1. It Started With a Dream

Important: I strongly advise if you have not read the first story in this series, 'You Can't Kill a God', to please read that one first and then come back to read this one. This is indeed the sequel and if you have not read the first, you will be greatly confused. There are a lot of errors and typos in the first, so I apologize now. I'm doing my best to avoid that in this one. If you have read the first, please read on and I hope you all enjoy nonetheless if you've read the previous one or not. Thank you for reading!

It was so cold. Why was it cold at the beginning of July? People around her looked fine and completely well with the temperature. Why was she so cold?

Teeth chattering, Sheva Alomar held her torso tightly in her arms as she watched one taxi pass after another, leaving her in the dust. When she was sure her toes were going to have frost bite on them, she held her breath as she stepped to the edge of the sidewalk with her thumb held up from her fist to signal for a cab. It only took ten seconds to get one, but when she opened the car door and was about to step in, a woman of blonde hair slipped passed her and took the seat in the taxi before Sheva could.

"Hey, this is my taxi," Sheva forced out of her dry lips and parched throat.

The woman didn't acknowledge her as she grabbed the inside handle of the door and pulled it shut, cutting off any more protests Sheva might utter from her freezing body. The taxi took off to blend with the other yellow vehicles, leaving Sheva still standing on the edge of the sidewalk with no car to offer her a ride home and a small moment of warmth inside the metal moving box. That was the first taxi she had been lucky enough to hail in the past twenty minutes and it was gone.

Feeling defeated and invisible, the option to just walk came up again, so she took it...again. Her first step was terribly excruciating on her feet, the pain shooting up through her body. The adrenaline that would regularly numb all pain had worn off and now the agony was all she felt. Well, not really. She felt it when a man shoved past her, pushing her so much she fell to the ground on her hands and knees. The cement under her body looked warm and the small reflection of the sun in the glass particles shined in her face.

Why was she so cold?

Her joints screamed internally to be kept still as she pushed her body up from the ground, getting to her feet. As she swiped her hands on the front of her shirt, the sound of a voice calling her name filled her ears, becoming the only thing she heard. She turned to look to her left and gasped to see a long alleyway leading far down until there was what looked like a tall, lean figure. This silhouette was the one calling her, but the octave of the voice didn't match the build of the figure. The voice was more gruffly and masculine. But this figure was lean and tall, making her picture a more smooth and maybe even nasally voice to come from a physique such as the one she saw. The curiosity to know who this person was to call her name caused her to turn and slowly step down the alleyway, her teeth chattering and feet shaking as they lifted to take a step.

"Sheva, run!" the voice shouted, going in and out like static waves.

Though the voice told her to flee, she kept on with the determination to know who this was. As she got closer, the figure to call her seemed to take large but slow strides towards her. Soon she could see some detail on this figure. This person had long legs, broad shoulders, and a square jaw that caught hints of light in the alleyway. When Sheva blinked to see golden blond hair on the top of this figure's head, they started to morph. They became shorter, hair changing to a reddish shade, and their skin a milky white in the dark.

"Goddammit, Sheva. Run!" the voice bellowed again, this time sounding clear.

Finally, Sheva halted. But this figure kept coming towards her, soon breaking out in a sprint. As their arms and legs moved swiftly, the body began to grow considerably. This person began to transform into something ugly and dangerous.

"You should have listened," the monster growled, coming towards her even faster. "Now I can't stop it."

Motor functions seemed to kick in as Sheva started taking steps backwards. Her heart pounded in her chest when something cold and hard kept her from retreating anymore. As she looked back, something that sounded like a whimper escaped her lips as she took in the sight of a tall brick wall that seemed to have magically appeared, blocking her only get away from the monster coming for her.

A scream sounded from her freezing body when the monster was suddenly in front of her and punched the bricks next to her head. Expecting to be hit in the face this time, Sheva was surprised when nothing happened. She looked up to the monsters face, feeling saddened as the monster seemed to frown at her, its eyes changing from red to blue.

"Can't…s-stop it," the monster wheezed as he squeezed his eyes closed.

"Who are you?" Sheva probed, her chattering teeth clicking. "What are you?"

Before the mutation could answer, his eyes opened quickly, revealing red penetrating orbs. Pulling his clenched hands high above his head, the monster growled loudly as it stared at Sheva intently. Sheva saw his hands coming down to smash her when she quickly closed her eyes, hoping the blow would be quick and painless.

"Sheva? Sheva, answer me. Are you all right?"

Jolting to sit straight with a stiff back, Sheva gasped to be woken up from such a nightmare. With a suspicious eye, she looked around to find comfort that she was actually sitting in her dimly lighted office and not in some dark alleyway. She jumped when she heard a quiet voice calling her name.

"Sheva, answer me, please. What's wrong?"

When she realized it wasn't a quiet voice, but rather someone talking on the other line from her cell phone, she picked up the device that had being laying lazily on the scattered papers of her desk. A sigh slipped past her lips when she held the cellular to her ear.

"I'm sorry, Chris. I fell asleep," she whispered, rubbing her eyes awake. She could hear him take a deep breath of relief, maybe even a small whimper. But she wasn't too sure. She was still incredibly exhausted and shaken up from the nightmare.

"God, you scared me. I could hear you shivering and then you screamed. Are you all right? Tell me you're all right," his voice was desperate.

"I'm all right, honey. It was just a nightmare, I promise."

He chuckled a humorless laugh. "Must have been some nightmare. You stopped talking and then you wouldn't answer for about five minutes. Are you sure you're all right? You were asking someone who they were."

Having must fallen asleep while talking to him, Sheva was surprised she had only slept for five minutes. I felt like she slept all night. She told Chris she was fine again, telling him it was a silly dream that she was just happy was over. It was an odd nightmare, one she had never had before. She was so very rarely frightened by a dream, but this one felt so real. She could almost still feel the shivering in her body even though she was in a warm room.

"So, what are you doing now?" Sheva asked after she yawned, looking at the clock on the far wall in front of her that read one thirteen am. She could hear shuffling in the background.

"I'm just waiting for Director Tung to send an escort to take me to the airport. Then I'll be on the plane for about 16 hours and I'll be home. I miss you."

"I miss you, too," she answered sincerely, truthfully.

It had been a little over six months the last time Sheva had seen her fiancé, Chris Redfield. After entering the small European county Edonia during the civil war on a mission with his team Alpha, Chris had gone missing after his entire team, save for a young sniper, were killed while on duty. That young surviving sniper, Piers Nivans, was the one to call her six months ago in December and told her that his captain and her fiancé had been attacked by one of his mutated teammates, striking his head to the point of unconsciousness. At first, Chris had slipped into a light coma, being admitted to an Edonian hospital under surveillance. But the surveillance wasn't enough because a few days later after being struck unconscious, Chris woke up with strong amnesia and ran away, frightened when he couldn't remember who he was or what was happening around him.

Just two weeks ago, she had seen Nivans off as he and a newly reformed Alpha team with all new agents boarded a jet to Europe. Nivans and Alpha were going back to Edonia to continue the search for Chris and this time they were lucky. Piers was able to track Chris down, find him, and recruit him to return to his role as captain. Despite still suffering with amnesia, Chris had no choice but to join Alpha on the mission in Lanshiang, China. The events in Edonia seemed to replay as Chris fought his way through the infected city, losing his men all over again. But this time, he had lost Nivans as well, making it a harder blow when the young sniper sacrificed himself for Chris.

Chris was left shaken to the bone, sinking into a depression that he was afraid he couldn't get out of. The only positive outcome from the mission in China was he regained his memory. He may have remembered Carla Radames, who was posing as Ada Wong, but he also remembered his family waiting back home for him. His sister, Claire Redfield, had already had the opportunity to talk to him once he got to China's base for the BSAA after the mission was finished. She was worried like he imagined, but she told him she knew that he was going to be found, though she wished she was part of the search team to look for him unlike the BSAA's allowance for her to do so.

Another person waiting for him back home was Sheva, the woman he had proposed to almost a year ago. Sheva had been searching for him back home, aiding Piers while he was out on the field searching for the captain. When Chris had called her for the first time in six months, she had cried for about ten minutes when she heard his voice and admittedly, he cried as well.

That was seven days ago and now he was waiting to go to the airport, get on the plane to go home to New York City, and be with his family again. After all he had seen in Edonia, China, and the time between, he just needed a place that was familiar and that happened to be with Sheva.

"Are you still wearing it?" he asked, referring the ring he had given her last July.

"Of course I am. I haven't taken it off since the day you gave it to me," she told him honestly. Habitually, she twisted the said ring around her finger, always feeling reassurance when she'd look at it. "When will you be landing?"

"Mm, around seven pm, I think. You'll be there, right?"

"Chris, do you really need to ask that? Nothing's going to stop me from being there when you come home. I have to admit, though. I'm kinda nervous to see you after six months. It's like our first date all over again," she confessed shyly.

He laughed. "Yeah, I'm nervous too, but I can't wait. I just want to be home. Hey Shev, I know you don't like to talk about it, but I need to ask you something," he suddenly sprung on, his voice serious. When she hesitantly told him to go on, he did carefully. "I know I'm paranoid, but Wesker is still locked up? After meeting Muller, I just can't stop thinking he escaped and I don't want to ask the directors here. They'll think I'm crazier than they already do."

Her throat closed at the subject of Albert Wesker. It had been four years since Albert had let her go those years ago in the Spencer mansion and yet she still reacted strongly. How could she not? The man she had secretly loved was locked up in high security in cryogenic sleep, only a few floors below her in the underground research labs of the BSAA building. She cleared her throat before answering Chris.

"He's still asleep and locked up. He won't be waking up for a very long time, Chris, if ever," it hurt her to say.

It was a reality that she had accepted years ago despite the fact she wished she could at least have a two way conversation with Albert again. She had never spoken a word of her affair with Albert during her imprisonment under his watch four years ago with anyone. Everyone would call her crazy, throw her in a loony bin, and take tests on her to make sure he had never done something to her. Well, they actually had taken plenty precautions to make sure she wasn't some host of a virus that Wesker had injected her with. But they were sympathetic about it, looking at her as a victim, not a love sick psychotic woman.

As said, she had told no one of her love for Albert, but she also kept the fact she was a grandchild to Oswell E. Spencer a secret as well. She didn't even want to think what they'd do with her if they discovered her true lineage. She had heard the life Sherry Birkin, daughter of William Birkin, had gone through in the labs and she knew that she herself would go through the same thing. The only thing she kept from that time with Wesker close was her Spencer brother, Isaac Tate. They talked often in secret, discussed about stuff in one another's life. He was supportive of everything she did and chose, as was she with him. He even understood her anger when she found out that her old love, Albert, had a son that she never knew about. Isaac understood that Sheva was upset that Wesker had loved another woman. It wasn't that he had affections for someone else in his past. But the true reason it stung so bad to know that Wesker had loved someone else was that he had never told her, Sheva, that he loved her. She had told him, but he never said the three loving words to her.

She'd tell herself what she had just told Chris, he wouldn't be waking up from cryostasis in a long time, if ever. She accepted this as did everyone else who knew of Wesker's imprisonment. She was, however, curious about his illegitimate son, Jake Muller, no matter how upset she was at Albert for not telling her about him.

"Speaking of Muller, do you know if the directors have been able to contact him?" she inquired, standing from her desk. Her phone was still to her ear, held there with her shoulder as she began to clean her desk up and pack papers that she'd need to go over at home.

"Not yet. Sherry Birkin was the last to talk to him, but it was text messaging and it was through a disposable phone he had. She says she has no idea where he is, but she imagines he's taking a vacation after all they'd been through."

"And you believe that?"

"I guess so," Chris answered. "The kid's gone through a lot. He gave Birkin samples of his blood so government now has antibodies for the C-Virus. Really, he doesn't need to do anything else."

"I just wonder what he's going to do now that he knows who his father is. Does he really look like him?"

Chris talked away from the phone, speaking with his escort who was to drive him to the airport. "Yeah, he does. I mean, not completely like Wesker, luckily for Muller. But I noticed the resemblance pretty quickly. He talks back a lot which I imagine Wesker would hate," Chris laughed. "Babe, I have to go. I'll see you soon. Make sure you get some sleep so when I see you we'll have time together, please. I miss you a lot."

"Oh fine, honey. I'll sleep in just for you," she smiled when he chuckled. "I love you, Chris. Have a safe flight, I'll see you soon."

"I love you too, Sheva. See you soon."

It took a moment before they hung up, but finally they did when Chris's escort told him to hurry. Once the call ended, Sheva put her phone into her bag and collected everything she needed before turning off her laptop and lights in her office. As she locked her office door, she went through in her mind the list she'd made up to make sure she had everything ready for the dinner she'd make for Chris when he came home. It was a surprise that she had been planning since she got news that he'd been found.

She was still going through that list as she was going down the flight of stairs that led to the main floor of the BSAA building. She was the only person in there, save for a security guard somewhere in the building. She was about to enter the lobby to leave through the main doors when she noticed one of the security camera's surveying the flight of stairs had been turned towards the wall it hung on and seemingly turned off. Suspicious, she went down the next flight of stairs that led to the research labs below and sure enough, the camera that watched the entrance to the labs was turned away and off like the one above. She gasped when she saw that the door to the labs was held open with a flashlight wedged into the doorway.

A moment of panic and decision rushed through Sheva's mind. Should she find the security guard, call the police herself, should she not make a fuss about it and leave it alone, or should she check it out herself? As she peeked through the door, she saw a shadow in the hallway to the left, causing her to jump a little. It was hard for her not to note that that hallway was the way to Wesker's room where he slept in cryostasis. Not really deciding, her feet began to lead her into the labs, letting the door shut on the flashlight once again.

Staying silent, Sheva quietly stepped down the left hallway, her eyes peeled for any movement or shadow to indicate where this intruder might have gone. As she came closer to the end of the corridor, the closer she came to Wesker's holding room. Soon she met the end and was grasping the doorknob, her heart pounding to not only see Albert—whom she hadn't come to visit in at least five months—but to find who it was creeping in the labs. Though she hoped it was just one of the regular scientists, a large part of her feared it was a new terrorist and she was going to meet them first hand. However, she was incorrect about both guesses.

"Oh my, God," she muttered, her eyes widening and her jaw dropping.

Being completely unprepared for this, she knew she would never have been prepared to see the scene she did now. Her knees wobbled to see Albert step out of the cylinder that he had been cryogenically sleeping in for four years. While she was in awe to see the man she had tried so hard to get over, there was another man in the room that she had never met in person, but in the past few days had seen plenty pictures of. While Wesker stretched his fingers and got his footing right, the other man gave Sheva an annoyed look with a quirked brow, but then it changed to a smirk.

"Wanna give me a hand?" Jake Muller requested as he hooked a hand around his father's elbow.

Author's note: Jake's breaking daddy Wesker out of Shawshank, Sheva's caught him in the act, she and Chris are engaged… The story has been set in motion. Our story has begun.

When writing the first installment, I hadn't intended to write a sequel, let alone set it up to possibly have one. But I've gotten so much good feedback that a sequel was just calling to be written. Well, sort of. I'd get messages fairly often to either write a one-shot to conclude the first one so Wesker and Sheva would end up together or write the sequel.

I've already planned what's going to happen, who's going to be the antagonist, and who's ending up with whom. I'm bringing characters in from the games, who I think some will be surprised to see, that I'm really excited about, including Jake. And also I'm bringing in some OC's. Some new, some old.

So what do you all think? What do you think of how it started and the nightmare Sheva had at the beginning? Let me know in a review, maybe? I'd greatly appreciate it and I'm always eager to hear your feedback and guesses.

This story will be slow in updates, sadly. I'm a working girl with a busy agenda, so please bear with me. I hope to update maybe every two weeks or less, but we shall see. Reviews always encourage and motivate me to write more. *wink wink* :) Sorry for the long A/N, I'll keep them shorter in future chapters. Promise!

-Sarai