AN: So, here is the next chapter. I deeply apologise for the late update and can offer no real explanation. I guess I needed a kick up the backside to get this story rolling again, so again I apologise and I hope this chapter makes up for it. And I will get back to regular updates as well.

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Wesker sat in his presidential chair, staring out the window, finger tapping rhythmically against the arm of the chair, a thoughtful frown set on his face. In his near half-century of life, he had faced many surprises, especially the apocalypse and his ostracizing in particular, but the bombshell he had just received was no doubt the biggest surprise he could ever encounter. He was a father, to a son. Of course, trivial things like that didn't matter to Wesker, but it still warranted some thought. If Jake really was indeed his son, which there was no doubt, then it was possible that his blood could prove useful in the search for a cure. It obviously was already useful, as Umbrella had kept him prisoner for the past few months, experimenting on him. For some reason, Wesker's fist clenched and his eyes burned red behind his sunglasses. Ignoring the strange paternal feeling, he resumed his thought process, trying to figure out how he was going to get Jake's blood so he could study it, knowing that for some reason, his son was hating him and refused to be anywhere near him.

What lies had Umbrella told Jake about him?
"Hey."

Wesker didn't turn around, not seeing a need to, as Alice closed the door behind her.

"Your son is out there and you should go talk to him," she said.

"I never figured you to be the caring type," Wesker smirked, swiveling around in his chair.

"I'm not, but I don't think you should hide in here and ignore your son."

"What is there to be gained by talking to him? You can see the hatred on his face. It's amusing that he hates me so much when this is the first time we've ever met. Before, I didn't even know he existed. It's both funny and irritating that Umbrella knew before me."

"So you are just going to ignore him?" Alice said.

"I have a war to fight, Alice, and a cure to find. I am not interested in small talk with a blood relative. And now, this chat has given me the urge to kill something."

He went for the door, but Alice stood in his way and his eyes flashed in annoyance.

"You either get out of my way or I'll make you," Wesker growled, his upper lip curling.

"You should stop being an asshole and actually talk to your son," Alice said, refusing to back down.

"I like being an asshole. It makes me…me. If you don't like it, well, I don't care. Besides, you won't let me cure your daughter, so why should you tell me to talk to my son?"

"It's not right that he's lived his life without you and now that he's finally found you, you're just willing to ignore him anyway."

"The brat was better off without me and he's willing to ignore me as well. In case you haven't noticed, it's a two-way street, Alice. So, instead of wasting your time on me, go waste it on him. Or better yet, put your time to good use and we'll kill something together."

"You're right," Alice said, "Jake was better off without you. He still is."

"Ah, finally, we agree on something. Now, go play with your kid so I can ignore mine."

"Why are you willing to do this? Why would you throw this opportunity away?"

"Because I can. Unlike you, who adopts whatever, I don't have a parental bone in my body. I don't care for the boy. It's best that he stays as far away from me as possible."

"You're afraid of being a terrible father, is that it?"

"You best watch your tongue," Wesker growled, "I may need you to help fight, but I don't need you to talk. Especially on matters you know nothing about!"

"Or maybe it's nothing to do with being a bad father," Alice continued, as if she hadn't heard him, "But perhaps you actually had feelings for his mother and you blame yourself-"

"Enough!

"-For leaving her to raise Jake all on her own and how it led to her death-"

"Silence!" Wesker cut her off, his voice laced with malice, "Our conversation is now over."

He ripped the door off its hinges and angrily strode out, as Alice followed after him, but headed in the opposite direction, frustrated with him to the point that she really wished for a way to actually kill him, even if it did leave Jake without a father, but judging from a minute ago, Wesker couldn't care less about it at all and a small part of her felt sorry for Jake.

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"How do you sleep with them going all the time?" Chris wondered, listening to the echoes of the anti-aircraft guns.

"You get used to it," Jill replied, "But at most, you only get a few hours' sleep anyway."

"That's fine by me. A few hours are generally more than enough."

"That would be the Air Force talking, right?"

Chris shrugged, "Or it's because of the apocalypse. Either one."

He rolled out of bed and began searching for his pants, as Jill sat up behind him; sheet to her chest as she kissed his shoulder, then laid her head against him. He paused in his searching, his hand reaching back to rest on her bare thigh. Initially, she had come to his allocated room to apologize further for her role in his capture, but one thing led to another, such as confessing certain feelings from both sides and before they knew it, they were in bed together, but it felt right, like this was how they were meant to be. Chris was just glad that he finally had the chance to confess his feelings for his partner and friend, having spent countless nights in that prison just thinking about her, hoping that she was okay and that they would get to meet again, end of the world aside.

"I have to admit, you've filled out quite a bit," Jill said, "Last I remember, you were still somewhat a little scrawny at S.T.A.R.S."

"Sitting around in a prison for four years can give a person quite some time," Chris replied, "Never know what kind of fight you can get into. Or who you have to protect. I promise to you now, Jill, I will never lose you again."

"As long as you don't let me go, you don't have to worry. I'll keep holding you."

His hand brushed lightly against her cheek, as he pulled her in for a searing kiss, one full of passion and desperation. He didn't want it to end, wanting this moment to last forever, but he knew that while the battle raged on outside, he could only stay for a while and then it was back to reality, so this kiss was to sear this moment onto his brain, just in case.

"When you kiss like that, Redfield," Jill gasped as they broke apart, "Why should I let you go? If I had my way, I'll make you stay here with me permanently."

"I wouldn't say no to that," Chris said with a small smile, "Unfortunately, duty calls."

Reluctantly, he pulled away and slowly got dressed, as Jill did the same. This time, Chris had ditched the Umbrella combat outfit for the Resistance tactical warfare outfit that comprised of a lightweight, yet breathable mesh combat shirt and tear-resistant combat pants. Knee guards, fingerless gloves and tough combat boots rounded out the look, while a tactical vest that held a large knife behind his left shoulder finished the ensemble. Making sure they had their weapons, Chris and Jill looked at each other, both seeing the desire in the other's eyes and another kiss was shared, the anti-aircraft guns echoing in the distance and they broke apart.

"So, I guess we better get to it," Chris said, stroking her cheek.

Jill nodded her reluctant agreement and hand in hand, they left the room together.

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Jake wandered into the shooting range where he saw K-Mart attempting to use a handgun, but to her annoyance, she was missing the targets. She had gotten changed into black jump pants and a thin, white and fur-trimmed jacket that was tied off at the waist, a blue scarf around her neck. Likewise, Jake had changed into a V-neck, three-quarter sleeve shirt and trousers, a belt-buckled gun holster around his right thigh, as he made his way over to her. After the revelation of his connection to Wesker, Jake had been left disappointed when his father simply sneered at him and walked away. Angered, especially after confirming how much of an ass his father was, Jake decided to turn his focus to something else, like helping others.

"Trouble sleeping, Sherry?" he asked.

She glared at him briefly before returning to her shooting, "After seeing what's out there, I don't want to be a defenseless victim if they break in. I want to be able to shoot a gun."

"And I'm assuming, obviously, that nobody took the time to teach you?"

"Well, we were constantly on the run, so we didn't exactly have time."

"Here, let me show you."

Standing very closely behind her, Jake brought his hands around to rest on hers, his voice tickling her ear as he coached her on how to properly use a gun. Ignoring her blush at his close proximity, K-Mart did her best to listen to him as her mind was off wandering about with thoughts of him and what his lips would feel like on hers. Shaking her head to clear such thoughts, K-Mart refocused and squeezed the trigger, hitting the target's center.

"Bull's-eye," Jake grinned, "Damn, I am a good teacher."

"You're my best yet," K-Mart replied, "Is there anything else you can show me?"

"Boy, would I?" he thought before mentally slapping himself, "Let's just stick with the gun."

As they continued their practice shooting, Jake began to wonder about this girl beside him and exactly what he was starting to feel for her.

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AN: Okay, so A) I tried to give Wesker a human side, given how he's slightly different to his game counterpart and B) I'm a Chris/Jill shipper, so I wanted to put that in there. Also, C) I feel that the whole Alice/Wesker thing in this chapter is a little bit forced. I dunno. That's up to your discretion. Oh and D) Jake knew about Wesker being his father during his time in Umbrella's clutches. I think that was mentioned in chapter 2, but for those who missed it, there you go.