BSAA HQ, 2006
Rebecca was tapping her foot impatiently under her desk while glancing at the clock. She had started working at the BSAA along with Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine, the two people she could call her best companions. It has been 3 years then since the organization has been founded.
The three of them have formed a certain bond after surviving the Raccoon City incident, of course with Barry Burton too, but the older man decided to go home to his family, he'd thought it was best to spend all his time with his wife and kids after all those nightmares, and that ultimately left the three of them to stick together.
Rebecca wasn't blind though, Chris and Jill have been partners for a long time and share an unbreakable bond that runs way deeper than what she shared with them. Those two are connected in a certain way that no one can break, not even her, she admitted bitterly. Unfortunately, or is it fortunately? Chris and Jill were way too oblivious to their own feelings that ending bioterrorism might be even more possible than them discovering their feelings for each other.
She let out a heavy sigh then glanced at the clock again. She wondered how Chris and Jill were doing, they have been sent together on a mission after receiving information from a reliable source on the whereabouts of Oswell E. Spencer and hoping to get a lead on finding Wesker, they accepted the job almost immediately.
She was of course delighted by this new information. Finding Wesker and making him pay for everything he did was what they always wanted. But somehow, an ugly feeling started to creep in the pit of her stomach. This wasn't the first time those two went in a mission, but this, in particular, was making her worry more than before. She can't tell them about her worries though, they can't possibly call off the mission just because of some bad gut feeling. And so, her two closest companions finally departed.
Rebecca decided to put her trust on them, after all, those two worked best together.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she spotted a tall man with his full gear on hurrying down the hall. It was Kit Anderson, an expert pilot of their team; he must have received orders to finally get Chris and Jill out of that place, so she stood from her seat and quickly made her way to him.
"Kit!" She called out. They weren't particularly formal when addressing the other members. BSAA was composed of good-hearted people that were fighting for the same purpose. She can easily think of them as her extended family, that was one thing she liked about this place.
Upon seeing her he stopped in his track. "Rebecca," he acknowledged her.
"Any news?" She asked, her brows furrowed and eyes hopeful.
Kit clenched his jaw, his expression hardening. "We heard from Chris. He- they are to be extracted from that place. I'm on my way there." He saw her nod slowly, he is aware of Rebecca's relationship with the two and it is best she hears the bad news from Chris himself, at that, he turned on his way again.
Rebecca's POV
The chopper slowly made its way to the heliport situated on the rooftop of the BSAA building. It is already 5 in the morning and I can feel myself shiver from the sheer coldness of the morning air. I have been waiting for their arrival, well, I could have gone home and wait for the next day to meet them but something in me says otherwise.
I saw a big man come out of it, Chris. He looks alright physically, but I can tell he was tired and worn out, a frown plastering on his handsome face. I ran towards him, showing him the widest smile I could muster.
"Chris!" I greeted, I am just glad he's okay. He met my eyes but he turned away instantly, huh. I noticed Jill wasn't getting out yet.
"Where's Jill?" I looked back on the chopper and saw Kit getting out. He looked at me with an expression I cannot put well but I made my way further anyway towards the chopper when Chris' voice stopped me.
"She isn't coming back." His voice was strained so I turned to him, his slumping back still facing me. I furrowed my brows in confusion, what? I heard him, but I'm not quite sure if I heard him right, I need to make sure.
"..what?" I asked softly, I didn't even notice myself catching my breath. My whole body started feeling cold, either from the weather or from the news I am about to hear, I'm not sure anymore. Suddenly, all those awful feelings in my gut before came rushing to me and I know what I'm sure of right now… I sure don't want to hear the rest of the story.
"She's gone, Rebecca," he exhaled sharply, "she isn't coming back." With that, he made his way inside the building. Kit made sure to pat me softly on my back before making his way inside too, I know it was the least he can do in this situation.
Impossible. No way in hell this can all be true. Jill-? Jill is a fucking superhero- she can't be—oh god—
Still in denial, my mind started to look for something, for an excuse. Maybe this was all just a bad joke from Chris. Maybe somewhere in the corner, Jill was hiding, waiting for an opportunity to pounce on me and they would start laughing at how ridiculous I look right now. They always come home together, so maybe—
I whipped my head around in a sorry attempt to justify my maybes. But an empty and motionless chopper and the morning sky which seemed too dark and lonely to gaze upon were all that met me.
I know Chris would never joke about something like this and the look in his eyes already told me the horrible truth.
Unable to hold it any longer, I let myself fall on my knees and I wept silently.
Shifting on the small space of my bed, I stared at the empty ceiling of my small apartment. That same morning, I reluctantly headed back inside. Chris was long gone already and I was met instead by the BSAA Director himself. After detailing the events of the mission, he kindly told me to go home and have some rest.
Blinking my persistent tears away, my thoughts traveled back to the information Director O'Brian has told me.
Jill sacrificed herself in order to save Chris from Wesker's grip. She, without hesitation, jumped on Wesker resulting them to fall from the glass window, bringing him down the deep cliff along with her.
Her life in exchange for Chris'—if that wasn't love, I don't know anymore what else is.
Jill is gone, I repeatedly told myself. But somehow those words ring hollowly in my head. I couldn't get used to it, I could never—and everything feels so surreal.
I crouched on my bed, hugging my knees trying to protect myself from any invisible harm that would try to break me. Why do I have to be so weak? Why humans have to be so weak? And it struck me, reality sinking in.
We humans, no matter how strong our will is; were nothing but fragile beings, we could easily break if we're not too careful, and alas— my two favorite people were not the exception. Chris and Jill weren't superhumans, they couldn't always defeat evil and come back unharmed—
—and worst, any time they could be gone... Forever. Just like now.
Hot tears started to fall down from my eyes again. This is just too horrible. Jill was gone and I wasn't able to do anything about it. I miss her already, Chris will surely too—
I stopped myself from grossly sobbing.
Chris.
I can't help but feel sympathy for him. The poor man must have been blaming himself. My heart must have broken a thousand pieces, but between me and Chris? Chris surely had it worse. Suddenly I felt unworthy of these feelings, unworthy of grieving. I can't possibly imagine what this was all are causing him.
I have known Chris- he wouldn't show it, but I knew something had died inside of him along with Jill.
A/N notes:
This is my first attempt at writing, ever, so forgive me if it's too sloppy or boring. And if someone is actually going to read this, I'm open for suggestions and criticism but pls be gentle- English is not my first language afterall.
Also ChrisxBecca is my guilty ship, and it frustrates me that there's just few stories about them- so i made my own lol. Im really embarassed to post this, I swear.