A Fleeting Moment

Disclaimer: Welcome one and all to my first ever...*NAH-NAH-NAH*...CLAIRE AND WESKER PAIRING! This will be a M only for the violent scenes and language. Maybe some romance if you stick around and review. Hehehe. No, there will be, I promise you that. The title came from listening to Nightwish's song "Nemo". I dunno. After hearing the lyrics and thinking about it, I came up with this pairing for the first time. It is brief and in all honesty, was because I lost the magic for it.

"Not one or two, Subhuti, not one or two, but all the beings - men, women, animals, birds, trees, rocks. All the beings in the world. One should create such a determination that `I will lead all of them into nirvana'."

-Buddha

"'Tis strange what a man may do, and a woman yet think him an angel."

-William Makepeace Thackeray

By: VampireQueenAkasha

"There's no point in hiding."

-Wesker, Resident Evil 5

Prologue

I, Ozwell E. Spencer, founder of Umbrella as well as its chief executive officer, hereby proclaim myself as rules of all mankind. Everyone shall prostrate themselves before me as they once did for the ancient false gods.

At least, that was what my destiny should have been.

But I did not become a god; I could not sever my ties to my own weak humanity.

Instead my body is being destroyed by this damned disease, the disease of age. It has carved wrinkles in my face like a well-weathered canyon, and my arms are like the thin withered branches of a dying tree. Age has even deprived me of the use of my legs.

The only chance I'll ever have of becoming a god and shaping humanity's destiny, is to stop this disease from continuing to ravage my body.

I believe there's a saying about realizing the joys of life when one is at death's doorstep.

Sayings like that are for the weak who are going to die. They attempt to mask their feats with pithy aphorisms. Mortals can't comprehend what life means for those who death is not a concern. The ignorant are fond of making generalizations to include those who would not be party to their pedantic musings.

I will undo this unjust travesty done to me by time, and I will present myself as the perfect being that will rule over all mankind.

I will give them a new set of commandments to govern their lives.

All that remains is to find the key to immortal life!

The virus manufactured by Umbrella is that key. It suppresses telomere shortening which negates the function that limits cell division. Somewhere in that process is the key to immortality. If the process could be perfected, that key would be mine.

I have the means available to me. I can realize my ambitions, thanks to Alex.

I lost much in human capital following Umbrella's bankruptcy, but I still have Alex, the best and brightest of them all, and the last of my children.

I have faith that if anyone can find a cure for the ailment of time that keeps me from assuming my role as the head of mankind, it is Alex.

Alex will find a way.

It rained a lot these days.

Spencer found everything to be trivial if it included the ways of the human world; so weak and pathetic. Sitting alone in his office certainly didn't make things easier on his old nerves, even the pattering of rain did nothing to soothe him either. Just being locked away in here bothered him beyond measure. It was like waiting for his age to catch up to him and kill him. Things were just going far too slow for him to bear.

He shifted in his chair, focusing attention on the elevator that signaled the approach of someone. The doors roared open and William Birkin stepped out carrying a few folders in his hand. They were reports that Spencer had requested on the new virus that he was in the middle of developing. Spencer was fascinated with this new knowledge because he hoped that it would benefit him and his rise to a better tomorrow for himself and the entire world.

"William, good to see you," Spencer said, his voice bursting out of him like a powerful wind, "Ah! You have what I requested." William placed the folders in front of him and he opened them up for study; information on Lisa Trevor. "I trust that things are going quite well, then?"

"Yes, we've extracted all that we need from her bloodstream," William answered, "I have already begun work on the next project. She will be disposed of upon your request."

"Good, then we can move on," Spencer grasped his cane leaning against his desk and pushed himself to his feet.

"There is just...one problem..." William seemed reluctant to say it also.

Spencer glanced up at him, his eyes glittering in a strange show of warning. Spencer didn't like problems, especially when they involved his mansion, projects or anything having to do with his employees. "Problem?"

William shifted on his feet. "Lisa Trevor has become impervious to almost every physical attack we try to throw at her. She's...almost too powerful to simply throw away, sir. She could serve some kind of use to us, I imagine."

Spencer didn't seem amused nor eager to accept the idea. "How so?"

"Well, think about it," William suggested, watching as Spencer looked thoughtful for a moment, "Albert wants to run his tests at the facility using his...guinea pigs to do so. She could soften them up a bit, test the waters and see what these guys can handle. It would be great for my research. Lisa will be kept under wraps inside the facility, she doesn't seem to want to leave it anyway. So it could work out for all of us."

Spencer murmured thoughtfully before he nodded his head once. That could work to his advantage. "Very well."

William was relieved. Having Lisa keeping tabs on the STARS members would no doubt make it easier on him to continue his research without being disturbed. After all, things were starting to look up for his G-virus; he wasn't going to let anyone stand in the way of that. Not even Spencer would dare. William wanted this virus for himself and no others. As long as Spencer had no need to suspect him, he would be fine.

Keep the old man happy... he reminded himself.

"Inform Albert that I want a progress report by next month," Spencer told the scientist, "We can't afford to waste any more time with the incidents at the Arklay mansion. The United States Government will eventually sniff out our plans."

William nodded before he departed into the elevator. Spencer waited until he was completely gone before taking a spot at his desk and he slowly began to dial a number in the computer system. On a large screen nearest his desk, an image lit up revealing the letters AW in perfect cursive. The face behind the voice speaking was altered so much, it became nearly impossible for any man to tell if it was a male or female. But Spencer knew.

"You called, sir?" the voice said, in a low, deep purr.

Spencer leaned back in his chair. "How are things going out there, Alex?" he asked, "Do you have results for me regarding the Bedford girl?"

"You'll be pleased to hear that all experiments are running smoothly. We've had an increase in our success rate from 17 percent to 20 percent." the voice responded, "Expect a progress report within three days."

Spencer gritted his teeth and clenched his fist. Too slow. It was all moving too slow. "Can't you work any faster?"

A chuckle. "Sir, these thins take time and effort. It is a very delicate procedure that requires patience, funding and proper planning." A small pause. "But not to worry. Everything is going well, I assure you. I have been informed by the New Genesis Director that things are also moving rather nicely on his end." There was a moment of silence and Spencer took that time to clear his head a bit before the voice spoke again. "How is Albert doing these days? I certainly want to meet him again very soon. It's been so lonely associating with individuals whom I cannot associate with on my level. It's become rather boring, actually."

"Alex, Albert must not know just yet," Spencer said, "Don't worry, my friend. Eventually, he will."

"Hehe. I am not worried for Albert's sake. I understand that he has become quite the master of his craft. It would truly be a blessing if he were to become my equal." A moment's pause. "Forgive me, but Science marches on. I must go."

Spencer smiled. "Farewell, my friend."

"Farewell..."

Spencer closed his eyes and leaned back, taking a deep inhale.

Hopefully, things would work out for the better. The New World that he planned would finally come into fruition and he would take his spot as the God that he deserved to be. With Alex's help, he could accomplish this.

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Note-I mentioned Rose from my Resident Evil: Code Genesis fanfiction. No Wesker/Claire interaction yet, but soon.