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And out of nowhere, I go all Resident Evil kick. Not sure what direction this story is going to take, but I can guarantee that you will laugh, cry, scream, and stare in shock. As usual, my version of the characters might be a bit OOC, but I'm also working on what might have happened that we didn't get to see in the games or movies.

The first couple of chapters takes place before the mansion events, then they'll move on to the mansion. Things will be different from the story line of the game, seeing as though this is my story. Be prepared to see a different side to Captain Albert Wesker.

So, without further ado, I present to you my Resident Evil fanfic: The Hardest Choice of All.

Sit back and enjoy.

Love always,

Avoline

Jill stared at the pregnancy test, praying that it would be negative. She wasn't ready to be a mother, and the team needed her. She couldn't let them down, not like this.

A positive would mean exposing everything. Her fling with the captain, her carelessness for her own health. It would devastate Chris, and Barry would be so disappointed. Chris viewed her as a sister, or so he said. Jill always noticed the way his eyes traveled over her body, and she would always shake her head. Barry was like a second father to her. He would probably give her a lecture about using protection, even though she was a grown woman and far older than his own daughters.

It was the captain's reaction that she feared the most. He had told her at the beginning of their fling that he was not up for a committed relationship. He warned her that, if she were to come up pregnant, that she was on her own. She still felt the need to tell him, and that alone had her worried.

The small device beeped, and she was faced with her worst fear. Her head fell back against the cinder block wall, and she banged it repeatedly.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid," she muttered.

Her career was over. She would have to give it up. Even if she went with any other option, she would be too ashamed to show her face in the S.T.A.R.S office ever again. There was no way that she could face the captain now. He would probably fire her for whatever reason he could find.

The door to the locker room opened, and she quickly flung the test into the trash bin. She looked up...

To see none other than Albert Wesker walk in.

"Valentine," he greeted. "You're early." She nodded.

"Yes sir," she answered. "Figured I could spend a few minutes and get myself ready for the day." She strode past him and for the door. She would have to hide the pregnancy as much as she could before informing the others.

How could she have been so stupid?

Wesker waited for Jill to leave the locker room, then turned and reached into the trash can. There had to be a reason she wouldn't look at him, and he had an idea of what that reason was. He just had to find what she threw away.

Did she really think that he wouldn't notice? He saw everything from behind the sunglasses. Despite what the rest of the team thought, he wasn't stupid, by any means.

His hand brushed against something, and he grabbed it and pulled it out.

It was a pregnancy test. And it was reading positive.

He groaned and threw it back into the trash. Even though he had told Jill he didn't want a commitment, he had started having feelings for her. He had tried to fight it, but every time they "hooked up", he found himself falling more and more in love with her.

This would change everything. He wasn't sure how the pregnancy would affect the petite woman. Hell, he wasn't even sure if he could get a woman pregnant! Yet the proof was right in front of him.

What if carrying his child killed her? She was the only woman to show him any kindness, even when he was his cruelest to her. That what had attracted him to her to begin with. If she died carrying or giving birth to his child, he would never forgive himself. She deserved so much more than he could give her. Now she was in a situation where she could die, and he had to choose.

The only woman who ever showed him kindness, or his child.

He punched the wall and cursed himself. He should have been more careful. Hell, she should have been more careful! But none of that mattered now. He was certain that she would fight whatever choice he makes.

"Dammit, Valentine, why didn't you just tell me?"