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Chris jolted awake, eyes darting around, there was something off with his room. He instinctively reached for his gun, frowning when he discovered it was nowhere near him.
The hell?
He knew he put his gun on the nightstand, it shouldn’t have fallen off. His eyes adjusted, and horror dawned as he realized that this wasn’t his room, even if it looked oddly familiar.
How did someone move me in my sleep without me noticing?
He sat up, eyes scanning the room, expecting an enemy to burst in at any moment, finding none, he got out of bed, still tense.
Where's Rose? I hope she’s okay.
He got out of bed, eyes scanning the room, that nagging feeling that this was familiar remaining.
Search the apartment, try and find there’s anyone else.
He turned to the bathroom first, stepping inside and freezing when he caught sight of himself in the mirror. Chris touched the mirror, examining the mirror in shock. He was young again, none of the age nor additional muscle he’d built up over the years.
This must be some kind of dream.
He now realized where he recognized this apartment it was the apartment that he’d left nearly thirty years ago after Arkley mansion.
What year is it?
He paced the bathroom, his mind racing, dream or not, he could at least try to change things.
If I’m back in my apartment it’s anywhere between 1996 and 1998.
He hoped he’d have enough time to change things. He stayed staring at himself before the alarm went off and he cursed.
I probably shouldn’t miss work, it’s important to pretend everything’s normal, and that way I can keep an eye on Wesker.
***
Somehow despite how long it'd been since he’d taken this route he managed to only get slightly lost before arriving at the RPD. In that time he’d learned had two weeks until the mansion incident, meaning he had two weeks to come up with a plan.
I missed this place.
He thought as stepped into the RPD, taking in the familiar sights and people. As he approached the stairs he frowned, noticing that the statue was missing its indentations.
Maybe they haven’t added it yet.
***
Chris never expected to step back into the STARS office after leaving for Europe but here he was, he scanned the room, checking each exit, before accidentally making eye contact with Brad who grinned at him. He shivered, never saw Brad's death, but Jill had told him about it later.
That won’t happen this time, I’ll find a way to stop it.
He started to turn toward his desk, hoping to see if he could get any information-.
“Christopher.”
Chris turned around, his heart sinking as he heard Wesker's voice.
I’d hoped I’d have more time before seeing him again.
“We- Captain Wesker, how can I help you?”
He asked, managing to keep any anger from showing in his tone.
“I need that report on my desk by tonight.”
He nodded.
“I will.”
What was that report? There’s no way I’ll be able to remember it, and now I’m going to have to search my desk for any sign of it!
Chris watched as Wesker turned away, trying to hide his hatred.
I could just shoot him.
No, that wouldn’t do it’d end up in him getting arrested, and he still needed to drop Umbrella.
Besides, shooting him hasn’t always worked, and for all I know it could make things worse.
With that Chris had officially survived his first encounter with Albert Wesker.
It could be worse, I could have flinched or had a flashback when I saw him.
Finally he managed to make it to his desk, and started digging through it.
“Chris how’s your head feeling after last night?”
Chris brightened at Jill’s voice, looking up from his search.
Still so hard to believe either of us looked this young.
“Feeling fine.”
He lied, even if his head was fine he certainly wasn’t.
Did we go drinking last night?
He wished he could remember what had happened last night but it’d been to long.
“I’m jealous.”
“Well we can’t all be that lucky.”
God I hope I’m not messing things up already
***
Chris finally managed to find what he hoped was his report after digging through his desk and internally cursing his past self for not keeping a cleaner desk.
Now all I have to do is try and find out whatever I did that that required a report.
He could ask his coworkers what happened but they’d probably found it weird that he was asking such detailed questions, after several hours of digging he managed to find what appeared to be information on his case, and finished the report.
Finally I can look for any possible information I can find on Umbrella.
He glanced around, hoping no one was watching. He could plausibly pass it off as some research but he didn’t want to risk Wesker seeing it.
***
Chris dropped his head onto his desk, feeling exhausted.
I miss having information at my fingertips.
He’d gotten so used to google and other things to find them that he’d forgotten what the nineties internet was like, and after he had exhausted all of that, he still had to do more of his work.
“Another late night Christopher?”
Chris’s head jolted up at Wesker's voice. He glanced around the office, horror dawning as he realized that he and Wesker were alone.
Stupid stupid stupid, you should have paid better attention!
It was probably because he’d been lulled into a false sense of security.
“I can order some dinner seeing as we’re both staying late.”
Yeah I’d rather die
Chris knew what Wesker was trying to set up and he couldn’t stomach it, not anymore.
“Actually I’m almost done, and I have plans tonight.”
Weskers face darkened for moment.
“With who?”
With a note pad to try and tight down everything I remember about your plans!
“Someone I used to know whose important to me.”
He was technically lying, he finished the last bit of work and stood up stretching heading toward the door.
“And who would that be?”
He glanced back at the door.
“Nobody you would know, I’ll see you in the morning.”
With that he closed the door.