I haven't read any great pre RE5 recently fics but "Mercy of a Monster".
Without further ado, this is MY interpretation of what happened when Jill went out with Wesker in that window. This is a Pre-RE5 fic. I do apologize if I don't get every single detail or if I get anyone out of character. Do not continue reading if you're expecting fluff, happiness, taking-advantage of and then running away with Wesker.
There may be slight humor. Because Jill has to make the best off this bad situation and sometimes Wesker has a dark sense of humor. It's just how I write too. I like a bit of comedy. There might be smut in the future.
Disclaimer: Don't own Resident Evil or any of these characters.
Upon entering Spencer's quarters, we raised our guns, Chris and I both. We were going after Umbrella's founder, Ozwell E Spencer in search for Albert Wesker. He was the man who plagued everyone who was on the former S.T.A.R.S team. Both mine, and Bravo. He had captured Chris back at the Spencer Estate incident, threatened Barry Burton's life and his family if he didn't do as he said. He was obsessed with the "ultimate life form", known as the Tyrant, back then.
It didn't work as he planned, and it impaled him. Presumably and believably killing him. But he survived the fatal wounds thanks to the T-virus. Something I also was infected with when I made my escape from Raccoon City as I was pursued by Nemesis, the super human tyrant programmed to go after and kill any remaining S.T.A.R.S members. But I had gotten the antidote in time after being infected, and the virus adapted to my body. But it never incredibly enhanced my abilities much like Wesker's. I don't think I'd survive impalement. Or an explosion.
After quick inspection of the room, we realized Spencer couldn't tell us anything. Instead, by the window, a large, tall framed figure stood. It was dark. I shouldn't have been surprised, but what a strange turn of events. Albert Wesker was that, and instantly turning to us when he heard the doors busting open.
He looked different as he turned to us. He seemed a bit taller, darker, and his eyes glowed. It was due to the virus, I was sure. Chris and I began firing at him, and with inhuman speed, dodged every bullet that flew at him. He runs up to Chris, flinging his gun out of his hand and punching him in the gut and face. Chris desperately trying to dodge it but can't.
I shoot back at him, getting him distracted and letting go of my partner, now seeing me as a threat, he lunges for me instead. He dodges every shot I fire at him and he grabs me. Gripping me by the throat and slamming me against the wall. My gun flies out of my hand as he begins choking me. My hands wrap around his wrist as I struggle and try to pry him off me weakly.
He suddenly lets go as Chris takes a few swings at him and I fall down to the floor, breathing heavily and getting air back into my lungs. I look up, and Chris and throwing punches with Wesker easily dodges. He catches Chris's fist and almost does a twirl as he holds onto it, punching him in the face at the end of it. I charge at him, sending out a couple of rounds. Wesker is distracted back to me and begins dodging all the bullets. After the hail of gunfire, Chris runs in and tries to land a blow on Wesker, but he sends him flying back.
I pull out my knife as last resort and go after him with it, since I was now out of ammo. He easily dodges my strike and hits me hard in the stomach, flying me all the way back into a glass case. My back hitting it hard and a shock of pain is sent through me. Through blurred vision and heavy breathing, I watch as Wesker punches and choke slams Chris against a table, and throws him onto the ground. Looking up, still panting, he starts walking towards my partner before gripping him by the shoulder and lifting him up.
I hear Wesker say something, and preparing to strike with his free hand. "No!" I scream out, now pumping myself at full force towards Wesker, throwing myself onto him and plunging down into the unknown as we're thrown out a window together.
"JIIIILLLLLL!" I hear Chris's desperate scream call out as we fly down fast. I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping that even if the fall killed me, it would kill Wesker too.