A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's…..I wished I owned the rest of them though….

Okay so the Muse is being stubborn and wants to stay in Resident Evil land after seeing Retribution and seeing the trailers for RE 6 and this is what hatched.

This is game verse now and not movie verse. This takes place during RE 6 based on what is available for us to see until the game comes out. Alex (From Chimera, Hope Springs Eternal, and Sinners & Saints) and Chris (Game Chris not movie Chris) are in a well established relationship (which will be revealed in flashbacks and through the present). Enter Edonia and the ambush and wham! Well let's just say after Piers drags Chris back things change for Alex/Chris as he feels he can't be the man she needs him to be. And guess who is there to offer support...

So just give this a chance peeps….Please…..

East Coast…..December 2012

"How long this time?"

Chris peered down at the crown of raven that was splayed across his chest. Further down a slender leg was lazily draped over his solid ones. Alex was absently running her finger in random patterns across the ripples of his torso. She did that when something weighed on her mind and Chris knew what had triggered it. The warmth of her bare skin penetrated into his as the weight of her body pressed against his side. Her tone was inquisitive, absent of melancholy. She had grown accustomed to Chris being called away to the darkest corners of the world over these past several years. Alex understood what she was getting involved with when she stepped into Chris Redfield's life: Undetermined amounts of time being deployed, the gaps between calls or emails, the secrecy, and not knowing when but if Chris would return alive. But he had returned every time and that was what mattered the most.

I'm coming back…..I pro-

Don't say it if you can't keep it.

I wouldn't say if I didn't. I promise I will come home.

"I wish I could say," he regretted his answer but it was truth. They never knew when they would complete the mission. Sometimes it could be as little as a week to three or four months. Chris hated leaving her behind but Alex was persistent, refusing to walk away from him; from them. Birthdays, anniversaries, holidays and countless other occasions missed because of his absence. Alex would write it off, claiming to understand. But Chris knew better. He could see the pain in her eyes when she spoke with that unwavering tone. It was that fire in her soul that drew him to her in the first place and it was that same fire that made him love her that much more.

"Figures," she sighed and lifted her chin until it was nestled at the tip of his sternum. The wide pools of Caribbean blue shimmered in the cool glow of the pathetic lamp. "Where to this time?" Her lips pressed into a tight thin line.

"Edonia," Chris whispered. His hand sought her out, caressing the lightly damp cheek. The specks of sweat pebbled against her back, a visible reminder of their fervent love making. Before he would depart on a mission, they wouldn't leave the confines of the small but comfortable bedroom for hours if not a day. His hands would greedily explore and claim her willing body, recommitting every curve, freckle, and furrow of her form. A few bruises would surface on the juts of her hips, her collarbone, neck, and inner thigh. It was as if they were preparing for the unspoken. The scent of her skin would saturate his senses staying fresh in his mind even when they were hip deep in biohazards. Finn would sometimes tease the Captain when the vacant stare would surface in his eyes where hours before the steel glare of a hardened warrior had inhabited those same rich rings.

Hey guys! Look at the Captain! Oh look…Look he's blushing!

Chris would feel the burning in his ears and cheeks as Ben, Carl, Andy, Keaton, Marco, Piers, and Jeff chimed in followed with an uproar of laughter from all seven men. There were times he swore the flights back were taking longer than necessary. He wondered if the pilots weren't in on the fun sometimes. But it was all in good fun and after annihilating Umbrella's creations it was warranted; even if it was at Chris's expense. Then later back at camp, behind the rigid canvas that was his temporary home, Chris would flip open the left breast pocket of his vest, retrieving the crinkled but brilliant picture of Alex. He had taken it in the fall, at the coast, at the Cape Hatteras lighthouse in North Carolina. It had been during leave and Alex had pestered him about going to the shore. Chris had been hesitant but Alex had her methods of persuasion, specifically the mind blowing blow job which was followed up her fulfilling a fantasy of his which involved them, a blanket and the clearing in the park adjacent to their apartment. Chris could've died a happy man that night.

"Where the Hell is that?" She snorted humorlessly shattering his momentary drift upon memory bliss. The image of her naked breasts teased his vision as he shut his eyes and rejoined reality.

"It's some piece of shit country that broke away from Russia."

"Nice way of putting it," she quietly chuckled and snuggled tighter against him. Chris felt the pressure of her lips against the center of his chest as she pressed a light kiss to the damp patch of sandy silk. Her ear rested atop his chest now, picking up the steady rhythm of his heart. It was a song she would never tire of listening to.

"They discovered bio-weapons in the area. Someone supplied the Edonian Liberation Army with a sample."

"When will they learn?" Her tone morphed into a bitter note as she felt the invisible wounds dispatch a pang of pain.

"I wish I knew Lexi," Chris used his pet name for his lover.

"You would think after….." The words drifted off as Alex's tongue refused to move and went limp at the bottom of her mouth. Though she was outwardly strong, a fractured psyche rested beneath the façade. Her fists clenched the sheet until the tips of her knuckles matched the fabric clutched fiercely in her grip as her lips twitched closer to a hateful snarl. Heat built between her fingers and inside her palm as the pressure heightened around the thin material. Her pulse quickened as her heart pummeled her sternum. Chris instinctively draped his arms around her with a leg across hers for added security hoping it would placate her. Even now after seven years Alex couldn't be free of the horrors of the past. The icy tendrils of their demons continued to emerge from the shadows when she dared to grant herself a moment's reprieve. The world had turned a blind eye to the hot spots of biohazards, as long as it wasn't in their back yard who gave a shit? It was always some ass backwards hard to pronounce country or breakaway republic where violence and death held hands on a regular basis which didn't raise any red flags; yet. For now the civilized world simply refused to pay heed and carry on in their spheres of personal dramas and materialistic dreams.

It had been when the epicenters of humanity and civilization shifted into hot beds of biohazard attacks that the world finally took notice; not that there were those who had seen the writing on the wall since the Mansion incident but their shouts and prophecies of the world approaching the end game. Their pleas were blocked out much like Cassandra had been shunned before the Greeks destroyed Troy.

"Come here," he nudged her gently. Alex slipped out of his hold, climbing up his side until his shoulder met her ear and cheek. She clung against him like a person clutching a life preserver in stormy seas, fearing if she let go she would be lost.

"I'm sorry," her voice couldn't climb higher than a hoarse whisper.

"Don't be," Chris tilted his chin downward so his eyes could catch hers. Tears were pricking the corners of her eyes despite her best efforts to stem them. His thumb brushed over the edge of each, sweeping away the offensive droplets. It broke his heart to see her remain in a state of perpetual fear. It wasn't right! Alex had not known peace of mind or soul or body since. But yet again none of them had. Jill continued to be a part of the B.S.A.A. but remained stateside. Leon had gone on to be an agent with the Division of Security Operations after the events in Raccoon City. It seemed he was their kind of man. Chris had been promoted to Captain within the B.S.A.A. getting a new squad including a young balls on accurate marksman by the name of Piers Nivans. Alex had commented in passing he was a lot like Chris when they had first met. Even Jill and Claire had sided with Alex noting the striking similarities between the two men.

"Will it ever end?" She sighed heavily wondering if any of them would ever have a chance to live without the looming threat of a bio-weapon attack at any moment. Chris responded by locking his solid arms harder and tighter. With every mission he was left with the exact question. Umbrella had been destroyed but its legacy continued.

Damn you Spencer…

Damn you Wesker…

His voice would curse the two who brought about the dark days. Spencer's greed and Wesker's hubris and ambitions had assured the world would never be the same. Alex had placed significant blamed the government and their hawkish agenda. It was because of them and other governments like them that Umbrella experimented and created the hellish biohazards that had risen up. The demand had been waved in front of the corporation like meat being waved in front of a hungry dog.

Just because they were able to wash their hands of the mess doesn't mean shit! The blood of thousands of victims stains their hands still. I hope they all burn in HELL!

"Someday it will Lexi but for now we have to continue fighting. A future without fear…."

"My selfless Chris….Always ready to fight another day."

"I hate it when I have to leave you."

"Chris," she reached out cupping the side of her face, guiding it towards her. Chris peered into the deep pools of turquoise which had locked with his displaying seriousness. "I understand what I was getting all the way back to the first time you talked to me. If all of this fighting and blood and tears means we will have a life without fear then it's worth it."

"But it doesn't make it any less harder on you. Men like me don't make the best husbands or boyfriends."

"You've told me that over a million times too and yet you're still here." Her lips crept up into a sweet smile which Chris couldn't but help to mirror. "I know you're scared Chris and it's alright to be scared."

"It's not that Lexi," Chris shortly shook his head. "It's just I don't like leaving you here alone, wondering and waiting to see if I'm coming back."

"What are you saying?" She tensed up feeling her breath freeze in her lungs as they constricted inside their bony confines. Her mouth quivered and eyes welled. "Chris….please….."

She felt her heart slamming against her sternum as trepidation slithered into her mind. Alex's hands trembled as she felt her body and mind preparing for the worst. This was it.

"Lexi," Chris let out a short gasp as he saw her frightening reaction to his words. "Lexi, no, that's not what I meant! God my words came out wrong…..."

He sat up pulling her into his lap. Alex straddled his hips as his hands planted on hers. A few strands had broken away and slipped across her nose. Chris captured the loose tresses and tucked them behind her ear. His hand didn't break contact and journeyed down and along the defined break of her jaw before traveling the road that was her neck and shoulder then backtracked across the throbbing intersection of her pulse, pausing to take in the vibration that teased his fingertips. He extended his other hand, brushing off the gathering deluge.

"I'm not leaving you," he whispered. "You're right, I am scared."

"And it's alright to be afraid Chris." Chris caught the movement of her hands from the corners of his eyes as the soft attentive pair ran up the outer parts of his arms, feeling the solid waves of muscle flutter beneath her touch. She leaned in letting her lips run across the outer shell of his ear not missing the faint gasp breaking his slightly parted lips. The emotions between them charged the air with a desperate need to touch, feel, and taste one another.

"But tonight set your fears aside," she breathed into his ear. Chris just nodded and tilted his head back letting the the desire and lust that simmered in his lower body take over. Alex glided her hands over his chest then down the sharp cuts of his abs, letting her fingertips be the only part to touch. Chris groaned at the welcomed sensation, closing his eyes and offering his neck and shoulders for her to take. Alex leaned in, tasting the salt that dashed his skin. Her tongue darted from behind her lips and teeth, imprinting his skin with an invisible trail. Chris could only groan and bucked his hips sharply to hers. His rigid erection rubbing against her, smearing the beads of pre come along her receptive flesh.

Alex felt his calloused hands curling around her hips, lifting her up then impaling her on his twitching member, pushing her down until he was balls deep inside. The hot velvet walls embraced Chris, coating his cock with the sweet essence of his lover. Another feeling he would miss: The fluttering of rubbing and milking of her body against him as she steadily rode him. Her hips thrusted upward then slid back eliciting a deep lustful gasp from his lips. Alex leaned forward, bracing her arms against the solid oak headboard, angling her hips deeper still.

"God…." He whispered as the smallest tilt sent shivers down his spine. "Lexi….please…."

"Just let go." She quickened her pace, snapping harder and faster. The bulbous head of his cock massaged the precious gathering of nerves and flesh, causing her lower body to tingle and contract. Chris looked up to see her eyes half closed with mouth forming into a circle. She was drawing close…..so so close…..

He wanted to see it when she cried out his name, the moment she would be awash in euphoria and rapture. He wanted to see and hear his name flowing from her mouth.

"Chris…." She clenched the solid frame and surrendered. Chris arched his back, pressing their intertwined bodies closer together. She felt so good! Alex continued to writhe on top of him, feeling the flood of golden honey coating him, marking him as hers.

"Mmm," he hummed, never letting his eyes waver from her. She was beautiful perched on top of him, riding his cock. Her breasts bounced lightly against her chest with the erect buds protruding from their flush hiding places. Her skin was glowing in sweat and sex with the feral look that dominated her eyes. "So good to me…."

The coiling that had been small increased until it couldn't be ignored. Chris pounded his hips, filling the air with hard smacks of skin against skin. Alex thrusted downward, hearing his pants and moans gathering in intensity as Chris neared.

"That's it….." She growled seductively. "I love feeling you cum inside. Ngh…"

The thick heat that sprayed her body's walls was heavenly. Chris felt his body exploding, purging the tension. The hot ropes of semen rushed deeper into his lover's body, penetrating every space of flesh possible. Alex felt him spilling from the slick stretched entrance, dribbling onto the heated swollen folds and inner thighs.

Alex panted hard as the last flux left her body. Her eyes lifted open and landed on the the brunette beneath her. Chris grinned as she struggled to catch her breath. He wrestled her hands free of the headboard allowing the blood to rush back to the numb digits and joints. Alex caught the gnarled position of her hands and quickly shook them loose. She didn't notice any pain or loss of feeling but now the burning resumed.

"You okay?" Chris spied the scrunched features on her face. He chuckled as she continued flicking her wrists.

"Yep," she turned her attention downward. "I am now."

Alex dismounted from Chris and stretched out beside him. The blankets had been kicked away long before but the heat they generated in their frenzied love making removed the need for such covering. Chris felt a light pressure as Alex draped an arm around his mid section. He reciprocated with his powerful arms looping around her waist, creating a perfect circle. Alex yawned and rested her head against his shoulder; the solid deltoids and biceps flexed in response.

"Funny," she muttered sleepily against his skin.

Chris said nothing as he took in the sight alongside him. Alex wasn't supermodel thin or ripped like some women but it didn't matter; she was perfect in his eyes. She had curves along her hips, perfect for grabbing a hold of whether or not it was during sex. Her skin was soft with a few marks and scars that crossed the canvas of flesh. But one scar in particular would always send a cold chill through Chris's body. It was located on the back of her neck, at the base of her skull where the vertebrae embarked on their journey downward.

He will never give us peace…..Even in death he torments us still…

He pushed a small tuft of raven threads over the hideous raised mark, blocking it from his sight.

Alex had fallen asleep, exhausted but well sated. Chris sighed with sorrow in his breath as their time together slipped through like sands in an hourglass. Every moment spent in these few days was cherished with anxiety and trepidation. Chris was still in disbelief at Alex's will. Any other woman would've left him after the incident in the Russia or even before that in Antarctica. But not Alex...

Chris felt a stab of guilt which never failed to surface when he was about to depart on a mission. He had felt the tugging of his mind to break it off with her as she would suffer more than flourish with him. Alex wouldn't abandon him she refused to let the love she shared with Chris be destroyed by the dark hearts of men and financial greed. She had been forced to endure so much horror, trauma and death that she would joke she felt like one of the B.S.A.A.

Raccoon City had been her baptism by fire.

Raccoon City - 1 October, 1998

The Tower Chapel had been her first close encounter with any biohazard, namely Nemesis. There she had met up with Carlos Oliveira and Jill Valentine. She had fled on foot, navigating the winding alleyways and side streets to evade the growing swarm of infected. People she called friends had fallen to the decaying horde through a scratch or bite or if they were fortunate, death. Her house was no longer safe as the fires raged and infected roamed the canyons of skyscrapers and older antiquated structures. Most of the remaining humans were charging up the main street towards the barricade which crossed over the main road in and out of town. Knowing that would be ringing the dinner bell for the infected, she pursued an alternative route towards the same destination. The air was choked in thick black smoke which was intertwined with rotted flesh. Alex was reminded of a meat locker that had lost power leaving the contents to spoil. Her stomach churned as she covered her mouth and nose with her hand. The sluggish outlines of the infected ahead had forced her hand, making Alex divert her path once again. The infected were outnumbering the living, devouring anything breathing in their path.

Alex had broken from the smoky cloud finding she was in front of the St. Michael Clock Tower. The low rumbling and growling in the distance to her right had started to travel in her general direction. The tower it was. Knowing the infected could be anywhere, Alex discovered the chapel that was located inside. It was smaller, had one way in and out, and was still lit. She had used the altar as a barrier, armed only with a baseball bat she had procured from the streets. The dried blood painted the stainless steel with random splatter and spray. Alex had pressed her back against the inside of the shrine, hearing the door rattle then open. Her mind prepped her for the inevitable as her body trembled against the solid maple. She heard the shuffling of feet unsure if it was human or infected. Her hands gripped the bat tight, ready to crush bone and brain. Carlos had just stretched Jill on the bench when Alex charged out swinging the makeshift weapon.

"Whoa," Carlos caught the receiving end of the steel bat causing Alex to halt her assault. "Calm down lady! I'm no zombie!"

Alex blinked twice as her mind raced to catch up with what her eyes were absorbing. The tension was released on her end as her hands dropped and she leaned back against the altar. The reliquary jabbed her in the right side but that was the least of her worries.

"Who the Hell are you?" Alex watched as Carlos extended his free hand.

"My name's Carlos," the man introduced himself. His skin was sepia in tone with locks of dark chocolate that complimented the former. He was clad in cargo pants, a short sleeved olive shirt which was covered by a tactical vest. Scraped kneepads shielded his knees while steel toed combat boots finished the ensemble. Alex had felt his eyes cutting into hers as they stood off against one another. Carlos could see she was frightened and justifiably so. God knows what she had been witness too since this apocalypse was ignited.

Finally her own hand lifted up clasping into his. It was warm but rough with hardened skin along his palm. She released a breath of relief at seeing a living breathing person.

"The name's Alex; Alex Koch."

Time had been lost and Alex couldn't recall when she had laid eyes on the last uninfected person but damn it if the man called Carlos wasn't a sight for her sore tired eyes.

Now they were in the ear of post Umbrella, never knowing what would rear its ugly and where. Chris continued to stroke her hair, feeling the threads of raven silk interlacing with his thick fingers. They cascaded down layering on one another until a feathery halo had begun to emerge. He had told himself never to grow close to anyone much less be in any kind of relationship. Chris had ignored his own warning, daring to get to know the brunette who had put a few of the B.S.A.A. to shame that cold December night in the bar. Then her hair had been rich and smooth like liquid chocolate but it had been since altered. But still she look beautiful, bordering on exotic even. When the light hit her hair just right Chris had sworn he could see a multitude of colors reflecting back. It reminded him of the birds that had shiny feathers and displayed the same characteristic.

So many times he felt the soldier, the part of him saying to set her free, liberate her of the pain. But his humanity, his soul had triumphed. Chris would depart in 48 hours into a part of the world that was bathed in darkness and violence and the unknown. His team was ready, some of the best that the B.S.A.A. had in its North American Division. They had been through a few smaller biohazard outbreaks in Central and South America, discovering it was a rogue government attempting to eliminate political enemies or rival cartels waging war over the lucrative drug routes into the United States. But after the nightmare that was Umbrella and Albert Wesker, Chris treated each mission as if the worst case scenario awaited him and his team. It had saved their asses on more than one occasion.

"Don't worry about me," Alex yawned and readjusted against him. "I'll do what I normally do when you're on a mission."

When Chris was away, Alex would volunteer and help the B.S.A.A. catch up on paperwork and file reports that the agents couldn't or really weren't anxious to do. Her typing skills and organizational capabilities rivaled any professional assistant. In addition to keeping her mind occupied it opened up an access for Alex to hear news about Chris. She hated being the last to know and this was her way of keeping her from being that person. She also hung out with Claire when she wasn't working at Terrasave which provided support and comfort to both. It had been rough on the pair when Chris was in the line of danger but lending strength to one another softened the dull ache. Chris was grateful for his sister and Jill as they were all links in the chain that was his life. They were strongest together.

I will come back Lexi….I promise….

"I love you," he whispered then settled into the overstuffed pillow with his body shielding her from any and all unseen foes. The warmth of her body diffused across the cool surface of his torso, relaxing him further into the state of slumber. His fingers intertwined with hers, the final act before the night came to a close.