Sand In An Hourglass

"I feel my breath quicken at your touch, will you touch me again?"

Chapter Six

Ally lay in her bed, as sweat beaded on her forehead. She had been up all night the previous night trying to transform and failing miserably. Now she was tired and felt weird, in a way she'd never felt before. She had gotten up several times since morning to run to the toilet and vomit while having no energy to confront Wesker about the pain.

"Ohh..." she groaned, "Go away...." she felt so weird, feeling convulsions course throughout her body.

Ally jumped up and stumbled to the bathroom, before repeating the process all over again. Wiping her mouth clean she washed it out and stumbled back to the bed before plopping down onto the cold sheets.

She took shallow breaths, and whimpered. She preferred to have Wesker shove his super human hand through her stomach rather than to feel the pain that coursed through her body at this given moment in time. She hoped they wouldn't be arriving at shore anytime soon, because the rest would do her some good.

'Knock. Knock. Knock'

"Damn it…," she whispered barely audible to even the most super human ears. She glanced over to the door.

"Ally, we'll be arriving soon. Now get dressed and we'll head out understand?" It was Wesker.

Ally opened her mouth to reply, but nothing escaped her lips. Now she couldn't even move…. What was wrong with her body?

"Ally?" Wesker sounded agitated, "Answer me…" he growled.

"Wez…." Her voice trailed off as she gave a weak cough.

The assault of demands stopped, as the door slid open. Shutting the door behind him Wesker entered the room and went over to the girls' bed, "How astounding…" he looked her over, "I didn't think you could contract any flu-like or cold-like symptoms…"

Ally groaned a reply as she watched Wesker pull something from his pocket, "Now this will only hurt for a second dear Ally,"

Ally winced, feeling something sharp pierce her arm. It was probably a needle or something… the more info he could gather on her, the better she supposed….

"Wezzy…?" the girls' voice still remained weak.

"What is it heart?" Wesker replied his voice calmer now than it was behind the door.

"Am I sick?"

"Yes," he chuckled at the question. Could she get sick before? "Have you ever felt symptoms like this?" he wanted to gather more information about this striking phenomenon.

"No… father always told me to stay away from areas that hadn't been 'cleansed' so that I wouldn't get sick…" a coughing fit made its' appearance soon after the comment.

"I see," Wesker had seen William sick before, and knew of its' debilitating affects. He himself, at the time he was human, had his fair share of sicknesses. He sighed and looked around the room, she was virtually useless until she recovered, and also she couldn't have anymore experiments for the virus in her body ran over her until she had recovered.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he put the sample away into a special tube like container, before turning to Ally and removing his jacket, wrapping up Ally and carrying her, "Sigh…. I really wonder if your worth as much trouble as you are…"

"Thank you Wezzy," she snuggled into his chest, earning a tensed twitching reaction from him. Wesker hated close contact, and she would be no acceptation… right?

Wesker sat at the desk in his room, typing away at the information Ally and he had recovered on there mission to France. The A-Virus was a special degenerative virus that needed much reconstructing before it could be used as anything for B.O.W.s.

A cough was heard from behind him.

Wesker turned his ear towards the sound and heard a steady breathing, signaling his partner was still asleep. He shook his head, "What kind of super-inhuman creature gets sick…?" he couldn't process the thought. He himself hadn't been sick since 1998… being that it was now 2008… he hadn't been sick in over a decade.

"Wezzy…"

He looked back at the female, "Yes?"

"Can… can I hold your hand?"

The question struck Wesker as odd… hold his hand? Why would she want that? Probably for comfort he supposed. He looked back at his report and saw that it was almost completed anyway. Getting up he walked towards his bed where the female now lay, "Here you are dear Ally," he held a gloved hand to the woman.

Ally went into a small coughing fit, "Stupid virus,"

Wesker gave half a snorted laugh, "Are you including all viruses into this category?"

"No… just the one I got that made me sick…" she chuckled, taking the gloved hand.

"Ah I see," he nodded.

There was a moment of awkward silence.

"Wezzy?"

"Yes, dear Ally?"

"…..thank you,"

He nodded his reply, "Your welcome,"

Ally awoke to the sight of sandy colors. Blinking several times, she felt her fever had broken and she no longer felt sick. The bright side to a virus she supposed, but as to what the sandy color was… it was hair?

She also realized she was in a room she had never been in before, a pure white carpet had adorned the floor, looking as soft as fluff. Tan curtains hung over a large window in the middle of the wall, small rays of sunlight flickering through as its' curtains swayed from side to side in tiny motions. The walls were a light tan as well being decorated with a fancy white boarder wall paper only in strips.

The bed she lay in however was a nice blood red completely. The pillows were velvet soft, while the sheets a nice silk. The comforter atop it all was silk on top and velvet underneath, which she guessed was for warmth.

Allys' breath caught in her throat at the next sight. Looking to where the sandy color had been, she saw Wesker lying on the bed in a somewhat cute position. "Can he even be described as cute?" Ally wondered silently. She also noticed his hand entangled in hers. A nice blush radiated across her face as she smiled looking down at him.

She noticed his hair was out of place practically everywhere, giving his hair a slightly messy appearance, his glasses were laid on a table, and his face was relaxed. He looked so peaceful… His shirt was slightly undone as well, and he was lacking his jacket, but Ally soon discovered she was wrapped in it. A deeper blush crossed her cheeks, "does he really care about me…?" she could only wonder…

She reached out and brushed back a piece of Weskers' hair, only to see his eyes snap open at that given time and grab her hand causing her to wince at the grip.

"Your awake…" he released his grip on her hand, "You surprised me as well, kudos," he sat up and slicked back, what he could, of his hair, a few pieces still lingering outwards. He looked really sexy in the position he held too, with one leg dangling off the bed, the other crossed in front of him, and his shirt open to the mid-chest, he was truly a work of art.

"Um, s…sure Wesker!" she gave an awkward chuckle.

"Today we must continue work on your virus understand? We need to discover how it is transferred…,"

"Right…" nodded Ally.

Testing continued as it normally did, with Ally now having a new bill of health. Her speed if anything had increased by at least ten MPH, while her strength had increased a little over fifty pounds. Combat, however, ended with the same results. She fought Wesker, put up a good fight, and fell flat on rear.

"I don't think I'll ever actually beat you," she shook her head, while a special abilities strap clung to her arm.

"Believe it or not…" he removed the strap to check the results, "Your abilities have improved quite a bit since you first arrived here…"

"Not that, I know I've improved, but I want to be as strong as you,"

He gave a short laugh, "That's a result I don't expect anytime soon…"

Ally gave a huff as she watched the old wounds close up and heal, all of what was left of the blood now clung to her clothing, or dripped carelessly onto the floor. She gave another look up at Wesker.

"Well, now that you're worked up, we should head over to the lab,"

"Yeah… I guess,"

The walk to the lab was a long one, being filled with nothing but an awkward silence, and a mountain of questions. Ally, for a long time, had wondered why Wesker so badly wanted the virus within her, but after several missions, and minor observations, she now knew why.

He wanted power.

It was as simple as the nose on her face, he wanted her power for himself and would probably only keep her around until he got it. She'd seen him betray several partners'… he would do the same to her if he got the chance wouldn't he?

But then again, there was always that small glimmer of hope within her being, which prayed he would keep her around… she prayed he would still deem her useful even after receiving the virus.

"So what type of tests are we running today?"

Wesker looked at the young woman, "Today… we shall investigate further into other means of viral extraction,"

Ally shuddered, she didn't like the sound of this, "L… like what?"

"Dear heart? Are you afraid? I wouldn't do anything to hurt you,"

Liar... or…. Was he actually telling the truth…?

"So what type of tests are we doing?"

"I need a few simple samples, yet again we will need a blood sample, and of course a urine sample, but also we will be retrieving an spinal fluid sample, which, I admit dear one, will hurt,"

Ally took a few steps away from Wesker, "Do I h…have to?" Ally was terrified, what if they hit a nerve? Could a super healing body repair the damage done by paralysis? She didn't want to cry so she just gulped it down.

"I'll be here dear Ally," Weskers' smooth talking voice was like poison, which lured someone into a false sense of security. He took her hand into his gloved one, "It's a simple procedure, just don't move and you'll be fine…"

Ally looked around at the other scientists in the room and blushed, "Do they have to be in here?"

Wesker chuckled at the comment, so did a few of the scientists, which hung around her, "Ahh, so that's why you're not compliant…" he shooed the others out of the room, "You're shy,"

Ally took in a shaky breath, if Wesker said this was going to hurt, it would probably be very painful… "So… what do I do?"

"First we have to take this off," he tugged off her shirt and tossed it to the ground before turning towards an examination table.

"N…now what?" this was probably the most awkward feeling in the world. Sitting there in a cold room, with what was probably a two sided mirror inside, and Wesker.

"Turn on your side and curl up, but don't move alright?" he warned her cautiously, he didn't want to paralyze his most prized subject.

"O…ok,"

Wesker then pulled from the cabinet, a sterile needle about three to four inches long, and approached the girl. He then poked at her back with his fingers, probing for the right place in her lower back. When finally finding it, he rubbed the area clean with alcohol and patted her back, "Now don't look back alright?"

Ally nodded.

Wesker inserted the needle into her lower back, collecting the needed sample. After he'd collected so much, he carefully removed the needle and stored the sample into a secure case.

Ally felt her back were the needle had once been, her eyes now watering. It had hurt, but not as bad as the time she had broken her leg. Getting up from the table she rushed Wesker and hugged him, "I don't have to do that again do I?" she shook from the anxiety.

Looking down at the woman, he could feel her erratic heartbeat, her quick breaths, and her shaking body.

Wesker knowing to keep his subject loyal, sighed before rapping his arms around her small frame for a hug shook his head, "No, if it's not transferred through spinal fluid we won't do this again,"

"Promise?"

"Promise,"

Wesker smashed his fist into the nearest wall and growled, "How the hell can it be transferred!!!" he was furious.

"I… I don't know sir!!!" said one of the umbrella corp. scientists, whose red hair covered his eyes.

"We've tried everything!" Anyone with half a mind knew Wesker was having a bad 'moment' and only one person knew how to calm him down.

"Well Wesker, you haven't tried everything," the man chuckled.

The man who spoke was a tall, muscular man, with tan skin, a dark black tank top and combat boots and pants. He also wore a beret that was red and had a vicious scar cascaded down his face.

"Well Krauser, what have I not tried yet?" Wesker gave a warning growl.

"There's also Sexually transmitted viruses,"