Chapter: 1
A/N: This is just a story idea I'm trying out. It may have a sequel, hell even a trilogy or it may not even finish. Please be aware I'm busy with school and work and I'll try my best to update this story but reality is the first priority. As always, enjoy.
"Please don't tell me you're really going to wear that tomorrow." Claire bit out, spying her brothers gear placed on his shoulders. BSAA stamped clearly onto his shoulder and he looked as if he could fill in the heavy armor a bit more, his usual sturdy stature looked meekly in the clothing that surrounded him.
"Claire it's the policy. I have to wear this." He spied himself in the full body mirror, turning every inch to examine his figure.
"You're going to work, not war for gods sake." His white smile appeared and he turned around for an explanation.
"I just have to present the armor to HQ and after you can dress me up as much as you'd want." He removed the bullet proof vest and threw it into the couch next to Claire. "Besides I look damn good in it."
"You look anorexic in the suit." Claire snorted, turning Chris into a deep crimson red.
"Whatever red head."
"You know, a lot of people would die to have the same red hair as I do." Claire simply said, clearly unfazed by the older brothers attempt to feign her emotions, making Chris stomped away shutting the bedroom door behind him.
Life changed for the Redfield's since the Rockfort Island and Antarctica incident; it's been less of a hassle to get around without paranoia creeping through their minds. Sleep got a little easier over the night and soon enough they didn't have to leave the lights on during the night. Chris finally was able to create a way to prevent bioterrorism from coming into their lives again, creating the BSAA with the help of Jill and Clive. Their non profit organization wasn't all that great but everyone saw Chris light up every time he got a chance to talk about his small business. It warmed everyone's hearts after the cold realities of the world came into their lives, and this was just one of the many things Claire enjoyed seeing her brother do.
"Alright Claire since I'm leaving for the week, I want you to keep an eye on the house." Claire turned abruptly around to see her brother walking toward the bathroom. Although Claire was getting better at living her life, she still couldn't help but get worried when her brother was away. A lot of scenarios played out in her head when there was separation, the thought of her older brother gone for extended period of time made her heart ache, even if it was only for a week. The most they had gone with out seeing each other since Antarctica was 3 days.
"Wait, why? I don't remember you saying anything about going away for a week."
"Me either, but apparently Clive said we have to go check something out in Europe. I'll have Jill check on you." Claire's eyebrows furrowed in confusion and stared at her brother with a blank expression. Jill was his partner always and it struck her odd that, on a foriegn trip, he was chosen to go with a new operative.
"You're not going with Jill?"
"No Jessica's coming." Claire thinned her lips at the mention of her name. Chris went back into his room to finish packing.
"You know, I don't like that Jessica girl that much." Chris poked his head out at the sound of Claire's voice and gave a confused shake of his head.
"Why not?"
"She has bad vibes written across her ass." Claire grumbled going toward the kitchen to clean the table, throwing away Chris's half eaten sandwich. She heard Chris only laugh and then the door shut.
The next morning Claire awoke to the sound of footsteps. Sitting up straight awaiting for the impending shadow in the slit of the bottom of the door, she waited anxiously, the bead of sweat falling down from her forehead to her chin. The doorknob turned and Claire tensed, ready to swing if it was an intruder.
Spotting the familiar brown spiked hair of her brother she sighed in relief, his finger flicking the light switches on.
"Are you awake?" He whispered, noticing her burgundy red hair piled in different directions.
"Now I am." She grumbled sinking back into her mattress in defeat.
"I just came to say bye." He smiled and turned the lights off again.
"Call me if you need anything, okay Claire?"
"Okay, love you." Claire muffled into her pillow nearing unconsciousness. He laughed again and left the room, leaving his younger sister lost in her own dreams for the week
A/N: Tell me what you think! R&R and vote! Chapter 2 should be up soon :).