Chapter 11: Retelling an Unwanted Past

Author's note: Whoop whoop! It's Saturday, people!

Hiya everyone! How's it going? Well, here's an update! Hope you all enjoy it. In this chapter, Sheva opens up to Chris about her parents and her past. And they get a little…cuddly ;D!

I seem to get questions often lately on if whether or not this story will have a lemon. I giggle when I get asked and I thought I'd just state whether or not I will include one now. There will be a lemon. It'll be coming up soon and there will be plenty of…'citrus'! I just had to say that! I thought I'd warn you all and if you are uncomfortable with that sort of stuff, well…I did rate this 'Mature', didn't I? The lemon won't come for another few chapters, but don't say I didn't warn you! Haha ;P.

Thank you everyone for your delightful comments! Thank you to CryHOg for favoriting and following 'Refusing To Remember'! Sorry if I forget to thank the lovely people that send favorites and followings my way, I just have a bad habit of forgetting to express my gratitude when I write these notes :P. I feel like I have this little club of commenters and I love it! Haha :D
To Sheva Redfield: I'm glad to know you liked the last chapter! Thank you, my father and I aren't as close as we used to be. But I'm very close with my mom and I'm thankful for that. My parents have been divorced for 5 years now and I think overall it was a good thing they did xD. Well, I'd like to thank your dad personally for serving and protecting the country that my family and I live in! You're right, of course Sheva is beautiful! Haha, hope you like this chapter!
To Justsomegirl17: It makes me smile to know that you smile when I update! Haha! Psh. Stalker, smalker. It doesn't matter! I'm just happy you're reading and enjoying the story :). I hope the baby shower went well. I love babies! I'm not Italian either, but you know what? Arrivederci, darling!
To Sivan IXXX: Oh, Sheva, what a sweetie pie! Haha. Hmm, maybe there will be a flashback. Pst! There will be in the future chapters ;D! Happy Saturday and I hope you like the update!
To PoopyPants: It appears your comment came in late. But no worries about little Sophie; if she is running around and sleeping comfortably, I think she's most healthy and well fed. I shall never let her starve or weaken! Haha, I love animals to much to do that.

Much love and thanks to you guys, Sarai.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the RE characters that are included with this story. Capcom does.

"Whatever it might be that frightens you, you should know: you don't need to be afraid."

Chris felt relief wash over him. He appreciated her words of encouragement and he gave a small smile and thanked her. They sat there quietly for a moment. She still had her hand his shoulder and sat close to him. "You're not going to tell me who are you are, are you?"

She laughed lightly and removed her hand, "Not a chance. But you'll remember…I know it."

Chris could still feel the small weight of her hand on his shoulder but he tried to forget about it. He chuckled at her response. "I had a feeling you'd say that."

She smiled at him. "So, what shall I tell you today?"

He thought for a moment. What did he want to learn first? He took a deep breath, "Do I have any family?"

Claire quickly came to Sheva's mind. "You have a sister. Her names Claire, she's great."

"Claire?" He recognized the name. He had a few dreams and memories of her.

"Ring a bell?" Sheva asked.

Chris nodded. 'Oh, thank God,' she thought. "What do remember about her?"

"She has red hair and she's fairly tall. She's also a smart ass," he said humorously. "I remember her but I didn't realize she was my sister."

Sheva didn't need to be told anymore of Claire's appearance and personality, "That's her. You guys are really close. She went looking for you when you went missing after the incident in Raccoon City and then you rescued her from Rockfort Island." She told him all about the fiasco on Rockfort Island and about the Code Veronica virus. She noted his silence. She slid to floor and sat down, resting her back on the side of the bed.

Chris watched as she settled herself on the floor. She just told him about his sister and for once, it fit. The images of Claire in his mind seemed to make sense. It freaked him out slightly. For once, he remembered a bit of his past and knew it was his own. A smile crept up on his face.

"What are you smiling about?" Sheva asked looking up at him.

"It's just, finally, something makes sense. I believe it. I know that she's my sister."

Sheva felt a sudden pang of jealously towards Claire. Chris could remember her and admit that he did. But he didn't even know Sheva's name. Then she let go of the jealously, remembering that Claire was his sister after all. 'It's great that he remembers her; it's a break through,' she told herself.

"That's wonderful," she said in a soft voice. "Claire's going to be so happy to hear that. You can talk to her you know? She'd love it."

Chris suddenly shied away. He remembered her, but he wasn't ready to make contact.

Sheva noticed his quick change of attitude. "I'm sorry, you don't have to though. It was just a suggestion. Do it whenever you want and when you're ready," she said anxiously.

It was Chris's turn to lay a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry. I know what you meant. I just don't think I'm ready to talk with her right away." He gave her shoulder a squeeze and couldn't help but notice how small she was; half his size really.

Not thinking, Sheva rested her head on his hand. She could feel the callus on his knuckles against her cheek. She closed her eyes and savored the sensation.

"Can I ask you something?"

The question brought Sheva back to the moment. She opened her eyes and lifted her head. "What is it?"

"Yesterday, when I asked why you joined the BSAA, I couldn't help but notice your urgency to get past the question so quickly. If you don't mind me asking, why did you react that way?" he asked in a low, gentle voice.

Sheva's breath caught in her throat. 'So he did see past the façade.'

"Um…" Sheva was delaying answering his question. "Well, I was honest. The reason I joined was because I want to stop the bad people. But…" she took a deep breath. "What motivated me to join was because of my parent's death."

Chris felt guilty. He could hear the hesitation and sadness in her voice. He quickly slid off the bed and sat next to her on the floor and wrapped his arm around her tiny frame. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize…please forgive me."

She let out a defeated chuckle and leaned into him. "You don't need to apologize. It's fair you know these things."

Chris tightened his arm around her, pulling her closer. The feeling of her weight against his side was oddly a comforting feeling. They were both quiet for a minute; neither really sure what to say next.

Sheva was the first to speak, "It was the early afternoon on a Tuesday. I remember playing a game with my mother. We were so happy. Then the telephone rang and my mother went to answer it. Her whole expression changed. She talked in a hushed tone into the phone making sure I didn't hear anything. I know now that my uncle had called informing her that his sister—my father's sister—had passed away. She hung up the phone and turned to me. She told me get ready because she was taking me to stay at my uncle's house while she ran an errand. She drove me to his house and after she walked me to his front door, she kissed my forehead. She told me she'd be back to pick me up in about an hour." Sheva's voice was small and barely above a whisper.

"My mother had gone to the factory my father worked at to tell him about his sister…turns out that that factory was a final test location for one of the Umbrella Corporation's bio-organic weapons; with the help of the local government, Umbrella destroyed my village and all inhabitants after the test was complete. However, I was told that the incident was a freak accident." Sheva could feel hot tears in her eyes ready to fall down her cheeks. But she forced them back and continued on.

"After their death, I stayed with my uncle and his seven children. I hated it there so much… Eventually, I ran away. I was wandering around when a truck driver stopped me and offered to take care of me. I was so young and I had nowhere to go, so I went with him. He did take care of me, he was a good man. But, unknown to my knowledge, he was part a guerrilla group. I joined them and soon I learned what really happened to my parents. I stayed with the guerrillas until I was 15, then I was contacted by American operatives to stop Umbrella's attempt to sell a BOW. With my help help, the deal was stopped and afterward I was offered a chance to start a new life in America. I accepted and four years later, I was graduated from Yale and my benefactor referenced me to the BSAA. I started training and eight months later, I was an operative agent assigned to the West African branch."

Sheva took a deep breath. She had just pretty much played out her entire life before him; skipping minor details, of course. She pulled away from Chris's side and turned to look at him, his hand now resting on her knee. "Then I was assigned a mission to be partnered with a notorious American agent, who happened to be a founder. That agent was you."

Chris listened to her the whole time, taking in every word and every breath. He was thankful that she opened up to him. He wondered if she had opened up to him before when he was still the man she knew. He chuckled when she told him about her assigned partner with her first major mission. "Lucky you," he said sarcastically, slightly insulting himself.

"I was lucky," she said while looking him in the eyes. "If you were partnered with someone else, things would probably still be okay, but if you weren't there at all…the entirety of Africa, if not the world, would be fully populated with the infected right now."

Chris puffed out a breath and looked off into the distance.

She watched him as he thought about what she had just said. "I know that may be heavy on your shoulders. But really, you are a hero. You may not think so, or know so, but I know many people would be thanking you right now if they could."

He looked to her and nodded understandingly. Was she telling him the truth? Were there really people out there who looked at him as a hero? 'You must have been something great,' he thought to himself.

"You were always humble about it though." Her spoken words broke him away from his thoughts. He gave her a look that questioned her statement. "You would always say that it was your duty to protect the people and that you did for them. Then," she giggled, "You'd end up thanking them for letting you fight for them; such a gentleman."

Chris laughed aloud. "Did I really do that?"

She laughed along with him. "Yeah, you did! That's one of the reasons why I started to like you. You were always kind to others; you're a giver, not a taker."

Chris laughed but he noted that she just said she liked him. 'In what way did she like me? Does she still like me? If she does, how much and in what way?' he thought to himself.

Her laughing faded and what was left was a bright smile on her face. He admitted that his dreams never really did her beauty justice. She was beautiful. He studied her face from her eyes, to her nose, then to her lips. He lingered on her perfect lips for a small while until he continued on studying her features. She had a long, delicate neck and her collar bone was bare for the eyes to see. Her arms were thin and toned. Chris could feel his heart beat faster when he discreetly looked to her chest. Her breasts looked slightly large on her frame and they were perfect.

Chris knew he should look away, like he did the few times before. But this time, he couldn't bring himself to look away…and he wasn't going to.

Sheva could feel Chris's eye wandering over her body, but this time she didn't hide or turn away. She let him look at her and she felt a sense of pride. She could feel her blood heat up and her skin become sensitive. She had the sudden urge to lean over to him and press her lips against—Sheva's train of thought was interrupted when her phone went off in her pocket, filling the silence that had come over the room with its annoying ringing.

'Goddammit, Piers,' she cursed in her mind. She didn't have to look at the caller id; she already knew who it was. She gave Chris an apologetic look and he nodded. She stood and flipped open her phone and held it to her ear.

"Yeah?" she asked irritated, not caring how she sounded to Piers right now.

Sheva could feel her knees weaken when she heard a voice she rarely talked to speak on the other line. "Sheva? It's Jill Valentine."

Author's note: Darn you, Jill! No, I kid. But, still…they were having a moment :(… Hope you all enjoyed this addition. It was lots of fun to write.

Anyways, in the next chapter, Sheva and Jill have a not-so-pleasant chat. The phone call makes Sheva take a few steps back and analyze her current situation. She tells Chris more about the intimate side of his past and Chris isn't sure how he feels about it. What do I mean by that? You'll have to find out! Muhahaha—*cough cough*—hahaha!

Monday can't come soon enough! See you guys next time, Sarai.