2. Prison Break

Oh my, God. Oh my, God. Oh my, God.

Full on panic was happening in Sheva's mind and she could only imagine how her face looked. Jake watched her with a fading smirk, seemingly bored by her presence and expression. He resituated his gaze to look at his father, Wesker, and Sheva did as well. Her heart pounded for multiple reasons; Wesker was awake, Jake was waking him up, she walked in on it…

What a mess.

"Well, we got two minutes to get you out of here before the cameras turn back on. So we better hurry, yeah?" Jake queried with no urgency in his voice. "C'mon old man."

As Jake urged Wesker forward, the eldest man's footing went off balance and he fell to his knees. Wesker squeezed his eyes shut and brought his hands to his temples. He almost looked as if he were in pain, pushing Sheva to move and stride towards him. She didn't touch him, but she tried getting a good look at him. He made it hard, though, hunching while holding his head.

"Why's he acting like he's in pain?" Jake asked. "I just woke him. He should have a big smile on his face."

"He doesn't smile much," Sheva claimed, crouching and laying a hand on Wesker's shoulder. "Albert, are you all right? Are you hurting?"

A loud gasp came from Sheva when Wesker looked at her, his eyes ostensibly angry and lips in a tight frown. She would tell you he looked like his old self if it weren't for the color of his eyes or the new appearance he seemed to have gained. Albert Wesker's eyes weren't the red shade Sheva had only known or seen them to be. They were a blue grayish shade in the dim room. There was a small stripe, though, in his left eye of a glowing red, the red that used to color his whole iris. The skin all over his body seemed glowing, younger. Wesker wasn't exactly someone who looked old, hardly. But now it was as if time had reversed for him, looking as if he was in his late twenties or early thirties. Sheva didn't miss her heart skip a beat as he held her gape.

"Albert…" Sheva whispered, bringing her palm to his cheek.

Her hand was quickly torn away when he slapped the said hand and grasped her shoulder with a strong grip. He stood, his fingers pressing into her skin, as Sheva was forced to stay on her knees, her eyes watering from the pain in her shoulder. This was a rather nostalgic pose for the duo. However, the grip he had on her was not nearly as strong as it used to be four years ago. Sheva was able to raise her hand, slap him hard on his cheek and punch him in the gut. Quickly letting her go, Wesker huffed at the blow to his abdomen and took a step back. Before he could give her a hearty punch himself, Jake had stepped in and stabbed a needle into his father's neck.

As Wesker fell to the floor in unconsciousness, Sheva sat on her bum while holding her shoulder. She wiped at the corners of her eyes, the tears caused by two different things; the pain in her body from his grip and the reunion with an awake Wesker. She looked up at Jake as he stepped around to grab onto his father's arm and pull him up.

"What did you give him?" she questioned as she rose to her feet.

Jake shrugged. "Tranquilizer. I kinda had the idea that he'd be a pain in the ass to deal with so I'm taking precautions. Can you help me out here?"

As she watched him confusedly, Jake wrapped Wesker's arm around his neck and signaled for Sheva to do the same on Wesker's other side. Though feeling unsure about it all, she did and helped Jake keep Wesker upright as he hung forward heavily. Wesker grumbled and lifted his head slowly, but he fell back to unconsciousness. Sheva wanted to laugh that the amount of sedative Jake had given him wasn't completely enough to keep him down. Four years ago, when Chris and Jill Valentine caught him, they had to use so many tranquilizers that it would kill an elephant to put him down and arrest him. Though she may have wanted to laugh, Sheva was surprised that such a small injection of what Jake had given Wesker had been able to knock most of the lights out of him for the time being. He had changed, she just wasn't sure how much and how far he had.

"All right, we have to get to the main floor and then out the back exit. There's a car waiting for us there," Jake stated, pulling Wesker along as Sheva stayed footed.

"I can't do this. You can't do this," she told him. "You can get in major trouble for just breaking in here, Mr. Muller."

"It's Jake, and now you're in trouble because you're helping me escape with him."

"Helping? I'm not helping. I'm not going with you," she declared.

"M'kay, sure. I'll just take my father with me and you can stay here," he nonchalantly announced. "I've never taken care of anyone, so I'll probably kill him because I forgot to feed him or something. But don't worry, when he's dying I'll make sure to let him know that there was a woman that might have been able to help him but she decided to stick back and let him die. What was your name? I want to make sure he knows when he's taking his last breath." Jake's smile was trying so hard to go unknown, but the grin was too big.

"Is that supposed to make me want to go with you?" she doubted him.

"Look lady," he started, his grin gone. "Stay here if you want. Tell everyone how I broke my father out, I don't care. But I can tell by the way you looked at him that you care about him somehow or someway, so it's up to you. I was serious when I said I don't know how to take care of a crazy guy that everyone says Wesker is, but I'm getting him out of here. I have every right to take him."

Wesker grumbled something that Sheva only imagined to be a snarky comment to Jake's statement. Pulling him up, Sheva sighed from his weight leaning on her neck and shoulder, the heaviness of him pushing into her. Being torn on what to do, she grabbed Wesker's chin and brought him to look at her. His eyes were in slits as he tried to open them to look back at her, but the tranquilizer was too strong for him to stay alert.

"Who…rrr…you," Wesker mumbled, his head feeling incredibly heavy.

He didn't have to articulate the words correctly for Sheva to understand what he was asking. Either he was really drugged up or he really didn't know who she was. She kept him to look at her for a moment longer.

"Albert, you don't remember me?" she asked with a quiet voice.

He tried standing straighter to get a better look at her, but he failed and fell forward onto her. Fortunately there was a wall right behind her, so she only fell back half a foot when Wesker pinned her against the wall with his body.

"Albert?" she called him, breathless to have his body pressed against hers.

It brought back many memories, making her nerves come alive with his warmth surrounding her again these years later. Like a pro, he did his best to fight off the sedative as he moved his face to look at her, his nose brushing the curve of her neck and eyelashes tickling her jaw. When she gasped at the sensation, Jake rolled his eyes and grabbed Wesker's shoulders.

"Before you jump his bones, I need to get him out of here," he said. "Are you helping me or not?"

Sheva was at a crossroads. Wesker's hand caught onto her elbow when Jake pulled him up and effectively pulled Sheva along with him. If she went through with this, it meant she was betraying her fiancé and love, Chris. He was coming home, expecting to see her welcome him back, and until now that's what she had expected too. Wesker mumbled once again to ask who she was. He had an easier time saying it and he was even able to look at her on his own.

Her curiosity boiled to know how he had change while cryogenically sleeping. Why couldn't he remember her? Was it just temporary? Was it a side effect after just waking up? Her Albert was awake and she possessed all the same feelings for him she had four years ago.

Her brain seemed to make up its own mind for a second time that night as her feet led her forward, moving along with Jake and Wesker. She was betraying Chris and that knowledge hurt her incredibly. He'd come home without her there unlike she had told him. But she had to do this. She had to help Jake and she had to be with Albert at this moment. She needed to do this for herself.

Walking quickly through the crowds towards the terminal's exit, Chris's heartbeat sped to know he'd see his family within seconds. People complained as he pushed through, but he didn't care or hear them. Soon he'd see his sister's bright blue eyes and he'd be in Sheva's arms with her petite body against his. He couldn't wait. He finally broke from the crowd and looked at the wall of people waiting to be reunited with their visitor or returning friend.

His eyes scanned the line of people, but it didn't take long until he noticed the auburn hair in the crowd. Chris jogged towards Claire, her arms already stretched out for him to walk into. He dropped his carryon duffle bag right before he came in contact with his sister, holding her tightly. Crying into his shoulder, Claire's body shook with sobs.

"Oh, Chris. I've missed you so much, you have no idea," she whimpered.

"I missed you too, Claire. Like crazy."

After what seemed like ten minutes, he pulled away and looked around, his eyes searching for his fiancée. Turning his head from left to right, the furrow in his brow grew when Sheva never came into sight. A familiar panic began to rise as he gripped Claire's arms, his breathing becoming quick and short.

"C-Claire, where's Sheva?" his voice was wavering, evidence that if he didn't calm down, he'd have a panic attack and begin to cry. When he finally looked into his sisters bright blue eyes, he found them to be bloodshot from tears and her face was molded into sadness.

"Chris, I have to tell you something. Sheva…well… Chris, Sheva's gone missing," Claire finally said it. On the way to the JFK airport, she had been practicing how to say it. None of the ways she rehearsed sounded good and it surely didn't sound decent now.

"She's what? W-what do you mean missing?" he was frantic as his eyes went back to the crowds in search for Sheva. "I talked to her last night. She's here, Claire. Where is she? She said she'd be here. I know she is."

"Chris, look at me," she beckoned. Once he did, she brought her hands to the sides of his head and took a deep breath, telling him to do the same. "I need you to stay calm, Chris. I was going to tell you when we got in the car, but… Chris, Wesker is missing, too."

Eyes going wide, Chris stopped breathing. "What?!" he shouted, causing people around him to jump and stare at him.

Claire clamped a hand over his mouth, telling him to take another deep breath. When she knew for sure he was going to start panicking majorly, Claire rushed him out of the terminal and towards the handicap restroom. She pushed him inside, joining him and locking it. Turning to look at him, she quickly covered her ears when Chris bellowed loudly his panic, fear, and anger.

Author's note: My, Chris is none too happy about what's happening, am I right? If losing his team in Edonia and China hadn't pushed him over the edge, Sheva going missing and Wesker escaping surly will do it. On the other hand, Wesker is showing some differences and seems to have forgotten Sheva. What does this mean? The plot thickens…marginally.

Kirrastrasza: Haha, I seriously laughed at your comment about falling off your chair. Getting excited is dangerous! Thank you, I'm happy you like it!
Lollipop Lolli: I'm so happy you liked the beginning. I'm super excited for this story, like crazy excited. There will be more Jake to come, I promise. I've heard about The Last of Us DLC, I just haven't read up anything on it. Does it look good? Season 2 of The Walking Dead is something I'm so so so pumped for!
Auktober: Haha, I'm a sucker for long chapters, too. The longer the better! Wesker returning was my favorite part, too. Thank you! I'm glad you like it so far.
Amritaru: Eek, just reading how excited you are makes me even more excited to write and post chapters! Aw, and thank you for reading and being so nice!
LostInThe80's: I'm so excited too! Eek!
Ulitmolu: Whilst Sheva was talking to Chris, Jake was downstairs thawing "Ice-Cube" Wesker with a hairdryer and Sheva walked in on them when Jake was done with the defrosting… No, I'm kidding! Thank you!
Comix777: Congrats on the writing, that's awesome! I hope it's going really well. Aw, thanks. I'm not the best example when it comes to writing, though. I'm just saying, haha.
REFan: Thank you. I wanted to make sure Jake appeared right away so that he could partake in the cliffhanger, haha.

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-Sarai