He's a jerk and I let him in my house. What the hell was I thinking? He's working for Umbrella.
Standing in her bathroom Helena stared into the mirror, her cheeks slightly red. "I mean I work for Umbrella, or I did until they left me to die in that mansion. Plus they never told me what they were vaccinating me against." She whispered, rubbing at her eyes when they threatened to tear up. "Great and now I'm going to bawl. Stupid Wesker." She snapped as she turned back to the door just as the doorknob slowly began to turn.
Frozen, Helena's eyes widened as the door slowly opened to reveal Wesker. "Are you planning on coming downstairs at any point today?" He asked and Helena narrowed her eyes at him, hurrying forward. "Now what's wrong with you?" He sighed and she growled low in her throat, her right hand rising. In a fit of anger she slapped him across his left cheek, his sunglasses knocked to the cold tiled floor leaving his cheek pink. The rage she felt vanished leaving her confused and with Wesker glaring at her, his eyes nearly glowing.
Still glaring at her Wesker's hand lashed out and Helena yelped when he gripped her right hand in a vise-like grip. "That hurts." She gasped and he actually smiled at that, his eyes looking directly into hers.
"Good. Next time maybe you'll remember not to touch me." Wesker growled, releasing his grip and Helena grimaced. Shaking her wrist she narrowed her eyes as he turned his back leaving via the open doorway.
"Asshole. Wish I'd never found him in the first place." She muttered as she left the room nearly slamming the door in anger. By the time Helena returned to the living room she found Wesker sitting on the couch and she managed a weak grin to see Eclipse perched on his shoulders, her tail curled around his neck now. "I don't know why she likes you." She said crossing the room and Wesker glanced up for a few seconds, his eyes uncovered.
"How should I know?" Wesker grumbled and Helena bit back a giggle to see the sunglasses he usual wore sitting on the table in front of the couch, one lens cracked and the frame snapped in two. "You owe me a new pair of glasses." He added as she took a seat as far away as she could.
"Yeah well next time don't walk in on me while I'm in the bathroom." She shot back and he shook his head reaching up to scratch the top of Eclipse's head.
"I didn't know it was the bathroom until I walked in." Wesker replied in a quiet voice, blinking when Eclipse started to purr. "Now what is she doing?" He asked and Helena did giggle this time.
"She's purring." Helena answered with an eyeroll, ignoring the strange ache in her stomach. "Now since you're my guest, and I use the term loosely, I guess I'm cooking for us both."
"Are you sure you can cook?" Wesker asked and Helena raised an eyebrow at him. "You're not a very convincing doctor so what chance is there that you can actually cook?"
"If I wasn't nice I might kick you out on your arse." She shot back, giving him a smile that showed all of her teeth. "For your information I can cook...not great but well enough for the basics." She admitted and Wesker actually groaned, Eclipse pawing at his face.
"Great so I survive the mansion and the Tyrant just to succumb to food poisoning." Wesker complained and with a shake of her head Helena headed into the kitchen. When she returned a few minutes later with a cordless phone he raised his eyebrows at her. "Now what are you doing?"
"I'm calling for takeout. What do you want, Albert?" She asked and he tilted his head to one side, staring at her as she grinned at him. "To be truthful I really hate cooking."
Half an hour later Helena thanked the delivery guy, a few years younger than her, before she handed him the money for the two containers of Chinese takeway she'd ordered. After handing him a generous tip she grinned when his eyes lit up and with a thank you he left, Helena gently closing the door behind her.
"Are you coming inside or do you want to stay out there talking all night?" Wesker called out from the kitchen and Helena rolled her eyes, once again, before she headed his way.
"You know you could be a little nicer. You're staying in my house not the other way around." Helena pointed out but Wesker just ignored her, reaching for one of the containers the moment she set them down. Focusing on her dinner and not the annoying blond sitting at the table almost proved more than Helena could handle but she managed it, not realizing how hungry she was since the mansion incident.
They ate in silence for a while until Helena noticed that Wesker's eyes were focused on something more than his own meal. After swallowing she looked up immediately locking eyes with the Umbrella agent. When he smiled at her she sighed, turning back to her meal. "Why are you staring at me?" She asked quietly and Wesker shrugged a little surprised at himself. He returned to his own meal a tiny smile still curling his lips.
Once they had finished Helena threw the empty containers into the trash before she turned as Wesker climbed to his feet. "Okay so I have a spare room. Tonight you can stay there. After that I don't know where you're going to stay but it's not in my house." Helena told him but Wesker just ignored her moving towards the couch. Muttering angrily under her breath Helena followed as he sat in front of the television set again, legs resting on the table. "Hey are you even listening to me?" She complained but he just reached for the remote and she shook her head.
Turning on the tv Wesker flicked through the news channels and Helena raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for the Umbrella agent to look her way. When he continued to flick through the tv channels she growled and he turned his head slightly to see her standing there, arms crossed against her chest. "Could you keep the noise to a minimum? I'm trying to find news on the Spencer Mansion." Wesker asked and Helena responded by stomping towards her bedroom.
Hearing the door slam made Wesker flinch and he rolled his eyes towards the ceiling before he returned to the tv.