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Title: Code: Project AURORA chapter 9
Author: Judyku A03, DeadlyFriend FFnet/Sunnyjude LJ
Summary: Smart viruses are a helluva thing.
Genre: Drama, horror, romance, smut, and humour.
Pairings: Claire/Leon, Chris/Jill, with implications of others.
Rating: NC21. Explicit sex in later chapters. Bad, bad language. Scenes of explicit violence and gore.
Warnings: Character death. Implied alcohol abuse. Implied child abuse. Cannibalism.
Original Characters: Lakshan Bhandari, a 33-year-old genius who works at Johns Hopkins, a biomedical engineer with a background in virology and Infectious Diseases. Creator of the C-Veronica Zero smart virus. Tyrannos, a T-103 Tyrant programmed to be Claire's bodyguard.

Evidently, So.
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Six hours.

That was how long she could now go without food before her brain functionality was reduced to the bare minimum. Apparently, all she had done was repeat her own name over and over.

Which meant for the last hour, Jill and Lakshan took turns at pouring sips of soup down her throat. Now it was her brother’s shift it seemed and there weren’t words to cover how embarrassing it felt to have people feed her. Especially her big brother.

Though it could be worse, she supposed. It could be Leon in here. Which would never happen because she would rather jump out a window than have him see her in such a vulnerable state. Not when he’d only ever seen her fit and healthy.

“C’mon, Claire…” Her brother tried, but she ignored him in favour of another attempt at feeding herself.
Claire tried to stop her hands from shaking as she ate, but it was no use. She’d gone too long without food and it was clear that whatever happened earlier had left her high and dry. Now here she was, shaking and shivering and unable to hold the spoon enough in order to eat her damn soup.

“Just let me help.” Her brother sighed, obviously frustrated.

“I’m not an invalid. I can eat it myself.” She went to prove it and lifted her spoon again. Her fingers thrummed numbly around the handle as her arms quivered from the shoulder down. Liquid splashed over the lap tray and on her face before the spoon fully slipped out her hand.

Frustration came out on a quiet scream made coarse from the lack of food over seven hours.

“Don’t be so stubborn.” Chris half growled in frustration

Claire groaned as her head fell back against the headboard and she surrendered to yet another new fact of her life. Hunger now came with involuntary shaking and an inability to eat because her extremities were number.

“Alright, alright.” She grouched and glanced at her brother. “One choo choo out of you, Bart, and your ass is grass.”

Her brother mocked a quiver of fear. “Ooh, the nickname. I’m shaking in my socks.”

“That was instant karma, you know. Lakshan and I yarking on you two?” She couldn’t help the snort of laughter at that, only to have the image of so much vomit creep up from nowhere. Her cheeks ballooned and deflated as the memory came and went.

Chris smirked and jabbed out a gesture with her spoon. “And so was that.”
“ And so was that.” Claire mimicked him, her middle finger held up for a shaky bird flip. She dropped her hands back down and sighed, her mouth dutifully opened for the millionth spoonful of soup. It was a tasty soup, full of beef and vegetables and just the right amount of season, but so much liquid food began to have an impact in the form of muscle cramp.

Chris paused. “You okay? You need me to drag the doc in here?”

Pained stomach muscles loosened after a moment and she blew out an exhausted breath. “No, no. I’m fine, really. Just a little cramp is all. Kinda hungry if you missed the memo.”
Her brother raised the spoon a second time. “It won’t be long now.”

Claire nodded before she swallowed her soup a second time, then tried once more she tried to keep her arms still only to fail miserably. The more she shook, the more ravenous she got, the more obvious it became that she wasn’t wholly human anymore.

“Something you want to tell me, Lisa?” Chris offered another spoonful of the soup she was slowly starting to despise.

She swallowed with a cringe. No more soup after this. Ever. “Lisa, huh? I’m literally shaking in my socks.”

“I kinda know already, you know? About you.” Her brother stirred the liquid evil and the screeched of metal on ceramic just freaking grated over her damn nerves.

Claire’s jaw slightly dropped as she stared him, half pissed and half relieved. Still, it was a pretty mean thing to do. Just drop it on her that he already knew. What a total douche thing to do and to his own sister no less.

“Why do you always do this? Why do you have to, like, steal my thunder? I have something big to say and here comes Chris. Duh duh duh I know everything duh duh duh. God!” She petulantly threw herself back against the headboard and sulked.

“So tell me, then!” Chris openly glared.

“I can’t now because you’ve ruined it.”

“I’ve ruined it?” The spoon jabbed sharply off her mouth.

“You are soooo cruisin’ for a bruisin’.” Claire gave her most annoying smile ever. The one she had saved for just the right time. She leaned forward to make it extra special. “And I can do that now. I could totes kick your ass.”

“You actually think you can kick my ass. You? Hehhehheh! ” Her brother gave her such a look of pure condescension that she would have knocked him clean out if she wasn’t shaking like a leaf on crack.

She arched a single eyebrow and met her brother’s gaze dead on. “I don’t think, I know. And here’s somethin’ else. I could probably kick Wesker’s ass, too. You can’t do that. Heh. Heh. Heh.”

“Is that right?”

Claire poked her brother’s chest with a shaky finger. “I’m a Tyrant now. I mean, it’s not a big deal or anything. I’m still, you know, me and everything. So yeah. Your ass? Would be grass.”

She sat back, smug and victorious as Chris met her gaze and she waited for his outburst, for his oh fuck moment. Only she waited. Then waited some more.

Impatience prickled at the nape of her neck and her toes wiggled under the luxuriously cotton sheets as she attempted to hide just how irritated she was with her brother. Whether he would admit to it or not, he had completely ruined her bomb drop.

“Yeah. I know.” He said and he resumed the task of helping her to eat.

“What the… Hey!” Claire screeched, so very insulted that he could brush her off like it was nothing. “How?”

Chris stared at her for a moment before a loud gruff chortle came out rougher than sandpaper. “I love you. You’re my sister. Of course I love you, but really? You were witnessed ordering half the menu at a Kum and Go…”

“Well, maybe I was just hungry!” She exclaimed wide mouth and wider-eyed.

Her brother rolled his eyes. The spoon put into the bowl so he could tick off his fingers one by one. “You were in an Umbrella lab for ten weeks. The tree roots came at us defensively. Your hair was shoulder length when I saw you last. Your hair is now at your elbows.”

“What?”

That couldn’t be right.

Claire quickly combed her fingers through her hair watched the red waves tumble down in a ragged mess to damn near her elbows. She straightened it as much as possible. Just to see how much the curl shortened the length, but it wasn’t as much as she thought.

“This can’t be right.” She stared down at the strands now held between her fingers. “Lakshan. One of his order was to put me on two cycles of aggressive chemo…”

“Chemo- Chemotherapy?” Chris lost every ounce of good humour and enjoyment he got out of her sulk. Anger swirled in those dark blue eyes, mom’ s eyes, and she watched it grow and spread and turn his body to stone.

Claire grasped onto his arm, the muscle tense under her trembling palm. “Don’t blame Lakshan, Chris. He did the best he could. I swear he did. You don’t know what he risked to do what he did. What he’s lost. What families the world over have lost in his breakthrough for Alzheimer’s. Chris, please.”

The warm feel of his strong hand over hers threatened to bring tears to her eyes as he patted out comfort. “I know, Clairepto. I know we haven’t had time to talk this mess through. Don’t worry, m'kay? We Redfields are made of some good shit. We’ll make this look easy.”

She had never understood how he could manage to make her laugh even through her tears and she probably never would. Not that it mattered. “You’re the best, you know that?”

“Damn straight.” He grinned and suddenly things weren’t so bad anymore.

Claire hugged her hero’s arm quickly and tightly, breathed in the familiar scent of her brother, of family, and committed it to memory. Confidence came hot on its heels and she pulled back to beam up at him, her lower pout bitten by blunt teeth as she took a deep breath.

“I-I think I want to tell them, Chris. In fact, I’d like to tell my friends. My family.” A mischievous smile played at her lips.

Chris looked at her in total disgust. “So, you’re just gonna tell ‘em without even making a play on it? Do I even know you?”

She studied her brother cooly, calmly even as wicked delight sparked through her veins. “What did you have in mind?”

He glanced over his shoulder to check nobody could hear and turned back to her, his voice lowered. “We do this? We do it my way.”

A smile broke out over her face and she clapped excitedly. “I’m listening…”

“Okay, this is our play…”

xxxx

Locate Claire in Colorado.

Let Redfield and Valentine hold the assholes down.

Burton would clear the house.

Agent Kennedy would rescue the fair maiden…

Then Agent Kennedy would stand and watch while Claire remodelled a few faces with her fist.

Agent Kennedy would then escort Claire to the van, smother her with puns and charm until she was okay again. Redfield and Burton partake in some tough ass interrogating before Agent Kennedy got to do some interrogating of his own.
And he had plans for that, too. All good plans. Plans that wouldn’t even bruise for chrissakes. He’d be a good boy and hold off on the brutality until the asswipe said something that wasn’t too nice, then he would beat the fucking shit out of them.

It was fairly standard as far as missions went and just like every standard mission he went on, it all turned to jizz.
They found Claire easy enough.

Hungover in a log cabin worth over a mill and with her was some kind of genius doctor called Lakshan Bhandari PhfuckingD.

Alcohol, cosy log cabin, hot Indian doctor guy with designer stubble and a healthy trust fund? Yeah, she’d been in real danger alright. Of sexy Indian doctor’s bedside manner. “My patient has had a severe drop in blood sugar. She needs some food.” Since when did blood sugar drops need shoulder touching? Please. He just wants to get in her panties.

It was enough to make him sick.
Didn’t any of them give a damn that the guy worked for Umbrella? The same Umbrella that turned people into zombies and fucking unbeatable Tyrants?
Cos from where he sat, in a corner of the sofa with a cooling cup of coffee in his hands, that was pretty much all it took to get into Chris Redfield’s Circle of Trust.
Some ass hat learned Claire’s routine. Learned it well enough to hit her when she would be most distracted, most vulnerable. Unarmed, listening to loud rock on her stone-age stereo. Focused on that damn bike of hers.
Shit like that took months, not days or weeks. Months.
Somebody had their eye on her for a good three to four months before shit ever hit the fan, so yeah. Whoever put a target on Claire’s back went to a helluva lot of effort to make it happen and that doctor, that Lakshan Bhandari, knew something. Maybe not everything, which was fair he supposed, but the guy sure as shit knew more than he let on.
They should have charged the doctor by now with kidnapping, bioterrorism, going against the Hippocratic Oath to do no harm, but what were they doing instead? Entertaining the doctor with stories about Claire’s childhood.
He wondered if anyone remembered earlier. When they were all attacked by tree roots and Valentine got her leg cut up?
Umbrella virologist in close quarters to killer plants?
Don’t need to be genius to work that one out, but hey. Let’s all shake hands and make promises to start a Secret Santa. Hello, unconscious girl in the bedroom. Anybody remember when she got kidnapped?
Leon took a gulp of coffee as he offhandedly listened to the stories go round, with juicy pearls of hilarity offered from Barry and Jill to their new buddy, Lakshan Bhandari.
“Hey, doc?” He mapped out the route in his head and clamped both hands on the wheel in order to control the direction of the conversation. “How’s about you regale us with the tale of your dramatic escape?”

The doctor blinked at the sudden change in subject. “There’s not much to tell in truth, Agent Kennedy. I set fire to my laboratory and the fire alarm went off. We pretty much walked right out of the front door during the chaos. A friend of mine bought us some extra time. Fred his name is. Claire met him.”

Fred, huh?
“Sounds like a swell guy. Cheers to Fred and his extra time.” Leon raised his coffee in a toast. “Intel says you’ve been there for, what, almost two years. Why didn’t you set fire to your lab before your escape?”

“Quite simple, innit?” PeehD shrugged as though hanging out in a hub for bioterrorists was an everyday occurrence. “You don’t know the morals of anyone but yourself. I… Got wind Matiass already had a non-dominant T-Veronica virus taken from the only person rumoured to gain control over it before death, I couldn’t stand idly by. So I stayed, made friends, I greased some palms. Put myself into the position that gave me full control over the T-Veronica virus before its use.”

Contempt rolled through the agent. If there was one thing Leon hated, it was arrogance. “So your moral compass is better than the others?”

“We all like to think so, don’t we, Agent Kennedy?” The doctor gave a bitter smile. “I’m not proud of the actions I had to take. I know I have bad karma coming my way. I started out with two choices and my actions, as disgusting as they sound, created a third option. I took the third option which was to stay and oversee the AURORA project from start to finish.”

“The AURORA project?” Barry half chuckled. “What? Was this Matiass trying to create his own Disney princess?”

PeehD’s smile turned quirky. “More a countess than a princess. People will always agree with you if they think they came up with it.”

Barry huffed out a deep laugh. “Ain’t that the truth.”

“Wesker…”

Leon glanced at Jill, who was clearly onto something. “You got something?”

The brunette tapped her lower lip with her thumb for a moment before she spoke. “Possibly. I need some info from Chris and Claire before I join the dots. Do you have anything we can use, doctor? Cold, hard proof that we can take to the BSAA and get the ball rolling on bringing some justice for once?”

PeehD beamed away any and all traces of bitter guilt. “Now that, Miss Valentine? That I bloody do. Bank accounts with sort codes, plus several financial transactions that involve the sale of two viruses. Including the original T-Veronica virus.”

“Well, shit.” Barry slapped his thighs. “Then you got names.”

“Yes. Buyers, sellers, middlemen who run between buyers and militia.” The doctor stopped as though hesitant to say more about what he had.

“You’re among friends, doc.” Barry encouraged.

“It’s not useable in court since it was illegally gained, but…” PisshD shifted. “Well, I hacked, didn’t I? To find out what some of those millions went on? Land grabs in rural Asia known for resources such as raw metals and ore, arms, diamonds.”

Jill scrubbed at her tired face as bitterness fell from her tongue. “That’s what it’s about, isn’t it? Greener pastures. People making money from raping other people of their humanity. Maybe Claire and Bec have the right of it. Hit the fuckers in their pockets. Lower the value of human existence to where it’s just not worth a fuckin’ dime.”

“That’s the problem, ain’t it?” Barry shook his head and looked at them all. “They don’t see folk as anything but an asset. Somethin’ to be used as and when.”

PisshD nodded. “Pretty much. The bigger the sample size, the more variety of mutations, the more a virus is worth to buyers and sellers.”

Jill gawked. “Mutations like zombie, licker, tyrant… You’re saying a virus is no longer worth as much if all it does is create zombies. But that same virus increases in value if it makes people mutate into different creatures?”

“That’s precisely what I’m saying. And a new m...Claire! I’ll go pour you a coffee, mate.” Pissface had stones enough to hug her on the way to the kitchen.

Leon watched him go before he set his eyes on his very favourite person in the fucking world. When she wasn’t skipping out on him, of course, but whatever. That was in the past and she was here now and looked…
Like hell. All wrapped up warm in two blankets, yet he could her shivering under them both. Her creamed skin looked half ghostly in contrast to the rich mahogany hair the fell down over her shoulders to skim her elbows.

“Damn, girl.” She better sit down before she fell down and he made just enough room for her to sit next to him. “You look like shit.”
Claire snorted as she curled up in a corner of the sofa, dainty fingers clutched the blankets tight around her. “I can always rely on you for a bite of reality. Thanks.”

“Any time, Kid.” Leon slapped his thigh and made a point to give his best smile at Redfield as he loudly dumped his firm ass less than an inch away from his girl.

That’s right, folks. Claire and Leon. Suck it up.

Chris rolled his eyes and perched on the sofa arm.

“What are we talking about?” Claire nosed. “Cos I thought I heard the word Tyrant ...”

Leon shrugged, then grinned as he stretched his arm over her shoulders just so and holy shit. Her entire body shook from head to toe in a way that made the freaking sofa vibrate in response. “Bhandari’s evidence and how Tilly an’ me are gonna wipe every fuckin’ Tyrant off the planet cos the only good Tyrant is a dead Tyrant. Pew pew pew.” Leon made a gun out of fingers and thumb and closed one eye as he played pretend.

Heh heh heh.

“And the people who make all those millions selling these viruses? The ones doc has on record?” Chris stared at him, eyes that were ice cold and diamond hard. “Are you going to kill every single one those, as well?”

Leon glanced between the siblings and wondered if they were bluffing in order to protect Bhandari for some reason. “You’ve seen it? The evidence?”

“I have.” Claire’s voice came out almost too soft to hear at first, then grew stronger when her brother gave her shoulder a squeeze. “I have seen it. Some of it, at least.”

He stopped, his gaze fully on her pale face as it dawned on him that Bhandari’s elusive evidence was here, inside the very cabin. All those names, bank account details, expenditures… The whole damn lot of it was right under his damn nose.

And Claire says she’s seen those names. Shit.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Leon sat upright as disbelief came on a tapestry of emotions that were all held together by the dull thread of apprehension. “You have that evidence right here. In this cabin. Evidence that I could take directly to the fucking president tonight. Evidence that could get a lot of those fucking viruses out of enemy hands. And you use it as a bargaining chip.”

“Leon…”

He ignored Claire as she tried to get his attention. She clearly suffered from Stockholm or some shit like that to be so protective of Bhandari. Fuck, but he was livid.

Leon took several very deep, very even breaths that did nothing to control the fury that now burned through his veins at a mile per minute. “You probably got a ton of demands for that shit, right? Hell, I know I would. What are they, huh?”

“Leon! Leon, stop.”

He looked at her then as she sat, huddled and shaking and so damn pale, that his anger eased just enough. “He gave you chemo, Claire. He hurt you.”

“He had no choice, don’t you get that?” She argued right back. “Have you even asked him what it was like for him there or have you just been trying to pick a fight?”

“He’s been trying to pick a fight,” Jill stated from across the room.

“You’re not a dumbass, Kennedy.” Chris clearly saw it was his turn now. “You know what Kuru is, right? The bacteria that comes from cannibalism. His human boss is eating people.”

Leon sucked in a breath sharp enough to stab his lungs with a level of shock that threatened to knock him clean on his ass. That word, Kuru, rang his ears over and over, but he couldn’t wrap his head around what that meant. Not until Claire’s pale face eased once more into his line of sight and then it hit him with the force of a ten-ton Tyrant.

He watched her watch him, those eyes of hers so damn disappointed in him, and he knew he’d let her down in a way that would take a long time to make right.

“He didn’t… You weren’t…” Christ, but he couldn’t even think about her being subjected to that.

Claire’s anger softened just enough to give him some relief. She slowly stood with the help of her brother. “No. Lakshan got me out before Matiass could make an eternal meal out of me. That was his plan, Leon. Infect me with enough stem cells so my tissue would repair and regenerate. You work it out since you’re such a hotshot special agent and all.”

A loud knock on the door put an end to the discussion and Leon blinked out of his zone and watched as everyone stood, their hands in their pockets. A bunch of fifty buck notes went into the pot until at least two-fifty bucks were exchanged for an amount of food that was just obscene.

Leon watched bags get passed between the former STARS team and the doctor, who now looked like a coronary waiting to happen. Shit, shit, and double shit.

“I’d like to eat in the garage, Lakshan.” Claire gestured to the staircase a few feet away.

“Claire…”

She stopped and for a minute, Leon’s hopes shot out of his fucking ass. “When sticks are thrown, the dog who yelps is the one that got hit. You might wanna read into that.”
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