Hello dear readers,

So hopefully Fanfiction has their error fixed right now, because if it didn't this story wouldn't be here! I think... mumble . . . mumble . . . SHUT UP! I have authority!

Anyway, this is an original story. So here's how it came around. I love Capcom, but they really need to use their RE characters more rather than keep creating new ones (nothing against Sheva and Hunnigan who rock, but Ashley could have been given the boot.) So because I am a huge Claire X Wesker fan, I have decided to create a game plotline. It's just before Resident Evil 4 and I'm hoping that Resident Evil Degeneration has happened because it's after that. So it pairs an unlikely alliance; Claire and Wesker against the weird zombie people of RE4. You like, yes (good!) or no (too bloody bad!)

Also, I was writing this on a train, so on a train it starts!

UPDATED PROLOGUE! No mention of Rani and Degeneration plotline.

You all know the drill; I wouldn't dare claim ownership to Capcom. It's awesome without me.

Unlikely Alliance
Prologue

Claire sat down on a vacant chair with relief and let out a sigh. She pulled her small red suitcase and her shoulder bag onto the seat next to her and then looked through the train window, searching through the crowd until she found familiar faces.

At the front of the platform, a young girl who appeared to be eight or nine was accompanied by an older looking woman.

She smiled and lifted her hand is farewell as the young girl waved enthusiastically, probably screeching "GOODBYE CLAIRE!" over and over, long after the train had sped away from the station.

Claire felt her lips tug into a smile at the sight of Jessica's toothy grin that you normally find on a young kid.

It was nice to see the little girl looking normal, like a kid should at her age. Jessica's father had gone missing along with a few of his friends as they were protesting against human testing. And as Claire had guessed, he had become a test subject of the case he was pleading against.

It had taken a couple of weeks to find his corpse and lay it to rest, but now Jessica would always remember her father as a grey-skinned, milky-eyed, lifeless monster. Claire's smile faded a little to something that resembled a frown, it wasn't something a child should have to go through, and it reminded her a little of Sherry Birkin from the Raccoon City incident.

The train doors closed with a loud bang, jolting Claire back into the present. She had no time to dwell on the past. Her work was complete with Jessica and her aunt, and now she was headed back to TerraSave headquarters before she would be sent somewhere else to aid those affected by the global T-Virus outbreak.

Claire sighed again and closed her eyes and decided to distract herself with the train. It was rather nice-looking, not a normal train that you caught in the subway.

It reminded her of a plane really, it had the staff members walking up and down the walkways, asking passengers if they required anything and handing out drinks and snacks when it was required. People preoccupied themselves with staring out the window or reading a magazine if they had one in their possession.

One woman with silverly blonde hair and a white fur coat was reading a fashion and gossip magazine, her eyes practically glued to the pages.

Claire scoffed and shook her head at something so materialistic, the world was in a post apocalyptic state and all some people cared about was what the latest dresses looked like and which star had made an complete idiot of themselves lately or what publicity stunt was the most famous today.

Claire rolled her eyes and turned to stare at the rapidly passing countryside outside the window as the train rushed by. It was so green and lush; it was hard to think that the world had been hit by the real life "Dawn of the Dead".

The horizon had begun to darken as the sun disappeared, turning the light blue sky into a mix of pinks and oranges as the sun fell before slowly plunging the world into a darkness of blues and blacks. The stars twinkled overhead and the moon had risen to take its place in the sky.

It was barely there, a thin slice of a circle, frail and quivering in the sky, casting little light on the world. Claire didn't know how to explain it, but it made her shiver. She let out a deep breath before turning in her seat, deciding that she just needed a few minutes shut-eye to regain her mind.

.ShadowForceSilver.

'Excuse me miss."

Claire's eyes snapped open and she looked around with wide blue irises. When she found the source of the voice, she allowed herself to calm. It was just an attendant who had woke her up, a youthful Spanish looking man with a clean haircut and a nervous smile on his face. His nametag read "Jorge" and by his attitude, Claire guessed he was reasonably new employee and would be eager to please a passenger to improve his experience at his job.

Claire gave him a small smile and nodded, indicating for him to continue.

The man gestured around him, "I'm afraid you slept through dinner. I tried to wake you, but..."

Claire looked around. The young blonde girl daintily wiped her mouth with her napkin, a plate and cutlery on the tray table in front of her. Once she had finished, she seized that magazine again and combed through the pages trying to find the dress catalogue.

Claire shook her head and yawned, "That's alright. I wasn't exactly hungry anyway."

The Spanish man nodded and informed her, "Well, we are very near our destination, so I guess it is good I woke you."

Claire looked outside her train window to find that city skyscrapers had replaced trees and cement paths had replaced grass. She checked her watch. 11:30. Claire rubbed her forehead with one hand, letting out a small sigh.

The man picked up on it straight away, "I would be pleased to bring you a glass of water."

Claire weakly smiled and nodded her head and the man sped away. He probably would have wagged his tail if he was a dog. The image made Claire giggle, causing a glare from the glamorous woman reading her magazine. Claire rolled her eyes and grabbed her shoulder bag, digging inside the large bag.

Her hands brushed cool leather, and she pulled her red jacket out. Although Claire thought that her khaki pants and black t-shirt would be enough to keep her reasonably warm, she really wanted that jacket on.

She turned the jacket over, running her fingers over the design on the back. This brought back memories that were better left forgotten. It shouldn't be picked up again, but Claire loved the leather jacket too much to chuck it away.

She shrugged her jacket on just as the attendant returned a glass of clear water in his hand. "Here you go miss." he handed the glass to her, watching intently as she took a small sip

. There was something strange about the water at first, but Claire shrugged it off as she took a larger gulp. It was probably some flavour she wasn't used to or something. She turned her eyes to the attendant who was still watching her drink the water.

He smiled, "I was hoping you could finish that quickly. I've got a lot of dishes to wash." Claire nodded and downed the rest of the glass before handing it to him.

The attendant smiled again, "Thank you miss. I hope you enjoyed your drink."

Claire's eyes widened as he turned away. She was certain, absolutely certain that his eyes had flashed red even for just a second. There was only one set of red eyes she knew, and she would prefer to forget them.

Claire took a deep breath than exhaled as she calmed down, convincing herself that lack of sleep was beginning to catch up to her. She turned to gather her luggage before she found something very odd. Her mind was beginning to feel ... fuzzy.

Claire shook her head to clear the grogginess, surprised to find it getting worse. What the... what the hell is happening to me? Claire held her head in her hands and squinted her eyes which were rapidly going in and out of focus. By the time she had figured out the culprit, she was unconscious.

.ShadowForceSilver.

Tyrant red eyes snapped open and a low growl forced itself through his teeth as he rose from the ground. Wesker dusted his black suit and straightened his jacket. He reached to pull his sunglasses off before realising that they were missing.

Bastards, he would defiantly kill them now. Albert Wesker was not a materialistic man, but he had grown to love those sunglasses and had actually needed them in the day. Nobody messed with a guy and his shades.

He narrowed his eyes as a sign of fury and looked around him. He had been lying against the stone wall of what appeared to be an underground hallway. So this was where they had brought him. It was quite embarrassing really that he had been caught, a stain no doubt on his reputation.

Wesker ignored his thoughts to observe his surroundings. He could see nothing of usefulness with his night vision, and couldn't smell anyone around in the underground tunnels. He turned to the right. Wait, there was something.

Interest showed on his features as he inhaled the new scent that wasn't dirt or wood. He shut his eyes to concentrate. The scent reminded him of cinnamon, something he hadn't smelt in a long time. He smirked like a fox as he opened his eyes slowly and began to silently walk forwards, tracking that scent.

Wesker turned a corner and then stopped as he felt himself step on something that wasn't wood or earth. He kneeled and picked the leather garment up. It was a deep red jacket that had obviously been dropped as the owner had passed through the passage.

It looked very familiar, from when he was battling that Ashford girl. He inhaled the scent, and the grin widened. So this rather unfortunate incident had a bonus prize. He would be rather pleased to have that spirited young woman around again.

He would have to ask what Chris had been up to lately when he caught up to her. But he would have to restrain himself from harming her too much, they needed to get out of here, and having her in his possession would be valuable.

Wesker turned the jacket over in his hands, taking in the stitched design on the back. Now he was certain.

He chuckled, "The lovely Claire Redfield."