"Chris!"
Static.
"Chris!"
Silence.
"Chris!"
Chris shook his head violently. Being under fire and daydreaming was not a logical thing to be doing. China was under the ever watchful eye of the B.S.A.A. Clearing up any remnants of the virus, or rebels who tried to enforce its use once again. Chris' team was currently being shot at by a particularly nasty group of rebels- who weren't afraid to kill. Chris sighed and straightened his back, now was not the time to reminisce. Grabbing his rifle, he manuvered quickly through the nearby rubble and street trash. Their goal: Subdue the head of the rebels, dead or alive. Within seconds, there stood Chris, in front of the very man who organized the rebels. With a smirk upon the leader's face, everything went dark.
"Jill!"
Crackling.
"Jill!"
Darkness.
"Jill!"
Jill awoke with heavy breaths and sweat on her brow. Exhaling deeply, and ignoring the looks from her not-so-friendly co-workers, Jill rose from her desk and made a swift exit. It had been a long day at the B.S.A.A., paperwork was due, firearms checks were needed, psych evaluations were taking place this week also. That was what stressed Jill out the most. She knew that she wasn't insane, but she knew that she wouldn't be able to hide the awful events of her time spent with Albert Wesker. On top of that, Chris was still in China. Not that she would admit it, but she missed him deeply.
Strolling to the coffee shop nearby, Jill felt the vibration of her cell phone calling for her. It was Raven, Chris' new partner. Raven was assigned to Chris after the death of his last partner, Piers Nivans, and when Jill was dubbed psycologically invalid for field duty. Jill huffed to herself as she stood outside the coffe shop, but reached for her phone nonetheless. Answering it, the high-pitched voice of Raven could be easily identified, even with all of the gunfire in the background.
"Hello?"
"Jill! Oh thank gosh! It's Raven."
Rolling her eyes, Jill nodded. "Yeah, I have caller ID." She paused, her voice seemed oddly different for once. "Raven, is there something wrong?"
Static came over the phone, making Jill cringe. Not long after, Raven's voice popped up again.
"Jill.. We've run into some trouble." Raven paused. "We've been captured- rather... Chris has been captured."
Jill couldn't believe her ears, Chris was taken? How had this even occurred? And why was it only Chris that had been taken?
"What the fuck do you mean Chris has been taken?!" Jill screeched into the phone, not caring about the people around her who were giving her strange looks.
Jill quickly looked around and hurried her way into an alley by the coffee shop, putting her back against the wall. She was fuming, but at the same time, scared. Scared for Chris' life.
It was Raven's turn to cringe. "Yeah.. He was acting strange this morning and on our mission today," She paused, seeming to take a large breath, "Chris charged forward and smoke started coming from all different places and I couldn't see anything and-"
"Calm down," Jill hissed, barely understanding the girl on the other end.
Raven bit her lip on the other line, nervousness etched all over her face. She knew this would happen when she told Ms. Valentine but she felt it was right for her to know. Of course, she had contacted HQ first and briefed them on what happened but she remembered how fondly Chris would speak of Jill on long missions when they had nothing better to do.
"Okay. Jill, I need your help." Raven stated, trying to shake the obvious nervousness from her voice.
"Raven, you know that I'm not fit for duty.." Jill paused and allowed a brief smile. "But I would do anything, anything to save Chris."
Chris awoke with his head feeling like someone had hit him repeatedly- with a shovel. His body ached and gleamed with sweat. Assessing his surroundings, he figured out that there was only one route of escape, the door. Starting to feel uneasy with his predicament, he tried to get up but to no avail. He hands were bound, with a ziptie no less, and so were his feet against the chair he was in. The room smelled of must and dried blood, the all but familiar metallic scent. Chris was foolish, charging ahead without any back-up. He had left Raven to fend for herself, along with his other men. He could practically feel the guilt bubbling in his stomach. Raven was fresh out of school, having little experience in the field. Chris sighed, she was thrust into a job, into a world that she had hardly any clue about.
The door made a distinct creak as someone entered. They held a silver tray, containing what Chris hoped to be, was normal food. Upon seeing the face of the new "someone," Chris' eyes widened. It couldn't be... There in front of him was the infamous Ada Wong, a smile gracing her pink lips.
"Chris Redfield.." Ada purred.
"Y-you died." Chris stated.
Ada smiled broader. "Silly, silly boy. That wasn't me."
Chris scowled. "What do you want? Why am I here?!"
"Now, now Mr. Redfield... I can't answer that. " She scolded, "Oh look at me, being downgraded from deadly assassin, to lunch lady. Eat up Christopher."
Chris thought about denying the food, but he couldn't ignore the hunger pains in his stomach. I really should have eaten this morning.. Chris thought.
Ada moved closer to him, her black hair now a little longer. She held a spoon in her hand and flashed Chris a devilish smile. "Open up."
Jill tapped her fingers against her desk impatiently as she waited to be called for her evaluation. After her phone call with Raven, which had soon ended due to Raven's impending sobs, she had immediately went back to the BSAA's headquarters and demanded to talk to the director and head of the BSAA, Franco Winters. After briefly explaining her reasons, and arguing with him for a good 20 minutes about the situation, they had come to an agreement; Jill would undergo a psychiatric evaluation test.
Grumbling to herself about the whole situation, Jill was soon called into her newly hired psychiatrist's, Patricia Hayes, office. Slumping into the offered chair, Jill frowned. She didn't have time for this, her partner- old partner- was in danger. Looking around the room, it was relatively the same as the last times she had been in. Dr. Hayes smiled at Jill, and introduced herself.
"Doctor Patricia Hayes. Nice to meet you, Ms. Valentine."
Jill wasn't feeling the whole happiness thing that seemed to radiate off of the new doctor. But, she plastered a fake smile on her face.
"Likewise, Doctor."
Dr. Hayes read Jill's body language. She had stiff posture, almost perfect, but she was antsy. She wanted to be somewhere else.
"Alright, Jill, you don't mind if I call you that, right?"
Jill sighed internally, Is this over yet? "It's fine."
Dr. Hayes nodded. "Okay. Well, shall we start.." She paused while looking through Jill's files. "Back in 2005, the incidents on the Queen Zenobia?"
"There's nothing to talk about really." Jill cracked her knuckles.
"Oh come on Jill. There has to be something."
Jill sat up now, literally done with this conversation. "Look, I know why we're here. We're here to talk about Albert Wesker, right? So let's just get this in the air," she paused, looking the doctor in the eye as she leaned forward,"Albert Wesker took me captive in 2006 after I sacrificed myself for my partner, Chris Redfield. Then he took me to some lab and tended to me. During this time, I was 'sleeping' of sorts, I don't fucking know. But, somehow, after years of harboring the T-Virus, I grew adpated to it, creating a cure for it, which Albert saw as a way to enhance his B.O.W's, and circumstancially, me. Then, he drugged me to keep me sedated and to control me. For years, he had me wrapped around his disgusting, little finger. Excella, his choice of a partner, was jealous of me, for reasons I'm sure you know."
Dr. Hayes' mouth was agape but she raised an eyebrow, not knowing what to say.
Jill looked unamused and answered her question without remorse, "He fucked me, Dr. Hayes. He had sex with me almost a few months after I had come out of my stasis. And I let him, he made me feel like I enjoyed it and, for a while, I thought I did. I would've done anything for that man, while I was on the drug, anyway.
"But, to tell you right now, I'm fine. I'm not insane or crazy, or whatever the hell you wanna call it. I'm just scarred. Emotionally scarred. I hope that lightens things up for you. So, I think we're done here, right?"
Patricia sat for a few minutes, stunned, before slowly clearing her throat and nodding. "Y-Yes, Ms. Valentine. But I would like you to come and see me more often, when you have time, if it's not too much trouble."
Jill nodded and got up, breathing in. "Yeah, sure. So can you authorize me, now? I'm kind of in a hurry."
Dr. Hayes nodded, wrote on a piece of paper and handed it to her, telling her to give it to her director, which she obliged, and without a word, left.
Leaving the office, and heading to the director's, she slammed the paper on his desk and walked out. Taking out her phone, she called one person that she could really count on.
A/N: Hiya! I know I have another story going right now, but my friend and I wrote this while she came over. So this story will mainly focus on Jill and Chris, but there will be other pairings as well. So yeah, I co-write this with EllisFangirl1234, so tell us what you think!
Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil or any characters affiliated with said game. Nor do I own Capcom.
Thank you, and review please! :D
