AN: Okay, so in this chapter, there's a little bit of Alice/Wesker going on, mainly just to satisfy my inner fan, but also because I think it'd be interesting to see happen. I do hope that I have written it alright, that they are both somewhat in character, but so here goes.

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"How is young Becky coping?"

From her position on the bench, Alice glanced at Wesker, who had just injected a captured zombie with another sample of the cure. He checked his watch, counting down the time it would take for the cure to kick in, but disappointment crossed his face as the zombie continued snarling, trying to break its bonds and with another failure, Wesker simply broke the zombie's neck, leaving it dead in the chair.

"Why do you want to know?" Alice asked, "I never figured you for the caring type."

"I'm not, but my offer to cure her deafness still stands."

"And my answer still stands. No."

"Why would you deny the child the gift of hearing?"

"One, she doesn't need to hear the horrors of what's going on and two, I'm not letting you go anywhere near her with the virus."

"What about your blood? It helped me gain control over my virus, so perhaps it would be better suited to curing Becky's deafness."

"That's a nice thought, but it's still no. I don't trust you, Wesker and I will make good on my promise to kill you one day."

Wesker smirked, "I like that you think about me all the time. Besides-"

There was a blur of movement and Alice's handgun, which had been resting beside her, was suddenly in his hands, a smirk on his face.

"-You're going to need more than this to kill me."

"Give it back!"

"Say please."

The equipment in the room began vibrating in their holding places, as the gun telekinetically flew back to Alice's hand and she cocked it quickly, pressing it against Wesker's temple when he appeared before her, his hands by her sides.

"Back off," Alice growled.

"Why do you continue to deny me?" Wesker whispered against her ear.

"Because you're an evil asshole."

He chuckled, "We are the only two people in the entire world to have bonded with the T-virus on a cellular level. It makes sense that you should be the queen to my king."

"Just because it makes sense to you doesn't mean it's the same for me, Albert."

His shades glowed red in annoyance at the taunting use of his first name, while Alice simply smiled to herself at getting under his skin, but the smile quickly faded when Wesker leaned closer and she tried to lean further back, but her head hit the cupboard behind her and still he closed the gap until there was a hair's breadth between them.

"You and I would be perfect together. We are already an unstoppable team. I can give you the world, Alice. All you have to do is let me."

"I don't want the world, Wesker. I just want a normal life. Be human again. I don't know why you're suddenly so obsessed with me, but it's not going to work."

"You're yet to even try."

"Step back or I'll shoot you in the head," Alice threatened, trying to fight her urges.

"Do it," Wesker smirked, "I'll heal. Besides, bit of a turn on."

Her finger itched to pull the trigger and his hand slowly encircled hers, pulling the gun away from his temple, before wresting it from her grasp and putting it on the bench beside them, while his other hand slowly caressed her cheek. Alice knew she had to regain control before she slipped again, but she could feel her virus calling to his, urging her on and just as she put her hands on his chest to push him away, his lips were on hers. Her hands went from his chest to his hair, digging into his dirty blonde locks, as his hands gripped her hips, pulling her close so that he was between her legs, pressing his body against hers. She knew she should push him away, hate him for what he was doing to her, since it felt so good, but perhaps it was because it had been a while since someone made her feel like this, even if it was Wesker, so instead of ripping his lips away, she pulled him closer, as his tongue touched her lips, requesting access. His fingers had slipped under the hem of her shirt, playing over her smooth stomach and sending shivers through her, as his tongue slipped past her lips and she pulled him even closer, if that was possible, her legs hooking around his hips.

"He's the enemy! Push him away!" the rational part of her was saying, "You hate him. You wish to see him die. Don't let him do this."

Fighting for control, Alice managed to shove Wesker back, angered to see that he was looking very smug with himself, running a finger along his lips, as she furiously rubbed her lips, trying to get the taste of him out of her mouth.

"Well, well. How interesting. As much as you hate me, Alice and as much as you wish to kill me, admit me, you can't deny me," Wesker grinned, "You want me as much as I want you."

"You're delusional," Alice growled, getting to her feet, hands trembling and finger itching to pull the trigger, mess up his pretty face, "You and I will never happen."

She turned to storm out, but he was before her in an eye blink, her gun pressed to his head. However, he ignored the weapon and slowly advanced, as she pulled the trigger. Dodging the bullet, Wesker smacked her gun aside and invaded her personal space. Alice looked away, not wanting to admit the affect he had on her. She hated him with all her might, wanting nothing more than to see him dead after all that he'd done following the apocalypse, but for some reason she couldn't explain, there was a part of her that was attracted to him. And why was it out of all the men she'd been attracted to, Wesker was the only one who made it burn bright? She felt nothing for Spence, that had been fake, but she felt something genuine for Carlos and perhaps even Luther, but they were all gone now.

"You don't have to be afraid, Alice," Wesker said, cupping her face, "Trust me, it won't be all that bad. You'll see that we're perfect for each other."

"No, we're not, Wesker," Alice said, "I don't know where you got this idea from-"

She was cut off when Wesker crushed his lips to hers and she found herself lost in the intoxicated kiss that tasted of darkness and danger. That was until she heard the door open, which was followed by a soft, confused 'Mom?' and then a loud, horrified scream. Alice broke away from Wesker in surprise and quickly shoved him back once more, before moving to Becky, who appeared to be quite distressed about something.

"What's wrong?" Alice asked using sign language, her voice calm and soothing despite her anger at Wesker.

"I had a nightmare," Becky replied, "About Daddy."

"Okay, we'll go back to your room and we can talk about it. Just wait outside for me."

Becky nodded, receiving a kiss atop her head and she went outside, the echoes of the anti-aircraft guns booming in the distance now that the door was open and Alice went to retrieve her gun, finding, to her annoyance, Wesker in her way and he was still grinning.

"If she has nightmares because of you, I will kill you," Alice threatened.

"Perhaps after you put her back to bed, you can come back here and we'll continue where we left off," Wesker smirked, pulling her close.

She smacked his hand away and grabbed her gun, fixing him with a hateful glare.

"You know you like it," Wesker said, "You can't deny it."

"Watch me," Alice spat, "Don't go getting any ideas into your head."

"Too late."

"This isn't going to happen again. Try and I will shoot you."

"That's what you said last time. Just-"

Her gun was cocked and under his chin before he could even finish. Wesker smirked at the look of rage on Alice's face and she had half a mind to put a bullet through his head and mess up his face, but she thought better of it, uncocking her gun and walking away, leaving the room and shutting the door behind her, glad to be away from his presence. She hated the way her body reacted around him and even now, she could still feel the goosebumps along her arms as the thoughts of his lips and hands came to her, but she pushed them away.

"Damn him to hell."

"Mommy, what were you and Mr. Wesker doing?" Becky asked innocently.

"Something you're too young to understand," Alice replied, "Come on."

"Is this what it's like to be asked embarrassing questions by a child?"

Taking Becky's hand, Alice weaved through the hallways to the child's room, ignoring the soldiers rush past as they carried ammunition and traded shifts so others could rest. She could still feel the taste of him on her lips, the ghost of his touches lingering on her body and she felt violated, but damn, it had felt so good and that only served for her to hate him even more. However, her 'daughter's nightmare was the main priority and Alice shoved the lingering thoughts of Wesker away to focus on her 'daughter'. Just as they reached the room, Alice saw Leon coming towards her, an apprehensive look on his face.

"Something the matter?" Alice asked.

"An Umbrella aircraft has been spotted on the horizon," Leon replied, "You okay? You look a little…flushed, if I might say."

"It's nothing. What about this aircraft?"

"It's only one, but there might be more on the way."

"Okay, you get the others and I'll get Wesker…no wait, I'll get the others, you get Wesker."

"Do you have to go?" Becky asked.

Alice knelt down before her and brushed the hair from the child's face, smiling at her.

"I'll be back soon, okay, sweetheart. You stay here. I love you."

"I love you too."

Kissing Becky on the forehead, Alice waited until she had gone back into the room she shared with a few other children, before walking off past Leon, as he watched her go with a confused look on his face. He then simply shrugged and headed off to look for Wesker.

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