A/N: Hey everyone! So I just went out and saw Resident Evil: Retribution! It was amazing and I plan on seeing it again before it comes to DVD. Best experience is to see it in IMAX 3D.

Anyway, this is a little scene that takes place near the end, when Alice, Jill, and the others are in the helicopter, flying away from Siberia. I'm an Alice/Claire writer,and well, this is a little bit of that for the lack of Claire in the movie, to hold us over to the 6th one!

Also, side note, if I have time amongst university work now, I'll try to update RE: Redemption, staying with my original story line as opposed to anything that happened in Retribution, keeping it original.

Enjoy this one shot, and this is dedicated to my awesome tumblr friends, Brittany, Kristen, & Kay, if ya'll read this!

ALSO, the song that goes with this is 'Imprinted' from Retribution's score by tomandandy.

Listen to it and you will get feelings and emotions with my writing.

That is all. Read, review, enjoy.

Find Her

Thud, thud, thud. Alice's subconscious mind came to, her eyes stinging at the sudden change of light from the Siberian ghost ship yard, to the inside of a large helicopter. She felt the familiar pressure of a needle in her arm, and blue-grey irises flicked to the IV dripping into her. She wondered just what was happening now, but then she gazed over ahead of her, and the face of Becky came into her somewhat blurry vision. Smiling just softly, she reached out with a hand, caressing the girl's cheeks. She wasn't her daughter – well, in all technicality, she was her genetically engineered daughter of her clone, but it didn't matter.

Alice had survived the horror of the Hive, and lived. And now, she had survived the oddly similar fate within the base in the middle of Russia with familiar and new faces becoming her comrades. Becky leaned into Alice's touch, blinking back the slight wetness that came to her eyes; she had never seen anything more terrifying in her short life than she had in the past few, measly hours. She raised her little hand to Alice's, squeezing the calloused and scarred hands, and then signed with her left, pinky and forefinger straight up, thumb to the side. 'I love you.'

Alice had picked up on American Sign Language from her days before Umbrella, and recalled a good chunk of it. She nodded with a tiny smile, licking the dryness from her lips. "I love you too." She said softly. She turned her head to the side of her cot when she heard the monotonous rotor blades dulled by the sound of familiar footsteps, and purple material. Jill came over, and sat down on the edge of the cot, careful to not upset the balance. Her chest was still aching where the P30 had spent the last few years attached to her chest, scars forever imprinted upon her pale skin. She grabbed Alice's hand on her own, leaning closer. It felt so odd to see her again.

"Glad to have you back, Alice." Jill said softly, squeezing the brunette's hand. Alice lifted her head a little, going to let out a chuckle, but the sharp pain in her side from her wounds stopped her from doing so.

"Glad to have you back." Alice breathed out calmly, returning the hold on Jill's elegant fingers.

"I'm so sorry, about… everything." Jill said, adjusting to sit for a longer period of time on the makeshift cot. "I couldn't control my actions... I was brainwashed, but, Oh God, was I aware." Jill's voice became slightly shaky. Everything that had happened, everything that had gone down between them, it was finally beginning to cut its way into Jill's heart.

"Now you know… how I felt." Alice responded, her hand never leaving the comfort of Jill's. She needed this, both hers and Becky's, even though the girl obviously had no idea what was really going on. "About Angie…"

"I am so sorry, Alice…" Jill bit down on her lip, closing her eyes. "It'll… it'll be okay. We'll… somehow get through this. The corporation, it'll be brought down."
"How can we trust Wesker? After all this?"

"It's our best shot…" Jill returned. She herself didn't want to know what the man had planned for them. Perhaps this was the flight to their deaths after all. But at least, they'd all die together. It wouldn't be long, not with the Osprey flying full speed. Inwardly, Jill felt so torn as to what to do, or what to say, and instead, took several long breaths in and out, shivering slightly.

"Tell me, Jill." Alice paused, making sure she had Jill's full attention. Noting the woman's grey hawk eyes were upon her cut features, she stated her question. "Where's Claire Redfield? And her brother? And K-mart?" The weariness and panic in her voice clearly consumed her; she didn't know if they went down with the facility beneath the ocean. If they had, she prayed to whatever forces out there that if they died, they died quickly, without pain.

"I don't know." Jill responded softly, feeling her heart hurt at Alice's inquisition. "The prisoners, the ones who were captured were taken elsewhere. Those who survived the assault on the ship anyway. They could be anywhere…" Jill trailed off, disappointed in herself for not knowing where the others could be. Alice closed her eyes, and for once, let out the hot tears she had been holding back throughout the entire fight through the base.

"Or dead." Alice opened her eyes again, seeing Becky's meeting her gaze before the girl reached down, carefully hugging her. "After everything," She sighed, disbelieving that all of this had happened, that those she had become loyal to, those she had become friends to, and to those she loved…

Alice released Jill's hand to fully hold Becky in her bedside, needing something, or rather someone to hold on to. "Mommy?" The girl whispered in her ear, and Alice just looked to her.

"It's okay." Alice said, making sure she could read her lips. "It'll… it will pass." Alice wasn't all too sure of herself; the pain was too great. "I…" Alice felt the need to explain herself. She had lost so many in the past decade, and had even lost friendly faces yet again. "I- I loved- love her, Jill."

"Who?" Jill's sandy eyebrows came together in her brow, now curious. "Claire?" Alice mustered a nod.

"I love her." Alice repeated, stronger this time. "I love her, and now they've taken her away from me. I need… I need her back. I need to know, Jill, if she's… if there's a chance that she's still alive."

Alice at this point was shaking, the pain in her body excruciating. Though, she didn't dare show weakness. Not now. "I don't… need to lose another one. Not this close to me. Promise me…" Alice motioned for Jill to lean in closer, her own voice faltering as her strength was wallowing away into the abyss of unconsciousness again. Jill obliged and titled her head down. "Promise me, you'll find her... if I can't."

Jill sat back up, meeting Alice's pale orbs with her own, jawline set. For Alice, Jill Valentine was determined to find the one thing, the one woman who meant everything to Alice in this hellish purgatory. She knew by the gaze with the tiny flicker of hope that she would say yes in Alice's eyes, that the feelings and emotions Alice felt for Claire were genuine. How she had found hope, and love in the apocalypse baffled Jill, but regardless, if she owed the other woman anything, it was this. Nodding again, Jill took Alice's hand in both of her own, interlocking gloved fingers, purple against black. When Jill Valentine made promises, she meant them from the bottom of her heart.

"I promise."