Summary: Piers never expected anybody to save him. His only intention was for the Captain to make it out safely. His life, after all back in America wasn't going as planned. His girlfriend had cheated on him before he left for his final mission. However, someone had her eye on him during his time away. How does Piers react when he wakes up in the house of the woman "responsible" for the past viral outbreak? Can two broken souls patch each other up again?

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Warnings: Thou contains spoilers. If thy doth not want to beith spoiled thou shall not read.

YOU SHALL NOT PASS!

Author's Note: Anyway, I'm the first attempting this paring I think...so pwees read and review.

Piers Nivans

The last thing he remembered was the building collapsing on his body and everything went black. Chris had made it out alive and that was the only thing that mattered. He held the hope that the world would somehow be saved, and that Chris wouldn't give up being Captain of the BSAA.
Piers remembered the infection completely taking over his body, and then being fully submerged in rubble and water. He didn't except a savior to rescue him as he did Chris nor did he expect to find a way out of this mess on his own. He humbly accepted death as a token to a heroic ending and simply died. Or so he thought.
There was something very different at the moment, and maybe the main pointer to that, was that he was actually alive. He was aware of his body, he was aware that he was breathing and most of all he didn't feel the same burning sensation that he had felt before while he was being infected. Though, he wasn't completely cured of pain he felt a lot better.
He wanted to wake up, but his eyes remained shut and for an instant he believed that he heard voices. They vanished as quickly as they had come but then they returned. They continued to talk and then stop until finally he felt a pressure about him. Almost as if someone was pressing hard on his chest. For a while, the pain only irritated him but sooner or later it became unbearable.
He tried to scream but he couldn't yet find out where his mouth was.
Get up! He attempted to yell to himself. Get up Piers! The pain was intensifying rapidly as he fought for a chance to scream. A fire was burning inside of him, and consuming his being. Maybe this was hell. Since he'd killed so much in his life, there was no place for him in heaven.
The pain had finally reached its peak and with more than mental power, Piers somehow jumped back into reality and he emitted a painful scream from his mouth.
His eyes shot open and he saw everything around him. He first noticed that he was laying on a bed, surprisingly it was soft. Secondly, he noticed that he wasn't presently wearing a shirt, that's why the pain was so intense. He wore different pants, and black socks and his once infected arm was now a very dull grey.
His body, it seemed was cured of the infection and the pain in his chest was beginning to cease. Finally he was able to get a clear image of the room he resided in.
Four walls, all white. No windows, there was one light above the hospital bed. It shined brightly in Piers' face. He attempted to bring a hand to his face but he couldn't move his arm.
"You can't move, at least not yet." The voice was almost quiet. It came from a young man, not so much a man, but a boy. He was obviously very young. Piers hadn't even seen him enter the room, he just appeared. This boy wore glasses, he had dark brown eyes. His head was full of wavy curls as his bangs fell long across his wore a long white lab coat with a bland name tag. He sat in a large chair with his legs formally crossed.
In his hand, he held a clipboard. He was scribbling something down on it. After about a ten minute wait, the boy finally looked up and stared at Piers.
"My name is Nicholas Abdal-Salam, but people just call me Nick. Yes, like you I'm American. It's just my parents. They're from the middle east, but we're a Catholic family...hence we moved away. Anyway, you are Piers Nivans." Nick stood up and took an injection from the pocket of his lab coat. He began to walk towards Piers.
"Don't worry, this'll fix you up." Piers counldn't move a muscle as he stared helplessly at the injection entering his flesh. It was impaled into his infected arm, that is where he felt most of his feeling returning. Seconds later he was able to move his fingers, then his arms and then his whole body. He sat up and stretched, all the while Nick was back in his chair still writing on his clipboard.
"Where am I?" That was the first question Piers asked. "I thought I was dead."
"So did I." Nick yawned. "But we have our lovely Field Agent to thank for your return."
"What? What do you...where am I?" Piers was confused. Someone saved him? Nick then took the name tag from his chest and tossed it over to Piers.
"See for yourself." He murmured as Piers caught the small plastic. He stared at the name tag that clearly stated Nick's full name, but behind that was a very familiar logo.
The Umbrella logo. Piers stared at Nick in shock.
"Before you say anything, it's not what it looks like. Presently, we are in one of the old Spencer mansions. It is or was obviously an old Umbrella base, now it is owned by a lovely lady. But don't get me wrong, there is still a team of researchers wandering these grounds."
"So there it is. I see you're planning another bio attack?" Piers didn't sound amused.
"Actually, we are looking for a cure, to many of these incidence. Without Wesker, we have no need to cause world destruction. If you don't believe us, then look at yourself." Nick crossed his arms as Piers examined himself. He looked normal. He wasn't some type of monster, the only thing abnormal about him was his grey arm.
"The infection is still present inside of your body you see. But we've kept it in check, or you have. You see, it depends on your mood. Right now, because you're rested and calm the infection stays inside of you. As you have noticed your arm is discolored." He motioned towards Piers arm and then rose. He slowly began to walk around the room. "In the unfortunate situation that your mood changes for the...worse, the infection will take over you until you calm down again. Now, you have sense when the infection takes over you, you have control, somewhat." Nick paused. "But I don't think you'll be that much trouble. After all this is your home now, you can't possible go back to the United States."
"What?" Piers asked. "I'm apart of the B.S.A.A, I have to go back."
"And you really think that they'll accept you? After what you've become. Trust me Piers, I'm not trying to be rude or anything but in their standards, you've become nothing more than a monster. You're lucky we saved you."
"Well I don't plan on staying here for long." Piers had a sharp tone, but Nicholas wasn't listening. He was currently scribbling on the back of his clipboard like some kid.
"How do I get out?" Piers was now sitting up as he looked angrily at Nicholas who continued to ignore him. "Excuse me." Nicholas still didn't pay attention and for a while the boy looked very angry. He muttered something to himself and then glared back up at Piers, very surprised.
"Please excuse my behaviour just a second ago. You see, I have autism, it's gotten better over the years but it was worse when I was little. No friends you see. Well, I had one but_" "I don't give a damn. How the hell do I get out of here?" Piers stood on his two feet and stared angrily at Nicholas who at the same time, rose.
"If you don't mind, I've gotta pick up my girlfriend from school. Don't thank me for saving you, it was someone else. For now, you just enjoy your stay in a room with four white walls and a light." Piers didn't even notice the boy step in front of him and inject him with a cold fluid. But nevertheless, he felt the same heavy weight he did minutes before his death and everything went dark.

Ada Wong

This time she wasn't jumping off buildings or stealing some type of horrendous virus. She was shopping, but not for herself. If she was going to keep a man, she needed clothes for a man and luckily she remembered his size.
Piers Nivans. She thought to herself as she placed clothes into a basket. Funny, he hadn't really known the real her. He'd only known that clone, Carla. Nevertheless, this was just one small step towards her clearing her name. Not that it at all, mattered.
No matter how much she did for the community, she'd still be the same Ada Wong. Top wanted criminal and responsible for the near destruction of the world. Did she really care? It was hard to tell but that wasn't exactly on her mind at the moment.
She'd reached the front desk earlier than she expected and quickly she began to dig money from her purse.
"Is this all?" The cashier asked, a young man obviously blinded by Ada's beauty.
"Yes, take a cold shower sweet heart." Ada softly replied as she placed her money on the desk and took her items. Within seconds she was back in her car and driving home.
That night, she rolled the window down and allowed the cool air to blow her hair about. For a while, she felt right. A perfect sensation overwhelmed her but suddenly, it was filled with emptiness. Something was missing, something wasn't there. Ada knew what it was but it pained her to admit it, especially to herself.
"Leon..." She though aloud and was even surprised by her own actions. "No!" She told herself in reassurance. "You saw him, you saw him with her! Claire Redfield...he doesn't love you." Ada attempted a smile, and then it became a frown. Shortly after tears threatened to fall from her puffy eyes but she didn't allow them to fall. "Not now, not even alone. You are too old for that Ada Wong." To release any tension, Ada turned on the radio.

Hold your horses now...

Through the woods we ran...

The radio was instantly turned up as she made way to her home. She drove up a large hill until she saw a familiar eerie driveway. Though it was her house, or manor, she had to admit it looked rather threatening. Perhaps she'd add some tulips on the outside.
Ada drove through the large gate that opened as her car neared. She looked ahead as she always did at the scary sight before her. The tall trees, the thick and eerie woods behind and finally the fog that was illuminated by the moons presence. Yes, she would certainly have to make some adjustments.
Ada parked her car and made way for the entrance. She of course held the bag of clothes in her hand.
The door, to her surprise was unlocked.
"Ferdinand..." Ada mumbled as she pushed the large door open. The living room was as she had left it. Large and mainly red. Red carpets, red furniture, red curtains. Ada shuddered. She would have to eventually change everything.

With a huff and a tired side, she clutched the clothes bag and forced her way up the stair case before her.

Ada was very tired. Not only had she been out shopping that day, but the day before she had fought her way to get Piers Nivans and she really had to swim.

The stairs only pained her, every step she took, her body protested until finally she reached the top.

For a second, she debated on crashing down but clutching the bag to her chest she made way to the room where Piers was being held.

The door, was unlocked as she pushed it open and the right light was still on. With a sigh and a mumble, she made way and sat in the lab chair. Before her laid a very peaceful Piers.

He brought a steady smile to Ada's face. He was confused, she had no doubt about it. But soon she'd be able to make things better for him, he'd understand truly how the world worked.

"So cute..." She mumbled to herself as her eyes began to shut themselves. With a short breath and a nod of her head, Ada allowed her self to sleep.

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