Ain't So Far Down
Title: Ain't So Far Down - Chapter 3
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Some bad language, fighting, mentions of underage sex
Universe: Resident Evil Extinction (Some stuff borrowed from RE4 and from games)
Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil or 99.9% of the characters in this story.
I also disclaim any knowledge of since, genetics, vaccines, antibodies, diseases, and all those sorts of things.
Summary: Captured by Umbrella, K-mart and Carlos are forced to create a child who's blood may hold the cure to the T-virus.
Chapter 3
It had to have been at least several hours later when Carlos woke up again. Now he was sure they'd been drugged again, because it was taking him so long to wake up. And it took him just a little extra time to realize that K-mart was on the other side of the bed, with the doctor standing over her.
Instantly he tried to get up, but was pinned by one of the guards. He barred his teeth at the man, now fully awake. “Damn you!” He spat. “Leave her alone!” He snapped, turning back to the doctor. He was thankful that she looked to be fully covered by the blanket.
The man made a few more notes, before closing his flip chart, and looking up at Carlos. “Glad to see your awake.” He smiled. “And honestly, I'm pleased that you treated her so well.”
“Fuck you!” He snapped. He wanted to fight the guard pinning him, and probably could have tossed him, but he could only have tossed him in the general direction of K-mart, and that he would not do.
Of course, the doctor ignored him. “Now, she'll be waking up soon, and really this will be up to her, but out of curiosity, would you like to stay with her?”
Carlos hesitated for a moment. “You'd let me?” He asked slowly, suspiciously.
“Well you are the baby's father.” The doctor drawled.
Carlos froze for a second, and then pushed that thought away, aware he couldn't deal with it. “I'm staying.”
“If she agrees.” The doctor nodded. “Now, will you let me give you a physical while we wait for her to wake up, or do I have to have the guard knock you out?”
Carlos growled, but let the 'doctor' do his 'job'. Fortunately that didn't consist of anything more then taking his pulse, blood pressure, and some flashlight-ness of his eyes.
By the time that was over, K-mart was awake, and had, stubbornly ignoring both the doctor and the guard, managed to get to Carlos' side. The doctor noted, but didn't seem to care one way or another that she was practically demanding Carlos stay.
“We'll have to move you.” He told them. “To a room better for your mental health.” That was directed at K-mart. The man had already made it very clear that the 'baby' was extremely important to Umbrella, or at least to him, and he would do what he needed to to make sure everything went well.
Carlos saw K-mart roll her eyes, and he stifled a smile. She was taking everything pretty well, but he desperately wanted to talk to her without other people around.
“Can we get dressed first?” She asked, when they realized that the doctor meant now.
He inclined his head, then motioned the guard out of the room. They left the door open though, with the guards back to it, though Carlos knew better then to try anything.
They quickly pulled on their clothes, and Carlos already saw the tel-tail signs of K-mart really not being comfortable in his presence. They definitely needed to talk.
Once they were dressed and in the white hallway, the doctor nodded to one of the guards, there were four of them now. “Mr. Olivera, you will go with these two, while Miss...” He paused, waiting for her to fill in her name, though all he got was a raised eyebrow. Shaking his head with a sigh, he relented. “We will go this way.” He nodded in another direction.
“You said we could stay together.” Carlos crossed his arms. No way in hell was he abandoning K-mart right now. Now way in high holy hell.
“You will.” The doctor agreed. “But first you need to get your... things.” He smirked at the word. Most of the people from the convoy had small bags of personal belongings, ones that had been throughly searched when they'd been captured. “And reassure your friends that neither you, or the young lady, are in any danger.”
Carlos caught the almost terrified look that came over K-mart's face, before she turned to look at the ground. It was a feeling he echoed, but he'd deal with it later. “They'll want to see her.” He tried to bargain.
“Too bad.” And at the doctor's nod, the guards were dragging him down the hall.
Carlos had a glimpse more of K-mart, watching him leave, before they were around a corner and out of sight. He decided not to fight, figuring what ever would get him back to K-mart, the better.
He tried to keep track of the twisting hallways, and was fairly certain he had a pretty good idea of where he was, by the time the guards brought him to the cell the others were in.
It was the same basic layout as the other room, but there were benches or cots spread all around. For some insane reason, apparently Umbrella had decided to keep all the rest of the convoy together, possibly thinking that the group of survivors would cause no trouble. Carlos knew they were wrong.
“You have five minutes.” One of the guards said, shoving him into the room, before the door slid close behind him.
“Why is it always five minutes?” Carlos barely had time to mutter, before he was completely surrounded. “Easy!” He held up his hands, waiting until the other six had given him some room. “I gotta grab my stuff, and K... the girls.” He smirked slightly. If she didn't want them knowing her name, then he wasn't gonna be the one that said it.
Claire eyed him warily. “Where is she? Have you seen her? Are you both ok?” The questions were snapped out, and Carlos could see they were ones everyone wanted answers to.
He sighed, knowing this would best be dealt with now rather then later. “She's with... one of their doctors... moving rooms.” He decided to start by just answering the questions. “And yeah, I've seen her. I'm staying with her.” He saw Claire relax slightly at that. “And technically... physically... ah fuck it, no, we're not ok, but neither of us is hurt.” He nodded at Brian who'd handed him his and K-mart's bags. He quickly shouldered both of them.
“What do you mean, what's going on?” Clarie asked, clearly worried about her people.
Carlos sighed. “They think they can create an anti-virus.” He paused, before pushing on. “And they think the best way of doing it is by combining someone in the prime of their antibody making life, the girl, and someone who's been vaccinated, me.”
“Combine?” Chase spoke up, his western drawl barely noticeable. “How they gonna do that?”
“Already did it.” Carlos looked at each of them for a second, before settling on Claire. He didn't clarify, but he saw it when she realized what he meant.
She paled, her mouth opening slightly, and then suddenly she practically tackled him. It took both Brian and Chase to pull her off. “You bastard!” She spat. “You... what? Just fallowed orders?”
Carlos let her vent. “I didn't have a choice.” He said once she'd stopped snarling, and he noticed the others seemed to back Claire up on this one, not that he blamed them at all.
“You didn't have a choice?” She mocked.
“You've seen those things some of them are wearing?” He indicated the red things that a few of the lab people he'd seen had on.
Claire hesitated, and nodded once. “And?”
“They're some sort of neurological suppressor.” He was taking a shot in the dark here, but he'd heard Mikey talk enough that he figured thats what it had to be. “Or something. It takes away your free will. Lets them control you... like they did with Alice.”
Claire, who'd been staring at him disbelievingly, had a dawning look of understanding. As did most of the others. They'd seen when Umbrella had tried to control Alice, and seen how she'd broken that control.
Carlos sighed, looking away. “He gave her the choice.” He voice dropped. “He told her that she could either have me in charge of my own mind or...” He shook his head, thinking back to what he'd heard the man say. “Or if she was 'worried' about how I'd treat her, he could make it so that she couldn't tell that I didn't want it.”
It wasn't until Claire touched his arm that he looked at her again, her face was sad, and guilty. “She kept you in control.” It wasn't really a question, but she stated it anyway.
“She didn't want it to be a lie.” He told her. “She didn't want what I did... how I felt... to be a lie.”
Claire nodded, and seemed ready to let it go, but Chase, who was every bit as big brother to K-mart as Carlos had been, wasn't.
“And, just to be clear, how do you feel?” The look on his face told Carlos that the wrong answer would get him shot, one way or another.
He met the other man's eyes. “Like scum.” He knew that wasn't the answer the man really wanted, but he said it anyway. “Like I'm dirty, and...” He shook his head, looking down before looking back at Chase. “She's my little sister... the one I've needed to protect... I never thought about her like...” Now he did look away. “But she's carrying my child.” His voice had dropped again, and he heard someone gasp.
They'd known what he'd meant, but until he put it like that, they hadn't really thought about it. He hadn't either until the doctor had done the same thing. After a moment he looked back to Chase. “I'll do whatever I need to, whatever I have to, to make her happy, to make sure she knows she's loved.” He waited for the man to nod, before looking back to Claire. “And I damn well am not doing it here!” His voice had dropped to a hissed whisper.
Claire nodded once again. “Don't worry, you wont.” She promised.
Not a moment later, the guards opened the door, and Carlos, after one more nod to his people, walked out to the hallway. He didn't know how they were going to get out of this one, but he hoped that someone figured something out soon.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Some bad language, fighting, mentions of underage sex
Universe: Resident Evil Extinction (Some stuff borrowed from RE4 and from games)
Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil or 99.9% of the characters in this story.
I also disclaim any knowledge of since, genetics, vaccines, antibodies, diseases, and all those sorts of things.
Summary: Captured by Umbrella, K-mart and Carlos are forced to create a child who's blood may hold the cure to the T-virus.
Chapter 3
It had to have been at least several hours later when Carlos woke up again. Now he was sure they'd been drugged again, because it was taking him so long to wake up. And it took him just a little extra time to realize that K-mart was on the other side of the bed, with the doctor standing over her.
Instantly he tried to get up, but was pinned by one of the guards. He barred his teeth at the man, now fully awake. “Damn you!” He spat. “Leave her alone!” He snapped, turning back to the doctor. He was thankful that she looked to be fully covered by the blanket.
The man made a few more notes, before closing his flip chart, and looking up at Carlos. “Glad to see your awake.” He smiled. “And honestly, I'm pleased that you treated her so well.”
“Fuck you!” He snapped. He wanted to fight the guard pinning him, and probably could have tossed him, but he could only have tossed him in the general direction of K-mart, and that he would not do.
Of course, the doctor ignored him. “Now, she'll be waking up soon, and really this will be up to her, but out of curiosity, would you like to stay with her?”
Carlos hesitated for a moment. “You'd let me?” He asked slowly, suspiciously.
“Well you are the baby's father.” The doctor drawled.
Carlos froze for a second, and then pushed that thought away, aware he couldn't deal with it. “I'm staying.”
“If she agrees.” The doctor nodded. “Now, will you let me give you a physical while we wait for her to wake up, or do I have to have the guard knock you out?”
Carlos growled, but let the 'doctor' do his 'job'. Fortunately that didn't consist of anything more then taking his pulse, blood pressure, and some flashlight-ness of his eyes.
By the time that was over, K-mart was awake, and had, stubbornly ignoring both the doctor and the guard, managed to get to Carlos' side. The doctor noted, but didn't seem to care one way or another that she was practically demanding Carlos stay.
“We'll have to move you.” He told them. “To a room better for your mental health.” That was directed at K-mart. The man had already made it very clear that the 'baby' was extremely important to Umbrella, or at least to him, and he would do what he needed to to make sure everything went well.
Carlos saw K-mart roll her eyes, and he stifled a smile. She was taking everything pretty well, but he desperately wanted to talk to her without other people around.
“Can we get dressed first?” She asked, when they realized that the doctor meant now.
He inclined his head, then motioned the guard out of the room. They left the door open though, with the guards back to it, though Carlos knew better then to try anything.
They quickly pulled on their clothes, and Carlos already saw the tel-tail signs of K-mart really not being comfortable in his presence. They definitely needed to talk.
Once they were dressed and in the white hallway, the doctor nodded to one of the guards, there were four of them now. “Mr. Olivera, you will go with these two, while Miss...” He paused, waiting for her to fill in her name, though all he got was a raised eyebrow. Shaking his head with a sigh, he relented. “We will go this way.” He nodded in another direction.
“You said we could stay together.” Carlos crossed his arms. No way in hell was he abandoning K-mart right now. Now way in high holy hell.
“You will.” The doctor agreed. “But first you need to get your... things.” He smirked at the word. Most of the people from the convoy had small bags of personal belongings, ones that had been throughly searched when they'd been captured. “And reassure your friends that neither you, or the young lady, are in any danger.”
Carlos caught the almost terrified look that came over K-mart's face, before she turned to look at the ground. It was a feeling he echoed, but he'd deal with it later. “They'll want to see her.” He tried to bargain.
“Too bad.” And at the doctor's nod, the guards were dragging him down the hall.
Carlos had a glimpse more of K-mart, watching him leave, before they were around a corner and out of sight. He decided not to fight, figuring what ever would get him back to K-mart, the better.
He tried to keep track of the twisting hallways, and was fairly certain he had a pretty good idea of where he was, by the time the guards brought him to the cell the others were in.
It was the same basic layout as the other room, but there were benches or cots spread all around. For some insane reason, apparently Umbrella had decided to keep all the rest of the convoy together, possibly thinking that the group of survivors would cause no trouble. Carlos knew they were wrong.
“You have five minutes.” One of the guards said, shoving him into the room, before the door slid close behind him.
“Why is it always five minutes?” Carlos barely had time to mutter, before he was completely surrounded. “Easy!” He held up his hands, waiting until the other six had given him some room. “I gotta grab my stuff, and K... the girls.” He smirked slightly. If she didn't want them knowing her name, then he wasn't gonna be the one that said it.
Claire eyed him warily. “Where is she? Have you seen her? Are you both ok?” The questions were snapped out, and Carlos could see they were ones everyone wanted answers to.
He sighed, knowing this would best be dealt with now rather then later. “She's with... one of their doctors... moving rooms.” He decided to start by just answering the questions. “And yeah, I've seen her. I'm staying with her.” He saw Claire relax slightly at that. “And technically... physically... ah fuck it, no, we're not ok, but neither of us is hurt.” He nodded at Brian who'd handed him his and K-mart's bags. He quickly shouldered both of them.
“What do you mean, what's going on?” Clarie asked, clearly worried about her people.
Carlos sighed. “They think they can create an anti-virus.” He paused, before pushing on. “And they think the best way of doing it is by combining someone in the prime of their antibody making life, the girl, and someone who's been vaccinated, me.”
“Combine?” Chase spoke up, his western drawl barely noticeable. “How they gonna do that?”
“Already did it.” Carlos looked at each of them for a second, before settling on Claire. He didn't clarify, but he saw it when she realized what he meant.
She paled, her mouth opening slightly, and then suddenly she practically tackled him. It took both Brian and Chase to pull her off. “You bastard!” She spat. “You... what? Just fallowed orders?”
Carlos let her vent. “I didn't have a choice.” He said once she'd stopped snarling, and he noticed the others seemed to back Claire up on this one, not that he blamed them at all.
“You didn't have a choice?” She mocked.
“You've seen those things some of them are wearing?” He indicated the red things that a few of the lab people he'd seen had on.
Claire hesitated, and nodded once. “And?”
“They're some sort of neurological suppressor.” He was taking a shot in the dark here, but he'd heard Mikey talk enough that he figured thats what it had to be. “Or something. It takes away your free will. Lets them control you... like they did with Alice.”
Claire, who'd been staring at him disbelievingly, had a dawning look of understanding. As did most of the others. They'd seen when Umbrella had tried to control Alice, and seen how she'd broken that control.
Carlos sighed, looking away. “He gave her the choice.” He voice dropped. “He told her that she could either have me in charge of my own mind or...” He shook his head, thinking back to what he'd heard the man say. “Or if she was 'worried' about how I'd treat her, he could make it so that she couldn't tell that I didn't want it.”
It wasn't until Claire touched his arm that he looked at her again, her face was sad, and guilty. “She kept you in control.” It wasn't really a question, but she stated it anyway.
“She didn't want it to be a lie.” He told her. “She didn't want what I did... how I felt... to be a lie.”
Claire nodded, and seemed ready to let it go, but Chase, who was every bit as big brother to K-mart as Carlos had been, wasn't.
“And, just to be clear, how do you feel?” The look on his face told Carlos that the wrong answer would get him shot, one way or another.
He met the other man's eyes. “Like scum.” He knew that wasn't the answer the man really wanted, but he said it anyway. “Like I'm dirty, and...” He shook his head, looking down before looking back at Chase. “She's my little sister... the one I've needed to protect... I never thought about her like...” Now he did look away. “But she's carrying my child.” His voice had dropped again, and he heard someone gasp.
They'd known what he'd meant, but until he put it like that, they hadn't really thought about it. He hadn't either until the doctor had done the same thing. After a moment he looked back to Chase. “I'll do whatever I need to, whatever I have to, to make her happy, to make sure she knows she's loved.” He waited for the man to nod, before looking back to Claire. “And I damn well am not doing it here!” His voice had dropped to a hissed whisper.
Claire nodded once again. “Don't worry, you wont.” She promised.
Not a moment later, the guards opened the door, and Carlos, after one more nod to his people, walked out to the hallway. He didn't know how they were going to get out of this one, but he hoped that someone figured something out soon.