Chapter 13

Chris woke up to Jill shaking his shoulder, her face looking frantic in the dark of his room. He quickly sat up on his elbows, looking into her face blearily.

"Chris! We have to go! I know where Claire is; come on!" Jill whispered out. That instantly caught his attention, as his kid sister had been missing for the past seven months. Wordlessly, he slipped out from under the covers, and clicked on the bedside lamp. The mosquito net tripped him slightly, but he paid it no mind as he reached for his pants and shirt; only in his boxers. The B.S.A.A. Bunker they had stopped at for their debriefing and field report was air conditioned, but it was still sweltering here in Africa; the heat pressed in on his tall frame.

"How do you know where she is, Jill?" Chris asked, hopping on one leg as he struggled to get his pants on. "I've been searching for months; with absolutely no leads."

"Wesker had her. Chris, she's in Cairo. There's a research facility there; I remember seeing her," Jill paused, seemingly torn over something. "Chris, I don't know how to tell you this..."

"Just spit it out already," Chris said through his shirt, he was tired, sore, and now agitated as all hell that Wesker of all people had abducted his sister. He hoped that the slimy bastard was in the darkest recesses of hell, getting ass-raped by a 50 foot tall gorilla or something equally dastardly.

"She was pregnant when I saw her."

That stopped him. Dead in his tracks, his mouth falling agape. He tried to mouth the word 'pregnant', but it just came out as something like, "P..P...Puh.."

Jill nodded at his flabbergasted reaction, and Chris' eyes narrowed.

"Let's go." Chris' composure returned, and he wished for one moment that he had Wesker here, alive. Just so he could kill him again. "Where exactly in Cairo?"

Jill was quiet. She didn't answer him, instead, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and kissed his cheek. He looked down at her, smiling, returning the embrace. He understood. She'd know when they got there.

The pair headed out silently, and Chris nodded at the night guard as they left. There were no questions; the B.S.A.A. Office had been in an absolute uproar when two agents with no outside help, no back up, had stopped a lethal virus from being spread to the world, and most of the soldiers here had acted as if Chris was some kind of superhero.

The helicopter hanger was open, and the night shift pilot was sitting at his desk, flipping through what looked like a Playboy. When he heard their approach, he hurriedly stuffed the magazine under a stack of papers, and stood to salute Chris and Jill. The pair returned the salute.

"We need the bird." Chris stated. "You gonna take us, or am I gonna have to jack that thing?" He gestured over his shoulder towards the helicopter, and the young pilot smiled.

"I'll take you where ever you wanna go, Redfield. I take it this excursion isn't sanctioned yet, right?" His accent was British, the syllables clipped. A proper London street rat. "Another miracle in the works?"

"Rescue mission, and you're right, this isn't sanctioned. You sure you don't want me to knock you out and jack the copter?" Chris said, a smile blossoming on his lips.

"I'm sure that whatever this is, the higher ups will forgive you eventually; and I'm not worried about getting in trouble. Where to, you guys?"

"Cairo." Jill spoke. "What is your name, soldier?"

"Jason Culpepper."

"Well, Jason, welcome to the dark side." Jill smirked, nudging Chris. It was so much like old times again, when him and Jill would get in trouble for taking off, going A.W.O.L., only to be commended later for their swift actions against terrorists. The two partners shared a conspiratorial smile, before the three of them headed to the helicopter.

They were airborne in ten minutes, speeding off into the coming dawn.

"There!" Jill cried out, pointing at what looked like just another giant sand hill. They were over a great expanse of desert, and Jason slowly lowered the bird down, sand flying in every direction as Chris and Jill jumped down. Once the pair were on the ground, Chris could see the shape of the double doors that had been hidden in the shadow of the hill from above; and he pulled his gun, before taking point position. Jill nodded at him, and he swung the door inward, sweeping the room with his eyes before stepping in. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust from the blistering sun outside to the much dimmer lights that were on here.

The room they had entered was covered in a sterile looking metal, and there was a desk in the corner. Chris stepped cautiously forward, but before he could take another step, Jill was at his side. She pushed his gun down, returning her own to it's holster.

"What are you doing? It could be dangerous here, Jill. You know what these bastards are capable of." Chris was confused.

"It won't be necessary here; Wesker had only one purpose for this facility. We won't find guards here, or even any data on experiments. Don't you see? He gave me all this information; implanted it in my brain when I was being dosed. He wanted you to find your sister, Chris." Jill's words didn't make sense to Chris, but he trusted her. He returned his gun to it's cradle beneath his arm, and followed Jill as she made her way to the back wall, where she slid aside a hidden panel and typed in a five digit pass code. Elevator doors opened in front of them, and Chris suppressed a shiver at her ease. She'd been here before, definitely.

The elevator ride was quiet, and he watched as the numbers above the door slowly descended, until they were at B-4. He wanted so badly to pull his gun, keep it ready, but Jill seemed unconcerned with it. He continued after her as they passed through two more doors, before Jill took a right, and then he found himself in a room that was one giant nursery. A beautiful wooden crib stood in the middle of the room, a matching rocking chair beside it. There was giant bears, stuffed animals; a huge teddy bear mobile hung from the ceiling. The walls were a pastel shade of pink, and Chris felt his gut clench up at the thought of Wesker keeping his sister here. An envelope sitting on the chair caught his attention briefly, but he ignored it.

"Stop for a minute, Chris." Jill looked as if she had made a decision; her face was serious. This room was starting to give him the creeps, but he listened to his partner.

"What is it, Jill? What was Wesker planning?" Chris asked.

"You have to promise me something before we go any further." Jill's blue eyes bore into his own, and Chris narrowed his gaze at her.

"Depends on what it is, Valentine."

Jill sighed. "Wesker told me that your sister had a rare marker in her blood; something genetic, that made her the perfect vessel. It's why he chose her. This wasn't about revenge against you. And there's something else, too. The baby, the child inside her; it's not something that was meant to be monstrous; not another experiment like we're used to. Your sister, Claire, is carrying Wesker's child."

"Wesker's child?! Jill, that's crazy, why the hell?" Chris was angry; furious at Wesker. Even in death he was causing havoc in Chris' life.

"You can't hurt the child, Chris. You have to promise me. It's an innocent." Jill pleaded. Chris was stunned.

"I know that, Jill. Even if I wanted to kill it, do you honestly think Claire would let me? You know how she feels about babies." Chris rolled his eyes. Wesker's progeny or not, if Claire was the mother, whether biologically or not, she'd never let anything happen to a child.

"Alright." Jill nodded, smiling at him before they continued to the door in the corner of the room. Jill swung it open, and strode forward. Chris followed, only to be stunned by all of the empty capsules surrounding him. It was the room in the basement floor of the mansion; well, similar. Just like the Tyrant's tank, only each and everyone empty. The pair traversed through the eerily lit room, and Chris almost ran into Jill as she had stopped abruptly. He looked at the tank that had her attention.

Curled almost into a fetal position inside of the tank, his sister floated, naked as a jay bird, tubes and wires attached to her arms and face, inside. Her stomach protruded largely in front of her, and Chris averted his gaze. He felt sick. Instead, Chris watched as Jill typed into the small console panel attached to the tank, and only looked up when a red light started to flash above them. The water was beginning to recede, and Chris watched as his sister's arms started flailing around her; she had jolted awake. He could see the panic on her face, and felt his heart kick in his chest.

Quickly, Chris shrugged his shirt off himself, getting it ready for his sister. She lay on her side in the large tank, sputtering and coughing. Jill's fingers typed in one last code, and the glass slid open. Chris grabbed his sister up in his arms, unmindful of her nudity; he was just so happy to see her. He cradled her in his arms, closing his eyes as she buried her face into his chest, the water dripping in rivulets off of her and onto him.

"Claire." Jill spoke gently, and he felt his sister glance at his partner.

"Wesker's dead, isn't he?" Claire's voice was raspy, and she sounded...hurt? Jill nodded, which sent Claire into hysterical sobs; his sister clutched onto him harder, almost bitingly. He winced at the pressure, frowning. Her reaction confused him. She was sad that her captor was dead?

"Sis, come on, we've got to get you out of here." Chris nodded to Jill, who had his shirt in her hand. "Can you stand?"

Claire nodded, sniffing, and he gingerly set her down, letting her lean on him. Her legs almost buckled, before she regained her balance shakily, the tears still running furiously down her cheeks. She let Jill dress her, the shirt hugging over her belly. He should have thought to bring something more suitable; her lower half was still uncovered, and Claire seemed suddenly embarrassed by her lack of clothing. Her hand rested on her stomach, and she stroked it lovingly, a small smile gracing her lips, before she fell against Jill, weeping loudly.

"Claire, come on, sweetie." Jill hugged his sister, and started to lead her out of the room, back through the nursery. However, as soon as they entered the babies room, she stopped, a new wave of sobs breaking the air.

Claire walked forward, touching the crib, running her fingers over it, and then she stopped at the chair, picking up the envelope.

"Wesker..." Claire sighed out, a whisper of longing in her tone. Her fingers shakily tore open the seal, and she was still as she read what looked like a handwritten letter. Her frail form sank into the rocking chair, and the page fluttered down to the floor, her expression blank. There were no more tears, only a deep sadness etched on her features.

Chris picked up the fallen scrap of paper, and read:

My Dear Heart,

If you are reading this, then my plans have gone awry, and I shall never behold your face again, and shall never look upon our child. If you are reading this, my love, then I am dead. I want you to escape from here, I want you and our daughter to go on, and I want Christopher to be in our child's life as much as you are. He is, despite my feeling towards him, a good and honest man, a man that I was proud to work beside, proud to see growing in skills and courage, even as he became my nemesis. I don't want our daughter to grow up in a world like ours; and most of all, I want you to be happy.

No matter the circumstances we came together, I will love you as much as I did the first time I saw you on that island so long ago. I have called you my dear heart, simply because you are the heart I never knew existed. Please forgive me for my flaws; and forgive me if ever I hurt you. I truly am sorry that I won't be there when our daughter takes her first steps, or says her first word, or even that dreaded moment that every father must face eventually; giving her away at her wedding. I wish you all the joy, love and happiness a person could ever hope to have. Remember me fondly, dear heart; and keep our child safe. Let her know how much I love her, every day of her life.

The other envelope contains my last will and testament, please accept the things I've given you. The lawyer has another item, and this is for Christoper; it's a disk containing incriminating evidence against Tri-Cell. I commend his efforts, and hold no ill will against him. The better man has won. Tell him to give them hell; not that I doubt his ability to do so. Make them pay; and make this world a better place for our child, Claire.

Forever and ever yours,

A. Wesker

Chris stared at the handwritten words, flabbergasted. A last love letter? What the hell had transpired between Wesker and his sister?!?

Shaking his head, knowing that it didn't matter anymore, Chris pocketed the letter and the other envelope, and pulled Claire to her feet. She looked up into his eyes, her blue-gray eyes sparkling with tears; and Chris knew. He could see her broken heart staring up into his eyes. Whatever had happened between the two had changed his sister.

"I never told him I loved him," Claire smiled sadly, leaning on him. "He told me so many times, but I never believed him. I wish I had now." Chris didn't know what to say.

"It'll be alright, Claire." Jill put in, her hand coming up to clutch Claire's shoulder in reassurance. Claire patted Jill's hand, and smiled at the woman. She wiped at her tears, and Chris recognized the look that passed over her small features. She was collecting herself, pulling up her courage. Chris took the lead, following the path they had come in to get out.

"Jason, where you at, buddy?" Chris spoke into the walkie-talkie as the doors to the elevator opened up, and the three of them came out into the blinding light of the desert. There was static for a moment, and then, Jason's voice echoed out of the small speaker.

"On your ten o' clock, Redfield. I'll wait to start the bird till you're on. Got the package?"

"Affirmative," Chris said. "Get in the emergency kit, I'm gonna need that blanket. And Jason."

"Yes?"

"Close your eyes. I don't want you ogling my sister."

"Roger that." Jason chuckled, and Chris led the two women up the sandhill towards the helicopter.

Three months later...

Sweat beaded my brow, and I cried out as I pushed one last time. The pressure was suddenly gone, and my heart jumped as I heard her first beautiful cry. I peered over my knees, only catching the slightest of glimpses before the doctor turned, wrapping the infant in a clothe, wiping at her face gently. I wanted to hold her, I wanted her in my arms; but another contraction hit me, and yelped at the unexpected pain. Chris squeezed my hand, looking very pale. I smiled at him, as he tucked my wayward bangs behind my ear.

And then she was there, in my arms, the nurse handing the precious little bundle over to me. My heart was thumping so hard in my chest, and I held my breath as I looked upon the tiny face. Her eyes opened, and the glazed ice blue orbs seemed to hold my own for a breathless moment. I touched her button nose, and then stroked the side of her face lovingly, my heart constricting in my ribcage. People were talking, the nurses congratulating me, but I didn't really hear them. The top of her head was covered in a pale blonde peach fuzz, and I smiled widely, looking up at my brother. He grinned down at me, his finger rubbing my child's arm gently. Looking back at the precious bundle in my arms, I laughed lowly as her little finger wrapped itself around Chris' finger, and I kissed the top of her forehead.

"Allison. I want to name her Allison." I said, my voice full of tears. "Allison Wesker Redfield."

Chris was quiet for a moment, and I looked up at him. He couldn't keep the goofy grin off his face, his teeth showing as he replied, "That's a wonderful name, Claire." I could tell he meant it, even though I knew that her middle name had grated on his nerves just a little. "Little Allie. You are just so precious, aren't you?" Chris was talking to the baby, his tone high and the words babyish. I laughed aloud at that, a minor contraction gripping my gut, and I shuddered as I felt the afterbirth slide out. Chris reached up to my face, and wiped away the tear that I hadn't been aware of, before kissing my head.

"Love you, bro."

"Love you too, sis."

FIN.

Author's note: I'm sorry, to everyone out there who will be disappointed that Wesker is dead. I apologize. But somehow I doubt very much that Albert Wesker could come back from the depths that Capcom sent him to. If somewhere in the future, his character makes another appearance, perhaps I will write a second story. That being said, I want to thank everyone who has read this story. Everyone who has reviewed it. It has been quite a ride, I've got to say. I hope to write another one soon. Perhaps something about Leon and Claire...I did kind of hint at it in this story.

I am not a Leon x Claire supporter, but then again, nor am I a huge Wesker x Claire supporter. I honestly don't have feelings one way or the other as to who should end up with whom. I just get ideas, and choose the characters that would best fit my purposes; a user until the end.