Hey there, here's the update =) I changed the second genre to "general" because I guess my story is not very funny =/

Thanks Stardust 4 for your review =) I hope you'll like this chap too =)

Okay, I know it's a bit cliche... But I fear to get my characters (well, not mine, but CAPCOM characters too OOC). I'll try to get something fresh out of my head.... Not something that's rotten like a zombie I hope :D xDDDDD (Itchy. Tasty xDDDD)

Jill opened her eyes and sat up in her bed, stretcing her arms. Yawning, she layed back again, putting the covers away though.
She knew for sure if she'll put a blanket over her again she'll fall asleep.- What a nice morning... - she said lazyly, closing her eyes and breathing deeply. Then she stood up and went to the window,
dragging her plush dog with herself. It could sound funny but she slept with a plush dog named Razor. She just didn't feel so alone when she hugged the warm plush to her bodey, and he always was with her, listening to her darkest secrets and how her day went. Razor was with her since she was a little girl and it was her habit to sleep with him.
She opened the window, and the cold morning wind sent chills down her body, messing her hair. Jill sat Razor on the sill and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. When she went out, she thought that she heard weird noizes coming from the living room but she thought it was just the fridge.
Dressing in her S.T.A.R.S. uniform she went to the kitchen that was connected to her bedroom to make herself a coffee. When she walked closer to the coffee machine, she frowned slightly. Something wasn't right.
- Good morning Valentine. Slept well?..
Jill slowly turned around, shocked.
That voice... It could belong only to the one and only.
- Captain!? What are you doing here!?
Wesker chuckled and sipped coffee that he appeared to make with the help of her coffee machine while she still was asleep, eyeing her from behind his dark shades. It seemed he helped herself and didn''t even bother to ask Jill for her permission. How Wesker-ish. He even took the only black cup that she had in her cupboard. Jill nearly did an unladylike snort but covered her mouth with her palm just in time to silence herself.
He was dressed in black as usual, his hair perfectly combed as ever. Jill tried not to seem as shocked as she felt though (A/N: shocked not because of his hair, about his precence in her appartment, you got that, right?.. xDDD).
- Oh, it's just that you, the always punctual Jill, are two hours late for work.
- Two hours?!
Jill ran to her bedroom to check her alarm clock only to find that it was abcent in the place where it usually had to be - on the bed shelf.
Dumbfounded, she turned left, then right, but the clock was nowhere to be found. She even looked out of the window to check if it was lying broken on the concrete, but the concrete was clear excluding the empty bottle of bear, standing on the border.
- And you know what surprised me most?.. That today Redfield came to work at time. Unbelievabile, huh?..
Jill smacked her forhead and groaned.
- Riiiight... How could I forget?.. - she moaned irritably, returning to the living room.

[Jill flashback: the day before]
- I'm sorry sir I'm a little bit late but I, uh... - Chris's troubled and guilty face he made especially for Wesker lightened as though somebody put a light bulb inside his head. - But I had to save that kid from fire! You know, he lived on the 14th floor, and I just ran as quickly as I could, storming inside his apartament and saving the poor thing! Than I jumped to the ground and his parents said that Chris Redfield was the real hero, but I was so shy and all like "oh no I'm just and ordinary man" and... - It looked like he was worming to the role of a "hero" he made himself be.
Wesker tiredly rubbed his temples.
- Yeah yeah and that was another series of the Chris the Spiderman Chronicles. - Wesker said, waving his head and tiredly rubbing his temples. - Have you been reading the x-men comics again?.. - Wesker' eyes studied Chris's face intently behind the black sunglasses.
Chris flushed deep crimson color, walking to his desk.
- I uh... No, I read playboy, not that kind of crap for kids. - he said solemnly, pulling a hand through his hair. It only made him seem even more boyish. As always Chris wanted to make one impression, but made totally another.
Wesker smirked, reclining in his chair and putting his hands on the back of his head, eyeing Redfield sarcastically, although because of his sunglasses that could not be seen.
- Yeah, only when you happen to find it in Josephs desk. - Joseph tilted his head but seeing that there were no perverted actions and Wesker wasn't putting any yaoi actions on Chris he put his head bak on the table with a loud bang.
- Sir I um...
- Oh yeah and when do you remember already that we don't have the 14 story buildings in Raccoon?..
- Well I can dream. - said Chris cooly, sitting himself at his desk and putting his legs on the table, eyeing Wesker. No one dared to offend Spider Man, his favorite marvel character, even his boss. It was a vendetta now. Chris will claim Wesker a sucker for forever on the x-men forum! Agents are GO! (A/N: Okay, that was totally out of picture xD)
Suddenly something rushed into the office and right to Chris's desk. Redfield blinked and then yelped as something heavy hit his head.
- Ow! That hurts! - he said rubbing his now sore spot. Jill *and that was her indeed* put her hands on her hips and made a "hmph"sound.
- Now Christopher Redfield, you're again late for work! It's already the 9th time this week! 9th! And every time you promise that you wont be late again!
- I'm... Sorry?.. - nearly squealed Chris and for that he got immediately hit on the back of his head.
- You're a grown up man, Chris! You have to at least try and plan your shedule!
- And what are you like, my mother that you tell me what I have to do? Besides, I don't have a shedule!
- No but maybe I'm just worried because you are my partner and friend! And look down!
Chris obediently did as he was told and was amazed to see a blue alarm clock lying near one of his heavy military boots.
- So that's with what I've been hit... - he said phylosophially. Jill bent, picking the clock up and forcefully shoved it into Chris's hands.
- Exactly, I brought this fucking clock for you so you at least try and wake up in time.
Chris glanced at her and hid the clock inside his desk.
- Um... Thanks.
- You're welcome. - she said sternly and went to her desk. Chris shook his head.
- Women... - he murmured under his breath and sat at his desk, completely puzzled. He looked at Jill and then back to the clock and then again at Jill. There was something about her... Or about the clock (:D)
[end of the flashback]
- Yeah, I pretty much remember that. - Wesker chuckled deeply, setting the now empty cup aside.
- Perhaps we should mark this day red in the calendar. Jill laughed.
- Yeah, this day shouldn't be forgotten. I bet Joseph was shocked near death!
- He fell off his chair and sweared loudly for two minutes untill I threatened to cut his salary if he won't stop. - said Wesker seriously. Jill took the red marker she found in the shelf and walked to the calendar, marking number 17 and drawing an exclamation mark and a smiling face near it.
- There. - she said, closing the marker and throwing it in the empty vase. She didn't miss. With a "bzzing" the marker hid inside the vase.
Wesker followed it's flight with his eyes and then his sunglasses turned back to Jill. He was impressed, though he as always kept his opinion to himself.
- Do you sometimes take them off?.. I mean they are cool and stuff but I have a bad assosiation that you're cosplaying Neo. - she stated. Wesker snorted and suddenly...
Took the sunglasses off.
It wasn't like him, really. He never took them off at the office. It was strange seeing his face without the shades fully covering his eyes. His icy grey blue eyes met with Jills dark blue ones. She felt her cheeks and neck get red and hot under his gaze and Jill quickly turned around to hide her embarassment. He seemed a little bit too emotional without them - though not very much. Without his sunglasses she was only able to see that he had light bangs under his eyes and that he was tired. Being a S.T.A.R.S. captain wasn't a walk in the park actually, even for a man as talented and made for this job like Albert Wesker.
Suddenly - in a blink of an eye - she felt his precense behind herself. He was standing right behind her back, nearly touching her with his own body, but still leaving some space. Jill felt his cool breath on her neck and froze, afraid to accidently make any even tiny move. It was... Strange the way her hearts felt like it was nearly in her throat, and her stomack making acrobatic flips.
- Are you satisfied now?.. - he said in a quiet voice, his lips brushing her ear. Jill opened her mouth wanting to say something but all she could do was just to exhale sharply. His hands travelled down her sides and everything in Jill trembled.
- I.... I'll go make us some more coffee. - Jill said quickly and practically ran to the coffee machine. But all of a sudden she was grabbed by her wrists and slammed into the wall.
She gasped, and felt Wesker pin her to the wall, his face close to hers and his breathing hot on her lips. His eyes looked as though not in her orbs, but through them and insidem seeing her soul and all her thoughts.
- Jill, I think we both are late for work and I assure you that I don't want a lot of coffee to react too cheerful. - he chuckled, knowing too well that words "Wesker"and "cheerful"were highly uncomparable. He stroke her cheek, pulling some loose hair away from her eyes. Jill could only stare at him wide-eyed, trying to figure out his expression that still was damn too unreadable even without his glasses
- Let's go, Valentine. Now we're three hours late. - he said, buttoning his usual black coat and walking past her to the door. Jill blinked as if something was there in her eyes, making her uncomfortable, and followed after him, grabbing her favorite Beretta and shoving it into the holster.
She sensed that something was going to change.
And she wasn't sure if theese changes were for the best.