Let me start with the fact that I will go down with the Carlos/Alice ship.

This the ending I would have liked to see.

I'll be honest after 3 the franchise was dead to me but I saw four on dvd and thought it was okay then I heard he was coming back for five. I squealed and laughed like a nut. Then I saw five and I cried through out the whole movie for what could have been.

I came home depressed and with great need for fanfiction. There is not a lot of them so I decided to write my own. So I've only played the games a few times as they scare the shit out of me and so have no idea of the characters back stories. All my ideas and knowledge come from the movies.

I can only hope that he comes back for the sixth. My mom said I should focus on the fact that he came back at all. I'm trying but damm he was so awesome...need Kleenex again.

Enjoy...and sorry for the long note. This is my first story for RE so all errors are mine.

"You're all going to die down here."

When the homicidal bitch had uttered those words a second time, Alice had ignored it. After all she had nobody or anything else that she truly wanted to protect anymore. His eyes had stopped shinning long ago so what difference did it make if she died here or there.

In fact that had dawned on her when she was in that plane heading to Alaska. She had wanted to make a life after she found out Spence was a bastard. She'd wanted to make a better world after Matt and Kaplan were taken from her.

But all those desires and wishes had been blown right out existence along with the always kind and heroic, Olivera. Her whole life had become about taking out Umbrella and after the fighting cost her Carlos, Alice had stopped wanting anything at all.

Yep every single lose had taken bits and pieces of her emotions but it wasn't until that day in the heat of Las Vegas when Umbrella took her over that she was left empty.

Of course she thought she was hollow but that was before Alice saw the perfect life that the sinister corporation, operated by that bitch queen, had put together. Before she saw what was left of the other Alice, before she spotted the tall, dark and handsome other Carlos, in his white coffee-stained work shirt and black suit pants and the horrible mutation that distorted his jaw line and gave him infected eyes, dead and next to the broken Alice.

Before she saw the matching bands on the unfortunate couple and before the other Alice's daughter called her mommy.

After she saw all that Alice began to want again.

She pushed the child to gather a few things from their home and looked around envying the poor dead Alice. Her fight was over; she would never have to run again. She would never have to relive the death of her loved ones or be killed by them, at least not this one.

She picked up one of the frames and the longing and love came rushing back with such force, for the man grinning while celebrating a birthday with his daughter alongside Alice but not Alice, that she almost drowned in the unfairness of it. She glanced briefly at the other picture but the crushing wave of sadness of their demise kept her from studying the happily wedded couple.

This was not her house, that was not her child and she would never be able to call Carlos her husband ever and it was all Umbrella's fault. It was all her fault for not being faster or stronger or braver.

The child, Becky, asked if she had been fast in her packing and the way her eyes had crinkled when she asked forced Alice to swallow the lump in her throat and say she was. Ada told her that the child was a clone but given how sick and twisted Umbrella was, Alice wouldn't put it past them to have mixed her human DNA with Carlos' to make the bond between Clone Alice and Clone Carlos more authentic. She knew the way his eyes expressed themselves and Becky had those same expressions.

They gathered their stuff and stepped outside and Alice once more saw the magnitude of Umbrella's evil. Standing a few feet away were her old comrades. One, together again, Rain snarky but alive, Jill controlled but breathing and then she saw him.

She couldn't even utter his name; her breath was so stuck in her chest at the sight of his tall form and the twin pools of dark brown. She didn't linger on him; his eyes were dead like a shark's. He wasn't the real Carlos so she appealed to Rain but she was not the real Rain either and to them the child was not any more real than they were.

She was told to allow them to take her and they'd spare the child and she almost did. During the second she allowed herself to drink him in. In the second she stared into those unsmiling eyes, she almost gave in for the sake of the child hoping to appeal to his old decency but then Becky asked what was wrong with her father and those dark eyes blinked in surprise.

That simple acknowledgement was enough to pull Alice back and she told Becky that the man standing with a gun pointed at them was not her father. She turned and Ada nodded and the gunfight began. They crouched in the house and they traded shot after shot while trying to escape.

One of the bullets came disturbingly close to Becky's head and Alice enraged searched for the culprit. She saw that remorseless gaze again and she immediately fired upon it. He read her deadly intent and dove out of the way just in time for the man behind him to be turned into swiss cheese.

He didn't bother to fire again and Alice and Becky fled. They were separated and found and separated again and again. They got out and fought and then were rescued from the cold and taken to the heat of the last stand inside the white house.

She agreed to be the weapon; after all she had a daughter to protect.

"Alice?" the girlish voice called.

She turned and met the white clad queen. "I'm glad you made it out."

"Thanks, your sister is a bitch."

"Yes, her programming is corrupted."

"Yeah, that's one way to put it."

"Alice, there is something I must tell you about the clone." The white queen said and beckoned her into the president's office.

"Her name is Becky. She is not a clone, she is my daughter."

"That is what I need to tell you."

Alice crouched down so as to not miss a word of what no doubt would shatter her world further. "She is a clone but she is really your daughter. She was made from a mix of your and his DNA and then grown in the lab. After she perished she was cloned, that is why the other Alice's and Carlos' were always so protective. It is written into their DNA."

"Does she have any of my traits?"

"No the clones were all made from before the HIVE. When you were still just an operative."

"They have all their employees, don't they?"

"Yes and my sister will not be stopped easily. She will clone him again. She will clone her again. They are your weaknesses and you've shown it."

Alice sat down hard and tried picturing herself putting a bullet in his head or hers and knew that the white queen was right. She wouldn't be able to do it.

"I can't do it can I? In all the simulations he killed me because I couldn't kill him."

"That is correct but you have no cause to worry."

Alice laughed humorlessly. "I don't, tell me why?"

"Because I saved one that will fight alongside you."

"You promised that you would end it." He said from the doorway.

Alice looked up and was lifted into warm and safe arms. Arms that were part of someone she thought she'd never see again. "I tried. I almost did."

"It's a good thing I'm here to help then." He said and hugged her that much tighter.

"Daddy?" Becky asked hurling into the room and straight at what she assumed was her father.

"Daddy?" Carlos asked, looked down at the brown haired girl gripping his leg and back to Alice.

He swung the child into his arms and he saw the wide smile that was identical to his. Eyes that showed emotion like his only they came in Alice blue.

"It's a long story." Alice said hugging them both.

"I can see that." He said but cuddled the child anyway.

"Mommy, is this really Daddy?" Becky asked searching the man holding her.

Alice looked up into the dark eyes, whose humor and charm had haunted her for over four years. Eyes that she had last seen vacant and ruthless while these eyes now twinkled with a familiar spark that she hoped could be love, if she allowed it to blossom, if she allowed them in.

She lifted her hand and signed yes.