Well, here's a short one- however, so far, it's my personal favorite. JillxWesker FTW! 8D
This isn't set in an alternate universe, it's just set before all the craziness of the games, back when they were nothing more than an
exceptional team of S.T.A.R.S and average people, who know nothing of Umbrella (except for Wesker, of course ^W^)
Nothing quite like this pairing, I freaking love it. I hope you enjoy this, too.
I walked into the forboding building that looked like a jail- go figure, I'd forgotten my way-too-heavy messenger bag. And, hopefully, the place was
empty. But when it comes to the Raccoon City S.T.A.R.S unit, you never quite know. When I thought that, I smiled a little, thinking about all the
stupid things some of us did together. My boots echoed slightly in the halls, and after a few short minutes of walking though more, I turned to the
room where the cubicles were (paperwork, ugh)- and immediately bumped into something wider and taller than myself. Something and someone I
would have much preferred not to see here, alone. Albert Wesker himself was blocking my way into the office, and I could see my desk just
beyond his arm- and lying on top of the desk was my damned bag. So, so close.
"Uh- Hello, sir, I was just going to get my bag in on my... uh... desk."
And the stupid pauses at the end because I had had looked at his face. Big mistake, as he didn't have his sunglasses and had this really intense
gaze that I just so happened to hate with a passion. I could feel the slight blush building on my cheeks.
"Good evening, Miss Valentine."
He said, inclining his head slightly towards me in a nod. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his torturous ones. My God, that 'Miss Valentine' crap
was getting on my nerves. He'd been captain of the team long freaking enough to call me by my first name, at the very least! And, both
unexpectedly and suddenly, I pulled out of nowhere the courage to tell him that.
"Sir, i- it's Jill."
He looked further down at me, and almost towered me- and I'd thought I wasn't that short.
"What?"
He'd heard me, and was making me repeat it... jackass.
"I said; call me Jill."
I said with as much confidence as I could. However, this guy was no ordinary man, and talking to him was easily as intimidating as talking to a
stadium full of people.
"I'm afraid I can't call you that, Miss Valentine, as you aren't yet even past calling me 'sir'."
My brain was jolted with shock a I digested that- I hadn't taken into account what his opinion on that might be. But then again, how could I just
call him 'Wesker' if all he would call me was 'Miss Valentine' and hardly talked to me other than to tell me something about something to do with
S.T.A.R.S, or other closely related things. It just wasn't that personal. I pointed towards my bag, and we both tried to get through the door at the
same time, stopping about 3 or four times before we just edged past each other, our torsos brushing a bit too closely for my comfort level. I was
suprised when he paused, almost out but facing me- and even more suprised at what he said.
"You see, I always let the lady make the first move." He said, the left corner of his mouth turning up, barely visible. Then he swept away, leaving
me in a state of shock, sideways in the middle of that doorway. Was it just me, or had he meant that... meant that the way I thought he had?
