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𝙷𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝙸𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 - 𝙰 𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗.

You are a simple S.T.A.R.S member just trying to live your life. But your past keeps finding ways to make you scream in the dark….

(Remember that Wekser x reader requests are still open!!) ( I hope you enjoy! And if anyone gets the references made in this chapter. the first to comment it will get to have a shoutout as a background character in an upcoming chapter! - Yellow 💛🌻) (Final count- 7,018 words.)

(I'm sorry this one is small. Please forgive me!)

𝙷𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝙸𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 - 𝙰 𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗. (𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙶𝚎𝚝 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝙵𝚘𝚛.)

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🖤▪ 𝚃𝚊𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝. @bisexualforestfire (𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝!)

"Mouse, mouse. come in. Mouse"

I jumped realizing that I had been lost in thought as I quickly blinked. Look down at the radio. Crap!! Wesker had been trying to get a hold of me!

Panicked, I grabbed the radio microphone and quickly responded, "Apologies, Captain. Mouse here. I must have drifted off for a moment. No signs of unusual activity to report at the moment."

Wesker's voice came through the radio, calm but tinged with concern. "We need you alert, Mouse. We don't know what we're dealing with out there."

"Yes sir- I understand, sir." I assured him, my voice nervous with my momentary lapse in focus. I couldn't afford to let my guard down, I couldn't let my guard down with my uncle still here somewhere. I knew he wasn't going to leave anytime soon. The rain started to pour, creating a rhythmic pattern against the car's roof. The sound seemed to heighten my senses, sharpening my focus in the face of the eerie quiet that enveloped the city. Wesker went quiet for a moment before responding with a sigh.

"Redfield I requesting for you to come back so that your not alone." Wesker said. I hesitated for a moment, torn between the desire for companionship and my need to prove my capabilities as a member of S.T.A.R.S. The rain continued to pour, the droplets beating against the car's roof in a steady rhythm. I glanced out at the darkened streets, shadows shifting and lurking, reminding me of the dangers that awaited. I know that it would probably be for the best if I took Redfield's offer. I took a deep breath, weighing my options. As much as I wanted to prove myself capable, I couldn't ignore the concerns Wesker had expressed. The night was already taking on a sinister tone, and having backup would provide an extra layer of security. And it was Chris. So hopefully not so much doom and gloom. "Understood, Captain," I replied, my voice a little calmer this time. "I'll head back to the station and rendezvous with Redfield. It's better to be safe than sorry." Wesker's voice crackled through the radio, his approval evident. "Good call, Mouse. Redfield will meet you at the designated location. Stay sharp."

With the decision made, I turned the car around and headed back to the police station. The rain beat against the windshield, obscuring the streets with its relentless downpour. I couldn't help but think about Wesker's concern, and a small smile played at the corners of my lips. Perhaps it wasn't just a concern for my safety, but something more. As I parked the car in front of the station, I saw Chris Redfield waiting near the entrance. He acknowledged me with a nod as I stepped out of the vehicle, the rain soaking through my clothes. "Mouse! I heard you needed backup," Chris said, his voice calm and steady with a lighthearted smile. I rolled my eyes and smiled at him. "Pretty sure the Captain said that you asked for this?" Chris blinked before that shit-eating grin came back on him. "Ohohoh? Is that what he said?" He quickly got to the car with a then grin on his face. I raised an eyebrow as I slowly got in the passenger side.

"What's got you so smug, Redfield?" I teased, trying to hide the growing smile on my face.

"Oh, just enjoying the chance to tag along with you, Mouse," he replied with a wink. "And the fact thaaatt- Wesker asked me to do this" I turned my head as he pulled out of the gouge. "Wesker asked you to do this? But he told me-"

"But he told you what?" Chris asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he kept his gaze on the road.

I crossed my arms. "He told me that you were concerned for my safety and thought it would be best if I had some backup. He didn't mention anything about him telling you to do this."

Chris chuckled, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. "Well, let's just say I may have given him a little nudge in that direction. I was trying to get him to be the one to go with you, but the Chief came storming in and pulled him away."

My eyes widened in surprise as Chris's words sank in. Wesker hadn't mentioned anything about Chief Irons interrupting his plans. I couldn't help but feel a mix of confusion and amusement at the thought of Chris orchestrating all of this. He really was full of surprises.

"You... nudge him?" I asked, a hint of skepticism in my voice.

Chris grinned, focusing on the road. "Well, yeah. I couldn't let you go out there alone. And besides, I know about what happened at the hospital."

"At the hospital?"

He smirk.

"Right, you don't know. He probably woke up before you and moved back."

"... What? Chris, what are you talking about?"

I said as I stared over at Chris as we drove in our night petrol. "I-I was only in the hospital for overnight? Did something happen?" Chris had a large smirk on his face.

"Well, I can't check in on you. In the morning. The Captain had fallen asleep next to you holding your hand."

I rolled my eyes as I slowly stopped at a stop light. "Yeah, right "

Chris smiled and nodded before holding up a Polaroid of Wesker asleep next to me. Holding my hand, and his glasses off of his face. I blushed brightly as my eyes widened.

"W-When- how-!?"

“This? This is nothing!” Chris laughed as he drank some of his coffee. I find the situation very funny. The smile on his face was infectious yet he stopped smiling as he looked at me. I didn't know whether to glare at him or throw his drink out of the car. "You’re in love with the Captain…" My eyes widened as I didn’t know what to say or think. The blush on my face growing darker wasn't helping at all. My heart was beginning I could hear it in my ears. "I-I'm not!"

Chris smirked. "Sure ~ but you always have a blush on your face when he’s around. You always make excuses to go down to his office with whatever document you think he needs to have. You love his hair, his piercing eyes, and his deep voice-" He said with a smirk before a cut him off. "What about you and Jill huh!?" I said, calling him out on his own crush on Jill. Chris was stunned for a moment - but only for a moment. It was Chris after all. He quickly took a moment to compose himself and had that same infectious smile back on his face when he looked back at me and replied “Don’t try to change the subject. We’re talking about your obvious feelings towards the Captain. The same way I have feelings for Jill, I can’t deny it.” He smirked and looked back at the road as I drove the car through the rain. “But my feelings for Jill are irrelevant compared to you and the Captain.”

"There are no feelings for the Captain."

Chris rolled his eyes playfully. "Yeah, and the Captain wasn't the one who ordered me to go with you on the night petrol to make sure you would be okay. I think he wanted to be the one to go with you."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head as I stared out the windshield through the rain. "Sure..."

Chris chuckled away as he saw the blush on my face only getting redder.

"I think the Captain is interested. I’ve seen him checking you out too."

Chris laughed as he had a hand over his mouth - clearly trying to hide how amused he was at my flustered state as I flipped him off as the rain grew harder. “You should take this chance and ask the Captain out on a date when- the R.P.D charity ball! You can ask him to go with you-" My eyes grew wide as I quickly slammed on the bricks a bit. Fuck- I forgot that was still happening in a week. "Absolutely not." Chris giggled as he saw I was trying my hardest to stay mad. He could see right through my facade. He was going to enjoy this. “I won’t take no for an answer, missy!” Chris laughed heartily as he could tell how red my face was getting. “What’s the matter, Don’t wanna go to the ball with the Captain just the two of you?” Chris was playing along with my bluffing. He was having too much fun with this.

"It won't be just us. And while we're on it why didn't you ask Jill!" "I already did that." My eyes widen as my head whips over to him. "What!? When!" Chris smirked at my confusion as he quickly looked over "A couple of weeks ago. She said yes " Chris smirked and he turned back to glance at the rain. "Now, about you asking the captain to the dance~" I blushed brightly. "Not doing it" He was enjoying this and smirked as he stared at me from the passenger seat. "Hey, do you mind if we go past the R.P.D station? I need to grab my jacket real quick." He took this opportunity so he could go inside and tell the Captain something He had a sneaky plan in mind. I raised an eyebrow at him. "Yeah, our petrol is almost done." I said as he smirked."Thanks, Mouse!"

Chris seemed delighted that I was okay with driving past the station. He had a sneaking suspicion that Mouse would be alright with it. The thought of her being alone with the Captain, or rather getting closer to him, made Chris smirk. Once the car pulled up near the station, Chris told me he just needed to go inside to grab his jacket. I said that was fine, and told him that I was going to go park the car. I drove last the from of the R.P.D over to the was and parked the car. Pulling out my keys and stepping out of it. I locked the door before making my way inside the building. "I didn't know who to bring it up to. Just say the station and figured I would be it up here before going to drop off my kid." The voice was more of like a fancy New York accent. The man was in an expensive black suit and a black hat. A smaller man was standing next to him. Who was also in a fancy suit and hat? The taller one was carrying a sleeping girl on his back. I realized those two. My father had them work under him, along with the other two who weren't here. They were talking to Mister Larson at the front desk. Something must have happened for them to be here.

"Droog? Deuce?"

The two men turn their heads over to my voice.

"Whaa'! Little Okhotnik!! But that can't be! You were barely taller than me when we last met!"

"Tha' was years ago Deuce."

The taller one- Droog said as the sleepy girl on his back mumbled a bit in her sleep. Mister Larson blinked as he looked over at me.

"You know these men Miss?"

I smiled and nodded. "They worked for my father when I was younger," I said before looking at the girl on Droog's shoulder. "Never knew you settled down Droog."

Droog shook his head as Deuce smiled. "It's so nice to see you!! You had all of us worried after that night! Even Slick was worried!"

The small man said as Droog turned to face me fully. "We kind of all do! It's a weird story but- it happens!"

Deuce said with a big smile. I... raised an eyebrow but just slowly nodded. "Rriight... But what are you guys doing here? It's far away from your home town"

"We're meetin' up with the other two for a job."

Droog said as Mister Larson smiled and gave us some space. Droog reached into his suit and pulled out a file. "But- this is somethin' for you." I raised an eyebrow and slowly grabbed the file. It.... Had my father's name on it in Russian. "It was what he assigned us to retrieve before the fire happened."

"Yeah! He also asked us to do him a favor!"

Deuce said as he pulled out some wires out of his pockets. Droog.... Glares at him and he slowly puts the wires back into his pockets. Deuce was the... Boom expert so... Probably a good thing to not have him mess with those inside the R.P.D.

"What did he ask you guys to do?"

"Mainly to keep an eye on you. And to keep you away from your Uncle."

"Y... Yeah, about that. I kind of already ran into him. Said something about me not being able to trust my own Captain. You guys know anything about that?"

Deuce shrugged as Droog shook his head. "No clue. We've just stopped by to report somethin' before hearin' the guy says your name."

"Yeah! We were so happy to hear that you were alive. We tried finding you before the building went down but.. All we found were your parents."

My eyes widen slightly. "My mom and dad... Are they-"

"Both shot in the head."

Droog said as Deuce looked down at the floor sadly. I stared at with with a sad look in my eyes then looked at the ground as we'll. "Then my hunch was right. I know who did it."

The two stayed silent before Deuce spook up. "Want me to rough him up! I can give him the one-two! And deal him a senseless shin-drubbing with my crook of felony-"

Deuce went on and on as I slowly leaned over to Droog. "He still doesn't have that... Cane does he? The bull...."

Droog sighed heavily as he pinched the bridge of his nose. That's all the reply I needed. "Got it..." Droog looked over at Deuce before Druce realized both of us were not responding to him. Droog reached into his pocket and handed me a card with the group's numbers on it. And two red diamonds on it like a playing card.

"We'll be in town for a bit. Call if you need anythin'."

I smiled as I thought of him before giving them both a hug. Droog grew extremely stuffed as a board while Deuce smiled and warmly hugged me back.

I watched them both leave before I started up the stairs to going into the West Wing. Chris said that he was only going to be gone for a few minutes and when he returned, a grin etched its way across his face.

"You're going to the ball with the Captain!" He said the lights in the building flickered due to the storm. I stared at him in horror.

". . . . What?"

Chris laughed. As I stared at him horrified.

"I asked the Captain since you didn't want."

"Aww, don't be like that Mouse! How could you not like Captain Wesker? He's handsome, tall and very dashing in that uniform!"

I rolled my eyes as we walked. "Admit it. You'd like to hold his hand in a storm, as he kisses the rain from your face."

Chris just smiled as we both entered the empty S.T.A.R.S office.

"It's true, you're definitely attracted to the Captain."

He looked at me as I walked to my desk and smirked.

"That's why you're blushing. If you liked him, you'd probably flirt with him."

He laughed.

"It's kind of cute, Mouse."

I rolled my eyes as I grabbed my things. Not giving him a response.

Chris was still watching me from the other side of the room with a smirk on his face. I had either a pissed-off look or the ' I'm going to punch you look.'

"The truth is hard to hide." He said as he leaned on his desk a bit as I grabbed my notebook and a few other things off of mine.

He was going to continue this till the end of our shift, till we walked out the door to go home.

"So, did you drive here today?"

Chris asked as I froze for just a moment before I started to put my raincoat on. "Yeah... Sure...."

He blinked before his eyes widened slightly. "Didn't he just scold you about this a few-"

"I'm fine! I'm a big girl who can walk home by myself!"

The rain and storm outside got worse as you two were the last two in the S.T.A.R.S. So the thunder echoed around the room. We could hear the rain hitting the roof of the building. Chris came over to my desk after he finished getting ready. He placed one hand on my desk and leaned on it, and the other over his eyes pretending to look out a window.

"Hm. Yup! That's a storm!"

I glared at him as I zipped up my coat. "Thanks, Captain Obvious. Anything else I didn't know?"

He held his hand up in defense. "You're right. You're a big girl and can walk home by yourself. I just wanna help keep you safe after what happened with your uncle Mouse." He said as I glanced up at him before looking away. He's right, it was him and Wesker who were cut off from me during the missing. They both saw me injected with something. He had a right to be worried as well. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh. "No, your right... Sorry. I wasn't thinking."

Chris was starting to say it was no problem, but he had that look on his face that said I was being too hard on myself. I placed my bag over my shoulder as he walked up to me.

"Hey, don't worry about it. I understand. He said as I glanced up at him.

The thunder rumbled through the building again. "Man.. This may be the worst one yet." Chris said as he walked over to the door. Stepping out into the hallway to glanced out the window.

"Hey, Mouse! Come check this out!" Chris yelled as I set my bag back down and walked over past the S.T.A.R.S office door to see what he was looking at. The taping of the rain grew heavier as the seconds went by. The rain was coming down so heavily you could only see the lights of the cars passing by and that was mainly it.

"I wish I would have asked Wesker to drive me home in their weather," I mumbled as I crossed my arms over my chest. Chris had a fake hurt expression on his face. "Mouse! You don't trust me to drive you home! I'm a good driver?" My thumb pointed to the window.

"You? Driving in that ok? Yeah right." "I was a pilot you know! I have flown in worse!" "Wish is why I will be driving Mouse home Redfield. And not you."

A cold voice came behind us as we both jumped. "C-Captain-" I studdered.

Wesker was standing behind us with a cold look. Like we had just interrupted something important. He glanced over at Chris and then at me before speaking in a cold and stern voice.

"Why are you looking at that window? it's not gonna stop the storm."

I brushed slightly as Chriss still had his smile on his face. "Captain. Remember when you told Mouse that you wanted her to drive her car here to work every day?"

My eyes widened as my head snapped over to Chris with a smirk on his face. Giving him a 'Don't you dare' look.

Wesker would stay still for a moment to think as the rain fell harder than before

"Fine. I will drive you home this one time Mouse. Tomorrow you will be receiving a punishment for displaying orders. And you will drive yourself to work."

He stared right at me without blinking. His glasses hide any movements of his eyes

"Redfield, I will need to speak with you about something very important before we leave."

He said as he turned and walked back into the office. "Yes sir." Chris said before glancing over to me as he called in after Wesker. Leaving me alone in the hallway.

Thankfully I wasn't left waiting til long. Both Chris and Wemse came out of the office soon. Chris smiled as he handed me my things. "Here you go Mouse." "Thanks." I said as I reached out and took my things from him. Glancing over at Wekse truth a light blush in my face. "Ready to go sir..." Chris smirked. "Have fun driving Mouse back home sir!" He said with a chuckle as he walked away from the two of us.

Wesker would notice the blush but wouldn’t comment on it. He would just stay quiet to himself.

Wesker would give Chris a cold glare as his face remained straight and still hiding his intentions and emotions as he watched Chris walk away. Wesker’s voice would remain stern and cold.

"Come now, we need to hurry the rain is getting worse we can talk on the way." He said as he would walk with me over to the main hall. I nodded as I tried to keep up with him over to the main hallway.

"If you don't mind sir... What are you still doing here." He didn't turn his head to look at me as I asked. He simply moved his hand behind his back as we walked.

"I had a meeting with the Cheif."

"This late?"

Mister Larson did say something about the chief setting meetings at unreasonable times. As we walled, the halls that were normally full of commotion were silent. "This is getting old Mouse." He would say in a stern voice but without any anger as it sounded a lot more like care than anything else. I glanced down to the ground. "Sorry sir..."

He said nothing as he gazes stayed ahead if us. "How have you been feeling? What happened in petrol tonight."

"It went fine sir."

He would pause and stop walking for a moment as he heard my response. He would keep looking forward with his stern and cold face and glasses, still hiding his eyes as he spoke.

"Now I need to talk to you about something."

He would then start walking again. "Um- yes sir?" I asked as we made our way to the front doors of the RPD. "What Is it?"

Wesker would walk a little further before stopping and turning around to face Me. His face was still cold and not showing any signs of emotion.

"My words on what I'm about to say to you is that this stays between us, Mouse."

He would then take off his black sunglasses revealing his ice blue eyes filled with a cold and stern look in his eyes a stare not of kindness. Wesker’s voice would remain stern and cold.

"We need to have a talk about who your partners are for tonight."

"Tonight?"

I asked confused as I looked up at him. "I can take care of myself sir. If this is about how my Uncle attacked me I-"

No that’s not why I want to talk about that.

*Wesker’s voice would remain stern and cold as he glanced over at me. The rain starting to fall harder.

"It’s about who you got for your assignment tonight."

His eyes are cold and it would seem that his words are not meant to come out as rude. But they still do sound that way a little.

"I’ll be your partner for your assignment tomorrow."

Wesker’s voice would now sound stern and cold but just a tad bit more friendly and soft. Wesker would turn around without waiting for me to respond.

"The rains getting worse. We should go before we're stuck here."

He would start to walk again his glasses still hiding his eyes.

My eyes widened as I quickly went after him as he made his way to his personal car. "But- Sir- I'm meant to be pared up with Berry tomorrow? Why would you want to take over for him?' I yelled as the rain almost drowned out my voice.

"I know mouse."

He would continue walking to a black SUV that looked like a police car. The rain dripped off of his sunglasses.

"That was my plan originally to have Berry be your partner."

He moved to unlock the door and open the passenger side of the car.

"Hurry and get in the rain is getting worse as we speak."

I nodded my head as I carefully got into the car. Wesker walked around the car as the rain poured down harder and harder and the thunder and lightning flashed more and more. He would climb into the driver's seat, close the door, and look over at me.

"Get your seatbelt on, now."

I nodded as I pulled the seatbelt over myself. Looking back over at him. "I didn't expect it to come down this bad..."

"Neither did I. I didn’t even think we would get more rain today."

He would turn the key in the ignition making the car start as he turned back to face forward.

"We need to hurry to get out of here.'

He would then put the car into drive as it slowly started moving and the rain continued pouring.

"It wouldn’t be the first time that has happened so I am fine with that."

They would both remain silent for a moment as Wesker would just watch the road not saying anything.

"Mouse may I ask you something?"

"Is there something going on with Chris that you know about?"

Wesker’s voice would remain stern and cold. My eyes widen as a blush grew on my face. He would look right over at me for a moment as if waiting for my answer.

I looked confused. "No sir?"

"Really nothing at all?"

Wesker’s voice would remain stern and cold. He looked right at me as he spoke.

"... Captain sir.. Are you jealous?"

"Jealous?"

Wesker’s voice would drop a little in pitch for a moment as he spoke.

"Jealous of what exactly?"

He would look right at me as he spoke and asked.

"... Of Chris... He... Did say that you fell asleep on me at the hospital."

Wesker’s eyes would remain cold and stern. I felt a shiver running down my back as I looked away from him. The rain grew louder as he slowly drove to my house. At this rate, some of the streets will be flooded till the morning. "No, I would never be jealous of him." He seemed to be thinking of something now as he stared out into the windshield of the car. He took a moment before speaking again.

"Chris has some bad qualities. He’s always had an issue with being late."

He then took a moment to turn his head back to me still staring right at myself.

"He’s also very immature sometimes."

He would say these things in a blunt manner.

"... Sir. You sound... Jealous."

"I am not Jealous."

His face would become even more stern as he spoke in a more serious and calm tone. He then turned his head back to drive the car again.

"There is nothing that I am jealous of him for." "No... Not jealous of him... jealous that he spent the night petrol with me instead of you..."

"Really mouse?"

Wesker’s voice seemed a little surprised and he stopped driving for a moment as he looked over at me. He was not mad or angry at me though his voice did seem a tad bit surprised. He then started to speak again but this time his voice seemed a little softer and more curious

"Jealous? Of spending time with you?"

He would continue to drive as he spoke still staring right at me.

"I mean, you were going to spend the petrol with me and then the chief came in."

It seemed he was beginning to see where I were heading with this.

"Well... Chris spend it with me instead of you."

Wesker stayed silent for a moment as he thought about what I was trying to say.

"You think I wanted to spend some time with you?"

Wesker’s voice would stay curious still wondering what I was trying to get at with all of this. I blushed and looked away. "N-no sir..."

"No, I see now."

He would be quiet again as he would look at the road and as his eyes scanned the surroundings.

"Are you perhaps blushing right now?"

He would turn his entire head towards me as it almost seemed he was trying to see if I was really blushing. My whole body froze as I quickly looked away. "N-no sir..."

"Are you sure Mouse? Your voice sounded just a bit high-pitched for a moment." His expression stayed curious and his eyes looked right over at me, almost as if he was trying to check if I was really blushing or not. I faced fully away from him and looked away from him. "Are you certain you are not blushing right now?." Wesker would still sound curious as I keep looking away from him. "Yes sir..."

The rain was getting worse the streets started to get flooded a little. He turned into the road leading to my apartment building.

"Mouse, I do believe you blushing. You seemed to answer back rather quickly."

"N-no, I just answered your question sir."

Wesker’s voice would get a little more curious and soft in a caring way. I glared at him from the corner of my eye before he pulled into a parking spot. The either was getting worse as the winds grew. There was no way I could let him drive back to his home in the either. This storm was getting worse. He stayed silent as he turned off the car and pulled the keys out. Wesker then got out of the car and got his umbrella out from the back of the car in order to stay dry and not completely wet as he walked towards the passenger side of the car. He opened the door as I slowly stepped out. He held it above our heads as he started to make his way to my apartment's front door. The rain dropped hard on all the buildings and the wind started to get faster. I glanced around as the rain fell down on us before looking up at Wesker.

"I stand corrected."

He then saw a sign near the elevator that said maintenance service down due to damage caused by the storm as he let out another sigh. I looked over at what he was looking at and read the sign. "I suppose you are correct." He said as I turned my head to look back at him. Water dropped off of the pieces of his hair that fell in front of his face. "The storm is getting worse, I hope you don’t mind if I take refuge in your apartment. He then looks back at the entrance door and looks at me. I blushed as I tried my best to not think about the fact that the Captain was about to spend the night in my apartment." A serious expression appears on his face. "Not a word of this to anyone."

He said as he turned and walked over to the stairs. "Y-yes sir-" I said quickly as I rushed after him. Climbing up the stairs with him. The thunder rumbled through the building as the light shined on us for a brief moment as we walked. We got to the second floor as we made our way to my door. Wesker would look back at me as I opened the apartment door and let him inside. Wesker took his shoes off and put his umbrella against the wall. He moved the fallen bits of hair

"Mouse, do you have a fresh set of clothes for me to change into? I don't want to be soaking wet while in your apartment." "Y-yeah. I have some larger clo..." I slowly paused as I saw him roll back his solders, letting his wet coat roll off of him. Reveling his blue shirt wet underneath it. Clinging to his skin he took a deep breath in. Setting his wet coat over a chair. All around him the shirt tightly cling to his skin. "I'll- go get you the clothing." I mumbled quickly as I rushed through the living room and over to my bedroom, quickly shutting the door behind me. As he waited for the dry clothing, his phone started to ring. He answers it after he takes out his phone glaring slightly at it before he answers it. "Hello." His voice sounds a bit annoyed.

"Albert, where are you? You never came back to the lab?" Willaim's voice came through the phone.

Wesker would stand up and walk over to the couch and look around the apartment as he heard William asking for him. He wasn't able to get a good look at what was around here the last time he was here.

"I am at Mouse's apartment. I have to spend the night here thanks to the storm."

Wesker heard the sound of papers rustling in the background of the phone.

"I know, I had to leave to make sure Sherry got home safely earlier. I never made it back to the lab."

William said as Wesker started to look at the photos in frames Mouse had on the wall.

"But- you're at the one who's immune to the Brass gas? You seem to be getting awfully close to her."

William teased softly as Wesker let out a small huff in annoyance.

"What did the blood samples tell you." Wesker asked William.

William sighs softly."Nothing yet. I was able to find a gene that is present in both the t and the Golgatha virus strains in her. I have yet to find a proper conclusion, however."

Wesker picked up an old photo with Mouse as a young child. Sitting in her mother's lap as her father stood next to her. Wesker took his glasses off as he stared at the man in the photo.

"But- I did find something odd." William began.

"Her DNA matches a woman by the name of Salko Olena Okhotnik. It's clear that someone tried to hide it. But her is almost the exact same as hers. Too much for a mother-daughter DNA."

"William, did you ever hear of a doctor known as Docter Rolf Buchtel."

"Rolf Buchtel? The name sounds familiar. He was the man that made the Pesimis Disease right?"

"Yes."

Wesker said as he slowly set the photo back down on the end table.

"He was a doctor that lived in Russia that Umbrella tried to hire. But he refused each time, rumor had it that his mansion was burned down to the ground. Along with his notes and research."

"Where are you going with this Albert?"

William asked.

"I believe he did have a wife and child did he not?" Wesker said as he glanced over to Mouse's door.

"Yes, he had a wife and child, I believe the wife passed away when the child was young though. Are you suggesting that we're supposed to believe that this Docter Rolf Buchtel, whom Umbrella tried to hire and failed. Had a child who has the exact same DNA as her mother? But with no direct link to either mother or father?"

Wesker took a few steps around the room. "It could have been an affair, but that wouldn't explain the odd similarities to DNA between the supposed mother and the daughter." William went on.

"You said in her gene there are presents of both the t and the Golgatha virus strains in her." Wesker asked.

"Yes, you heard that correctly."

William pauses briefly, thinking about how that could even be possible. "This case is getting crazier by the minute." William mumbled.

"Are there any other virus strains present in her." Wesker said as he unbuttoned a few of the buttons on his wet shirt. "No, none that I have detected."

William pauses as he thought.

"It appears as if her entire genetic code has been heavily manipulated, I am amazed that she is even alive."

William pauses again "What am I saying she is alive with no negative side effects. This could be the key to advancing our research."

Wesker pauses, glancing over to Mouse's door, which was shut. This was curious, Wesker could hear faint sounds coming from them.

"I won't be able to find out more till I can get back to my la-"

William's voice was cut off as Wesker could hear him move away from the phone.

"Dad... I-I can't sleep." Wesker could barely hear Sherry's voice coming through the phone. He heard William turn his chair a bit to face his daughter.

"Is the storm keeping you awake Sherry?"

"Yeah.." Her voice could be softly heard.

"Give Daddy a few more minutes and I'll come tuck you in again. Daddy just had to call Uncle Al to make sure he was ok."

"Okay... H-hi Uncle Al."

The smallest smile appeared on Wesker's face as he closed his eyes.

"Hello Sherry, I won't keep you father for long. I'm sure your mother is already upset about him staying up this late."

He could tell that William sent him a small glare through the phone. William sighs softly, still on the phone with Wesker as Sherry looks over at him. "I'll send you what I found out tomorrow Albert." Wesker nods as puts his sunglasses back on his face.

"I assume you already know not to tell a soul about this."

"I know Albert." William huffed.

"Okay... Well, goodnight Uncle Al." He heard Sherry said. William sighed softly "Yes... Goodnight Albert."

"Dad, could you tuck me in like before please?" Sherry asked.

"Of course sweetheart... Good night again, Albert " William said as Wesker nods. "Good night William, Sherry."

He said before he heard William hang up the phone.

"Sorry to keep you waiting sir!"

I said as I quickly brought him a fresh change of clothing.

"Thank you, Mouse."

Wesker said as he took the clothing from my hands.

"Y-you can change in the bathroom sir."

I mumbled as I stepped aside so Wesker could walk past me. He nodded as I took one last glance at the wet shirt sticking to him.

I blushed nervously as he stopped just in front of the bathroom door. Wesker chuckles softly. "I promise I’ll close the door as I change so you don’t have to worry about being embarrassed." He said as he opened the bathroom door.

"I'll only be a moment or a couple of minutes so I can change out of my soaking wet clothes. As well as drying myself off." I blushed as I nodded my head as he entered the bathroom.

Wesker entered the bathroom and started to change into the clothes. He dried himself using the bathroom towel to get rid of all the excess water on him and he then finally stepped out of the bathroom wearing his fresh black clothes. He put his black sunglasses back on, but his hair was still wet and dripping a little bit as he turned the handle of the bathroom door he looked over at me.

Wesker looked at Mouse "Yu don't happen to have a hair dryer in your apartment do you Mouse?" I nervously smiled as I nodded my head. "Yeah, but it broke a few days ago... Sorry sir."

Wesker waved his hand. "It's fine Mouse. I'll let it air dry." He said as he moved the few stubborn bangs back in place. "Sorry sir..."

He shook his head "It's fine Mouse. I understand." After he was done moving his bangs back into place he looked around for the second time. He turned to face me as he took his sunglasses off.

"You know. I have been wondering. Why was the nickname Mouse given to you? Is there a story about how you got the nickname?" He glanced down at me as he sat down on the couch. "It's what my old teammates would call me. I was the shortest in the group and could sneak into places easily, hence the nickname Mouse."

Wesker nodded his head "Ah that makes sense. Very creative and your old teammates huh" Wesker took his time to think about his next question. He decided to change the topic to her old teammates. He wanted to know more about them. Even though from the Umbrella report, he knew what happened to them.

"So who were these teammates who came up with the nickname Mouse for you? If you don't mind my asking."

I took my jacket off as I went to hang it out for another chair like Wesker had done. "I was assigned to a team tasked with dealing with the situation that happened overseas. There were 7 of us." I said before I let out a yawn. I grabbed some pillows and blankets for Wesker to use. "Would you like to use my b-bed or the couch?"

"The couch is fine, I don't think you're ready for a man in your own bed yet Mouse."

Wesker said with a slight smirk. I could feel my face turn bright red as he took the items from my hands as he stands up.

"Was... Was that a joke sir?'

He hummed as he placed the pillow and blankets down on the couch. Glancing around before walking over to the kitchen/dining room to turn off the living room lights.

"I... Don't believe I ever heard you try to tell a joke before sir..."

"You still haven't Mouse."

He said before turning the lights off.

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Hidden Immunity Chapter 4

You are a simple S.T.A.R.S member just trying to live your life. But your past keeps finding ways to make you scream in the dark….

(Sorry for this chapter taking a bit longer again! Wekser x reader requests are still open!!) ( WARNING!!! this chapter does contain lime that goes into a lemon, do not read if you are not over 18. This is your warning - Yellow 💛🌻) (Final count- 6,072 words.)

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Wesker came out of his office a few times before he left for his meeting with the chief. It was still early so people wouldn't start coming in till after Wesker got back from the meeting. I made my way over to the item storage to grab a few files. I walked back over to my desk. I sat down as I heard the office door open and Barry walking in.

"Good morning Barry."

I said as I glanced over to him as I held some files in my hands, Barry grumbled as he rubbed the back of his neck tiredly. He lifted up his head and waved at me. He held a wet umbrella in one hand and started to take off his coat with the other. Barry shifts normally didn't start till later on, he was one of the last one to clock in for work. It was a bit odd but maybe he just picked up some extra hours.

"Morning (Y/n)."

He said through another yawn, setting the umbrella down on his desk and laying his coat over his chair. "Early morning?"

"Yeah, it's one of my kid's birthdays today. So I wanted to get off early to help finish things up for her party."

I smiled and nod my head at him. "Is there anything I could do to help?" He shook his head no. "My wife has it mostly done already. Your welcome to come over if you want?"

I smiled and nod. "Sure! You guys live by that old book store right?" He nods. "Yeah, but if I may request something." I raised and eyebrow as I watched him walk over to me. "Sure, what is it?" "Please, use your car for ones."

I let out nervous laugh as I close my eyes and looked up at him. "What are you talking about I- totally used my card to get here today!"

Barry gave me an amused look. "You do know that I arrive at the same time you and Captain did right? I saw you guys pulled in and walked in together. I was still in my car because I'd spit my coffee in my chair and was cleaning it up." I stared up at him blanking a few times.

"Were you the- only one who saw us walking together?" He humped, having a light smile on his face "Well, I saw you, Mr Larson saw you, and I'm pretty sure a few of the more early birds saw you too but besides that. No one else in S.T.A.R.S saw you two."

I let a sigh as I gently lowered my head and rest my forehead against a desk look. "I didn't even ask him to drive me there today! I left early to walk to go get the donuts and coffee and as I was at the restaurant I saw his car pull up! I don't even know how he found me?" "Maybe it's because it's the same donut shop we all go to to get the donuts and coffee. And maybe it also had something to do with the fact that practically everyone here knew that you were not going to drive for some reason today." My eyes shifted over to look up at him. "Look, it's not my fault I don't like driving in the rain! I'm much more comfortable and used to driving in the snow. I'm not exactly from a spot where we get lots of rain!" "Well, a poor decision to move to Raccoon City, because it never stops raining here!" Barry had a soft smile on his face As I slowly sat back up. "Well, I can't exactly say that. Before my wife and I married. I tried convincing her to move somewhere warmer. But she was born and raised here. And that's where she wants to spend her days." I smiled up at him as he smiled talking about his wife.

"By the way, how is driving in the snow easier than the rain?" "Well, surprisingly once you've been put in Minnesota for a couple of years. You get used to driving in it." He seemed to shiver at the mention of the states. "I have family up there I know how bad the roads can get. Doesn't help when people up their drive like there's no ice or snow on the ground." I smirked slightly up at him. "Not a big fan of snow?"

"Rain, I can tolerate. Constantly shoveling out my driveway. Then going home from work to come back with it completely filled again? Not so much. At least I can pay the girls to shovel it out." I as I was slightly happy to live in an apartment building where I didn't have to do that. "Speaking of the girls. What should I get them?" "Well, the birthday girl loves horror novels for some reason. If you can find one for kids that'd be great." I nod in my head as I turn to boot up my computer. "It's a good thing you live next to an old bookstore. What about the other one?"

"Get her any kind of new music and she will love you." I smiled as the computer turned on and I grabbed a folder to get ready for the workday to begin. "Books and music, shouldn't be too hard."

Berry chuckled as he puts his hands into his pockets as he looked at me. "By the way. I should tell you that everyone here bet on who would pick you up today." I turned to my chair and looked up at him before rolling my eyes. "What is it with everyone here and making bets?" He shrugged. "Not too sure, it was mainly the younger ones that did. I just sat back and watched." I pushed my chair back to face my computer and sighed. "Who won?" "Jill and Rebecca." I turned my chair back again to look at him. "Jill and Rebecca?" "Yeah, Rebecca convinced her to bet on the captain." Of course, it was Rebecca, why was I not surprised? As Barry and I continue to talk Joseph walked in waving his hand before shaking his head like a puppy to get the water off his head. He pushed back the wet red bandana over his head and smiled at us. "Hey! You two were here early!" "It was my turn to get the food so I had to get here early." He blanked before looking over at Barry quickly.

"Who did it."

"Captain."

"Agh!!"

He let out an annoyed sound as he threw his hands in the air. "That's the last time I agree with Redfieldon bets!"

Barry smiled as I just looked confused over at Joseph. "Who did Chris say would get me?"

"We bet on Jill."

"Jills off today."

Barry said blankly as Joseph looked annoyed. "Wha-she is?!"

"Why do you think she and the people who actually read the schedule laughed when you two agreed on her?"

"Really?!"

"Even Richard didn;t have the heart to tell you two."

I couldn't help but laugh two of them talked. Joseph pinched the bridge between his eyes as he slowly stumbled back to his desk and sat down in his chair. "Stupid Chris not reading the schedule.." "You didn't read the schedule either!" I said as Barry and I both smiled. "Maybe next time do that before making bets on who's going to be here the next day!" Barry tagged in with a chuckle. "Yeah, yeah! You two don't need to rub it in anymore!!"

Our Smiles only grew wider. "Oh- just wait till Forest gets here! He's neeevveerr going to let you hear the end of this!" "Agh!! I don't want to think about what the "perfectionist" is going to say!"

Kenneth and Rebecca both entered the room at the same time. They were talking about medical stuff as Joseph turned his head to see who entered the room. Kenneth smiled at us as Joseph leaned back into his chair more. Pushing his bandana over his eyes and placing his arms behind his head. A grumpy look on his face. Kenneth glanced over and chuckled as Rebecca walked over and sat down by me. Barry walked away and stated to talk to Kenneth as Rebecca smiled at me.

"Sooo?"

"So?"

I asked as I looked over at her. Joseph let out an annoyed sound as Rebecca turned her head to glance at him before smiling victoriously.

"That's why you should have read the schedule Joseph!~"

She sang as Joseph lifted up the red bandana slightly to glare at her before moving it back to cover his eyes.

She's stuck out her tongue at him before turning back in her chair to look over at me. I let out a smile and laugh. "What is it with you guys and just constantly making bets around here?"

"It's fun seeing the boys make stupid bets."

She said in a slightly sarcastic tone as I close my eyes and smiled. "But you guys never do it when I'm here! I can't just keep hearing stories when the boys make stupid decisions! It's more fun seeing them make the stupid decisions!"

"We can hear you!"

Joseph shot from his desk as Rebecca and I let out a laugh. Enrico walked in and immediately scolded Joseph for yelling complaining that half the building could hear him or at least anyone in the hallway passing by. Joseph immediately stops slouching and pushes the bandana back up quickly sitting back up in his chair. The others members of S.T.A.R.S were starting to arrive in the office slowly. Rebecca and I smiled at each other before we both started to get to work. The captain was supposed to give us a debriefing on an upcoming mission later on today and we both wanted to get some work done before that happened. o I started to get to work on some old logs I still needed to get done and turn in as Enrico walked up to my desk from his worn and let out a soft cough. I looked up at him and tilt in my head to be confused as he had a folder in his hand and handed it to me. "I heard you're an expert in sloppy handwriting translations?"

I let out a soft laugh as I took the folder and open it up. "I'm assuming this is meant to be Edward's reports from your guys's last mission?" "That's what it's supposed to be." I nodded and close the folder, setting it on my desk. "Let me finish a few of my reports and I can see how much of it I can translate. He nodded. "Appreciate it." I smiled, Rebecca paused at her writing as she reached over and grabbed the folder, opening it. "I wonder who has the worst handwriting? Chris, Edward, or Brad?"

The three of us were silent for a moment before a simultaneously- five out of the six people in the room at the same time said, Chris. Kenneth just let out a hum and keep to himself and the medical files.

"I don't know how you do it. English is your second language, you think it'd be harder to translate this stuff?" Rebecca said as she closed the folder and placed it back on my desk as Enrico walked away back to his own desk and sat back down. "It was at first. But I've just grown used to it. Somehow?"

It went silent for a bit as we got back to work I heard Kenneth asking Barry about his kid's birthday. I smiled as he both talked about their kids proudly.. It must be nice, having parents to celebrate your birthday with. Not like mine were around anymore. The only family I have left is my uncle.

I haven't seen him in a long time. Not like it's a good thing to see him. It normally meant that something bad was about to happen. People can tell we're related by our hair color. But people tend to stay away from big tall angry Russian. The last time I saw him was on the night of-

"(L/N)."

I blinked as I was scared out of it with Wesker standing in front of me. I looked around to see others started to clock in. Wesley stood in front of my desk with a folder in hand.

"Um, isn't that. . . Chris's?"

"I needed this retyped asap."

He said as he placed the folder down beside me before walking off. I looked confused as I picked up the folder and opened it. What was with me and translating bad handwrit-

Holy crap.

How did Chris's handwriting somehow get even worse than before? And I thought the last few reports were bad. This is- this is just chicken scratches!? It's no wonder why Wekser handed it off to me. He normally hates it when I do other reports and stuff. But in this situation, I guess you have to understand what you're reading. It would make sense to just read Jill's copy for the reports but he probably needs both copies for some reason. Eventually, All of the S.T.A.R.S members arrived and started to work. I started to get to work on translating Chris's latest reports. A bit later Brad walked up to grab some coffee and donuts when he stopped and stared at it like it grew arms. Chris's desk was nearby as he looked up from his own work and raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong Brad? You look like you just seen a ghost."

"Did did anyone take Captain's donut?"

"What? No. Why?"

"Because it's not there."

Chris blanked, his face looking more confused as he slowly stood up.

"What do you mean it's not there!?"

"I mean it's not there! It's not in the box!"

"What do you mean it's not in the box?! Of course it's in the box!"

"No!! Seriously! Look it's not here!"

A few of the other members perked their heads up at the conversation. Rebecca's eyes widen as she nudged me with her elbow. I flinched slightly at her nudging me and looked over at her confused before she pointed to the box of donuts. I turned my head to look over to see Chris and Brad looking confused at the box before they argued back and forth.

"Dude this isn't funny-"

"-what do you mean this isn't funny?! you think I did this!"

"How else will the donut not be there?!"

"I don't know what do you think- I magically planned to throw away the donut secretly to win the bet!"

"Well, it's not there!"

I got up from my desk and walked over to the two arguing with my hands in my pockets. "What's going on?" I asked as I looked over at the box before stopping in my tracks. Blinked a few times. Rubs my eyes. And blinked again.

". . . . The captain's donuts gone."

"The one you got him is gone!"

"We all put his donut in the same spot and it's gone!"

I said as Chris and Brad quickly looked over at me.

"No fucking way. . ."

Brad mumbled before Chris facepalm and let out a cry.

"Ahhh!! Man! I never gonna win any of these bets am I?!"

Some of the others just focused on their work as people slowly walked over to put their money in the jar as Rebecca walked around with it before placing it on my desk. I smiled nervously before holding my hands out.

"H-hold on now, we don't know if he was the one who took it."

Brad raised an eyebrow as he put his hands on his hips.

"What? We just look through his trash to find out?"

I gave him a side-eye. "You think he would let any of us do that?" He shrugged before he walked back to his desk. Chris turned to face me and pat my shoulder. "Well, if it does turn out to be true- congrats!"

I looked up at him before closing my eyes and smiling. "Too soon to celebrate Chris." I mumbled as he just pat my shoulder again. "Hey! You could have won! Think about it! Bragging rights!"

"Bragging right about having the captain eat the donut I got for him…?"

He smiled sheepishly as he nod. "Yeah- something like that!" I rolled my eyes and smiled. "Go back to work, Redfield. Actually wait- no- Go back to working on penmanship and making it readable." He looks slightly offended "Hey! My penmanship is readable!" "Yeah, for a chicken."

"Oh come on! Don't talk about Brad's handwriting like that."

""Hey!!" Brad shouted annoyed crossed the room before Enrico shhed him. Chris and I looked over at Brad. "Don't suppose you would be volunteering to look to see if the captain ate the donut?" "I don't have a death wish-wait!! Maybe you can do it! He won't kill you!" "And why would he not kill me?"

Bard shrugs. "Seems like you more- or. Tolerate you more than the rest of us?"

"Right, and this had nothing to do with you being the chicken of the team?"

Chris added as Brad glared over at him as he walked back to his own desk. Brad yelled at him as I made my way back to my own desk to work on finishing translating Chris's report to bring back to the captain. I was honestly surprised that he had to come out of his office he had to tell us all to be quiet. Maybe he was listening in? Who knows. I got both of the captain's paperwork translated and printed them out before I Enrico's back to him first before going over and knocking on the captain's door. I didn't hear a response right away before I heard a muffled. "Come in." Before nothing else was said. I opened the door and walked into the office before closing it behind me Wesker was hanging up a phone before he turned his head to look at me it was hard to tell exactly where he was looking with the sunglasses on. I walked over to his desk and placed the folder on it. "I had the papers redone that you requested of me, sir." The folder had both the original version and then the version I translated in it. Wesker didn't say anything as he leaned forward and grabbed the folder before opening it up and flipping the original paper over and started reading the translated one. I shifted around slightly as I waited for him to dismiss me. My eyes looked around the room before I remember what happened earlier and silently glanced down at his trash before quickly looking back up. Like I was about to be caught doing something I wasn't meant to do. There was a wrapper for the donuts and the trash. The captain actually took the donut and ate it.

I quickly looked down at my feet as my mind wandered. I actually won the bet. That was definitely something I didn't expect to happen today. I always thought someone like Jill would end up winning. At least with the money I can buy some more ammo for target practice, or other things. I thought of what other stuff I could use the money for before the snap of Wesker's fingers brought me back. I flinched as my eyes quickly looked back at him. Crap- how long was I staring at him.

"Were you listening to a word I said (L/N)."

He asked harshly, a slightly annoyed tone could be heard in his voice. I nervously looked at him. "Sorry, sir. . . I was. . . Wasn't paying attention, sir."

"I noticed."

He said coldly as he closed the folder and placed it on his desk.

"Am I to expect that you didn't hear my question as well, (L/N)."

"N-no sir. . ."

I mumbled as my eyes shifted to my feet. I heard him lean slightly forward in his chair, placing his elbows on his desk and resting his chin on his hands.

"I expect such nonsense from Redfield or Vickers (L/N). Am I clear."

"Y-yes sir."

He leaned back and folded his hands into his lap. Staring at me from behind his glasses.

"Do tell me what was so… Distracting to you, (L/N)."

"It was nothing sir- It won't happen again sir."

"Be sure that it doesn't. Or you will be punished next time. Is that understood (L/N)."

My brain immediately thought of the worst thing as I quickly close my eyes and shook my head slightly to get the…. ' Punishment ' thought out of my head. My face heating up a bit.

"Yes sir. Understood sir."

He passed for a moment watching me before he left his hands up and dismissed me. I quickly turn and left the room shutting the door behind me quickly as I felt my face growing redder as my brain decided to feel my head more of punishment ideas that I should not be thinking of at work. Or doing at all with my Captain. I slowly walked over to my desk as Rebecca looked over at me. "Are you okay? Your face is red?"

"Yeah! yeahyeah I'm fine. I'm fine. It's just hot in here."

She didn't seem convinced but she let it go. "So? Did you win?"

Oh yeah. People were going to ask about that. I didn't know exactly what to say so I slowly nod my head. "Yeah- I, surprisingly saw the wrapper in his trash with no donut in it."

Rebecca grinned as I heard other people in the room sigh. She got up and with a skip and her step, walked over the grab the jar of money and placed it back on my desk. "We have a winner, guys!~" She said proudly as she pointed to me. I shook my head and smiled as I heard some congratulate me and some just glade the dumb bet was over before looking down at my desk. I couldn't help but notice a red origami bird poking its head out from one of my desk drawers. I froze in my step, like a child knowing they were about to be caught doing something they weren't supposed to. Or a deer froze in headlights. I looked around nervously, seeing if anyone was watching me. To the normal eye, it was just an origami bird, but to me. I knew that it meant trouble. Trouble for me from my uncle. One of the few blood relatives I have left alive. But he would only contact me if I was in terrible danger. And for him to contact me out of the blue like this well, it wasn't adding up to just be a simple hello no, no. This was a courtesy call from him. He knew I walked away from both my mother and my others side of the family. Knew I wanted nothing to do with the "Family job". And he agreed to only contact if needed.

So slowly, I reached out and pulled the drawer out just enough to free the bird before moving a few of my books to my desk to hide them from view. Unfolding it slowly, it only had a few words written on it- but even so, those words sent a cold chill down my spine. As if I had just received a death threat or blackmail. This was much worse.

Не доверяй Вескеру. Which translated to, don't trust Wesker.

I stare down at the red piece of paper and confusion. I didn't talk to my uncle anything about my life now. I didn't even contact him. There was absolutely no way he knew I was working in the police force or at S.T.A.R.S. There was no way that Wesker was ba! The captain is a good person. He stood to the chief for me when he first had me for the interview. He saved my life and other S.T.A.R.S members lives on missions. He's a good leader! He's not someone to just not trust for no reason? I crumpled up the red piece of paper angrily before tossing it back into the bottom drawer of my desk and closing it shut. Thankfully Rebecca seemed too busy with her work to notice. I felt sick, I felt as if my stomach was trying to claw itself out of me. A sinking feeling filled me up like I was about to be scolded by my father. My vision started to shake, I remembered the last time I spoke to my father. It wasn't a good memory. It ended up with my uncle saving me from a burning building with no survivors but me. And me with a permanent scar on my upper arm of a bite mark. The night kept replaying in my mind constantly on a loop. As if I was reliving it over, and over, and over again. Blood. Blood, blood, blood, blood. So much blood. Screaming voices, crying voices, dead voices. The way the flame seems to engage the building, the way the flames seem to melt the flesh off of the dead bones. My mother desperately tried to pull me to safety. My dress got caught in some of the debris on the floor. I heard so much screaming. I hear so much screaming. It sounds so fresh in my mind- as if it just happened. My heart raced my heart beat in my ears. Blocking out any sounds of any of my concerned coworkers. My vision was shaky, and my breath quickened. I couldn't concentrate. I couldn't concentrate on anything else. As if the memory was consuming me entirely. It was a long before I started seeing black and I passed out. Somehow that didn't stop the memory from playing on a loop. It haunted me into my dreams.

💛🌻-

I don't know how long I was out for. I almost expected to wake up in bed, hoping the whole thing was a dream. But instead of a comfy bed, I felt as if I was lying down on a hard surface as my eyes slowly open. Everywhere around me was still blurry as I blinked a few times. Moving my hands to rub my eyes before I slowly open them again… Huh, that's odd. My bedroom looks like the captain's office.

𝚆𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝙸'𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗'𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚔-

I quickly scrambled to sit up. Apparently, there was a jacket on me keeping me warm that fell off of me and onto the floor when I did that. Oh, 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 that was the captain's jacket- I turned around and looked at the Captain's chairs expecting him to be sitting there staring at me only to find it empty his office door was open slightly. I heard voices outside of it. Sounded like the captain was talking to Rebecca and Kenneth.

"We're still not sure what triggered it, sir."

"She was just sitting next to me working and the next thing I know- she collapses."

I slowly managed to get off of the captain's desk and pick up his jacket that was on the ground. Walking over to his coat hanger and hanging it back up before listening in.

"No one saw anything that could have triggered it?"

"No sir we were all working."

I tried my best without being seen to lean in to hear more when the door suddenly was pushed open. I stumbled back and fell to the ground before Wesker's shadow loomed over me. Wesker was looking down at me as Rebecca and Kenneth looked over his shoulder.

"(Y/N) you're awake!"

Rebecca said as I slowly pushed myself up off the floor. Wesker never took his eyes off of me. "How are you feeling? what happened!?" Rebecca asked if she frantically pushed him aside and started looking me over. Kenneth stood next to Wesker who still hadn't taken his eyes off of me. "I'm okay! Really! I just took a little nap."

"A little nap- (Y/N) you passed out!? You fell out of your chair and hit the floor!"

"I'm a… Heavy sleeper?"

No one in the room believes me. Rebecca grew more worried. Kenneth raises an eyebrow….. And Wesker… Never took his eyes off of me. Not for a single moment. Rebecca puffed her cheeks out slightly before she put her hands on her hips. "I'm forcing you to stay home for a few days." "Wha- No Rebecca I'm fine! It was just a small nap!" "Collapsing onto the floor and hitting your head is not a small nap." Kenneth added as Wesker was silent. He finally said something as everyone looked over at him.

"(Y/N). You are being ordered to stay at your house for the next 3 to 4 days. Resting."

"S-sir honestly! I-I'm fine- it was just-"

"-𝐈𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫."

It was almost as if the air in the room grew cold. His voice is cold as ice that shivers down my spine and body as I stared up at him. Almost as if he was talking to me only in his office. Using a voice that should have been used only when you were alone with him. Almost as if Kenneth and Rebecca weren't in there and his mind. But just him and me. Rebecca opened her mouth to say something but Kenneth gently grabbed her hand and let her out of the office. Closing the door behind him. Leaving me and the captain truly alone now. I stared up at him as he slowly approached me. The sound of his footsteps walking toward me filled the room as I walked back. Stopping with my back hit his desk

"I thought I ordered you. The last time we were like this. To rest. Is that not what happened."

He said coldly as my body shivered. He walked up to me placing both of his arms on his desk and pinning me to the middle. Leaning slightly closer to me. To the point where I can see his eyes through the dark reflection of his glasses. He was staring directly into mine not looking anywhere else but at me. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He slowly pulled his arms off his desk and leaned back. Taking a step back and reaching over the grab his coat that I hung back up.

"Grab your things. We're leaving."

He said slowly as I quickly nod my head. Looked at the ground as I made my way out of his office and to my desk, grabbing my things. He exited his office right after me with his coat on and keys in hand as he locked his office doors. Saying nothing at all. I didn't say anything as I quickly walked up to him as he walked out of the S.T.A.R.S office, with me quickly following behind him. Everything seemed like a blur as we walked down the hallway. Towards the end of the hall where I normally would go down the steps to sign out. He strongly grabbed my hand and took me away from the steps and took me to the parking garage, not letting me go sign out. And not saying a single word at all. My face immediately grew red as he pulled me to his car forcefully. I'd never seen him like this. No one has seen him like this and I just don't know 𝚠𝚑𝚢 I'm seeing him like this. Don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining. This was definitely something but still, he walked over to my side of the car and open the door for me. I slowly got in and sat down. Buckling up as he closed the door behind me, walked over back to his side of the car, and got in closing the door. It was silent. He didn't even turn on the car radio after he turned the car on. He immediately put the car in reverse and looked back as he was pulling the car out of the parking lot.

I blanked in the next thing I knew he put the car parked by some buildings. I looked around confused before I turned my head about to ask him what was going on when I was silenced by him kissing me. My whole body jumped my mouth opened up in surprise as I felt him shoving his tongue forcefully into my mouth. I only could let out muffle sounds as he leaned in more. Kissing me deeper as he moved to place one hand on the glass window, and another lifting up my chin. Letting out a deep growl as a hungry kiss me. I didn't know what was going on I felt my eyes flutter closed as I started kissing him back. His tongue was hungry pushing against mine. fighting for dominance in my mouth. He moved his hands, but he didn't take his mouth off of mine as he started undoing the buttons on his jacket before taking it off, rolling the jacket off of his shoulders. He started to immediately unbutton his work shirt quickly as he pulled his lips off of mine for a second. A heavy strand of saliva connecting both of our lips dangled off for a moment before he quickly moved back in and kiss me again. My eyes immediately closed again as we made out. His hands now move to my own shirt and start to unbutton it. Getting the buttons undone and rolling it off of my shoulders. His hands slowly made their way behind my back to my bra strap. Snapping it before pulling my bra off of me. He broke the kiss and started kissing my jaw, then my lower ear, and all over my neck. Kissing, sucking, biting it. killing and nibbling all around my neck before moving right next to my jawline on my neck and biting down hard. I felt some blood roll down my next as he broke skin. He was sticking on it, biting it, nibbling on it. Eating the spot before he slowly pulled back. His warm breath on my neck drove me crazy. I was panting as I felt one of his hands slowly move lower to my crotch, starting to rub over my clothing. I leaned my head back and moaned into his neck. Barring my face into his neck as he moved his fing-

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐄𝐄𝐄𝐄𝐄𝐄𝐄𝐏!!!!

My eyes widen as my body jumps to the sound of a car horn beeping loudly. I quickly set up and looked around. I was in Wesker's car. Fully dress as Wesker was driving. Also fully dressed and currently beeping the car horn loudly as the car in front of us was apparently not paying attention and almost hit us. One of his arms was reached out in front of me keeping me from slamming my head into the dash. I blinked as I felt my heart racing in my throat, my face quickly grew red. Was all that a fucking dream? 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 what my brain decides to dream about after having a panic attack. My captain fucking me and his car!? Wesker snarled, grumbling something directed to the driver of the car that almost hit us with a glare on his face. I blinked as I looked over at him as he slowly pulled his arm back from in front of me and place it back on the steering wheel. He didn't look over me as he started driving again. I slowly moved back into the seat as I turned my head and looked at my feet. I don't know how much that was a dream. Or if the whole thing was a dream. It didn't feel like a dream, to begin with, but I thought about it and it was probably… A dream the whole time. Which means he carried me all the way to his car and was now driving me back to my apartment. That thought did not help my face from turning even redder.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈…"

I flinch when I heard him finally speak. That familiar ice tone for my dream come back. It made my body shiver.

"𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. (𝐘/𝐍)."

𝘒𝘺𝘳𝘪𝘦, 𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴 𝘒𝘺𝘳𝘪𝘦, 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯

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