Okay, so like many Piers fans I HATED the ending of Chris's campaign. In fact, I REVILED it. I've always hated games where a character I've grown especially fond of has to endure through all this shit… and for what? Just so they can DIE at THE END? I mean, WHAT THE *BLEEP*! What the hell was Capcom thinking? Oh wait, they WEREN'T. The one NEW and DECENT character they have in the game… and they kill him off. And for Chris Redfield no less. I like Chris as much as the next person, but honestly I wouldn't have been as torn if it was him that died instead of Piers.

Well, that's enough of my rant. I actually had this story on my mind for quite some time, but thought I shouldn't write it due to me not updating my other fics as often as I should have. I keep creating new fics but I'm neglecting my older ones lol. Sorry to all of those that are still waiting! I truly am. Anyway, this fic was practically begging to be written and I just couldn't take it anymore… so here it is. Tada! There will be angst, drama, and all of that other good stuff. BUT this fic WILL HAVE A HAPPY ENDING. None of that Chris-is-sad-because-Piers-is-dead crap! I think Chris and Piers deserve to be happy together, whether as friends or lovers.

~Only For You~

"We're going to make it, Piers! Everything is going to be alright!"

The captain's only surviving comrade and savior, Piers Nivans, had returned once again from the brink of unconsciousness due to Chris Redfield's gruff voice. Unbeknownst to Chris, it was all the young BSAA soldier needed in order to continue this mission until the very end. Unwillingly, memories of when he finally located the venerated BSAA captain in a shitty bar in Europe after six long years of zealous searching, as well as all they had experienced up to this very point whirled through Piers' mind suddenly.

"We need to hurry Piers. Come on." This command came from none other than the captain himself, a sturdy arm bandaged around Piers' waist, the other clutching Piers' arm that happened to be lying on Chris's shoulders for extra support as he hauled him over to their only method of escape: a single escape shuttle. It was then—as his fleeting, however extraordinary life flashed before his eyes—that Piers knew he had a split second to make a decision. Either way it would lead to his inexorable doom, but Piers was fine with that as long as Chris survived.

The underwater facility quavered beneath their feet like an earthquake, the walls and girders that reinforced the massive structure were crashing all around the two BSAA members, an evident warning that it was time to leave. Chris made deft work of the highlighted buttons on the panel next to the shuttle, a large mechanical whooshing resonating to their ears as the shuttle's door opened rather quickly. It was about time they abandoned this hell.

"Let's go," he said calmly to Piers. No need to panic now that they've reached this far.

Chris had every intention of entering the shuttle with his loyal comrade when a powerful force curtly shoved him backward into the escape shuttle… alone. Before Chris could react the door shut swiftly before his eyes, and he realized too late that Piers was not accompanying him. He rose from where he had landed within the shuttle and began to hammer irately on the reinforced translucent surface while yelling, "What the hell are doing? Open the door! Piers!"

Piers replied by ambling over towards a switch that when pulled would propel the shuttle off into the ocean's depths and away from this place to freedom. Chris's heart pounded so hard that he was certain a heart-attack would ensue. This couldn't be happening, no way in hell this was happening! After all the fuckin' shit they had been through, all the valuable friends/comrades they had lost to some twisted virus—the same virus Piers injected himself with in order to rescue them both—and for what? Just so it can end like this? Chris refused to believe his luck was that bad. He would be damned if he lost another man—his last man—to this unthinkable nightmare.

"No, Piers! Don't you even think about pulling that switch! Open the door and get your ass in here! That's an order, soldier!" Chris could no longer inhibit the anguish in his voice or the tears filled with despair that threatened to overflow any minute now.

How could Piers do this to him? The only comrade who implored… No, who forced him to realize that it's impossible to run away from your past. If it were not for Piers concern and bravery from the very start, God only knows what might've transpired. He would most likely be strapped to that stool in that bar in Europe still, haunted by nightmares of the past while in an alcoholic stupor.

Piers risked his life more than once in order to save Chris's. And now… he was sacrificing it. His death would just be another tragedy flung onto Chris's immeasurable pile of guilt. That was not an option.

Piers stood in front of the shuttle and gazed at what was soon to be his former captain with an expression of profound sorrow. Maybe it was because Chris had never witnessed such an expression on Piers' normally collected face, but upon seeing it something within Chris just tore apart.

"I'm sorry Captain," apologized Piers with a gentle tone brimming with irrevocable woe. "But I can't come with you. I can feel the virus spreading rapidly throughout my body; it's only a matter of time before it completely overpowers me. You need to live and tell your story about everything that's happened so far. You're too important to the BSAA, Chris. They need you. This world needs you."

For the first time in his unforgettable life Chris couldn't give a rat's ass about the BSAA or even fighting bioterrorism anymore. None of it meant anything without Piers by his side. All of it suddenly felt like a horrible dream, one he would awaken from soon enough. But that was nothing more than wishful thinking. Chris was fully aware that none of this was a dream. Rather, it seemed like a surreal existence. It was Raccoon City all over again, except ten times worse.

"Fuck the BSAA! They'll survive without me. I refuse to leave you here! Dammit, Piers listen to me! Listen to your captain and open this goddamn door! I'm not leaving you here to die alone. We can do this, alright? We can make it out of here together!"

Another tremor nearly knocked Chris on his ass again. Piers stumbled over to the switch and smiled forlornly while softly shaking his head. He knew Chris meant it when he said he could care less about the BSAA. But it would not change the outcome. Piers set his hand on the switch while Chris could only look on with a sense of hopelessness.

"Goddammit, Piers!"

Chris remembered the gleam in Piers' eyes. They seemed to be saying, "Please, forgive me." That's when he knew there was no reasoning with the transmogrified soldier.

"No…" he whispered, shaking his head incredulously.

The shuttle was suddenly propelled from its resting niche at top speed.

"PIERS!"

Chris cried out as Piers' form quickly shriveled and finally vanished from view. Against his will, rivers of tears began to stream along the contour of Piers' disfigured countenance. Sacrificing his life was the final act of love he could have shown his beloved captain. His only regret is that he couldn't tell him outright. Piers was never one for mushy conversations or long farewells anyway.

"See you later… Chris."