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Sunday Blues II

Back in Jill's room Claire was about ready to head out, she had just finished making the bed, and had already changed clothes, she only needed to grab a coat and her bag, then head down for breakfast. She assumed Moira and her would head out right after it, or that at least she wouldn't have time to do much between breakfast and them heading out.

"Ok, just need to let Jill know, haven't talked to her today yet." Claire thought looking around the room, doing a quick check to see if she was forgetting anything. "…She got up before the sun even came up again, and left without a word." Claire caught herself mulling the same thought yet again as she headed down the stairs. Opening the door, she almost ran into Jill.

"M-Morning." Claire said slightly surprised.

"Good Morning." Jill said looking a little off.

Looking down Claire noticed a tray, with assorted breakfast food on it, bread, jam, cheese, coffee, etc. Everything and a little bit more then she'd expect to see in the breakfast table. Noticed that Claire was looking at the tray Jill started to turn around.

"Well, since you are up already I'll bring this back to the table."

Jill tried to hide it, but Claire managed to see the slight blush on her cheeks as she turned away.

"…And then she does cute things like this…" Claire sighed with a small smile on her face. "We could just go back up and eat in the room." She said standing at the door. Jill stopped for a moment before starting to move again.

"Nah, it's ok. I can bring you breakfast another day, no worries. Seems like everyone else is awake anyways, we might as well try to have breakfast together." Jill answered, her slight frustration going unnoticed.

"If you say so." Claire said slightly disappointed.

Back on the main house Moira was about done setting breakfast for everyone.

"Should probably ask them if they are coming down too…though I set plates for them already." Moira said furrowing her brow a little, then heading up the stairs to find mostly the same thing she had left earlier. Chris resting against the door frame and Rebecca frantically organizing papers.

"I see the papers are formidable foes…" She joked tapping Chris shoulder and looking over at Rebecca.

"Yeah seems like it, still not sure why so much paper, it doesn't seem like she has actually that much raw data…then again, Rebecca usually goes overboard analyzing and crosschecking things, so it more than doubles the data amount." Chris said scratching the back of his head.

"I can hear you…" Rebecca deadpanned from inside the room.

"We know." Moira shot back. After a few seconds she finally asked Chris what she's been thinking the whole morning. "So…how do you think it's going to work out? Think she'll be able to take it? I mean, I think she will, but, I don't know, I just-" She started getting nervous while speaking and started tripping her words.

Chris looked pensive for a second before answering.

"I think so, we've been through a lot together, she more than the rest of us…but…she came back, she is here. That's what matters right now, everything else we can work on it as it comes."

"…But…but what if she goes off the handle again?" Moira asked biting her lip.

Chris looked confused for a moment.

"Ah, the pool. She had more than enough reason to be angry, even if she overreacted a little."

"No, I mean…"

"She means like she did not long after she got back, sent few guards to the hospital, lightly injured several security and medic personnel, and nearly killed one guy…she knows Chris." Rebecca said, already answered the question writing all over Chris' face.

Chris sighed deeply massaging his temples.

"…And how would she know that Rebecca?" He asked, annoyance clear on his voice.

"She helped get the files so…"

"So…what? You just let her read everything? There's sensitive information in there Rebecca, you know that. Not only for BSSA, but Jill's as well." He completed feeling his headache get worse. "No offense Moira."

"None taken." Moira answered raising both her hands. "But Jill is my friend too, so you are out of your freaking mind if you think I wouldn't read as much as I can on those reports to see if I could help with anything, even if I don't understand the majority of them." Moira added with a "hmph" at the end.

"Moira…" Chris started but he had no energy to press the point further, she wasn't wrong, not entirely. He much would prefer if the situation never got to this point.

"…Freaking? Really?" Rebecca asked with a crooked smile.

"Yeah well, fuck, Barry won't stop asking to try and stop cursing so much so I'm trying ok? Geez."

"And fail right after."

"Oh, screw you Rebecca." Moira said putting her tongue out.

"Anyways, I don't think that'll happen." Rebecca said getting back to Moira's earlier question. "She went off like that because she was still way too unstable, well, she's still somewhat unstable, but she's considerably better compared to back then."

"Let's just hope that doesn't happen, that'd be for the best. Honestly don't see a reason why it would, I'm personally more concerned how this might affect her depression, she's clearly not 100% yet even if she insists otherwise." Chris said, basically ending the talk.

"Anyways, back to the reason I came up here. You two coming down for breakfast?"

Chris looked back at Rebecca who looked conflicted for a moment before sighing in defeat.

"Sure we'll go down, just let me find something to hold these papers in place."

"Great, everything is ready already so just come down soon as you can." Moira said turning around and heading down the stairs.

Chris turned back as well, and was starting down the stairs when Rebecca asked.

"…It will be fine right? This…this won't freak her out or anything, right?" Anxiety filling her voice.

"…You guys give her too little credit." Chris said a little serious, but followed with a small chuckle a moment later, as he vanished down the stairs.

"Hope so." Rebecca breathed deeply getting up and heading down herself.

Back down on the living room Moira was just reaching the bottom of the stairs when she saw Jill entering the house, tray in hand, and Claire following a few steps behind.

"Bummer." Moira sighed. "Morning guys".

"Hey."

"Good morning."

"Chris and Rebecca are coming down for breakfast too."

Soon as Moira said that Chris came down the stairs behind her.

"Good morning you two, Rebecca will be down in a sec."

"Ok, then let's eat!" Moira added heading to the table and helping Rebecca with serving coffee juice around the table before sitting down to eat herself.

Rebecca came down a couple minutes later, her eyes black from lack of sleep and her hair tied back on the smallest pony tail, but still messy. Jill opened her mouth to ask something but when she noticed she was the only one that even seemed to noticed it, she refrained from doing so. Breakfast went on a little longer then usually, but noting uncommon happened other than Moira had little awkward moments when talking to Jill. Chris mostly noticed them and tried to help without being too obvious.

After breakfast the group split up again after helping clean the table, Chris and Rebecca went up the stairs, Claire and Jill stayed to finish cleaning the dishes and cups that were used, and Moira was still sitting on a table, more nursing the actually drinking her cup of coffee. Claire finally remembered that she hadn't told Jill her plans for the day yet.

"Oh, Jill, Moira invited me for a…trip to the mall, window-shopping I guess? And a movie." Claire said with a slightly confused yet amused expression. Moira never did make it much clear what they were supposed to do, so she wasn't even sure herself. "So we were thinking in leaving in a little bit, arrive there early and we'd probably be back around...noon? We were thinking about bringing dinner."

Moira coughed into her mug, before trying to look as if she was distracted by something else.

"Sure, sounds good." Jill answered somewhat flat, receiving complete silence as answer she felt a little off. "...Was I supposed to ask something or…?" She looked to her side when she said that, seeing Claire look slightly disappointed. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, not really." Claire answered handing a dish for Jill to dry and put away then turning back to the dishes at hand. "We were thinking pizza for dinner, or japanese. Any preference?"

"No, either one would be great."

"Ok. Done. Moira, I'll just grab my bag and car keys and we can go. You ready?" Claire said already heading to the door to the backyard.

"Uh, sure, just need to grab my backpack then I'm ready too."

"Ok, be back in a bit."

"K, I'm going to get my stuff too. Laters Jill."

"Later." Jill answered still a little unsure about what happened. "Maybe I'm imagining things…"

Moira and Claire got their things and went out just a few minutes later, and Jill without much to do just stood in the backyard looking at the trees. She wasn't sure how long or even why she had just decided to stop there, but she only noticed it when Chris called for her from inside the house.

"Jill? You ok?"

"Yeah, sure. Why?"

"Nothing, just I called you a couple times and you didn't seem to notice it."

"Guess I was spacing out."

"Something on your mind?"

Jill stopped at the question.

"No…not really." She lied.

"If you say so. You busy right now?

"Nope, as you can see." She said smiling slyly.

"Could you come up for a moment, Rebecca and I wanted to talk to you about some work related stuff."

"Sure? But I haven't been reinstated yet, so for all intents and purposes I'm an outsider for the time being, right?"

"You know that's just bureaucracy."

"Then sure." She answered, signing with her arm that she would follow after him."

"And Jill?"

"Yeah?"

"Can put the gun away before you come up?"

"…Where did that come from?"

"Look, I won't try to get into why you want to stick to your gun as much as possible, but as long as we are here and you are inside the house you don't need it. You know that right? And besides, there's two guns on the living room and kitchen in case something does happen."

She didn't answer.

"You know it isn't safe or needed. So, as a favor? I know you already have been trying to stop it so…" Chris pushed.

"…Fine." She said taking her gun and holster off her waist and putting on the table.

"You can put it away with your other things after you come back down."

"Ok." Jill answered in a dry manner.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

"Does being without a gun really stress her that much?" Chris though noticing how she seemed more in guard then before. "Well, either way she can't have a gun with her at all times. I know she isn't carrying it as often anymore, and she doesn't carry it at all when she's with Claire, well around the house at least. I wonder if it's because of me? Or maybe Claire is just that important to her."

After putting her gun down on the table Jill followed Chris upstairs, turning down and following the small hallway and entering the room Rebecca was staying in.

"Don't be too surprised...or freaked out. Fair warning" Chris said opening the door.

"What do you mean-" Jill started but stopped mid-sentence as she looked into the room. Stacks of paper, files of some sort, covering most of the table and some on the floor. The walls had left over tape, that probably held some of those papers up not long ago, one wall was still covered in files and pictures. Pictures of, among other things, her. She opened her mouth to question them what was going on, but just thinking it a second longer she could sort of guess it. "They've been researching me…spying…following…" She was lost in thought for a second, as if she had momentarily slipped away, but just as she was gone she was suddenly back.

"…So, what is all does? Should I even ask?" Jill inquired as she walked closer to the wall and started reading the files and looking at the pictures. She could remember some of it, some of it was from her regular visits to BSAA, some were from before she went missing, some even dated back to right after the incident on Raccoon city. And some, some she just could recognize at all. She wore weird clothes, and most if not all those were lower quality, as if taken either via satellite or some local security system, places she did not remember ever being to. Things she didn't remember ever doing. "…These are probably from my time with Wesker…I thought BSAA had no solid info on that though? Or at least that's the report I got."

"We didn't know about those either. Either BSAA only got them recently or we've been lied to." Chris interrupted her thoughts when he noticed her hands moving over the pictures.

"Or someone is feeding us info that even BSAA doesn't have…" Rebecca said annoyed.

"Rebecca..." Chris wanted to say something but he also didn't have proof one way or the other.

"Yeah I know, we have no proof either way, so no point speculating." Rebecca said picking a pile of papers and putting it on the bed, and proceeding to spread the pages.

"So, what is this about, exactly?" Jill said sitting on the side of the bed and cross her arms over her chest, looking down at the papers before her.

"In short? You. This, all of it, seems to be exactly about you." Rebecca answered with a tired voice.

"…I don't follow." Jill had an idea of what it was, but she didn't really want to know. She didn't want to be right.

"Someone, somewhere, has been keeping track of you since the mansion incident."

"Wesker. He said so himself, that isn't news."

"Yes him, but not just him. All of these files were pulled from BSAA and associates servers, or at least supposedly BSAA and associates servers."

"Supposedly?"

"Yeah…I didn't think about it at first but, if all this info is really true and as sensitive as these files make it out to be, then we got access to be way too easily."

"Wait, Rebecca." Chris interjected, it was the first time he was hearing that. "What do you mean? Didn't you say all of this was heavily encrypted? And even with Moira helping the two of you barely managed to decrypt?"

"And some files never got fully decrypted, yeah, but still. The way we got to the files, and the fact that nobody did anything to either of us directly makes me suspicious."

"Wait…Moira? You got her involved in this?" Jill asked, annoyance clear in her voice.

"Yeah, well, she was the best hacker I know that isn't tied to BSAA or TerraSave or something down right illegal." Rebecca said waving her hand.

"Rebecca you can't just-!"

"I know! I didn't have much of a choice, and she didn't see much of the files, so don't worry."

"What do you mean she didn't see the files, she was decrypting with you, of course she saw." Jill pressed.

"A good part of it, yeah, doesn't mean she understand. She is great with computers, not science, much less biochemistry." Rebecca waited for a second for an answer from Jill but it never came. "So, as I was saying. All these files are tied to you, in one way or another. We have all kinds of material samples from before the mansion up to…2 weeks ago."

"What?"

"Whatever they are doing…they are still doing." Rebecca said flipping pages before stopping and looking at Jill for a moment. "Say, Jill, do you remember any of your physical evaluations? Or I guess any of the evaluations? I mean, in full."

"Yeah…I do…I think." Jill tried to rack her brain for details, but she couldn't remember. She remembers bits and pieces, she could clearly remember arriving, changing, getting injected with a vaccine of some sort and…that was it, she had foggy images of her sessions, with a few bruises or accidents here and there, but nothing too clear.

"You remember being injected with something before every session, right?"

"…Yeah."

"Do you know what it is?"

"They told me it's a cocktail with a vaccine to keep the virus in check and help me calm down, also some additives to make vitals easier to see on their scans? Something along those lines, they used technical terms ever so often and I got lost in all of it." Jill said looking vacant.

"So, more or less the same thing they tried to convince me it was." Rebecca complemented. She sighed deeply thinking from where she should start, depending on how she explained things it could have a very bad effect on Jill at this point. "So, let's start with what we actually know, that isn't much to be honest."

"Why are we suddenly digging into this now? After all this time?" Jill said feeling uncomfortable.

"Because if even half of the things we found out are true…well, at the very least you should know what is going on."

Rebecca started explaining what info they had so far.

"Everything started after the mansion incident. Every member of the team had been exposed to the T-Virus in one way or another, with Jill and Chris having the highest degree of exposure. After the event, body examinations were conducted, and both had superficial scratches and bruises, but nothing that pointed to an infection. The mere fact that after all they went through they weren't infected turned the group of survivors, namely Jill, Chris, Barry and me, into high interest individuals." Rebecca pointed that Billy had survived the incident as well, but since she had told the authorities he had vanished after the events on the train he was declared MIA and later considered deceased. "From there it seems surveillance of varying degrees kept track of the four of us, mostly through semi-official channels, so nothing seemed too out of place, but not long after the Raccoon City incident happened, with Jill not only being present to it, but being infected by different strains of the G and T viruses, essentially making her the only human to be alive after infection with no noticeable side effects. Later on we found out that these variants more closely resembled the progenitor found by Marcus or prototype viruses used on the Project W then the G or T variants themselves, at least in effects, but was chemically different enough from those and closer to the G and T variants, more specially the T variant, but even then it wasn't the same."

"But…the vaccine…Carlos gave me a vaccine." Jill interjected, her voice a little weaker then she expected.

"The vaccine made you immune to the virus, yeah, but you are still infected."

Jill's eyes went wide as possible, her face twisted in an incomprehensible show of emotion. She was scared, confused.

"You are a carrier of sorts, your body has the antivirus, and consequentially the virus itself. But the amount is low enough that it won't be picked on a normal blood test, at most it would be considered an anomaly or some sort of error on the result." Rebecca explained before Jill could think further on the subject. "For all intents and purposes you are cured and normal." She added, handing Jill a couple of files that had some technical information and a lot of pen notes on the side, seemly explaining what it meant.

Jill hugged herself, anxiety building up.

"After that, all signs seem to show that surveillance on the rest of us was dropped, but they continued to regularly check on you. Or at least on your health and checkup results. You showed signs of improved stamina, strength and dexterity, nothing too noticeable, especially for someone that never saw you before or that looked at the information on a vacuum, but compared to the past results it was small, but noticeable. BSAA scientist back then judged it to be a beneficial side effect from your recovery from the infection, but kept monitoring results…and then…"

A small silenced filled the room.

"…And then Wesker happened." Chris completed, his face showing clear displeasure to even say the name.

"Yeah." Rebecca answer, trying to push forwards, bringing up another pile of paper and spreading those on the bed as she talked about them. "And then you essentially vanished for around 3 years, resurfacing as someone working under Wesker, and that back then, we had no idea it was actually you. We had camera footage, photos, and a handful of eye witnesses, but they all amounted to the same info. You either had a mask on or had your face covered in some other way, I guess Wesker was really waiting to play his trump card against us…that bastard." Rebecca clicked her tongue, not being able to hold back the anger.

"But…these pictures…" Jill started, unsure.

"These are recent, or well, have been found recently." Rebecca answered going through some papers and pictures on another pile. "This…is the highest quality one we have from that period of time." Rebecca said hesitantly. "Though I'm not so sure it's something you want to see." Rebecca held the pictured facing down, waiting to see what Jill would decide, a couple seconds later Jill took the picture from her. "Before you turn it. You were under Wesker's control, we know that, and you need to remember that as well, don't…don't blame yourself."

Jill took a deep breath before turning the pictured. It seemed like it had been taken by a regular digital camera, maybe a cellphone of some sort. From the people around her it seemed she was working with a unit, or, assuming by how they were dressed, they were there to deal with whatever was left over after she was done. Finally looking at herself on the pictured Jill's blood went cold. She felt her head start to hurt, like a migraine was coming but not quite. "Is…is all of this…"

"Blood, yes. Not yours mind you, or at least very little of it is yours." Rebecca answered very matter-of-factly.

"Rebecca!" Chris interrupted, not liking how Rebecca was handling things.

"Don't. Don't even start Chris. This isn't easy for anybody in this room. I'm doing the best I can and just trying to present this from a scientist and BSAA member point of view because if I can't do that…if…" Rebecca started to shiver, but quickly slapped both her hands against her cheeks, as if slapping herself back into the mindset she was working so hard to hold onto. "Anyways, either you help, just sit back and listen or leave. I'm telling her all I know to the best of my capabilities."

Chris grumbled something in a low voice, too low for anybody to listen, he was clearly displeased, but he simply rested back against the wall, letting Rebecca continue.

"Continuing…We also have the satellite picture of that."

"…What happened?" Jill asked, not entirely sure she wanted to know the answer, the picture was terrifying, and the more she looked at it the more she felt her head hurting.

"…It was a massacre. A whole village was killed. Apparently Umbrella wanted to take the area for themselves and Wesker sent you ahead of the rest of them to "clean" up the place. That last part is conjuncture, but seems to match, since Umbrella installed a base of operations on the village after the villagers were no longer there. Well, I say Umbrella, but at this point they weren't officially using that name anymore I guess."

Jill kept staring at the picture, she was standing in the middle of what seemed like a large pool of blood, her clothes and skin splattered with the red liquid, in one hand she had her Samurai Edge, on the other one she had a cigarette, that she was either putting or removing from her, mouth the picture didn't make the gesture too clear. "I killed a whole village…I killed innocents…I'm…I'm-" her last line of thought spilling into words. "I'm-"

"You nothing, you were under Wesker's control. You didn't do anything. For all intents and purposes that isn't you."

"But-"

"But nothing Jill." Rebecca cut her. Jill seemed surprised for a moment, but just gave a small nod, before putting the picture down.

"So, from what we got on few satellite pictures and testimonies, we found out that Wesker had a nearly super-human agent, one that we would later on find out it was you, but at the time our superiors had us prepared to fight and take you down if necessary. From there you more or less know the story, you met with Chris and Sheva, they broke you free from Wesker's control and after the case in South Africa was solved you came back."

"After a needlessly long time of quarantine." Chris added.

"…They were afraid of what she could do Chris, and what Wesker might have infected her with." Rebecca answered curtly, she agreed with him, but she knew the reason for the quarantine.

"And that's where things start to get complicated…or down right weird." Rebecca said, picking another pile of files. "First they brought you back but kept you so heavily sedated that I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't even know up from down. They ran a ridiculous amount of tests on material taken from you, blood, saliva, hair, skin, even some internal biopsy and brain tissue from what I can see on the files. Everything showed considerably high amounts of T and G viruses variants being active, but instead of infecting and spreading through your cells they were just…there, almost like they were part of your immunological system or something. They also found traces of what seemed to be early versions of the Ouroboros. From any angle we look at it, you were infected, heavily so, and you were supposedly contagious, but for whatever reason you hadn't contaminated anybody, and you didn't show any physical signs of infection. Maybe one would need to be injected with your blood to be infected? I don't know, and I didn't find any answer to that anywhere either, not sure if they never explored it further or just erased the data. They also found a really high variety of drugs, these were the same present on the chest apparatus Wesker had implanted on your chest. Tests showed that that cocktail of drugs was what Wesker was using to somehow control you, but with the viruses actively altering the chemical structure of said drugs they couldn't pinpoint what they were, or how he was controlling you. Apparently, theory was that the Ouroboros he had on himself let him contact, or direct you in an almost telepathic manner. Regardless. They also realized that you seemed to need at least small dosages every few hours to stay stable, so they kept providing it. After these…initial tests were run, however, they pretty much cut you off the drugs that the apparatus provided and cut back on the sedatives as well, all at once. Personally, not a smart idea, but they did it regardless. That's when the episodes of you going out of control on the BSAA labs and containment area started, finally getting to the event that you seemed to be most self-aware, at least from the security cameras."

AN:

Wish i had more energy and time to write stuff more often, sigh. It's annoying to have a long part of the story on or head and not being able to properly write it down for one reason or another. Oh well.

Reviews and comments still welcomed and appreciated. And thank you for reading.