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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 19:.

Conversations

Claire was on her feet by the time the front door was closed and was quickly moving across the room towards her purse which most likely held a weapon. She was shouting, rather loudly, and Wesker had taken to dropping his bag near the door before merely leaning against the wall beside it as the two siblings began talking.

"Claire! Claire! Please, rela- Claire, put down the gun," Chris urged as she was soon holding a handgun pointed over Chris's shoulder to the blond behind him.

"Do you have ANY idea what this bastard has done to us, Chris? Tell me one good reason why I shouldn't shoot him right now!"

"Because it would be a lot easier to fight the viruses on the black market with Wesker on our side, don't you think?" He tried. She was just behind the coffee table, her stance perfect and her gun at the ready. Even with a gun, the situation was rather pointless as both Chris and Wesker knew she wouldn't be able to shoot the blond. Hell, Chris was barely able to do it at point blank range and his sister was trying from across the room.

"Actually-"

"Shut up, Wesker."

"And what makes you think he is on our side? Are YOU even on our side?"

"As your brother, I sort of resent that but taking in the current situation, I can't blame you. Claire, really, I know I have a lot to explain but I swear I'll explain it once we can sit down and talk about this. Without him, of course," Chris added as Claire eyed Wesker dangerously.

"F-Fine," she said stiffly, slowly lowering the gun.

"Wesker, you should probably go back into the bedroom," Chris suggested heavily, turning to him and raising an eyebrow to how relaxed the man looked.

"You certainly didn't think this through, did you?" He asked, bending down slightly to pick up his bag.

"You could say that," Chris muttered as Wesker passed by him and disappeared into the hallway. "Now, can we please sit down and talk about this rationally?" He asked motioning towards the couch.

"It depends if you are under any sort of mind control or not," Claire said, again stiffly, and Chris almost chuckled though he was sure it wasn't a joke.

"I'm not. Believe me, you'd notice if I was."

Claire didn't put away her gun, simply put it on coffee table in front of her before sitting on the couch. Chris joined her, sitting beside her while still facing her, eyeing the very ready handgun nearby them before looking to his sister.

"I might as well start from the beginning," Chris muttered before he did.

He told his sister everything, including his and Wesker's times together. He had originally planned on leaving those details out but figured it was best to be completely honest considering this was his sister and he trusted her completely. She hadn't reacted well at all and she looked at him almost pitifully as he explained his unresolved feelings and even went through the explanations of his memory loss. Eventually, he ended on their recent meeting before taking a deep breath and speaking again.

"And… that's it. You can't tell Jill or Sheva any of this!" He added frantically as Claire looked at him absolutely stunned.

"You two… slept together… after he kidnapped you and assaulted you up…. And then he left you with the B.S.A.A…. Where you were treated as an enemy… and he's now living in your house?" Claire asked very, very slowly.

"We haven't slept together but you're rather close," it wasn't Chris but Wesker who responded and Claire jumped up at the voice, reaching instinctly for her gun.

"Wesker-" Chris growled under his breath and the blond sighed as the woman held the gun but was obviously confused on whether she should point it or not.

"I was simply correcting her facts," he said rather innocently but received a glare from the brunet anyway.

"Claire, please," Chris said quickly before looking back to Wesker who was now going into the kitchen. "I'm assuming that's why you're out there?"

"For food, yes," Wesker assured and began through the cupboard.

Claire had, hesitantly, listened to her brother and was now placing her gun back onto the table. She carefully eyed the blond once more before returning to her seat, her gaze shifting to her brother.

"Are you sure he's serious about this mercenary thing?" she asked quietly.

"I am. You've told her my reasoning, I assume?" Wesker asked from the kitchen as he began pulling out various items.

"He doesn't have the money to actually do anything, Claire. He has no connections left, one place to stay in Africa, and can you really imagine him getting hired for any normal job?" Chris asked in amusement as a flash of Wesker working at McDonalds worked it's way into his mind.

"I don't know, Chris. I don't trust him."

"And you shouldn't," Chris and Wesker said together. They both froze momentarily but Chris shook it off and continued while Wesker simply ignored it.

"I don't either and he may be dangerous but I can't turn him into the B.S.A.A."

"Why not?" Claire asked carefully and Chris noticed Wesker's movements had slowed as he was listening intently.

"Even if I tried, they wouldn't catch him. The second I called them, I would either be dead or he would be gone. Besides, like I said, he would be better on our side."

"That's all fine and great, Chris, but he's the other side!"

"Currently, all viral related serums are being sold on the black market," Wesker informed from his position in the kitchen before soon leaving with a sandwich in hand to join them in the living room. He stood across the room though as Claire seemed highly uncomfortable whenever he moved even just slightly.

"Wesker, technically, isn't even the main threat anymore and the B.S.A.A are fully aware of that. Yes, he's superhuman and a potential threat but he could be a lot of help."

"Chris-"

"Shut up, Wesker."

"You seem to believe that I have some sort of intention to help the B.S.A.A. I'm simply trying to correct it- I don't."

"See!"

"Claire, sit down and put the gun away," Chris said hurriedly as she grabbed for it again. "Wesker, as a mercenary, you may help us more than you think. Who knows, you might have a change of heart after a while."

"Right, I'll suddenly want to assist the organization that has not only attempted to kill me but has angered and abandoned you as well," Wesker spoke dryly before taking a bite of the sandwich.

Claire eyed Chris and he saw the gleam in her eye.

Yup, Chris wasn't the only one who caught it.

Wesker had a small soft spot for Chris, it seemed.

"I really don't like this, Chris," Claire said worriedly after several quiet moments.

"Yeah and I'm obviously ecstatic with the situation after being kidnapped by him," Chris muttered but got an annoyed look in response from the woman.

"You're the one who asked him to live here, you idiot," she snapped, punching him playfully on the arm. "And I realize you weren't very happy about the kidnapping but you didn't seem to complain too much from what I was told," she muttered, causing Chris to blush awkwardly.

"Yeah well…" He trailed off and Claire sighed heavily.

"W-Well, how was your first day at the volunteer job?" Claire asked quickly, obviously trying to return to the reason why she was there in the first place.

Wesker raised an eyebrow and eyed Chris, a gaze which the brunet felt and dreaded.

"Right, I forgot about that. I'm volunteering for the local police force and might be called in every once and a while," he added towards Wesker who shrugged, nodded, and finished his food in silence. "- and it was fine. Kylie says hello, by the way."

"Oh I bet she was happy to meet you!" Claire giggled before realizing the situation. She quickly coughed and sighed. "Well, having a gay brother wouldn't have been bad. Having a gay brother who insists on sleeping with the enemy-"

"Claire!"

"Sorry, sorry. I just talked a lot about you to her and I would have liked if my best friend and my brother could have gotten married," she said quickly before Chris realized that she meant she was most likely talking about him on purpose to get the receptionist excited to meet him.

"That explains why she gave me her number then," Chris muttered and Wesker looked up from his quiet stance across the room. Suddenly, the Redfield siblings could feel Wesker's eye on them and it was suddenly rather tense.

"Wait, what?" Claire asked, a smile on her lips at the information.

"We exchanged numbers," Chris said and Claire, holding a giggle, shrugged.

"I'll make sure to tell her, just to keep on the safe side, alright? Maybe that'll make Blondie less jealous," she added in a light whisper.

"He's just possessive. Don't mistaken it for him caring," Chris muttered back, though he was sure Wesker heard both siblings. "Speaking of, I need to know that you won't tell Jill or Sheva about this. Really, Claire, you have to trust me on this."

"Chris-" Claire said in her very best 'I-really-really-don't-know-about-this' voice.

"Claire, as your brother, you have to trust me. If I really didn't think I was safe, I wouldn't have done this."

"You can't possibly expect her to believe that," Wesker said from his side of the room and both siblings glared at him.

"Wesker-"

"I'm simply saying that you should possibly look at the situation you're in now. You hadn't even begun to consider your sister after your living proposal to me and here you are attempting to convince her that you were sure you were safe?"

Claire looked at Chris expectantly, obviously not wanting to say the words 'he has a point'.

"If he wanted me dead, I would have been a long time ago," Chris said but groaned as Wesker spoke again.

"Yes, you're right. I wouldn't have killed you when you served a purpose- but what about now?"

"How many chances have you had in the last week?" Chris shot back and Wesker smirked before leaning back against the wall.

"What was that suppose to mean?" Claire asked carefully as Chris had skipped over the fact that Wesker had been there multiple times in the previous nights and not simply to drop off the note.

Once Chris did have that explained, however, it didn't exactly make convincing Claire easier.

"She won't tell anyone," Chris said finally, walking into the bedroom that Wesker had long since escaped back into as the siblings' conversation went for several hours.

"You realize she most likely wouldn't have spoken about it even if you hadn't spent hours convincing her," Wesker spoke as he entered the room from the balcony. His gloves and jacket had been discarded and now sat in a small black pile in the corner on top of his duffle bag.

"How do you know, exactly?" Chris asked accusingly, glancing toward a clock which read, painfully, 4:30.

"She's your sister and she knows that if she said a word of this to the B.S.A.A, you would be lacking a job-"

"I sort of already am," Chris muttered but Wesker continued.

"-and you may turn into an enemy," he finished.

"Do you really think she was thinking clearly through all of her shock?"

"If your logic runs in the family, most likely not," Wesker said dryly before shedding his shirt. He tossed it onto the small pile in the corner and Chris frowned as he realized he hadn't told the blond that he could use the closet.

"You know-" he began carefully, shedding his clothing as well. "-There's enough room in the closet for your clothes. You don't need to push it all into a corner."

"I'm sure there is," Wesker muttered as Chris turned out the light and they both climbed into bed from opposite sides.

Chris hadn't said anything but he held a small grudge with the blond and it became slightly obvious when he didn't respond- Chris was trying to be nice and if Wesker could brush it off, so could Chris. The problem was, Chris didn't want to just shrug off this grudge. He wanted to keep it, hold it inside, and never let it go though he wasn't entirely sure why; perhaps he knew it was ridiculous and didn't want it out in the open? Either way, Chris would get by.

He would just have to accept that it was simply easy for Wesker to let Chris go and there was nothing he could, or would, do about it.

Chris would never bring it up.

"You should stop brooding."

Chris groaned and clawed at the pillow beneath his head.

"I'm not brooding, I'm trying to sleep. You do know what time it is, right?" Chris grumbled.

"I'm aware. This begs the question of why are you brooding?" Wesker retorted, making Chris sighed as he fought the urge to turn over dramatically; Doing so would simply make him face the blond and he didn't want to do that, even if it was in the darkness.

"I'm. Not. Brooding. Go to sleep, Wesker."

About an hour went by and neither of them had fallen asleep. Chris knew Wesker was awake because when the blond slept, there was a sort of heaviness in the air that told Chris that he was alone- and he certainly wasn't alone now. Chris assumed Wesker knew he was awake as well because, well, Wesker was Wesker.

"I hate you," Chris groaned and realized dawn was soon approaching.

"I've done absolutely nothing to warrant that-"

"Excuse me?"

"… Recently."

"I beg to differ," Chris mumbled as he buried his head deeper into his pillow. Almost another hour went by, both of them still awake before Chris groaned out in frustration and sat up, staring at Wesker beside him who was merely laying on his back with his hands folded behind his head, looking rather comfortable in the morning light. "Why can't I sleep?"

"Am I suppose to know the answer to that?" Wesker asked carefully.

Despite the cover of annoyance in the blonde's voice, Chris clearly heard exhaustion behind it and wondered vaguely if he was having the same problem.

"You seem to know everything else!" Chris exclaimed and Wesker blinked up at him as if he had just sprouted wings. Chris was not just snappy but dramatic as well, it appeared, when he went without sleep. Chris looked at Wesker apologetically and the blond sighed quietly before shifting so that he was on his left side, facing Chris.

"Lay down," He growled and Chris obeyed, though, not before giving Wesker a strange look. Chris situated himself, similarly to how he was before, and yelped when he felt Wesker's arms slithering around him.

"Wes-"

"Quiet," Wesker snapped and pulled their bodies together. He had managed to get both arms around the brunet and merely let them wrap around until his arms were comfortably confined around Chris's midsection while his back was pressed snuggly against Wesker's front.

"What makes you think this will solve anything?" Chris asked quietly though he felt his arms settling on Wesker's.

"This is what I've done the past several nights. I simply thought the familiarity of it-"

"Thank you," Chris muttered quietly.

"Of course," Chris could have dreamed it but he could have sworn he heard Wesker end with, "- Pet."

"CHRIS!" The brunet yelped and ended up falling off the edge of the bed since Wesker had released him. Chris groaned and sat up from the floor, his eyes falling on his sister standing in the doorway.

"What was the shouting for?" He asked his sister through droopy eyes as he fought to get back into bed with Wesker.

"Oh no you don't! Chris, you aren't actually serious about sleeping with him!"

"Claire, are you really doing this right now?" He asked as he settled back under the blankets, Wesker's arms instinctly going around him despite the small audience. "We didn't get to sleep until around 6," Chris explained through a yawn and had he not been already half asleep, he would have seen the horror stricken look on his sisters face.

It took several hours of constant explanation before Claire was fully convinced that Chris and Wesker had simply slept together and even Wesker, after he was done making it difficult for Chris, had begun trying to explain as well. After Chris was able to convince his sister that nothing had happened, he was able to fully get dressed before joining her in the living. It was well past noon now and, as Chris hadn't gotten called in for his job, he was tempted to go back to sleep. Wesker was fine, however, and proved to be as he vanished back into the bedroom to begin unpacking.

Chris, however, stayed in the living room with his sister.

"So, are you going to explain why he had his arms around you?"

Chris would have thought she was accusing him had it been for the grin on her face and giggle behind her voice.

"Claire, one minute you're screaming at us and the next you're being suggestive. You might want to make up your mind," Chris said as he returned from the kitchen, a sandwich on a plate in hand.

"I still haven't made up my mind about Wesker. Do you really think he's-"

"No," Chris said quickly, sitting beside her. "But he isn't going to hurt me, I know that for sure. I also know that we shouldn't trust him, at least not completely."

"That'll be easy enough," Claire muttered and Chris gave her a sad smile.

"For you."

"Oh, sorry."

"It's easy when I think about everything he's done," Chris said as he set the plate on the table in front of them. "But I don't think about it that often. I use to when I was trying to deny everything but now I don't even know what I see."

Chris wouldn't admit it but it felt utterly amazing to have someone like Claire actually aware of the situation. Out of anyone in the world, he preferred it to be Claire for two reasons; The first being Claire was the only person in the world he would even trust with an issue like this; The second reason was Claire just happen to be the only person in the world that he would ever be able to talk about his feelings to and it stemmed completely from their sibling relationship and being so close to each other. It really helped after dealing with the situation alone for so long. He wasn't alone anymore and he couldn't be happier.

"Chris, you really shouldn't get too attached."

"I know, Claire, I know. I'm not- Well, I'm trying not to, at least. I know that, at any time, he could just walk away and not come back and the next time I'd see him would involve me pointing a gun at his head," Chris muttered darkly and Claire frowned.

"If it helps, Chris, I really think he cares about you. In his own way, of course, which may or may not be a good thing but there's something there. You could see it last night and even a little today. If he was to leave, I don't think it would be because he wanted to," the redhead said with a smile and Chris smiled back though it was a little more forced than he wanted it to be.

The two had to veer off the subject minutes later as the shuffling from the bedroom ceased and Chris didn't want to risk Wesker hearing. Instead, the brunet went into further details about his first day at his job and they stayed on the subject, even as Wesker joined them lacking his jacket and gloves. His glasses were, however, back in place, to Chris's chagrin.

"So who were you partnered with last night?" Claire asked excitedly. She had gotten more relaxed, even though Wesker was skulking about in the room. She was leaned back comfortably on the couch, her feet on the coffee table and her purse out of her clutches but resting beside her on the floor. Wesker, however, went from standing in the kitchen to moving about in the living room before he, finally, took a seat in an armchair.

"Officer Coffman. She knew a little about S.T.A.R.S but obviously didn't have her facts straight and was a little-"

"She isn't so bad when you give her a chance, really. She's just serious when she's on the job and especially when she feels defensive. I'm assuming whatever you said made her feel defensive and you pissed her off," Claire concluded, leaving Chris stunned.

"I didn't say any-"

"I'm sure you didn't," Claire said sarcastically and Chris glanced at Wesker to see his lips lifting into a dark smirk.

"I commented that there was no activity and asked if it was always that slow. Was that a bad thing?"

"I told you she's defensive. It may not make sense to you but I can see how she would take something like that wrong. I'll talk to her, if you want," Claire added the ending and Chris nodded meekly.

At least he wouldn't be hated by his co-workers at his volunteer job too. One job full of people who hated him was enough.

"Well, I really should be getting back to work," Claire said, standing up. "I'll be by later tonight-" She stopped and sighed. "-Damn, no I won't. I promised to go out with Kylie. I could cancel if-"

"No, go out and have fun. I'll see you tomorrow?" Chris asked as he walked his sister past Wesker who didn't bother moving.

"Alright," Claire eyed him carefully as Chris held the door open for her and he smiled reassuringly.

She didn't look very convinced though as she walked out, leaving Chris with Wesker.

"She's rather certain you're in danger," Wesker commented as Chris returned to the sitting area.

"Claire's just a little… cautious. That's all. She knows she can't trust you so leaving me alone with you is almost literally a nightmare for her," Chris explained as he sat back down on the couch. "Now, will you take those damn things off?"

"Excuse me?" Wesker asked carefully, eyeing Chris from his throne-like position in the armchair.

Chris sighed and leaned across the gap between them, his thumb and forefinger closing around the rim of Wesker's sunglasses before sliding them carefully off his face. He folded them and set them neatly on the coffee table before sitting back comfortably on the couch, his eyes lingering on Wesker's slightly entertained face.

"Do they concern you that much?" Wesker asked, his gaze falling on the glasses discarded on the table.

"Yes," it was a quick answer and Chris simply smiled before continuing. "Have anything planned for today?" Wesker eyed him and chuckled, shaking his head.

"Not today. However, tomorrow I'm leaving for my first mission which I can tell you nothing about," Wesker spoke quickly as Chris had his mouth open, ready to ask questions.

"When will you be back?" Chris asked hesitantly and Wesker smirked again.

"Tomorrow evening. It's a simple task, really," Wesker said with a shrug.

"Simple for you or simple for anyone?"

Wesker chuckled his deep, dark chuckle before speaking.

"You would have no problem with it, Chris. Perhaps that puts it into perspective?"

"A little, not as much as I'd like," Chris shrugged and stood. "I'm taking a shower. If I don't, I'll probably pass out," Chris muttered and began towards the hallway.

"Would you like some assistance?"

Chris stopped and turned slightly, looking at Wesker who was smirking up at him. They stood silent for a while, Chris looking at him with almost a questioning look while Wesker merely smirked. Chris wasn't thinking about it or considering it, like it may have looked. In fact, he had known the answer from the moment the words registered in him; No, he was simply surprised by the offer.

"Y-Yeah, I would," Chris said slowly and Wesker stood, following the brunet down the hall.
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