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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 21:.

Future

Waking up the following morning to the loud sound of an alarm was not a very nice start to a day. What made it even worse was the lack of blond that was suppose to be beside Chris upon waking up. Sighing, the brunet sat up and looked around the dark room tiredly. He hadn't gotten much sleep throughout the night, mostly due to Wesker's absence but his still missing memory had quite a bit to do with it as well, and even now, his alarm had gone off far earlier than it should have- it was nearly five according to his phone and he was to be at the precinct at ten.

Yet, he still had no interest in sleep.

He slipped out of bed, a low stinging in his lower back telling him he probably shouldn't have run around a mall yesterday with Kylie so soon after having his first ever experience with gay sex. He frowned at the thought as Wesker's vanishing still plagued his mind- where could the blond be?

Chris was in no way worried that Wesker was hurt or possibly worse. Wesker was a God, in his own words, and could back it up in competition with any human that wasn't Chris. Sure, Chris hadn't killed him in Africa but he had been good enough to wound him so severely that Wesker had to recreate a whole new serum to keep himself alive- that certainly boosted the brunet's ego now that Wesker was no longer in mortal danger.

Chris shuffled through his house, turning on lights as he went to reassure that he didn't trip over anything in the dark. Eventually, he made it to his kitchen where he began to make a pot of coffee. He pulled himself onto the counter, sitting still rather awkwardly as the coffee maker began doing its job.

The memory from the night before haunted him in more ways than one. What more was there left to remember? What had happened after that moment that his subconscious was so eager to hide from him? Chris chuckled bitterly and realized that was a stupid question. The reason his memory was so limited was easily due to the head trauma he received from the crash but short-term memory loss just seemed too simple. While in Wesker's 'care' (much easier than saying 'prisoner'), the blond seemed to have a control on what he would remember because Wesker knew what Chris had forgotten. That made it easier for him to allow Chris to remember whatever he wished, simply by mentioning it.

If this was Chris's subconscious keeping these memories from him, then Wesker would have absolutely no control and Chris probably would still be very far behind on catching up with his lost memories.

A quiet beeping pulled Chris from his overactive thoughts and forced him to pour himself a cup of coffee, not bothering to add anything to it as he grabbed the full mug and went to sit on his couch.

Waking up to a loud ringing sound was, again, not a very good start to the day.

Chris groaned and sat up; His half empty cup of coffee sat discarded on the table in front of him and the loud ringing announced itself as the door as the doorbell sounded again. Chris sat up, looking at the time quickly before horror set in.

12:15

"Aren't you going to answer that?!" A call came from the bedroom, causing Chris to absolutely freeze.

"W-Wesker?"

The doorbell sounded again and Chris shook his head, opening it quickly to see a Kylie standing in the doorway.

"You didn't pick up the phone and now I'm using my lunch break to make sure you aren't dead because I seriously didn't expect you to be the type to- are you listening to me?" Kylie asked, eyeing the brunet who was backing away from the door to peek down the hallway.

"U-Uh yeah, Kylie. Sorry, I know I'm late. I just- W-Wesker?"

"What is it, Chris?" The blond called back, annoyance in his voice.

A loud gasping noise from behind him caused Chris to jump and spin around to see Kylie smiling and shutting the door.

"Albert is here? Can I meet him?"

"U-Uh, I really don't think now would be a-"

"Now, Chris, don't be rude. Introduce me," Wesker's voice came.

Chris turned to see Wesker standing, shirtless, in the entrance to the hallway. He wore nothing besides loose sweatpants but his hair was perfectly in place and he was even lacking his sunglasses.

"You must be Albert! I'm Kylie, a friend of Chris and Claire," she said with a smile, pushing past Chris to hold out her hand. Wesker chuckled and exchanged a look with Chris before accepting the hand though momentarily.

"I am. Chris, may I speak with you?" Chris nodded quickly before following him into the bedroom, Kylie shouting after him to hurry. The moment the two had reached their bedroom, Wesker turned only to be completely silenced by Chris's lips on his. Wesker smirked into the kiss, his hands setting on either side of Chris's hips, allowing the brunet to wrap his arms around the blond in an embrace. "I was gone for a single day, Chris. I'm a bit late due to some payment issues but it's really no need to warrant this."

"I know, I know. It's stupid and I'm pathetic. Last night I had another memory flash," Chris muttered and Wesker's smirk faded quickly.

"What haven't you remembered?"

"I really wish I could answer that."

"I suppose you'll remember in due time," Wesker answered simply causing Chris to sigh. "Now, about this Kylie woman-"

"She called you Al Whisker yesterday," Chris muttered absentmindedly as he was deathly focused on his lost memories.

"She what?"

"Come on, Chris!"

"Oh shit," Chris hissed, pulling off his shirt and rushing past Wesker to his closet. "Give me a second, Wesker won't get off of me!" He called to her desperately, shooting Wesker an apologetic look over his shoulder.

"What?" Wesker hissed from across the room.

"Now isn't the time! My job is on the line!" She called back, though a small giggle sat behind the words.

"She thinks we're normal. Shut up and go along with it," Chris muttered to Wesker as he pulled on a pair of pants while also, simultaneously, tried pulling on shoes as well.

"No, I'm going to sleep," Wesker said clearly, sitting on the bed. "I don't understand how you managed to befriend her," he muttered as he slipped underneath the comforter.

"You're just mad because she called you Al Whisker," Chris taunted as he finally managed to get himself dressed.

"A bit, yes."

"Will you be home when I get back?"

"Most likely," Wesker retorted.

"Good," was Chris's ending word as he rushed out of the room.

Chris didn't see much of Kylie the remainder of the day. With his skills, he was sent out to patrol on his own as their understaffed workforce wasn't able to provide him with a partner. He was perfectly fine with it and did as he was told despite the fact that the chief seemed unaware that he wasn't accustom to doing work like this. It was surprisingly how different police work was compared to being in S.T.A.R.S let alone the B.S.A.A.

S.T.A.R.S was based around large missions and the B.S.A.A was mostly focused around keeping the world safe so it was constant surveillance. Being a police officer is everything- upkeeping laws that Chris was vaguely familiar about and looking for things he wasn't use to looking for, everything was just different. Luckily, Chris was able to adapt quickly and he was soon ticketing someone for running a red light.

Several hours later, Chris was returning to the precinct due to being called in by radio and was soon doing paperwork beside Kylie who was unnaturally quiet.

"Everything okay?" Chris asked, stamping the chief's signature on something before setting it in a pile for him to sign officially.

"Yeah, sure. I just remembered you'll have to go back to the B.S.A.A eventually. I mean, you've only been here twice but we're already catching up on piled up paperwork. I mean, while you patrolled, half the officers were doing things that they were suppose to have done weeks ago but they had no time and it's just going to be stressful again," Kylie sighed as she stopped typing and looked at Chris who returned the look. "Plus, it's nice to have a friend here."

"I won't be going back anytime soon, you shouldn't worry too much. Besides, I'm not entirely sure I want to go back," Chris muttered with a sigh.

"Really? I thought you founded the organization."

"I did, as did Jill Valentine but Jill is losing control and everything is a mess. Nobody wants me back and after what happened- I just... I don't know. I'm losing my drive."

"To protect the world?"

"No, my drive was my friends and Claire, of course, but my friends were why I fought for the world. Without them, I have Claire by my side and now Wesker- I could do some good here, too. The B.S.A.A would be fine without me," Chris said with a shrug causing Kylie to frown.

"The B.S.A.A wouldn't even exist without you."

"But it does and now maybe I should move on. I'm not saying I've made a decision- I'm just thinking out loud. Everything will work out," Chris said with an unconvincing shrug.

"I think that's my line," Kylie said with a light chuckle.

"I think you can say it in a more convincing way," Chris muttered with a small smile.

"Everything will work out. Don't you worry, Chris," Kylie said before putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Wesker?" Chris called, walking into his apartment. He tossed his keys on the counter and looked into the hallway to see the bedroom light on. "I'm back," he called towards the light, toeing off his shoes.

"Rather late, aren't you?" Wesker's voice sounded before the blond appeared in the doorway.

"A little. I covered a few shifts so the officers could catch up on some work," Chris explained, walking towards the man.

"What's the matter?" Wesker asked, eyeing the brunet when Chris reached him.

"What do you mean?" Chris asked before Wesker crossed his arms and arched a brow.

"You're bothered with something. If you don't wish to talk about it then don't but do not try to deceive me," Wesker said as Chris stalked past him.

"I'm not lying, I just asked what you meant," Chris snorted humorously. "No, there's nothing wrong- Someone asked earlier if I planned on leaving soon but I don't know if I want to leave. What does England have that I don't have here? The B.S.A.A is doing fine without me, Claire is here, the police officers are in desperate need of help and then of course this. I just- I don't know," Chris sighed, pulling off his shirt before tossing it into the corner.

"Not to forget, you are still recovering from a concussion," Wesker added. "You really shouldn't have been moving around so much hours after awakening," he scolded.

"I shouldn't- You're the one who threw me on a car!"

"And I could have thrown that car onto you. If you ask me, I was being generous," Wesker muttered, his arms crossing indignantly over his chest.

"You are unbelievable," Chris said after a long pause.

Wesker didn't respond and simply shrugged at the look Chris was giving him. The loud ring from the phone pulled Chris from the glare and he bent over to grab the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Chris, did I wake you?" Jill's voice asked though hesitantly.

"Yes, what do you want?" Chris asked stiffly.

"I was just calling to see how you were. It's odd, Wesker just vanished and- well, we're just worried."

"We? You and Sheva?"

"The B.S.A.A. They're all worried."

"Wesker is in hiding, as he should be if he has the entire B.S.A.A and whatever organization you guys are working with now that Tricell is gone after him, so yeah they should be worried because you guys won't find him. Instead, you're wasting time trying to find him when there are bigger threats out there-" a quiet mumble from Wesker told Chris that the blond didn't agree but Chris continued. "-and just- what the hell are you calling for, Jill?"

"Do you know how difficult it is running a whole organization without you? Trying to keep an eye on everything, commanding teams and-"

"But you still don't want me back?"

"I have no choice in the matter, Chris! If I did, you never would have left!"

"Yes, I believed you needed a few days off after what you went through but sending you back to the United States was not up to me and now the B.S.A.A members seem to think we have everything under control but we don't!" Jill, at this point, sounded as if she was on the verge of tears which said something for the blond. Jill Valentine was a strong person and she was slowly being broken apart between her team and her best friend.

Chris was quiet for a few moments, both ends of the phone silent as he contemplated what he should do. He sighed, looked to Wesker who was watching him from across the room, and spoke.

"Then stop hiding everything from them," Chris said calmly despite the mixed feelings bubbling inside of him. "Tell them the truth, your opinion- Take control of them and get some sleep because from the sound of your voice you haven't slept in days."

"I haven't, really," Jill muttered.

"Then do that."

"Thanks, Chris. How is everything?"

"Difficult. I'm going back to sleep," Chris said quickly and he heard a sigh from her end.

"Good-" Chris had already hung up.

Wesker eyed him, an eyebrow raised as Chris replaced the wireless phone on the charger and glanced at the blond.

"What?" Chris snapped, standing up as he had sat when he answered the call.

"I thought you were angry at her," Wesker said simply.

"I am," Chris grumbled out.

"You counsel those you're angry with?"

"Jill is different. I thought you didn't care," Chris shot back, crossing his arms.

"Oh, don't mistake my questioning. I simply find it entertaining," Wesker shrugged and exited the room. Chris sighed and began changing into his night clothes, his head suddenly pounding with a headache.

The following days were filled with Wesker in and out of the house, Chris taking much notice despite being called to work every day. As Chris proved that he could do many of the police officers' jobs, the precinct worked him as backup to everyone else while they finished their work- something that took time but was helpful nonetheless.

Chris was able to see Claire a few times but TerraSave was busy trying to assist the B.S.A.A in tracking Wesker which told Chris that Jill had ignored most of what he had said which wasn't surprising.

"She probably looked into it as a way for me to protect you," Chris muttered towards Wesker. A week had gone by and he was sitting in the living room with his boyfriend (nope, still didn't feel right) and his sister.

"Well you are-"

"Claire, I didn't tell her that to protect him."

"Should I begin looking for another place to stay?" Wesker asked from his corner of the room that was a bit farther from the siblings, something that made Claire a bit more comfortable.

"Yes," the female redhead muttered under her breath.

"No, I was going to say I didn't tell Jill that just to protect you, Wesker. I'm not misleading her and if she was to ask anyone with any sort of knowledge of Wesker, they would tell her the same thing."

"But nobody knows Wesker like you do," Claire said with a frown.

"Jill does," Chris muttered.

"Perhaps I should leave for this conversation?"

"I don't know why you're here in the first place," Claire muttered as Wesker stood.

"I could say the same for you as this has been the first mutual work-free day for both of us and I much would have preferred it be spent in bed," Wesker said clearly, eyeing Chris who was avoiding eye contact with his sister. "Simply a suggestion, Chris."

Wesker then strode through the room and into the hallway, Claire now staring wide eyed at her brother. Chris slowly looked at her, a nervous smile implanted on his face.

"H-He's just doing it to piss you off," Chris muttered in a quiet defense.

"And. It's. Working." Claire's words were sharp and deadly as she spoke, her face reddening in anger.

"M-Maybe you should l-"

"ARE YOU REALLY GOING TO THROW ME OUT TO HAVE SEX WITH WESKER?" She snapped, standing up quickly. " I thought we were going to talk about what you were going to do when the time came for you to leave because believe it or not, Chris, it's coming up!"

"Well, we have time and this is my day off. Wesker has a long trip coming up and-"

"Chris, don't act like they're business trips. He's going on missions, most likely illegal and most likely deadly."

"You don't think I know that? It's a long step from what he was before, isn't it?" Chris asked causing Claire to roll her eyes and sigh angrily.

"You're getting too attached," she whispered. "He told you not to trust him!"

"I'm not. I know where the line is, Claire."

"There can't be a relationship without trust," Claire said quietly.

"Claire, I know. Don't worry, I'm working on it."

"Chris, look, I get that it's easier to turn your back on everything that Wesker is doing because of your anger at the B.S.A.A but don't let your guard down and don't get attached."

"I'm already attached, we've been over that, but my guard is always up."

Claire sighed and began for the front door, a frown planted on her lips as Chris slowly followed her.

"I'll be back after work tomorrow to continue this conversation," Claire muttered before leaving.

And despite his words, Chris knew she was right. Claire was always right and so was Wesker and both of them were telling him the same thing- yet he couldn't help it. He trusted Wesker, to an extent, and knew even that was bad but he was very aware of his fear of Wesker simply leaving him and that made him cling to the blond in terrible ways.

Chris was a lot more lost than he was putting on and yet again he found himself with nobody to talk to about it.
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