A/N: Someone asked me to continue this, so here is another chapter! I felt a sudden burst of inspiration, so this may be more than just a one-shot (two-shot?). Not my best writing, but I hope you like! Warning: It's very short!

~~~~~ F*cking Morality Pets ~~~~~

Wesker threw Jill onto the bed. She awoke startled.

"W-where am I?"

"Wesker's house," Chris answered, raiding the minibar. It was a nice loft, looking out onto a large city park.

"B- but, why?" came the obvious question. Jill's eyes searched the room, looking for a weapon.

"The government is still looking for you Miss Valentine. I believe they want answers about you working for me," Wesker said, his voice emotionless.

Jill was close to tears, remembering what she had done. "I-I couldn't... I..."

Wesker hushed her. "That doesn't matter right now. For the next few weeks I will protect you. I have... shall we say... helped the government in a way that grants me power."

"Why the fuck do they want to talk with Jill? You weren't enough?" Chris asked, cautious of Wesker's intentions.

"I have power and leverage, and the media still wants someone to blame. Jill would be an easy target for the government to push all their wrongdoings on."

Jill's voice was slightly fearful. "You can protect me?"

"Of course. They don't want to question anything I do. I could uncover everything they did with Umbrella, causing a revolution."

She didn't want to admit it, but if Jill were to stay alive, she would need Wesker's help. Her position at the special police force wouldn't protect her for long.

Chris stood up, locking eyes with Jill. "You won't be alone, Jill. I'll stay here with you."

"And so will his new lover, Sheva," Wesker added, rubbing salt on the Jill's emotional wound.

Chris let out a low growl.

"Well, I'm going to sleep, and I suggest you two do the same. I'll be upstairs, in the master bedroom."

After Wesker left the room, Chris sat by Jill on the bed. He looked around the guest room, which was complete with a minibar, a king sized bed, and an entertainment center. There was a full spa bath attached, and a large window. Chris turned to Jill.

"I'm really sorry."

"None of this is your fault, Chris."

"I should have protected you."

"Your job was to apprehend Wesker."

"Jill..."

Jill lied down, emotionally worn.

"Jill?"

"Yes, Chris?"

"Me and Sheva... it doesn't anger you, does it?"

"Not at all."

Jill held out her hand in the shape of a fist, as if asking Chris if they could go back to simply being the S.T.A.R.S.. Chris bumped it, smiling, and then dropped onto the floor, using his jacket as a pillow. Hearing his snores, Jill relaxed, and fell asleep soon afterwards.