A.N. – I just want to let everyone know that when I wrote this, I didn't have a clue to when Chris shows up to save his sister in Antarctica, so forgive me if it's not really canon or anything like that.

Disclaimer-I don't even know why I have to say this but I only own the story, shit I don't even own the story, except for tiny bits here and there. Everything else belongs to Capcom, Universal Pictures Studiocanal and Working Title.

(Sentences in Italics usually mean thoughts.)

Prologue

Chris lifted the cup to his mouth, the smell of beer rising to his nose. After taking a sip he place the cup back down on the table and returned to thinking about his life six months ago…

November 18, 2002

He had hit an all time low in his life. It had been about four years ago that he moved to the Britain to do research on Umbrella. Up till then he had found nothing. Apparently, Umbrella had heard about what happened at the Spencer Estate Mansion and what happened in the months that followed. Umbrella seemed to be scrambling to make sure nothing leaked out. Even with the help of Chris' old college buddy, Pete, he barely found anything.

Chris had met Pete back in the U.S. in college, sometime before joining the Special Tactics and Rescue Squad (S.T.A.R.S.). Pete was from Britain. He was a well built man; tall, about six foot. Black hair topped off his head and obviously, he was white. Chris saw him as a nice guy; occasionally he was quite friendly, having let Chris move in his house. It was a good arrangement; Pete, after signing with Umbrella had bought his own house, therefore, Umbrella couldn't do too much if Pete, or anyone else, was on his own property. It also gave Chris a place to stay since Chris didn't really know where to go. And, after hearing the atrocities committed, Pete willingly agreed to crush Umbrella.

Having big dreams, and good tastes, Pete had returned home after college seeking a job with Umbrella. The job wasn't that high up, but it was good enough for Pete, just so that he could say he worked for the "infamous" Umbrella Inc. At least he was closer to having that giant house on the country side, full of hookers… As a college student there wasn't too much on his mind besides being rich and screwing. Even after college he still wished he had that pimp cane and gaggle of hoes. But, being a loyal friend, he vowed himself to helping Chris first. But that was four years ago.

Even though they were good friends, Pete was growing tired of Chris' presence. Four years ago, when Chris moved in, Chris had promised that he wouldn't stay for too long and that he would eventually get his own place, obviously he hadn't moved out yet. Pete was also growing tired of Chris pestering him for documents that would take weeks to get a hold of. There were so many other things that Chris did, and Chris new it. That's why, shortly after moving in, Chris applied to a small electronics shop. In the four years he had become assistant manager. It was something he should've been proud of. But there was still one big thing fueling his depression.

Jill. He had felt terrible, leaving her behind. The first year had been confident that she had made it out; she was a strong woman, capable of taking care of herself. But as time passed, his hope dwindled until, at last, he submitted to his own fears and took in the belief that she had, in fact died. It wasn't until about a week later that his life decided to turn around.

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November 23, 2002

Chris had been at the back of the store, attempting to sell to a potential customer. This person kept pulling ridiculous questions, questions that strained Chris' ability to be a salesman. Why can't they just take my word for it? ding The bell on the front door rang signaling a customer had just entered. He couldn't see, but could hear her. Hmm…sounds alright. Nice voice kinda…familiar…

Chris had a sudden thought. What if…? "I'll be right back," he notified the customer. As he moved to the front he could hear one of the younger salesmen talking –no, flirting –with her. Chris shook his head; he could tell by the way she spoke that this woman was only interested in the electronics. Sad. Chris smirked. Chris came out behind the woman and quietly studied her. She was beautiful, from what he could tell from her backside anyway. He watched the way she moved and listened to the way she spoke, all the while a feeling in his gut growing bigger. Come on, say something!

"How is everything, Chuck?" Chris asked, not so much to ask Chuck, but to gain the woman's attention. And as he hoped she spun around to meet him.

His heart stopped. "Jill…" There was a silence between the two of them as Chris struggled to find the right words; the only sound was a radio that was playing somewhere in the store. So far the best things he came up with was, "Are you ok-"

She cut him off, embracing him and burying her head into his shoulder. Chris, after being surprised, put his arm around her waist and held her.

"Don't…ever…leave again, understand?" she said, looking up at him with tears in her eyes. Chris nodded, "Yeah." What's wrong with me? It was the best he could think of. Somewhere in the store the song "Reunited" began playing. They let go and Chris stared of towards the music.

"Kinda, coincidental, huh," Chris offered.

Jill nodded, "Just a little bit."

"Wait, you yanks know each other," asked a dumbfounded Chuck.

"Uh, yeah. We just haven't seen each other in awhile."

"Obviously," Chuck said dubiously.

Chris looked at his watch. "So, you hungry Jill? Lunch is on me," Chris suggested.

"Sure," Jill answered, smiling. Locking arms, the two walked out headed towards a small café, leaving a stunned chuck behind.

The moment the two sat down, they began to discuss everything that had occurred in their lives over the past four years. Jill had obviously survived Raccoon City and had actually been living in Britain for a little more than a year having rented a "flat" a few "kilometers" from Chris.

"So you're doin alright for yourself," Chris commented.

Since then they engaged in the relationship they never started before, going out all the way to this day…

"Chris…"

"Yeah," Chris now focused on Jill.

"So do see what I'm saying…"

A.N. Alright let me no what you think, good and bad. I don't want just this one sentence stuff i want to know why it's bad/good. And if you've never heard the song "Reunited", you should, it's a funny song.