Chrisker One-Shots

Being Human

Albert Wesker was a man of mystery, that much was certain. Since the day Chris started at S.T.A.R.S. he had found himself drawn to his Captain, curiosity peaking in his mind. It was impossible to tell what the man was feeling with his eyes hidden behind his tinted shades. Even when his tone betrayed annoyance or anger, it was still impossible to tell if that was all there was. Even when that smirk flashed onto Wesker's lips, no one could honestly say what it was that put it there.

It made Chris question.

Did Wesker feel happiness? Did he feel pain and anger on a level that everyone else did? He always seemed so calm and composed, even when yelling at the younger S.T.A.R.S. member about missing paperwork or incorrect files. It almost seemed like the blonde was distant from everything around him.

Then Chris got a glimpse of the human behind Albert Wesker.

After a stressful and busy day at work, Wesker had dismissed the team, staying behind himself to finish things up. He was a strict man and he reigned over S.T.A.R.S. with an iron fist, but he had proven countless times that he wasn't as cruel as he made himself out to be. Distant and cold, yes, but he knew when to let up. Everyone was exhausted and he was willing to let them go home and rest, risking his own relaxation and sleep.

At the time, Chris felt certain Wesker had only done that because he was, in fact, inhuman and didn't need sleep to refuel. But as Jill and Barry moved on, yawning and mumbling their parting words, Chris couldn't help but glance back as the blonde plopped himself down in Jill's seat and started going over paperwork. His movements were still graceful and precise but there was certain weariness to them that let Chris know the man was just as tired as everyone else.

Though it was out of character, Chris made a snap decision and walked over to his desk, sitting down and reaching out for his own file.

"Christopher, what do you think you're doing?"

The brunette looked up to see black shades staring at him from across the room and he couldn't help but give a grin. "I figured I would stay behind and help you finish up, Captain. I still have some energy to spare and it'll help you get home quicker."

He could almost feel the scathing look behind the glasses, but of course he couldn't be sure if it was actually there. "I told everyone to go home. That includes you."

Chris didn't budge, his lips pursing a bit as his blue eyes flickered down to his report. He reached over and grabbed a pen with a muttered, "The least you can do is thank me." Of course he got no response but he felt it a small victory when Wesker didn't tell him to leave again. Scooting forward in his chair, Chris ducked his head and got started on the paperwork, his pen scratching faintly across the paper as he heard Wesker's doing the same. Besides that, things were silent for a long time.

The young S.T.A.R.S. member didn't look up until he heard Jill's chair squeak. What he found nearly made him fall over from shock. Wesker had his sunglasses off, a hand raised to his face as he gently kneaded the bridge of his nose tiredly, eyes shut. Chris couldn't help but stare, pen frozen in his hand until Wesker's eyes flashed open, an icy shade of blue that made the boy shiver.

A perfect eyebrow arched. "Either stop staring and get back to work or go home, Christopher."

That was when Chris realized that his Captain was indeed human. He tired out like everyone else. Even he had a limit; though it was obvious he tried to repress it as much as he could. After that night, Chris found himself admiring Wesker for a lot of reasons. Admiring the strength and determination the man had. The fact that although he always came across as harsh and controlling, he had the best interest of his team at heart. There was something under that cold, hard façade.