A/N: Hi everybody! I'm BACK! ... AGAIN! Yeah I know I've been a major 'slacker' but I've been sooo busy with life I had to put some things on hold and sadly getting these chapters up was one of them. I had a lot going on too and it interfered with my tweeking so bad that I had to just stop and take a few steps back. If anyone remembers I stated that this story is actually quite old, I wrote it yeeeaaars ago! A bit after RE5 came out (I had reserved the special edition and got all the lil goodies and I beat that thing the instant I brought it home I was SO happy!) but the original version of everything is ran together and jumbled and has a variety of things happening and it's terribly confusing... And if it's confusing to the point where even I barely understand it now I can't imagine how it'd be for you guys to try and read! I'm trying to get it to where it makes much more sense and is way... 'cleaner'? And by 'clean' I mean like 'smoothed out' and 'shiny'! Anyways, here's 3 more chapters to keep you all satisfied as I rummage over the next few and tweek some more. I've actually gotten out of my old job and have moved onto something better! Thank you guys for sticking around, too. It really means a lot!

~ Shaka!

(P.S. Chapters do bounce a bit between Claire's POV and standard POV. Some chapters will be Claire explaining things, like this one, and some will be from the memories/POVs of everyone such as the Antarctica chapter!)

What Became of Me

Chapter 3: Solid Ground

It's no lie I often times grow tired of being with Wesker. But what else can I do? What we are goes back so much further than anyone could have ever known. But for me to explain all of that I would have to go back even further than Antarctica, before my brother Chris and I were conceived. Before Wesker himself even existed. It's very old and complicated and only seems to be a terrible tale of drama and tragedy. I kinda blamed my mother there for a while but then I thought about it more and more and came to realize that she really was just trying to keep me as safe from all of this as possible. The sun had set since we left the island, I could see smoke from the facility if I peered out the corner of the plane window. Wesker was still sitting in the same spot, one leg propped up on the other as he rested his chin between his thumb and forefinger. He seemed to reading some of the papers we had brought with us.

"How much further?"

I finally spoke. Without raising his head Wesker simply answered, "We'll be landing soon."

I wasn't sure exactly of what his idea of 'soon' was. That could be hours for all I know. Yet I still asked him. I guess it was more a matter of me wanting to break the silence, I actually wanted him to talk to me. Despite having been with Wesker for as long as I have been I still had so many questions I felt were unanswered. What did Spencer have to truly gain from us? Why was he so determined to become all powerful? What good would it have done any of us?

"Dear Heart."

I look away from the window and up at Wesker. I was so enveloped in my thoughts I hadn't even noticed he had moved to my side.

"What?"

I'm not very cheery, I almost never am when we talk. I don't know quite exactly how to explain our little 'situation' I suppose you could call it. We're bound to each other and in such a way it's almost sad. We can't be with anyone else and even if we tried we'd suffer for it. Now don't go and ask me to explain this 'suffering' to you as all I can describe it as is if your brain were to hemorrhage uncontrollably and blood were to shoot from your nose and spill from your eyes like tears. You'd want to end your life the instant you feel the symptoms starting. I know what it's like so well because in the beginning I tried to get away and be with someone else, I don't know exactly how Wesker came to learn so much about what we have but he did try to warn me. Of course I refused to listen I mean why should I have? He's fucking Albert Wesker!

"You seem to be thinking about something." He was pointing out the obvious. "Care to share?"

"Not really." There's a bit of a bite in my tone and he continues to stare at me. Wesker knows almost everything I'm feeling and same thing vice versa for me. Don't think for a moment that our situation is 'neat-o!' or 'cool'. The whole thing sucks worse then being stuck in a muddy pit with greased up pigs during feeding time. Don't ask me about that either...

He continues to stare at me so I turn my head away and look back out the window.

He's still sitting there. I finally sigh and look back over my shoulder saying, "Please just leave me alone for right now." Now I was nice! I said 'please' to the bastard and I almost never do and sometimes, yes sometimes, that's enough and he'll actually turn and let me be. But not this time as he was starting to reach out to touch my face and I jerked my head away standing up. "I said leave me the Hell alone!" I'm angry, yelling as my eyes flare a deathly red glare at him. "I said I want to be left alone now just leave me alone!"

The plane is starting to land and the turbulence as we start to go down hits and I stumble. I grab hold of the chair in front of me and he moves to grab me but I swat his hand away. He's trying to act like he cares but he only cares for one reason. As I said before, he can't 'have' anyone else. If I go he's done and it would take him who the hell knows how long to make another woman like me and trust me there aren't very many like me that even exist anymore. Not after all the outbreaks and experiments that have been done. I'm a 'rare breed' I guess you could say and his sorry ass knows it. Wesker could easily find another guy like himself, he can sense them! I can sense other females and through all of the countries and continents we've been through I swear to God I've only ever sensed one other and when we found her she was so sick I had to leave for I was starting to contract it myself.

As I said it's down right sad. I would rather he had himself another woman but then I'd feel bad because of what she'd have to go through. But than again she might not mind it! I mean let's look at Wesker real quick shall we? He's tall, blonde, brainy, takes care of himself...

'Arrogant egotistical son of a bitch!'

Oh yeah there's that too! But for some women who would love to just roam around a house all day and pop out babies he's on helluva damn dream boat! Yeah that's why I exist, to give his sorry ass all the babies I can poop out before my eggs stop production. Which won't be for a long, long... very long, time. Sad thing is when they're born they're 'normal' I guess you could say. As normal as they're gonna be until they start developing powers and can do what we can. Unfortunately there's a few other things that our offspring get to come with. See Wesker I were both born with certain genetics and, yes my brother has them too, however, my dear sweet mother was able to keep Chris safe. She died though before she was able to do the same for me sadly. See that's why Wesker and the others were so 'valued', they're rare even in Spencer's case with all the little critters and experiments he and James Marcus and Edward Ashford were able to make. To be naturally 'born' different, now that makes you extra special. But since Wesker has gone and injected himself with something new and Alexia gave me the T-Veronica virus, we're not exactly what Spencer had been hoping for. We're actually much, much worse now.

"We're landing, Sir!" One of the pilots called back to us. Wesker doesn't answer though, he's still staring at me. "You do know that isn't polite, right?" He's still staring at me which only makes me wanna slap the silence right out of him. I sit back down as the plane lands, wheels touching the black top of the runway. Wesker continues to just stand there in silence lightly gripping the beams over head. As we come to a stop I fold up the blanket I had been using and lay it over the seat, Wesker has already made his way off of the plane and I'm right behind him and happier than ever to be back on solid land. I get inside of the facility and separate from him, catching him glance over his shoulder at me as I turn down one of the hallways. I don't mind taking my own route to my quarters. 'I'll go get examined later.' I tell myself as I enter my room and plop down on the bed.

"Door lock!"

"Door locked, Ms. Redfield."

I give a thumbs up as if to say 'good job!' as I bury my face back into one of my pillows. I'm tired and hungry and grumpy and...

There's a knock at the door. "Noooooooooo..." I groan into the pillow before lifting my head, "Who is it?"

"Uhm... Claire, it's me. Becca?"

"Oh for the love of..." I groan some more as I slide from the bed and over to the door, "Door unlock!"

"Door unlocked, Ms. Redfield."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..." The door opens and Rebecca is standing there with a small smile on her face. "Are you alright?"

"I'm as great as I'm gonna get!" The sarcasm oozes out and over my words like glaze on a donut. "Well Wesker asked me to come and check up on you so-"

"He can go fuck himself!"

Rebecca flinches a bit but I just turn around and go back to my bed. She slips inside though and follows me saying, "He actually seemed concerned for you."

"Oh come on!" I spin around and look her straight to her face, "Concerned about me?" I laugh! "He's concerned about what's in my belly!" I point at my stomach before emphasizing it by smoothing my hands over it. "You tell him I'm fine! Nothing is wrong!" I feel bad for getting mad at Rebecca, she's just standing there staring at me with this very sad frown on her face. I felt even worse because she didn't want to be here anymore than I was. She got wrapped up in it all when Wesker found me and brought me here, Rebecca had tried to stop him and failed and ended up getting tossed into one of the trucks. She's not so human anymore either sadly but her fate isn't as 'doomed' as mine and Wesker's is I guess you could say. I sigh and look down at the floor as I place my hands on my hips then tilt my head to the side. "I'm sorry Rebecca," I apologize. "I'm just very tired and aggravated."

"It's alright Claire, I understand." Rebecca was quietly tapping at the tablet in her hands with her fingertips lightly. "I still have to at least do a quick scan of you. Just a quickie!"

She tried to be a little cheerful about it. Rebecca knows how stupid I think these exams are, worse than the ones you would take in school. Damn teenagers... they don't know what's coming! I strip down anyway and let Rebecca do her thing. She pokes at me a bit, checks for bruising, not that she'd find any by this point as it's all done vanished, takes some blood for testing since I sat in a pit of anti-virus for two whole days. 'That's still HIS fault! ALL HIS DAMN FAULT!' I angrily shout in my head. "Well you certainly seem fine."

"I told you so."

"I know Claire, but I have to do what I'm told too, you know."

"I know and I'm sorry."

I go to put my clothes back on than decide not to. "Might as well just take a shower now." I sigh again.

"Are you hungry?" Rebecca asked me. "Yeah," I respond. "Going mad from starvation actually." I chuckle a bit at the thought, I hadn't eaten in a few days, even before falling into the pit. "We should go and get some food! You take your shower and I'll go put your blood away for now and change too. We'll have a little girl time, yeah?" I smile at her and nod my head. "Yeah Becca, that sounds awesome. A little girl time would be nice." She smiles and slips out the door. I go into the bathroom and turn on the shower. The water feels amazing! I can't remember the last time I went swimming... Or camping. Anything really. See ever since I've been with Wesker it's almost nothing but work. Not like I'd ask him to take me to the beach or go on vacation or anything. I see the sights when we go our little trips in search of information that may lie within what few Umbrella facilities are still standing throughout the world. Even the ones that lie buried underground or in the coldest of climates.

When Wesker first found me and brought me here, I briefly had this image in my mind that maybe, just maybe, we could be something great. And no doubt we are but not the type of 'great' I had envisioned. I don't even know where the image came from considering all of the things he had done to me back in Anarctica and on Rockfort Island...