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“Am I supposed to train against you?” Piers looked towards the other man with a concerned expression on his face. How well could a scientist behave in combat against a trained soldier that was now part BOW that could shoot electricity from his right hand? “I don’t even remember how I survived, Tanner. I mean, the last thing I remember was attacking the monster that was going after Chris and then everything started to explode. I don’t remember anything else after that.” The thought of his spinal cord being out of his body made him shiver, Piers biting his bottom lip somewhat disgusted with the whole mental image, even if he had seen far worse in his life. “I have no words to thank you. You did more for me than I’ll be possibly able to repay. Thank you… Tanner. If I’m alive right now and feeling more human than six months back, I owe it to you. Even if there’s no chances for me to getting my old life back, I’m still thankful for being able to make a difference. No matter how small.”
Tanner laughed when the other said that. “Don’t say it like that. I’m one of the survivors of the Raccoon City incident, so don’t think I’m just a weak little scientist looking for a body guard.” He chuckled as he shook his head. “And there’s nothing to repay. As long as you don’t put all my hardwork to shame and end up being killed, that’s all the repayment I need.” He said, even though there was a blush sliding onto hsi cheeks at the other man’s compliments.
“Nice to meet you, Tanner. And thank you again. For…” Piers sighed and looked towards the man’s cerulean eyes. “For everything.” The man’s speech reminded him of Chris. The confident tone, the smile –even if Chris rarely smiled- and the support. All bittersweet memories from a life he could never go back to. His life was about to begin anew. A new Piers. The old one died in that ocean. Victim of an explosion. It would be better that way. Chris wouldn’t suffer for him anymore. What would he do if he even came back? “Sir… when will I be cleared to leave the bed? I’m not the kind of person who likes to lay down for long periods of time.”
"Well naturally, the virus is helping your tissue regenerate a lot more faster. Personally, I’d like to let you rest at least one more day that way if we start your training there won’t be anything holding you back." He nodded his head. "Plus, you still have some minor burns on your back. When I first bought you back here, I was surprised that you were even still alive. I could practically see your spinal chord." He shivered at the image. "They should be gone by tomorrow. I gave you an anesthetic for them so that way you wouldn’t feel them right now." He said with a nod of his head.
"Stop! Give me those papers back!" Tanner yelled as he ran through the Umbrella laboratory, a gun in his hand as he chased the intruder.
“I’ll do that. Once I find myself once more, this collar will return to you, Sir. I… I still have no words to thank you for what you’ve done. You saved a complete stranger even knowing that I was a BSAA soldier. You managed to find a way to help me return to a more human form. You’re lighting my spirit even tough I have no idea how to process everything that happened.” Piers shook his head and looked at the phoenix carved collar in his hand. It was indeed beautiful. Nothing extraordinary but he had grown to appreciate the simple things in life. “Sir… I still don’t know your name and you did saved my life.”
"The name’s Tanner." Tanner said, nodding at the other. "Some people call me Doctor Millay…But I’m not sure I can be considered much of a scientists or a Doctor right now." He chuckled and shook his head, wondering what things would be like if he had had a different life. Would he still be with Umbrella? "And it’s nothing. Why loose any more people in the world?" He said with a shrug. Even thought he appeared aloof and straight faced, the man’s words warmed his heart. It was nice having someone who could possibly be a friend.
Piers looked at the scientist with a bewildered look. His hazel eyes focused on the other man’s as he opened his mouth to reply even if no word came out of it. Even the pat of the cheek –which made him seek the other’s contact further, nuzzling his face against the soft hand caressing it- was enough to keep the soldier quiet. Silent. Surprised. Find out who he was again. Like when he was a teenager. “I was a hormonal teenager, Sir.” He swallowed hard and moved his eyes from the man to his lap again, shaking his head at the memories of his past life. “It wouldn’t be good for me to pass through something like that again.” But the necklace… a carved phoenix. Hand made. And the meaning… Piers was in shock and quickly shook his head, closing his good hand around the scientist’s hand. He couldn’t accept that. It was something that belonged to the other. Something special to him. “I… I can’t accept that, Sir. I… that belongs to you.”
Tanner couldn’t help it, he chuckled lightly when the other man was speechless. He waited for him to get his thoughts together, and started to full out laugh when the other said he was a hormonal teenager. He couldn’t help but wish they had met under different circumstances. The odd that this attract soldier being gay was rather low, and the odds that he would end up finding Tanner of all people was just practically non-existent. “And the antibodies where mine also, but I still gave them to you.” He said with a smirk. “And keep it. I’m not the one who needs it. Stay alive long enough and find out who you are and then return it to me if you wish.” He said with a shrug.
“I was a soldier, sir. I don’t even know what I am anymore.” Piers allowed his hand to fall lifeless against the mattress of the bed, lowering his eyes in order to avoid eye contact with the doctor. Those blue eyes made his throat dry. Almost like he could see right into his soul, just like Chris used to do. Disturbing to say the least… but he had also admired that capacity from his captain. He couldn’t lie to Chris and by the looks of it, he couldn’t lie to the man who saved his life. “I don’t even feel human anymore, you know? Things like a normal life and fall in love and get married are now just dreams. Things that I’ll never be able to do because… I’m not human. I don’t feel human.”
Tanner sighed when the other said that and put his hand on the man’s shoulder. “You want to know what you are? You’re Piers Nivans, deceased soldier who was strong as hell. You think I’m gonna let you sit around here and mope?” He asked, patting the man’s cheek playfully. “Fine, you don’t know who you are? Find out who you are. Think of it as puberty all over again.” The scientist said as he brought back a small item, a necklace with a Phoenix on it. “Take it. I hand made it. I’ve always kept it with me to remember that no matter how much stuff I loose, I’ll always be reborned stronger. Just like the phonix from the ashes.”
Piers remained silent as he heard the man’s instructions. He did had a point –yet another one- regarding the fact that he needed training. He had lost his arm and got a monstrous, spiked and bulbous thing in it’s place. Even if had been for no more than 30 minutes, he could still remember how it felt. The power than ran through his body was mind-blowing… but in return, he felt less and less human the more time it passed. “Sir…” The soldier reached out for the doctor’s hand, looking towards him with a concerned look on his face. He was needed and the man trusted him enough to put his life in his hands. Just like Chris had done in the past. “Is there any chance of… me losing control and become a monster again? If… If I lose it, I want you to kill me.” It took more effort than he was expecting to bring the doctor’s hand to his head, pointing the other’s index finger between his eyes. “Right here. No matter how powerful the BOW’s are, a direct hit to their head will kill them. And if I get a tentacle of the sorts bursting out from the place where there used to be a head… set me on fire. Lock me up. I don’t want to live if… if I become one of those things, Sir.”
Tanner listened to the other, and nodded his head. “Well, it’s a good thing that won’t be happening.” He said, smiling at the man for the first time. “The blue pill also combats the virus and puts it in a less active state, even if it activates. So as long as I’m alive and making those pills, you’re safe.” He said, pulling his hand away from the man’s head. “Besides, I thought you were a soldier?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. “Do soldiers give up that easily?”
“Sir, I couldn’t do that. Three generations of my family had been into the military. I was born and raised in Texas but everything I wanted was to follow my father and grand-father’s footsteps. I couldn’t be normal even if I wanted. After all I saw and did?” Piers shrugged and turned his eyes way, now thinking about the possibility of meeting with his former colleges. BSAA soldiers. If that happened, how would he react? What would he do? He knew he could kill them easily. He was a trainer sniper and a damn good one. But those were his friends. His comrades. What if he hesitated? “I’ll just have to make sure I won’t kill any of them. I might help you with whatever you want but I’m not killing my friends. No killings. That’s my condition.” As the doctor moved around the small white room, Piers followed him with his eyes. What if he ran into Chris? What would he do then? Would he shoot? No. He would never be able to shoot his captain. Reason with him maybe… “A mask?” Taking the pills, Piers swallowed them with a good portion of water, thinking on how he would look with a mask rather than on the slight chance of meeting with Chris. “I don’t like playing dress up, Sir… but I guess I have no other option if I want to stay dead. Unfortunately.”
"We could do a hoodie or something if you think that’ll make you feel more comfortable?" He offered to the other. "I just figured that might get in the way of your shots." He said with a shrug. "And alright…But we’re not going to do anything until your fully recovered. I’ll run a few recons within those days, look to see what we need to keep an eye out for, and whenever you get better we’ll start your training." He said. "Your arm…It heals, but whenever you’re threatened if you allow yourself to panic it’ll come back out." He told the other. "I want to train you both with and without the arm. I’m putting my life in your hands, after all. And trust me, for a survivalist like me that says a lot." He chuckled as he leaned against the man’s bed.