Love Never Loved Me By Momiro (www)
Ada Wong bandaged her left shoulder as she mused at television screen in front of her, she had only just received news about the ‘Raccoon City Incident Part 2’ and she drank up the images of the town beginning to ensue into pure, delicious chaos.

“We should be doing something! Umbrella is our fight too… we both have some personal business left in that corporation’s shadow!” came a voice from the kitchen of the women’s apartment.

The Chinese agent pulled her body up off the crimson loveseat, stormy eyes meeting those of who were sharply focused on her from the kitchen’s doorframe. “Speak for yourself, I have no loose ends in need of tying up… love” she said in a purr.

“But… Ada, we need to help… that’s my hometown being torn apart, and the military is debating on whether or not to nuke the city by each round fired from a soldier’s gun”.

“Your point? I had enough trouble just getting you out of Wesker’s grubby hands AFTER the sterilization”.

“Yes, but wouldn’t you say that it was worth it? I mean, look at where we are now…”

“Hmm… let ME do some billing, after I saved you; YOU were the one who guilt-tripped me into us buying a nice flat in England. YOU were the one who seemed always be so shady and always took advantage of my feelings. I put YOU through school, making sure you did well and became a proper citizen, unlike myself… and… you would be on the streets if it wasn’t for me”.

“Oh, this coming from the women who one day just took off, WITHOUT EVEN TELLING ME WHERE YOU WERE GOING, and took the fasted jet to Spain and nearly got killed. Ada, you’re the only women besides my Mother and Claire that I’ve ever felt strongly about! And even after I cook, and clean, and check your guns… you still left me here in tears, soaking in worry!”

“Sherry Birkin… stop arguing with me right now before I decided to jet-set off to some other God-forsaken place and see if I can get myself killed while trying to get money to feed and cloth both of us… got it!?”

The blonde and brown haired girl stopped in her tracks and tears began to form in her hazel eyes, tears seeming to match the blue hue of the room. “Ada Wong… this is probably one of first times I’ve even thought or was going to say something like this; For a girlfriend… you sure have a habit of making me hurt inside” and with that, she ran to the door and grabbed her brown trench coat and pulled it on over her boot-cut, flower designed jeans and off-white turtle neck before slipping on her converse and leaving the apartment, a scarf carefully put on to cover her quivering mouth.

Ada would have loved nothing more in the world then to get up and follow that girl and say sorry to her, but Sherry’s quick leave and the fact that she had had a small run in with the company while going through a few of it’s files in it’s old Paris headquarters; which was now derelict.

While her back was turned and she was looking at some reports on research, some guy in a black hazmat suit snuck into the room and planted a bullet right into the agent’s left shoulder. After that, the women had managed to take down her attacker… but before she could have scanned the body, it had dissolved.

So, there sat the infamous Ada Wong… emotionally brought down by the girl she loved and of course, who would forget, the daughter of the man who had injected himself with the G-Virus and was one of the initial vectors in which infected the defenseless town.

‘I –really- need to get better at this whole ‘relationship thing’’ the agent thought to herself. ‘But, I don’t want to go into the city and have Sherry regret it, the worry would kill her and she can forget it if she thinks she is going in with me… I’m not risking her like that!’

Suddenly, her PDA beeped and she swung her good arm over and picked it up off the coffee table that was between the couch and T.V. Clicking the button to turn the screen on to show… a new message from her usual employer; US-STRATCOM. An agency completely devoted to the destruction of Umbrella and were always trying to think up schemes to de-rail the company for good… but they weren’t doing a very good job of it.

As much as Ada didn’t want to open that perfectly evil message, she had to at least look at it… and she probably had to take it for the money, in british pounds of course. So, without further adu, the women opened up the e-mail system…

Ada took in a breath before opening the attachment, then read what was inside.

٠ Objective One: Reach and Breach Raccoon City
٠ Objective Two: Find Agent Maria Carol
٠ Objective Three: Locate Dr. Cameron
٠ Objective Four: Aquire a sample of Dr. Cameron’s blood and research
٠ Objective Five: Eliminate Dr. Cameron

As the agent read, her left eyebrow lifted in interested… whoever this ‘Dr. Cameron’ was, she obviously was a major threat.

So, without any further questions in her mind… she began to get up and took off the bandage, she smiled. The wound was healed over perfectly; “First aid spray is a body’s best friend” she said with a smirk before getting up with her PDA and opening a screen… from what she could tell, her darling Sherry was at a café not to far from their home.

What could she say, no matter what, Ada always kept some sort of tab on her girlfriend… just in case, or so she told herself.

‘Okay, I’m going to go grab Sher, bring her back here and tell her that I’m going off on another mission… Raccoon can be left out of this conversation otherwise that girl will be at my heels for the entire trip’ the agent thought, running over the plan.

If anything, Ada had learned from her’s and Sherry’s relationship that Sherry will not take no for an answer and that she is willing to go to quite a few extremes… in sort, she was like wildfire. That was probably one of the things that Ms. Wong loved most about her dear Ms. Birkin, but it could get annoying sometimes.

So, without another thought the agent put her black leather jacket on over her black dress pants and crimson shirt and went off to grab girlfriend.

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Sherry Birkin sat at a small table in the corner of ‘The Avalon Café’ as she drank some hot chai tea. Her breath was shaky and her eyes seemed to stare straight through the coffee cup and into her past. From that little speech Ada gave, the girl knew that it was always her fault. Why was it that she kept putting up a shell around her soft and sensitive, emotional core. To make sure Ada Wong didn’t get feed up with her constant need for attention, her emotion instability and to defend herself against the already tough lover of course, why else?

She knew that her girlfriend had had a not-so-great childhood, but was that her fault? No. And frankly losing your psycho-genetic monster of a Father and Mother when they didn’t give a dog’s whistle about you in the first place can pretty much qualify as a bad childhood as well.

It seemed that with every mistake she made Ada’s life got worse and her’s just sank lower… and lower… and lower… and lower… and lower… and lower… and lower… and lower… and low-

“Hello, Ms. Birkin’ said a stern, but strangely familiar voice that shook her from her train of thought and self-pity.

Sherry’s eyes darted up to see a blonde-haired male sit down in front of her… dark glasses shielding the man’s eyes.

Within a split second the girl knew who it was, and the very thought of his identity made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end and her hand let go of her cup. She was speechless… her throat dry, her lips parched and her eyes not even able to blink. Paralyzed.

“Well, nice to see you too, Sherry” said the man, reaching a hand out to caress the girl’s face.

The girl slapped the hand away; “Touch me or say another word and I’ll scream” came her choked voice in a hushed whisper, barely auditable.

“Aww… did I scare you? It’s good to see you still remember me” he answered with a chuckle and smirk.

“That sucks”.

“Oh, and I see you’ve grown very charming”.

“I won’t be so charming when I kick you right in your hairy-”.

A chuckle came from Wesker, cutting Sherry off; “You know, you’re not so threatening without dear old Ada watching your back with a 9 millimeter”.

“You know” started the girl, her voice gaining power and momentum, “I can see you still are such a big dick to make up for the small one you have”.

“It’s not the size that counts; it’s how you use it”.

“Ya, and with your hand in your pants all the time it’s a wonder you can ever hold a gun”.

“Years of practice”.

Sherry had had enough; she got up to leave… but suddenly felt a hand grab her wrist.

“Let.Me.Go!”

“No, you have something I want”.

“If you dare say virginity I swear I’ll-”.

“Don’t flatter yourself… little girl… I want your locket”.

“My locket?” the Sherry spit back, confused.

“Yes, it has something inside that’s very important to me… and I want it, so therefore, I get it”.

“Sorry… Wesky, but I don’t plan on giving it up to someone like you… no matter what it contains!”

“Funny, remember how I rescued you from that -wretched- city… no matter…” the former S.T.A.R.S. got up and with his other hand, reached into his coat and pointed a gun at her from within the shield of his jacket. “I’m getting it whether I need to drive a bullet through your brain or not”.

Sherry’s breath hitched in her throat as she stared down the barrel of the long magnum… frozen in fear…

“I said give me the locket!” the man pushed on, growing both annoyed and impatient.

The gears of Sherry’s mind whirled at top speed and she looked to the table… where cup of hot chai tea lay…

“If I can’t get this thing open…” she began, her hand slowly inching its way to the cup as her eyes stared straight into Wesker’s glasses. “Then you can’t either!” and quick as a flash her free hand twisted around the cup and brought it up… splashing the hot herbal tea into the man’s face.

She then stomped on his foot, his hand releasing; “And this is to give your hands a break!” she screamed, her knee finding its way straight into the man’s grind.

Wesker growled in pain as stumbled back as Sherry ran past him, heading straight outside.

As soon as the girl cleared the door, the glass windows that walled the café shattered around her, bullets from Wesker’s gun whizzing at her, accompanied by glass, as she ran as fast as her body would let her. Screams of those from around her echoing as the female tried to get somewhere safe.

Suddenly as she passed an alley, arms grabbed her and yanked her into the small enclosure, the sound of a large truck covering her cry for help.

Immediately her eyes snapped shut and her hands went in front of her as she began to throw punches at whoever the person was, yelling insults as she did so. Tears streaming down her eyes as she began to cry from fear and depression mixed in the vat of emotion that was her heart.

The two pairs of hands seemed to be able to stop her from fighting and a calming voice came upon her ears as she opened her eyes to reveal a blurry Ada Wong.

As quickly as humanly possible, the girl threw herself upon her lover, crying into the crook of the Chinese agent’s neck, a plethora of things coming out as mixed sounds from her mouth.

“Shh, Sherry calm down, shh!” Ada said lowly, trying to get her girlfriend to settle the hell down.

“W-Wesker… it was Wesker!” Sherry willed herself to spit out.

The agent saw a flash of the man’s face appear in her mind before she shoved Sherry off her and turned to peer around the corner, pistol at the ready. There was no sign of him, but the skillful Ada Wong wasn’t going to take that advantage.

The women ran down to the other end of the alley and signaled a taxi, the first one stopped and then she ran over to where Sherry lay on the floor and took her to the vehicle, shoving her girlfriend and herself into the back.

“Airport. Step on it.” She said clearly, making sure to hide her pistol as she shut the door.

The driver nodded and the yellow-car went off.

“Okay… we’re safe… we’re fine…” she said, talking more to Sherry then to herself. “Sher, you okay?” she then said, but was surprised when she didn’t get a response. “Sher… talk to me” she then spoke again, trying to get a response from the girl, but since her hood had gone up, Ada had no idea what she looked like.

“Sherry!” Ada finally said, agitated, grabbing the girl’s hood and tearing it down before turning her.

The blonde turned, but when she did… she let out a muffled cry.

Her hands were over her mouth, blood coming down her nose as tears fell from here eyes, shaking terribly.

A look of shock came across Ada’s face as she looked at the girl.

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Flashback…

Ada shoved Sherry away, the girl hitting the wall opposite them, her face making first contact as she sunk to the floor, holding her mouth to stop from crying as her lover had commanded her too.

She felt so ashamed, all the anger and depression from her heart and mind seeming to come back as she lay there, scared about what was to happen next. Why wouldn’t Ada be gentle with her… why did she have to throw her into a wall… why did her lover always seem to guilt-trip her… why was she do dumb and Ada so smart… why did she even feel. Something that had become a custom to her was to bottle up her feeling whenever Ada seemed to ‘accidentally’ hurt her. Sherry was getting sick of it and it was making her sick in return. She never ate properly anymore… her eyes always seemed to stare back dull when she looked in the mirror.

Why couldn’t Ada see these things… why couldn’t she understand what she was doing to her! WHY DIDN’T ADA SEEM TO CARE ABOUT HER ANYMORE!

End Flashback…

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‘I’m so ugly…’ thought Sherry, her mind seeming to be working on separate things all at the same time. Her body felt so numb… so hallow… so broken…

“Sher… sweetie…” Ada spoke softly, reaching a hand out to touch the girl’s face, but Sherry reeled away. The agent looked confusingly at her girlfriend… it was only a small noise bleed, she should be fine. As for the bullets, yes, it was scary… but couldn’t she get over it?

Slowly… Sherry felt herself seem to slip away as the cab drove onto the highway, the autumn scenery making her even more sad and lonely…

What was wrong with her… why did life seem to hate her so much… why didn’t Ada see what was wrong… why was she so numb…

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