Okay so this is my first story for Resident Evil. This will be a Wesker/Claire story and it will be post Resident Evil 5. I mean Albert Wesker dead? Really Capcom? Anyways I don't own any of this obviously, but here's the first chapter. Enjoy. Also big thanks to Maurelle for offering to be my beta and helping me edit this chapter some more.

Claire Redfield was surprised she actually enjoyed working for Terra Save. Sure, it generally involved cleaning up messes her brother had made with the BSAA, but, still, she liked being able to help people.

It was a good compromise because it meant she was able to still help people who were affected by bio-terrorism, but she was also for the most part out of trouble-which made her brother happy. He worried far too much about her, after all. Terra Save had set up camp just south of the major infection site, the BSAA having cleared out most of the area so they were most likely not in any immediate danger. That still didn't mean the occasional incident didn't happen of course; there had been a BOW that had done some damage on the north end of the camp, but the BSAA had taken care of it and were bringing down reinforcements in case something else were to happen.

She knew Chris wouldn't be part of the reinforcements as he and Jill were headed stateside for some well deserved time off. He had called her via satellite phone to check in a few weeks ago. Apparently his partner, a woman named Sheva, and her boyfriend Josh were most likely going to be heading over to the Terra Save camp.

"Claire, I need your help with something," called her friend Sarah, who was sticking her head out of the medical tent. In the BOW attack last week some of the members of the medical staff had been injured leaving them shorthanded, and people, like Claire, who usually just handed out food and water had to lend a hand sometimes.

"Put some pressure on that," said Sarah pointing to a cloth that was covered in blood and some kind of black oil like substance. She did as she was told and pushed down on the cloth in an attempt to stop the bleeding on the rather deep gash on the man's chest.

"What the hell is this black stuff?" asked Claire looking over at Sarah who was busy treating some burns on the man's arms. The burns looked rather serious and the moment she was removing dead skin from the scorched area.

"I have no fucking idea. All I know is some volcanologist found him by a volcano and that he's a John Doe, not that it really matters 'cause if I don't do something soon he's just gonna be dead."

"You'd better hope not-dead things don't always stay dead around me," Claire said with a bitter laugh.

"Maybe that's exactly why I called you over here; you're going to know what to do if the shit hits the fan."She said with a laugh. Sarah knew that Claire had been through a lot of zombie related incidents. Claire was just glad that she was comfortable enough with it now to joke about it.

Claire took a moment to look over at the face of John Doe and regretted it rather quickly. To Claire, John Doe was no John Doe, he had a name-and it was one she associated with just about everything that had ever gone wrong in her life. After all, Albert Wesker had haunted her and her brother for years. Chris had told her he was finally gone and, yet, here he was. Like a cockroach you just could not seem to make him stay dead. It was strange seeing him like this-beaten and bleeding.

"Claire!" Sarah said jarring her from her thoughts.

"What?" She said tearing her eyes away from the patient and looking over at Sarah.

"You looked like you were miles away and I need you paying attention," Sarah said before turning her attention to the wound Claire had just been working on. Wesker let out a pained yell as his body writhed in some kind of weird seizure.

"Shit, he's going into some kind of shock! Help me hold him down," said Sarah as Claire once again did as she was told. Once it subsided the two women let go. Sarah went to check his eyes showing one to Claire "And look at this, it happens after the seizure and then it goes back to normal in about a minute or two." To Claire, however, the red eyes were normal not the strange blue grey that appeared after a minute.

"I think I can handle it from here. This guy just might pull through yet. 'Cause I'm such a damn good doctor," her friend said with a confident smile that Claire would not share with her. Part of her almost wished Sarah would fail at her task. She, however, could not even begin to think of what to say to her friend about it.

Sarah looked at her with concern and said "Are you sure you're okay? You seem kinda out of it."

"Just have a lot on my mind," she said but what she was actually thinking was something along the lines of: you're having me help the sociopath who has made my life a living hell and at any moment he could wake up and decided to kill us all.

"Well, I'm all done here. I'm going to go and call HQ to give them our status. He's been slipping in and out of consciousness so, just hold his hand or something if he wakes up let him know he's gonna be okay." Sarah said before heading outside of the tent-leaving Claire alone with Wesker.

"Hell must be freezing over right now," Claire mumbled herself as she did what Sarah instructed. She had half a mind to just sit there willing him to die so that she would not have to deal with whatever happened when he woke up. Sarah had worked so hard to save him and she realized Sarah would think something was wrong if she didn't try and comfort him. Claire, after all, could not think of an easy way to tell her friend she had just labored away saving the life of their generation's Adolf Hitler.

Actually, Albert Wesker was probably worse than Hitler, Claire reasoned. After all, Hitler was a vegetarian painter so at least he had a side hobby besides fucking over the world-and, yet, she couldn't help almost feeling sorry for him in the state he was currently in.

The anger she had felt when she first laid eyes on him lying in the hospital tent had subsided for the most part because unlike the man laying in the bed she did not find joy in watching someone suffer; even if that someone was someone who had made her suffer.

He stirred slightly, and when he opened his eyes for a brief second she was expecting to see the usual angry red orbs-instead, she was met with sharp blue grey before they closed once again.

"Um…it's going to be okay," she said still holding his hand and looking at him with an almost look of concern. She was concerned that he might die only because she was worried he might mutant into something, and in the small space they were currently occupying she that would be very problematic. She noticed his brow furrowed slightly at her words before losing consciousness once again.

"Yes, I'm equally confused as to why I'm doing this," she said with a sigh to the unconscious man.

That night Claire couldn't sleep for the obvious reason: that her family's worst enemy was but five tents away from her slipping in and out of consciousness. She looked up at the green canvas that was the roof of her tent as though willing it to give her answers. She had thought about calling Chris, but she did not know all the details of what had happened in Africa. All she knew was that he and Jill had been through a lot recently. She had a feeling Sheva, his partner, might know what to do, but, until she arrived in a few days, Claire was stuck with the task of trying to figure out a course of action.

One thing was for certain: she wasn't going to let him escape. If anything she would find a way to keep him in the camp until the BSAA arrived. She finally managed to get about an hour of sleep before she was woken up by Sarah calling her back over to the med tent to help some of the other patients.

She was glad for the distraction and most of her morning was spent just focusing on the various tasks that Sarah gave her. By afternoon, however, she once again had to face Wesker.

"They're getting worse." said Sarah after the two women let go of the man who moments before had been hit with another violent seizure. "I'm beginning to think they might be some kind of withdrawal symptom of something. They found those nearby where they found him." Sarah said, nodding her head towards a metal tray. Claire looked over at the tray and noticed it had a few syringes with hypodermic needles. Some of them had a liquid substance in them and others were empty.

"I'd be careful with those-they look too medical for a run of the mill drug addict," said Claire not even wanting to contemplate what sort of sinister virus could be in those syringes.

"Yeah, it's weird, though, isn't it?" said Sarah who was also staring at the syringes. Claire, however, was more focused on the strange hissing noise she had begun to hear; she turned to face the source of the noise and noticed black snakelike tentacles crawling along Wesker's arms and torso. Claire realized they were coming from all of the wounds that Sarah had spent hours stitching up the day before.

"God damnit! That's Uroboros!" Sarah said. However, before she could react any further, a series of the tentacles swiftly knocked her to the ground. Claire, however, who was used to this sort of thing ducked so as not to meet a similar fate. She was starting to think she really should just carry weapons with her at all times. The tentacles that had shot out at her after missing their intended target grabbed at the syringes and other sharp utensils that were on the nearby table.

"Go get help!" She yelled to Sarah, who had been thrown closer to the entryway of the tent. She winced in pain as one of the sharp objects that had been grabbed by the mass of tentacles sliced into her arm. She quickly dodged the second attack as Sarah hobbled out of the tent leaving her alone to fight off the BOW. She desperately scanned the room for any kind of object she could use as a weapon and opted for the metal tray. She used it as a shield to fight off the attacks, and it seemed to be working alright until a rather hard blow knocked her to the ground. She felt a sharp pain in her leg noticing that a scalpel and one of the needles were sticking out of her leg. She quickly stood, readying herself for the next attack that did not come.

The Uroboros were flailing about the room wildly, and it was beginning to liquefy into the black oil like substance leaving behind Albert Wesker. You would almost have not been able to tell anything had just happened. His wounds were now completely healed and Claire thought he looked almost peaceful-just almost, however, because Claire felt she could never associate the word peaceful with Wesker. The room, nevertheless, was in shambles; items scattered all about the room and puddles of dead Uroboros were everywhere. Claire noticed both she and Wesker were covered in it.

As Claire pulled the sharp objects out of her leg, Sarah and Andrew, her boss, entered the tent.

"Oh my god you actually killed it?" said Sarah looking shocked.

"No, it just died or something. I don't know," Claire said looking around the room equally shocked.

"Are you sure it was Uroboros? He didn't even seem like he was showing any of the symptoms from what you told me," Andrew said looking wearily at the man lying in the medical tent. They had all been given very detailed packets from the BSAA about what people who were infected with Uroboros looked like and acted.

"That's probably because the bastard's not human," Claire said with disgust. She let out a sigh as her two colleagues gave her a look of confusion. "I should have probably said this earlier, sir, but that man is not a John Doe. His name is Albert Wesker, and he's been behind just about every viral outbreak since Raccoon City. My brother told me he was dead."

"Yes, you should have told me earlier, Redfield. I would have put guards in here so that a dangerous criminal does not escape before the BSAA arrives to handle it. We hardly have the man power to deal with this sort of thing," Andrew said looking very angry.

"With all due respect, sir, if he wants to leave, guards aren't going to stop him. At the moment the best we can do it hope he doesn't wake up and pray that the BSAA gets here soon." She said a weary tone to her voice.

"Raccoon, Harvardville and now this, I'm beginning to think these sort of viral catastrophes follow you, Redfield." Andrew said with smile in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"I've been thinking that for years." Said Claire with a bitter laugh

"Well Sarah, get George and that woman Quinn from the BSAA to come in here and help you get this place cleaned up and tell them about him." He said nodding towards Wesker.

"What should I say?"

"For now, just that's he's dangerous, infected and he doesn't leave the tent. After Claire gets herself cleaned up she's going to tell me everything she knows about him, like she probably should have done in the first place." He said looking pointedly at Claire.

"You wouldn't have been able to do anything differently if you had found out earlier," Claire said trying to justify her actions. Perhaps Andrew had been right, she should have gone to him but there was no changing the past.

"Redfield, what have I told you about talking back to your superiors?" Andrew said rolling his eyes.

"Not to?" Said Claire not really sure if the question was rhetorical. By the look on her boss' face, it was, and she quickly apologized and headed outside. She was immediately blinded by the bright light from the sun that was now high overhead. She shielded her eyes from the light. Could it be possible the sun had actually gotten brighter since she had been outside last? She thought to herself as she headed over to the showers.

They had two showers both were basically out in the open but had a small amount of walling around them to at least gave you the illusion of privacy. The showers were also a bit of a luxury because, basically, they had enough water for emergencies only. Being covered in Uroboros goo, however, was such an emergency.

The shower had felt wonderful despite the fact she had to close her eyes practically the whole time because the sun was bothering her so much. She headed back to her tent wrapped in just a towel. She rummaged through her bag trying to find some new clothes, but she was starting to get what she imagined was the world's worst headache. She eventually just grabbed the first things that resembled the items of clothing she needed and the end result was jeans, which were way to warm to be wearing in Africa, and a red t-shirt. She walked outside and was once again nearly blinded by the sunlight. She put her hand over her eyes and walked as best she could over to Andrew's tent. However, she could not seem to find it and the splitting headache was so painful it was difficult to even think straight let alone function. She felt a burning sensation in her leg like the blood flowing through that area was on fire and she stumbled slightly the pain was so bad.

Everything seemed to be spinning and she felt the fire spreading throughout her body. She wasn't sure how it happened, but, suddenly, she was on the floor writhing in pain and then…she felt nothing as darkness consumed her…

I realized a lot happened in that first chapter but I thought it would be better to just kind of jump right into it and then work from there. Tell me what you think, constructive criticism is always welcome. Hope you liked the first chapter and want more!