Hello once again! I should say that I do not own Resident Evil Five, or any other part of it. Nor the characters. This is my first RE5 fic so please be warned lol. Reviews are welcome! Chapters will be posted every week! (At least) Looking forward to hearing from you all! Enjoy! – Mystress Willow

Chapter One

All of the events of the three years since she had last seen Chris Redfield were reeling through her mind. Jill Valentine had been considered dead after her fall into the waters beneath the mansion when she leaped through the window that night with Wesker. Her partner was the only one who had kept hope that she was still alive. That meant something to her. Through those three long years she had gone through so much, and she wasn't even fully aware of all of it.

Being used for experiments by Wesker and Excella had taken it's told on Jill's warrior like body. The T-virus was somewhat of a blessing to her. But now, all remnants of it has been erased from within her and all that is left is the powerful antibodies. The antibodies were what kept her valuable to Wesker. He had placed her into cryostatis and tended to her wounds. When she woke, she no longer had control over her own actions.

It was almost as if she was watching inside of a marionette. Well organized strings moved her as Wesker wished, but from inside that shell of who she used to be, she watched. She was fully aware of all that happened around her. Watching helplessly Jill began to lose all composure. Breaking down piece by piece, she wanted to go back to the days when she was alongside Chris fighting B.O.W.'s like before.

Chris: (Sighs) It's over! Sheva: Yes! Jill: (Sighs) Finally. Chris: (To himself) More and More I find myself wondering if it's all worth fighting for. (He Looks to Sheva who is smiling) For A Future without fear... (then to Jill who is also smiling ) Yeah, it's worth it. (Helicopter flies off)

Deep in thought, Jill sat staring intently out of the window of the helicopter that rescued Chris and Sheva . Looking down below, she searched for any movement. Any sign of life. Even after all of these years, and all that they had been through. She still kept the naïve thought in her head that maybe this was all a dream. Well, if it was, she would definitely be glad to wake up any time soon!

She turned to let her eyes fall over her partner. It had been three long years since she had been in his presence and it wasn't a crisis. It was good to see him again. With all that had happened since she was with him before, she felt drunk by the overwhelming sense of happiness just sitting across from him gave her. Leaning back against her seat some, she would relax and take him in. He looked worn, older than he did three years ago. More skilled, experienced and sadly, beaten.

Her attention was caught on the scars upon his upper arms and hands. It was definitely evident that he had been well versed in close combat. Experience came with trials and spars, but it was sad how someone in this field had to do it. With B.O.W. after B.O.W. there was no short supply of lessons.

Drifting back out of her thoughts, she noticed his eyes on her now. As her eyes met his she offered a soft smile then closed them. It was the most she could muster at the moment. She was exhausted, but she could only imagine how they felt. They had been through so much themselves over the past few days. They. And that's when she remembered ;Sheva.

Sheva was her partner's new partner. Jill instantly felt bad for her. She didn't know the woman very well at all, but she did know however the brutal beating she had dealt her while under Wesker's control. A shiver ran through her spine with that thought. Someone else's control. It ate at her like acid on skin. She shifted her weight in the familiar bucket seat as she tried to force it from her mind.

"You alright?" Chris asked noticing that she was in another world. Jill nodded quickly then redirected her gaze back towards the world outside the window. The air about them was heavy with things that should be said, but now was not the time.

Once the helicopter had landed they made their way back to the base. It was a fortress like building, divided into a dozen little dormitories and one main room and a kitchen. The main room was set up with radio equipment, chalk boards, tables and computers for communications and briefing sessions.

It might have been an old school, re-vamped. But Jill wasn't sure. She did know however that the place was heavily bared, making it a great asset against the foes. It felt strangely like what she imagined a home might, with the infrastructures of rank and such woven tightly throughout it. None of that really mattered to her at the moment. For now all she knew, was here she was safe.

Other operatives were finally starting to arrive in Africa, which meant down time possibilities. Jill liked the thought of it. She had almost forgotten what it felt like to relax. With free time she could get reacquainted with her former partner. Former? That just didn't feel right. He would forever be her partner. If nothing else they had been through too much together to be anything less at this point.

As everyone gathered around in the common room, each took seats and waited for Josh to begin. Since the fall of Delta and Alpha teams, Josh was the only one left of the orginal set up. Jill sat beside Chris, watching out of the corner of her eye at those who were listening to Josh, catching quick glances at her with confusion.

That's right, at the beginning of all of this mission here in Africa, Jill had been on the opposite side than all of those sitting around her. Sheva and Chris removed the control device from her chest though. Now and forever more, I will be in control of me. Me and Only me. She thought to herself.

After the debriefing on the recent events, Jill excused herself from the others and slipped off into one of the unoccupied rooms. Josh had informed her which ones were free, and she chose one that just happened to be next to Sheva, and across from Chris. After what she had just went through, she was thankful for at least a little familiarity.

Pushing the door closed, the soft click gave her a solid piece of mind. The bed lay just before her, made to strict military standards. She passed through the room and to the small room connected to it. A stand up shower and a toilet was all she saw within the cramped room. But strangely it gave her a feeling of calmness. A sigh escaped her lips as she moved to sit on the edge of the bed. As she began to remove her boots she heard a knock at the door. "One Second!" She called as she willed her weary body to move to answer it.