Title: Finding Evil: Part Five.

Author: quew

See part one for disclaimer, classification and archiving info.

Warning: Is a crossover with the first Resident Evil game, so please do not read if easily offended by blood, gore and scary monsters. Also contains relatively frequent swearing.

Rating: Nc-17 overall, but parts vary.

Notes: Coincidences. Don't knock 'em, man ;)

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Hanson swam back to consciousness slowly, pain swamping her as she became aware of her body and its surroundings.

'What were you thinking?!' Someone was shouting.

'Have you seen what's out there!' Someone else replied. 'She could have been a zombie!'

Hanson realised that she was lying horizontally, her head on someone's knees.

'But she wasn't! You should have waited!'

'You should have given us some warning!' The voices became discernible as female, and Hanson became aware of someone stroking her hair.

'What if it had been zombies in here? What would you have done, knocked and popped your head round the door? "Oh, excuse me Mr. Undead Killer, do you mind if we pass through? No? How kind!"' the first voice said sarcastically.

'Look, it was a mistake and no-one's seriously hurt, so why don't we all just calm down?' A male voice interjected.

'I agree,' a voice said, right above her head. 'Everyone's on edge.'

'Who are you three anyway? Those two look like scientists, what the hell are scientists doing in a country house in the middle of no-where?'

'That's not the issue,' the male voice said, 'we have to get out of here.'

She finally opened her eyes and a face swam into view directly above her. Her head was resting on Kathy's knees, but the other woman wasn't looking at her, instead looking off to her left at something else. She tried to sit and immediately felt hands help her.

'You're awake!' Kathryn said, helping her sit upright.

When she was sitting, she looked around the room. She saw a blonde haired woman leaning against the wall, a man slumped down by her feet idly scratching his leg and another man who gave her a wide smile, which she hesitantly returned. Then she saw the two women who were arguing. One of them was the woman from the lift, the other was someone she didn't recognise with dark, almost black hair and caramel coloured skin. They were roughly the same height, and at that moment they were dangerously close to one another, getting right in each others face.

The other woman turned, looking at the scientist. 'I'm glad you're awake,' she said, the argumentative expression falling from her face and her chocolate brown eyes turning warm and sincere. Hanson looked into those eyes and for a moment forgot to acknowledge the apology.

'Thank you,' she stuttered, smiling slightly. 'What happened?'

'She shot you!' the other woman exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air.

'It was a mistake!'

'You're just some trigger happy soldier with meat for brains!' The first woman snapped. 'Shoot first, ask questions later!'

'What the fuck did you just call me??' The dark haired woman screeched, her anger seeming to reach new levels. 'At least I don't look like I clean toilets for a living!' She said, pointing at the other's overalls. 'At least I do something worth doing!'

'Right, that's it!' The woman almost threw her chainsaw down, undoing the front of her overalls down to her middle and tying the arms around her waist to reveal sun-bronzed arms, lean and strong. She was wearing a stained white vest that clung to her flat stomach. 'C'mon!'

She lunged forward and the other woman side-stepped, throwing off her protective jacket to reveal a tight-fitting green T. They were about to leap on each other and start fighting outright when Kathryn and the sandy blonde haired man stepped forward. Kathryn fought to get a grip on the woman's slick skin as the brunette wriggled like a fish in her grasp.

'This is neither the time nor the place!' She said as the man managed to grab the other woman. 'We have bigger things to worry about!'

'She's right boss!' The man said. As if on cue, the ever present moaning from the hallway outside increased, bringing all of them back to the situation at hand.

When he was sure they were not going to rip each other apart, the blonde man approached Hanson, a swagger in his step as if to say 'look what I did.' He knelt down nest to her and gave her what she assumed he thought was a friendly smile.

'How are you feeling?' He asked, placing a hand on her knee

'Okay, I think,' she replied honestly. She did feel okay, apart from a stinging tightness that encompassed the upper half of her right arm.

'The bullet just grazed you,' he said. 'I was able to patch you up good as new.' He stuck out a hand that she reluctantly took.

'Tom Paris, lead field medic, S.T.A.R.S Delta team,' he said.

'Annika Hanson,' she said, gently taking her hand back from the leering man's clammy grip.

'Annika, that's an unusual and may I say, very pretty name,' he said.

Suddenly a hand grabbed his shoulder, hefting him upright. 'I hardly think this is time for hitting on pretty women, Paris,' the woman dark haired woman snarled.

He moved away, mumbling something under his breath and the woman watched him go. Then she turned back to the scientist, kneeling down like Paris had done moments before.

'I really am sorry,' she said, her voice low and meant for Hanson's ears only.

'I know. I believed you the first time,' Annika said, smiling slightly.

'I'm Lanna Torres, leader of S.T.A.R.S Delta team,' she said, offering her hand.

Hanson slipped her hand into the other woman's, marvelling at the feeling of warmth her skin gave off. She tightened her grip a little, feeling the calluses on Lanna's palm rub against the sensitive skin of her own. Wasn't she supposed to say something? Oh, yeah, her name.

'Annika Hanson, and that's Kathryn Janeway,' she said, pointing at Kathy. Looking up, she allowed her cornflower blue eyes to rest on Lanna's brown ones and felt the corners of her mouth turn upward as she caught Lanna's gaze resting on her lips. Feeling a blush colour her cheeks, she suddenly realised they weren't actually shaking hands, just holding them. She quickly started moving their hands up and down before anyone else noticed.

She looked up to see if anyone had and saw Kathryn watching the other woman, who was staring almost sulkily at the back of Lanna's head. Feeling eyes on her, Kathy looked around guiltily and found Hanson smiling at her.

Turning her gaze back to Lanna, Hanson's smile widened.

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As soon as she'd pulled the trigger, Torres had known something wasn't right. She'd hit the woman's arm and blood had spurted out, spraying over the floor.

For a moment, everyone had frozen, and then an angry shout came from somewhere on the other side of the door. An irate looking woman wearing filthy green overalls and carrying, of all things, a chainsaw, had leapt through the door, rounding on the assembled team members.

A third woman had followed, her face pale as she saw her fallen companion. Paris had moved forward then, quickly tending to the woman she'd shot, who'd passed out from shock.

She'd looked at the woman's face as he'd worked, vaguely hearing Sam trying to calm down the chainsaw wielder, and couldn't believe what she'd done. The woman's face was…beautiful, with full lips and blonde hair that looked soft even though it was streaked with dirt.

Shaking her head, she dispelled those thoughts and suddenly found an irate brunette in her face. After the ensuing argument and near fistfight, she'd seen Paris sliming all over the blonde woman and she'd lost her already enflamed temper.

Once the rat was dealt with, she'd knelt down and apologised once more. The smile the blonde had given her was enough to dispel her anger at the lecherous medic completely, and she held out a hand.

'I'm Lanna Torres, leader of S.T.A.R.S Delta team,' she said.

The blonde had reached out and slipped her larger but more delicate hand into Lanna's, wrapping long fingers around the other woman's strong hand and squeezing slightly.

Lanna couldn't believe how soft the other woman's skin felt, and she let her gaze slide down to the blondes lips, wondering how soft they were when the other woman said her name. 'Annika Hanson, and that's Kathryn Janeway,' she said, pointing toward her companion.

Lanna realised the woman was looking at her and she ripped her eyes away from Annika's lips guiltily, feeling like she'd been caught…well, doing something Paris would have done. What's got into me? She thought.

Thankfully, Annika was smiling at her, her full lips parted slightly to reveal even white teeth. She couldn't help but return it as Annika started their hands moving up and down. They hadn't been doing that before?

She vaguely heard movement behind her as they continued to look at each, and voices filtered through her consciousness. Say something! Her brain supplied, At this rate she'd really is going to think you have meat for brains! The voice said as they continued to shake hands.

'I…' she said, but then a commotion from behind her made her turn around.

Chapman had collapsed.

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