Hello there! It's been a while since I've done a fanfiction and I have been working on my book. This idea just popped up in my head one night when listening to Josh Groban and decided, 'why not?' This one has Piers in it and takes place during Chris' campaign but also before Piers as in the BSAA. It's my take on Piers' past as well as some of the characters relationships. There are a few pairings in this one but the main ones are JillXChris and PiersXOC. There may be others down the line but that all depends on where this story goes. I'm rating it mature for language and future violence and sexual content. This is my first fanfiction with sexual content so hopefully I get it right lol.
WARNING: This story WILL HAVE SOME spoilers! So if you haven't played Chris' campaign yet, you've been warned! If you're not a fan of OC pairings then this story is not for you.
As for reviews, I'm not going to beg for them but if you want to tell me what you think and/or you see anything that needs improvement, go right ahead. However, I don't appreciate rude comments so, please, don't review unless you have something that's worth my time to read (I know it comes with the package be posting on the internet but let's all be mature for once).
Other than that, thank you for reading :) Hope you enjoy it!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Resident Evil or Jill Valentine, Piers Nivans, or Chris Redfield. They are owned by Capcom. This story is inpsired by Josh Groban's 'Feel Like Home.'
Prologue
Piers moved his arms out of the way so that the bartender could put the steak he ordered down in front of him. He nodded his thanks and was just about to start enjoying it when the guy next him slammed his empty glass on the bar and ordered the bartender to give him another drink. Piers watched as the young woman sighed and put down the glass she was cleaning. He went back to cutting a bite off his steak. After swallowing the bite, he nodded his approval and looked over at the man, "Hard to find a good steak around here."
The man looked at him.
"Not like back home," Piers said.
The man stared at him for a bit and then looked back at his empty glass.
Piers had traveled to Eastern Europe on a mission to find one man. That man was sitting about two feet away from him. His name was Chris Redfield and he was Piers' captain on the BSAA Alpha team in the North American branch.
Probably thinks I'm weird. After all, it's usually the drunk person that starts talking to random strangers, Piers thought to himself.
The bartender came back with a bottle of what Chris was drinking and poured him half a glass. Piers continued eating his steak as Chris looked at the half empty glass and said, "Fill her up."
"You've had enough," the bartender said.
Piers watched carefully as Chris shook his head, "Listen, sweetheart," Chris said, grabbing the bottle, "You're here to pour drinks and look pretty," Chris started pouring himself more of the alcoholic drink, "So, how about you shut your mouth?"
Just then the bartender grabbed his now full glass and splashed his face, "How about you get the hell out of my bar?"
The bar fell silent for a bit before going back to what they were doing. At that point, Piers was looking straight at Chris, who got up and said, "Nowhere to go."
His steak forgotten and most likely getting cold, Piers sat with his hands level to his face and watched casually as Chris walked behind him.
Another man got up from his seat and reminded him in his native language that the lady asked him to leave. Piers was guessing that Chris had no idea what the man was saying and that was why he walked past him, their shoulders colliding. Piers had a feeling this was going to get ugly, so he prepared himself to intervene if necessary.
"I said she asked you to leave," the man said now in English.
The man grabbed Chris' shoulder. Chris turned around-drinking what was left in the bottle at the same time-and slammed the guy into the table next to them. Piers jumped out of his chair as Chris flipped the bottle upside down and was about to hit the guy on the head. Pier grabbed his arm just in time, making Chris look over at who was interferring.
Piers shook his head in disgust, "Never thought I'd find Chris Redfield wasting away in a shithole like this."
Chris looked at Piers in confusion and then yanked his arm out of his grip and started sitting down, "Who the hell are you?"
My god, he's more wasted than I thought he would be, Piers thought.
Piers pulled up a chair and sat down, "Piers… Piers Nivans."
Chris sighed and waved his hand at him in dismissal, "Never heard of you."
Piers' heart dropped, Oh no. Angie, what do I do?
Collecting himself a little bit, he pulled his phone out of his back pocket and pulled up a picture of a burning city, showing it to Chris, "You heard of this?"
Chris narrowed his eyes, "What is that?"
Piers felt a lump form in his throat, "You really don't remember anything, do you? Bioterrorism."
As soon as Piers said that, Chris moved his head to the side, "Bio…"
Next thing he knew, Chris grabbed the back of his head and winced in pain.
Am I getting through to him now? Piers thought, "You can't hide from your past, Chris, no matter where you go or what you do."
Chris' eyes started showing a hint of fear towards Piers, "Who are you? What is this?"
Piers went from feeling dread to anger. He couldn't believe that his captain put himself in this situation, "Okay," Piers started going through the files on his phone, "You don't remember me? Well how about them?"
Piers showed Chris pictures of four people in list form. The look on Chris' face showed that he thought they looked familiar but he looked away, sadness in his eyes.
"Look," Piers said in a low voice.
When Chris didn't look back at the phone, Piers' anger boiled in his veins and slapped the table as he shot up from his chair, "I said look!"
Startled, Chris looked at Piers' phone. This time, the pictures were flicking through the same four people with the word 'DECEASED' in red letters across them, "Those were your men! Men who died under your command! You owe it to them to remember, Chris! If you walk away now then this was all for nothing!"
Chris slapped Piers' phone away from his face, "Enough!" He rubbed his forehead and grunted in pain.
Piers put his phone away and flopped down in his chair in defeat, "Damn it! Six month of searching for you…" Piers flicked a beer bottle off the table, "…and this is what I find!"
Piers shook his head, Oh, god, Angie. He's gone. What am I going to do?
"BSAA…"
Piers looked over at Chris, who was staring at the patch on his shirt. All at once, Piers' heart started beating faster with hope. He leaned in a little bit and said, "Yeah, it's where you belong. Everyone's waiting."
Chris' eyes widened, "Everyone?"
Piers looked behind him and nodded. Suddenly, majority of the men in the bar stood up and walked to stand behind him. Chris looked at the men in awe as Piers said, "We're taking you back, Captain. One way or another."
Chris' face went from confusion to determination and nodded. He stood up with a straight face and stared at them as if in a far off place. Suddenly Chris keeled out and started vomiting. Piers stared at his captain as the men behind him tried not to join in with Chris. Then, he stood up and faced the group as Chris continued emptying his stomach contents on the bar floor, "Alright, guys, mission accomplished. You can all go report in, I'll take the captain home."
Before Piers even finished his sentence, his team was already out the door. Piers sighed and put a hand on his head, "What am I going to do with them, Angie?"
He turned around and found Chris now sitting in the seat he was in before, holding his head. Piers stepped around the vomit as Chris continued groaning. He went back to the bar and paid his and Chris' tab while apologizing for Chris' behavior.
"Hey!" Chris shouted, Piers helping him out the door, "Don't you have a motorcycle?"
"Yeah, I do. Good thing I drove my truck," Piers said to himself.
"That would've been interesting," Chris said with a drunken smile.
Piers looked at his captain and rolled his eyes before helping him into the passenger seat. He walked around to the driver seat as Chris slumped forward a bit. He turned the engine on and drove away from the bar. Piers wondered how Chris' new wife, Jill, would react. Probably wouldn't be the first time, either. They were about halfway to Chris' place when Chris started dry heaving.
"Oh no, not in my truck! No!" Piers yelled in panic, "Captain!"
Chris covered his mouth, "Pull over."
"We are almost there," Piers said, starting to speed up.
"Either you pull over or it's going on the floor," Chris said, looking sick to his stomach.
Piers shook his head and pulled over, "Shit. Jill is going to be pissed when she sees you like this."
"Oh, God, don't take me there. If you value my life, please, don't take me there. I don't know what's going to happen if I show my face there," Chris slurred his words.
Piers looked at him confused, "It's your home, though."
"Yeah!" Chris shouted, "My home! With my wife there, who I haven't seen or talked to in five months!"
"You didn't tell her where you were going?" Piers asked.
Chris opened the door and leaned over. After about a minute or so, Chris began to vomit again just outside his truck. Piers looked the other way and put a hand over his face, "You better not be getting any of that in my truck."
"Ah, shut the hell up, I'll get it cleaned for you, okay?" Chris said after a pause.
"You better," Piers muttered, "You know how hard it was to find a black Ford F-150 that wasn't all damaged?"
Chris sat straight in the seat and closed the door, "The more you talk about your truck the more I want to puke in it. Oh shit, I'm never going to drink again."
Piers sighed, "Angie, help me not knock this guy out."
"Hey, you're referring to your captain, Lieutenant!" Chris stumbled over his words, "And who is this Angie you keep referring to?" Chris asked.
Piers fell silent and looked around to make sure he could pull away from the curb and continued on their way to Chris' place, "No one you need to be concerned about."
"Whenever we're in a bad situation it's 'Angie, Angie, Angie,'" Chris said.
"Captain, please, I don't want to talk about it," Piers pleaded.
"Well, I do," Chris said.
"Well, you're drunk so even if told you about it, you wouldn't remember," Piers said, trying not to shout.
"So what," Chris said, "I mean, you get snappy when someone asks about her and say her name as if she were some sort of goddess you made up."
Without warning, Piers slammed his hand on the arm rest and snapped, "Well, maybe she is a goddess!"
"See what I mean? See why I'm concerned?" Chris asked, quietly.
"What you going to pull rank on me?" Piers said, Why the hell am I acting like this? He's my captain!
"I will if I have to," Chris said, looking at him. After a short pause Chris leaned in a bit to Piers and continued his sentence, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes on his breath, "But I'm asking you as a friend."
"Moments ago, you wouldn't have remembered that, either," Piers said trying to make his words sound like poison.
Chris shrugged, "I remember now, right?"
Piers glanced over at Chris, trying not to show the tears forming in his eyes, "I can't."
"Yes, you can," Chris said, as they pulled up to his place.
Piers put his truck in park and stared at his steering wheel.
"Come on," Chris said putting a hand on Piers' shoulder as he let out a sob, "No one will know except you, me, and your truck."
"You're so drunk, you're even trying to comfort me," Piers said as he looked at his captain, "Don't make me do this. Even talking about it hurts too much."
"You got to tell someone the whole thing sometime," Chris said, "I promise I won't tell a soul, not even my wife."
Piers covered his face with his hand. After a little bit, Piers nodded his head, "Okay, I'll tell you."
"Good. Now, how long is this going to take? Do we need to sit in couches?" Chris asked, "Because I need a bathroom and I think we'll be safe for now. I don't see Jill's car."
Piers nodded and turned off his engine. "It's a long story. Might as well get comfy."
