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Shattered Memories	By : FatalYaoi Category: +M through R > Resident Evil Views: 5096 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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.:Chapter 12:.

Alcohol

Despite everything that was said, Wesker waited with Chris until the brunet could stand without falling. They sat in silence for a while, Wesker leaning casually against a nearby wall and Chris sitting on a metallic bench. They were still in the shower room and, luckily, Chris was only without a shirt which was currently balled in his lap.

Chris was more shaken that anything. He wondered, now that the headache was gone and he was left to his thoughts, if Sheva actually let go; If she did, she surely wouldn't survive. From what Wesker had said, Sheva was simply unconscious- however, was Chris suppose to take his observation with a grain of salt or could he take his word for it? Suddenly, his entire focus shifted on whether his partner was still alive.

"You didn't have to stay," Chris said, breaking the silence.

"I realize this," Wesker responded simply.

"Then why did you?"

"What have I told you about asking questions?"

"Oh come on. You can't tell me that still applies."

"Indeed it does, Chris," Wesker said, a small smirk forming over his lips.

"So why did you stay?" Chris urged, causing a sigh and a scowl from the blond.

"Chris-"

"Fine," Chris muttered before standing. The brunet tossed his balled shirt onto the previously used bench and began towards the cupboard. Opening it, he took out the needed contents before closing it and walking towards one of the shower stalls. Setting them down on one of the convenient shelves, he turned on his heel and found Wesker staring at him- or at least looking towards his direction. "What?"

"Do you really think it wise to shower after having a fall like you did?"

"It wasn't that bad, Wesker. I'm sure I can handle a bit of water. I have lived through much worse, you know," Chris said half heatedly before vanishing into the changing room.

The B.S.A.A. member was rather shocked when the blond followed.

"Yes well this is a bit different, don't you agree?"

Chris sighed and sat on the bench near him, now suddenly feeling awkward about undressing with prying eyes watching. Waking up to see the blond sitting merely feet from him was, arguably, a welcoming sight and knowing that Wesker decided to stay simply to watch over the brunet made Chris smile somewhere on the inside. Perhaps this was why Chris couldn't tell if he was happy or exasperated that Wesker followed him into the changing room.

"Not really. An injury is an injury," Chris said with a bit of a shrug, eyeing Wesker expectantly as if a simple look was enough to cause the man to turn around.

It wasn't.

"Unfortunately, Christopher, most normal injuries aren't accompanied by possible brain damage," Wesker said matter-of-factly, leaning against the side of a row of lockers.

"You think I have brain damage? And could you turn around? I'd like to undress without you watching," Chris added the second question so quickly that it came out in a sort of mumble mess but Wesker heard it nonetheless and smirked.

"Severely painful headaches along with selective amnesia; Yes, you're correct Chris. I have no reason to believe you have possible brain damage- and no, I won't," Wesker stated before crossing his arms over his chest.

"Why not?" Chris exclaimed, standing up.

"I've seen your body before, have I not?" Wesker asked simply before slipping off his sunglasses and rubbing at the bridge of his nose again.

"B-But… This is different, Wesker," Chris said with a deep sigh. "And why do you keep doing that?"

"This is certainly no different than last night besides the reasoning for the removal of your clothing. And will you ever learn to not ask questions?" Wesker shot back wearily. "Do try to hurry. I have more research to conduct, you know."

"I'm not going to get undressed with you watching, Wesker," Chris said sternly, his arms crossing over his chest in a huff.

Without a response, the blond turned on his heel and left the room after replacing his glasses promptly back on his nose. Chris sighed happily and began to unbutton his pants. Before long, he had a towel wrapped around his otherwise exposed waist while his clothes sat thrown messily into the locker he used previously. Chris returned to the shower room where Wesker stood in his spot, leaned against a wall opposite the shower Chris planned on using.

The brunet shot the blond an apprehensive look before stepping into the stall and closing the curtain. He untied the towel from his waist and hung it over the side, where the stream of water wouldn't touch it. He started the shower and let his hand feel out the temperature before deciding it was adequate and stepping in himself.

"How is your research coming along?"

"Chris-"

"Oh come on, Wesker. I just want to know whether or not you'll be dying in a few weeks," Chris said loudly enough for Wesker to hear over the flow of the water.

"It's not a complete failure just yet. My attempts at making the serum stronger are working but not enough, unfortunately. PG67A/W is still the stronger of the two and continues to diminish my progress," Wesker called back.

"In other words-" Chris began, hoping Wesker would get the hint to make a summary that he could possibly understand.

"In other words, the serum that's being altered repairs the virus but once PG67A/W is administered, it damages it again," Wesker explained with a bit of exhaustion.

It was indescribably painful having to explain your oncoming demise over and over.

"Oh," was all that escaped from Chris. "Do you have any idea how you're going to keep stable after your month is up?"

"If you must know, I've been experimenting with the progressing serum. I'm trying to make the injections not only repair the virus but contain it as well. Rather than break it down, it could simply give it a limit," Wesker explained.

"What if that doesn't work?" Chris called as his hands began working shampoo into his hair.

"I have a backup plan, of course," Wesker said simply.

"Mind sharing?"

"I do mind, Chris. Are you finished with your questioning?"

"Not yet. Why can't you tell me?" Chris ran his hands through his hair, allowing the shampoo to rinse from his hair as Wesker responded.

"Don't ask questions you don't want to know the answer to," Wesker called.

"How will I know whether or not I want to know the answer if I don't know what it is?"

"Precisely. Are you finished?"

Chris let out a huff as he began lathering conditioner into his hair. As much as it bothered Wesker, asking questions was the only way to begin any sort of conversation with the blond. The man was difficult, hard to read, and stubborn but that's what made it fun to Chris. Sometime ago, back in S.T.A.R.S., the brunet had realized they shared several qualities. It was hard not to start seeing similarities in someone you worked with every day for two years. Though, back then, Chris was much easier to read; He wore his heart on his sleeve with his youth but that was quite a long time ago and he liked to believe that this changed with time.

"If you don't like my questioning, why don't you go back to your lab?" Chris called after a long few minutes of silence.

It was all just a game.

To Chris, it was a way of pushing Wesker. It was a bit nostalgic and the feeling drove Chris insane when he thought about it too long but it reminded him of S.T.A.R.S. Being able to push Wesker to annoyance without the brunette's life being threatened; it was nice.

To Wesker, it was many things; a game with high stakes was his favorite conclusion. The blond saw Chris's questioning as prying more than anything else. The brunet had always been meddlesome and found that if he wasn't always informed of a situation then something bad would happen. Chris never understood what a 'need-to-know basis' meant and Wesker sure as hell tried teaching him on multiple occasions.

Chris sighed contently after scrubbing off the remainder of the mess from the night before and realized Wesker hadn't answered. He shut off the tap and pulled the towel from the wall before wrapping it skillfully around his waist. Upon opening the curtain, he was surprised to see that he was quite alone in the large room. Frowning slightly, he removed himself from the stall and began back into the changing room.

"Oh, come on Captain! Would it really be that awful hanging out with us for one night?"

Chris's question was quickly answered by the annoyed look on the blonde's face.

Once a night a week, some of the S.T.A.R.S. members would gather and decide they want to go and have fun. Sometimes it was a poker night, sometimes it was movie night- tonight just happen to be bar night and Chris wanted Captain Wesker to accompany them.

"I fear the situation would turn from your version of fun to me having to look after you lot as you all drink yourselves senseless. I would rather stay home," the captain shot back before turning away from the brunet to continue through the hallway. Despite it being the middle of the day, the police station was mostly empty; A woman sat behind the front desk and all R.P.D. officers were in their offices or gone.

"Come on, Captain! Don't tell me you don't let lose every once and a while," Chris continued, taking large strides in attempts to keep up with the older of the two.

Wesker stopped, spun around, and flinched when Chris ran directly into him. Chris stumbled backwards, stammering quick and senseless apologies before Wesker cut him off with a response.

"I don't, actually. I have far too much work to deal with and 'letting lose' as you say simply isn't a priority." Chris groaned at the rejection but just as Wesker turned on his heel to leave again, Chris jumped in front of the blond, his arms extended in front of him motioning for Wesker to wait. "What is it, Redfield? I have work to do and so do you, now that I think of it. Have you finished with-"

"Yeah yeah. Captain, just come with us. If you aren't having a good time, you can leave, but I think you should give us a chance. Don't you think our teamwork would benefit if we were friends outside of work?" Chris watched Wesker hopefully as the blond sighed and adjusted his glasses.

"I suppose it could benefit. I'll attend your little… get together. Are you happy, Redfield?" Chris dropped his hands and a grin replaced the terror stricken face from before. "Good, now get back to work before I fire you just to avoid accompanying you lot," Wesker muttered before strolling around Chris.

Hours later, Chris sat anxiously at J's Bar, surrounded by his coworkers. The attending S.T.A.R.S. team occupied two full tables. Where he sat, Jill, Barry, and Forest surrounded him while the opposing table sat Edward, Richard, and Brad. To Chris's left was an empty chair that he had saved for his Captain and to his right sat Jill who currently held a beer and was talking animatedly with Barry about weapons.

Chris was the only silent one. The ordinary beer that sat in front of him remained untouched and his eyes kept flicking sadly from the door to the empty chair beside him. Every few minutes, the waitress, Cindy, would walk over and offer everyone a beer. They would all accept besides Chris who would kindly shake his head, give a weak smile, and return to his brooding.

That was until he heard the door open and close over the loud chatter of the patrons.

"Captain!" Most of the S.T.A.R.S. members shouted, raising their hands into the air to wave him over.

Chris smirked as he saw Wesker's look of annoyance. Unlike most of the other members, Chris could sometimes tell Wesker's mood. He watched for subtle movements like the way Wesker's jaw clenched when he was angry or when his tight lips would purse when he was holding something back.

Even without Chris to signal to him, Wesker went straight to Chris's side, seating himself in the empty chair, his eyes on the members at the other table.

"What took you so long, Captain? I thought Chris was going to have an aneurism if you showed up any later," Jill said with a quiet laugh. Wesker's eyes traveled to Chris who immediately bit his lip and looked away, his eyes on the bartender across the room whom he knew as Will.

"Oh is that so?" Wesker asked, his annoyance fading as his lips twitched into a smirk. "I had quite a few things to take care of and I probably wouldn't be here if someone hadn't insisted."

"Is there anything I can get for you?" Chris's eyes went from Will to Cindy. Her blond hair, bright eyes, and sincere smile all brightened the bleak surrounding of the bar and Chris couldn't help but smile back as she offered everyone a happy look.

"Scotch, if you will?" Wesker responded simply as his eyes grazed over the beer that sat in front of every S.T.A.R.S. member.

"Of course. I'll be back in a jiffy," Cindy said happily before prancing away to fetch the drink.

"She's nice," Barry said with a smile as they watched her walk away.

"Hey Chris, are you any good at darts?" Chris looked up to see Forest asking, a devilish smirk on his lips.

"Not tonight, Forest," Chris said with a sigh.

As much as he liked their friendly rivalry, Chris wasn't up to for anything at the moment. The sharpshooter had a nagging feeling that if he left Wesker alone, even for a second, the blond would grow bored and leave. After what he had done to get the man there, Chris wasn't going to let that happen.

"I'll take you on, Forest. Come on," Jill said, giving Chris a suspicious look before standing and walking away with the marksman.

"Here you go," Cindy said happily, setting the glass in front of the blond. "Just call me over if anyone needs anything."

"Thank you, Cindy," Barry said with a smile, which Cindy happily returned before leaving.

As time went one, the situation began to grow awkward. Even when Jill returned, Forest beating her in the small competition, their table remained almost silent while the other flourished with great conversation. There was one point when a conversation erupted between Forest and Barry but it didn't last very long.

"I think I'm going to go. I really don't like leaving Kathy to deal with Moira and Polly," Barry said, referring to his wife and children with a smile. He pulled out a bundle of money from his pocket, counted what he owed, and dropped it on the table. "I'll see you all on Monday," he called as everyone said their goodbyes.

Slowly, one by one, each member got up and left. Soon, it was only Chris, Jill, Wesker, with Richard joining their table before he also left with Jill.

"See you on Monday, Chris," Jill called with a wave before vanishing through the doorway behind Richard.

"Well that was fun," Chris said apprehensively, eyeing Wesker who was on his third glass of scotch.

"Right. As I said, your version of fun," Wesker said before standing and throwing down a bit of cash without bothering to count it. "Hope you had fun, Redfield. See you on Monday."

"I tried, didn't I?"

"Indeed you did," Wesker said with a quiet chuckle. "You'll understand if I ask you to never invite me to one of these gatherings again, won't you?"

"Yeah. Goodnight, Captain," Chris said sadly as Wesker began walking away.

"Have a good night, Redfield," Wesker called before leaving.

Once Wesker was gone, Chris sighed and leaned his forehead on the table, his hand wrapped around his semi empty glass while he sulked. The brunet had tried so hard to get the blond to have fun and let lose but all this did was prove that Wesker was right.

And Wesker was always right.

When Chris came to, he was dressed and laying on the metal bench in the changing room. He vaguely remembered smirking as he began to reminisce and as soon as he was dressed, he decided to lay back and enjoy the memory. Little did he remember how the damn thing ended.

Sighing, Chris stood and was surprised to see Wesker standing in the doorway. Jumping slightly, Chris chuckled before speaking.

"How long have you been standing there?" He asked, his arms crossing over his chest almost self consciously.

"Long enough, I suppose. What were you thinking about?" Chris almost laughed at Wesker's question.

"Does it matter?"

"A bit." Wesker's response came as he stepped fully into the room and began progressing towards Chris.

"Uh-" Chris stammered at first before realize Wesker was walking towards the bench beside Chris. When Wesker sat, Chris found the words that had escaped him. "Why are you suddenly interested?"

"Chris, perhaps you should stop asking questions and begin to answer the ones already asked." Wesker suggested with a smirk. Chris sighed and leaned against the lockers nearest him, a hand cupping the back of his neck awkwardly as he fought the urge to be difficult.

"You won't remember it," Chris assured with a weak smile and a shake of his head.

"You don't know that," Wesker said simply, his gloved hand motioning for Chris to tell his thoughts.

"I was thinking about the time I talked you into coming with me to a S.T.A.R.S. hang out thing. I don't know why I thought of it but it was still a nice memory, I guess," Chris muttered before sighing in sadness.

"Nice memory for you, perhaps. I had to sit, for hours mind you, with people who I'd just spent the entire week with," Wesker shot back. "However, I do remember one thing that made the night interesting." Chris looked at the blond curiously before giving it a bit of thought.

"What… exactly made it interesting?" He asked after a few moments of failed recollection.

"Jill greeted me despite the fact that you were obviously anxiously awaiting my arrival. Once I did arrive, however, she was kind enough to inform me of just how anxious you were in my absence."

"I don't really see how that was interesting," Chris muttered as he clearly remembered his embarrassment from the situation.

"Yes well, I'm sure you are unaware, but after taking my departure- I thought it might be interesting to stay a while and look in on your brooding."

"I wasn't-"

"Yes you were. It's simply what you do, Chris, you brood. Do you realize how long you sat there and stared at my empty chair?" Chris merely shrugged. "Do you not remember?"

"What am I not remembering, Wesker?"

"I suppose you were too drunk to remember. That's a shame," the blond sighed with no intention to continue the story.

"I wasn't drunk- Alright, maybe a little by the end but you can't just not tell me, Wesker."

"Very well. That waitress- uh.. The blond one-"

"Cindy."

"Right. She informed you of their closing and when you left, you made the decision to walk home; a decision I realize now to be rather good considering how drunk you apparently were. I offered you a ride home and you took the offer. You truly don't remember?"

Chris remembered now.

Cold night air hit the brunette's warm face as he began walking the streets of Raccoon City. His hands were comfortably tucked into his jacket pockets though the jacket itself wasn't doing much good as he felt himself shiver against the cold air. His mind was in all sorts of shambles- why had he just spent hours sulking over this failed get together? Why had he been upset enough to have to drink away his sorrows?

"Redfield, what are you doing?"

Wesker's voice made him jump. Chris looked to his left and saw the blond sitting in the driver's seat of his running car looking through the passenger side window. The brunet didn't understand why his captain would still be out at this time of night let alone following him but there he was- waiting for him to answer an obvious question.

"Walking home? Isn't that what you're suppose to do when you have too much to drink?"

"Just get in. I'll drive you home."

"I don't mind walking," Chris said hastily before continuing down the sidewalk, stumbling slightly at the quick pace. The last thing the brunet wanted was to have a ride home with his captain; though he wasn't sure why. It wasn't like anything bad had happened- perhaps it was Chris's alcohol induced mind making it all seem far worse than what it was.

"Redfield," Wesker said threateningly as he had to slowly pull up to keep with Chris's motion. "It's cold out and you are, needless to say, drunk. Just get in the damn vehicle."

The S.T.A.R.S. member stopped and looked at Wesker who's patience was already gone. Sighing, Chris took a step forward and leaned into the window, his eyes on his captain.

"You don't need to do this, Captain," he assured despite already feeling rather grateful he didn't have to deal with the cold night air any longer.

"I know, Redfield. Just get in," the blond responded with a soft smirk.

Chris obeyed and opened the passenger side door, slipping into the vehicle and closing the door beside him. He quickly buckled his seatbelt and was immediately overcome with the feeling of pure awkwardness between the two. Normally, Chris had a sense of tense comfort whenever he was around the blond but that feeling was quickly replaced.

Silent minutes fell by before Chris actually got the nerve to speak-

"Your right. You ended up babysitting instead of having a good time like you should have been," Chris muttered as his head lulled back against the headrest.

"I realize this. However, I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to attend."

"Oh come on, Captain. You know I pushed you into it when I shouldn't have. I'm sorry," the brunet sighed as he turned his head to the side to glance at Wesker.

"Just don't attempt to bring me along again and all is forgiven. I believe these are your apartments. I trust you are able to find yours without my assistance," Wesker said as Chris realized they had stopped in front of his apartment building.

"Right-" Chris unbuckled his seatbelt but stopped and turned to Wesker. "Captain, do you think I'll remember any of this?"

"Truthfully, no."

"Alright then."

Chris leaned into Wesker, his left hand snaking behind the blonde's neck to keep him still as their lips met. Chris took Wesker's top lip between his and moved against it gracefully yet somewhat sloppily due to the alcohol. Chris wasn't surprised when Wesker didn't kiss back but he was surprised when Wesker didn't do a thing to put him away. The one-sided kiss was incredibly brief and when Chris pulled away, he was smirking.

"That never happened," he said simply, looking to Wesker for reassurance.

"Of course," the blond complied.

"Good night, Albert," Chris said as he removed himself from the car.

"Good night, Chris."
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