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J.L.: If there has been one good thing that has come of RE:5, it has been the sudden explosion in new C/J fanfics and renewed interest older ones. I myself have probably spent more time reading fanfics that even attempting to update my own, and for that, that makes me a little proud. However, since beating RE:5 and listening to a certain podcast (thanks to girlinblue) I've been wanting to come up with my own conclusion to the series. Not saying that I believe it's over, but I believe that Chris and Jill's involvement is over now, and that it'll be Claire/Rebecca/Billy/Leon/other characters turn to the finish line batting. Anyways, I think it's safe to stop slapping "SPOILER ALERT!" on the summaries now, the game's been out long enough. So, without further adieu, it's time for me to cash in on the resuscitation of RE c/j'em.
BSAA West African HQ Mere hours after the mission has been completed:
A hand on my shoulder shook me awake from the ride back and I lazily opened my eyes, seeing that it was Chris. I smiled, still groggy and still so tired, but managed to stand up and exit the vehicle. Sheva and Josh started off towards the shower that would undoubtedly be needed to clean the muck and grime caked up on them. I was quickly becoming aware of my own stench, but it paled in comparison to Chris's. Looking over at him, I saw that he was peeling his vests and holsters off himself, sweat slicked and probably a biohazard by themselves.
"What?" He asked as I continued to smile at the smelliest man around.
"You might want to grab a shower." I suggested. He rolled his eyes and peeled off his shirt, torn and ripped from the various engagements with the enemy. Including the nice rip my boots tore when I-no, stop it, don't you dare even start thinking like that. I turned away and started towards the showers myself, eager to get out of the ridiculous streamlined suit I had been forced to wear. Eyes were locked on me, following my every step. Probably wondering who I am…it's not the North American division, where everyone would think they were seeing a ghost. It was Josh who was holding open the door for me, apparently finished with his shower already.
"Gamma Team's going out to help Quarantine Kijuju, and they're a pilot short." Josh explained as I paused in front of him.
"Be careful." I spoke and continued into the showers, where hot steam was rising from one stall; probably the one Sheva was in. I chose the stall two stalls down from hers, still playing it carefully around her. She knows it's not your fault, she's forgiven you already. Stripping off the disgusting suit, I let the hot water hit me, and started cleaning up the wounds left over from the P30 dispenser. There was a knock on my stall door, and I stepped turned around to open the door slightly, maintaining my figure behind the cover of the door. It was Chris, and he had clothes in his arms.
"I thought you might want something a bit more comfortable…they might be a bit big, but Sheva's almost your size." He offered. I took them with one hand and set them down next to the bench beside me where my former suit lay. Chris was still there.
"I'm okay, I promise." I spoke. He nodded.
"I'll meet you outside, no sightseeing." He said. I nodded and returned to my shower after shutting the door.
Minutes Later:
Refreshed and much more comfortable than I had been the last two years, I continued to lean against the shower house wall. Sheva was leaning against the wall next to me at my invitation, just enjoying the cool light breeze that drifted through the shower house.
"I'm sure we'll get you better fitting clothes…" Sheva commented. I smiled, the tank top with the WA BSAA logo on the chest and the loose cargoes providing me a small comfort.
"What perfume do you use? This scent's sweet." I remarked.
"White Jasmine." Sheva smiled.
"Ah." I managed to reply and silence befell us. Sheva had been very kind towards me, and I was beginning to see why Chris trusted her.
"So…what will you do now?" Sheva asked.
"Honestly, I haven't thought that far ahead…I suppose I'll have to figure out whether Chris carried out my will or not…" I spoke softly, trying to not call too much attention to the fact Chris and I had been great friends well before this. After all, he could have a misses by now… Sheva nodded in agreement.
"Well, take it easy from now on. You had him obsessing over you when he saw a picture of you from a data disk we recovered." She advised.
"I heard. Excella made sure to drive that point." I spoke bitterly. Wesker left it completely up to her about informing me what was happening with Chris and Sheva. Chris's shower shut off.
"Looks like he's finished." Sheva commented.
"Did you need to talk with him in private?" I asked. Sheva's smiled brightly, turning to leave but rested a hand on my shoulder.
"I think I just understood why you've been…friends…for a long time. Tell him I'll catch up to him later, you two need to talk more than I need to tell him about joining in clean up duties." She laughed and walked out. I perked an eyebrow at her and groaned. Great….when an almost complete stranger makes a call like that…Pinching the bridge of my nose, I closed my eyes for a while.
"No sleeping here." Chris's voice called out. I opened my eyes to see him were light fatigues that would have subjected a jog was in order. I hope that's not the case, I really could use with some sleep.
"I-um…my will?" I asked.
"Sorry…" He apologized. I grimaced a bit. Starting from scratch…
"It's alright, I'll manage." I replied. Chris leaned up against the wall next to me.
"You sure you'll be alright?" He asked.
"Yeah, just some good rest and a couple of weeks, I'll be back up on my feet. Thank you." I answered. He shrugged.
"I think we're even now…" He said. Silence, one far more tedious than that with Sheva, took place.
"So…" I started, trying to initiate something.
"Move in with me." He said. I raised my gaze to him, slightly shocked. "Just until you can get your own place..." He continued to offer, sliding his hands into his pockets.
"Is there room?" I asked, knowing full well that though it may seem like I was going to be bumming off Chris, it was my best chance. I also had to test his marital status, just to see what toes I would be stepping.
"Yes, Claire's been travelling more and more for her company, so her room is available." Chris answered. I nodded, still unsure of what to think.
"Thank you." I responded. Silence struck again. What can I say though? What can I say to a man who…
"I'm just really glad you are alive, Jill. Don't ever do something like that again." Chris commanded. I rolled my eyes and smirked up at him.
"Don't think I'll get the chance. The BSAA probably has Sheva lined up as your partner from now on." I pointed out. I'm not entirely sure if I mind that too much…I've got two years of my life that I'll never be able to get back…
"Not really. If you came back…" He hinted. I pushed myself off the wall, a lock of blonde hair falling into my face.
"I don't think I will Chris. I'm getting too old for this kind of stuff." I teased. As I made my way for the barracks to grab some sleep, I knew Chris was following me. I paid no heed however and kept walking. It doesn't sound like he's married...I didn't see a ring…The barracks were quiet, Sheva must have gone somewhere else.
"I wasn't finished talking." Chris's gruff voice called out as I made my way for a bunk.
"I'm listening." I answered.
"Are you serious about not coming back to BSAA?" He asked. I turned to look at him, taking note that he wasn't too far from me.
"Yeah." I answered. Chris scratched his head.
"You might be living with me longer than you think, you know that right? The BSAA is the only place that'll offer you a job right now…at least until your deceased status is changed." He kept trying. Why does he want me there though?
"Miss me as your partner that much?" I asked. Chris's eyes were on the floor.
"A bit….just…think about it Jill…you've been doing combatant work for what, over a decade now? How can you just retire from it?" He asked.
"I don't know….maybe I'll just marry some guy, give birth and start doing the biological thing called motherhood?" I growled back, started to get a bit agitated.
"You think you'll be happy with that?" He questioned, his voice dropping to a whisper. I released my breath slowly to calm myself down.
"Chris…I have a lot of paperwork to sift through before I can even start looking for something. I won't have much of a choice in what I do until I finish that up, so I think I'll have enough time to come up with something. Have faith in me to do the right thing for myself. I thank you, sincerely and honestly from the very bottom of my heart for saving me and the world from Wesker…but…" I spoke, losing my will to continue speaking from the expression on Chris's face. It has twisted from angry and pain filled to relaxed and warm.
"I think we're even." He responded his hand moving up to rest on my shoulder. I closed my eyes and nodded, taking in every bit of the sensation. I missed this comfort…the warmth of any human's touch…kindness…concern…I've been on a leash by the most inhumane man, if you could call him that, for too long.
"I'm kind of tired Chris….and Sheva's waiting for you." I said after a few moments of peace. Chris pulled me into a hug, an affectionate embrace, hugging me tightly to his own muscle bound body.
"Get some rest. We'll clear everything up for you when we get there…I'm just really glad you're still alive." He whispered. I grinned a little, returning the hug.
"So am I." I replied.
J.L.: This would have been up sooner but I've been so tired from college and work. It's paid off, at least work wise, I got a nice raise and a great review. Anyways, My fiancé and I as well as my friend have all been playing mercenaries with each other. I've staked my claim on BSAA Jill, my battle cry being "Double knee droppin' like it's hot!" because that's all I'm doing while my fiancé is running around grabbing the time bonuses for the first minute or so. We actually pull off a good team if he's playing as Safari Chris, but not so much with a Midnight or S.T.A.R.S. Wesker/Chris combo. I don't know how, but when my Fiance pulled a dash + melee attack, he stunned me too. My revenge is simple, story mode, equip stun rod, hit him with it in front of chainsaw Majini. He hates his death records now…haha. Drop me a review if you would, I do like them.
