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J.L.: Been a little since I last updated, so, without further delay...and another inconsistency up ahead, see if you can spot it.
The Next Morning, Redfield house: Jill
I awoke to someone singing in the kitchen, and slowly became aware of several things. The first was the feeling of a slight chill. I was naked and the comforter was slightly tangled up in my form. The second was that I wasn't covered by my feather down comforter, but rather Chris's feather down comforter. The third had to be Chris singing, his voice trickling into his room. I sat up, pulling the cover up to my chest and moved to the side of the bed. As I lay my hand on the side of the bed to push off and help me stand, I noticed a glint. My wedding band. I smiled warmly at the reminder of the last few changes I had made in my life. Wrapping the comforter around me, I walked into the kitchen, where Chris was dancing in his boxers, cooking breakfast and singing to the radio.
"She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg but when I'm tired and lonely she sees me to bed. What set you free and brought you to be me babe? What set you free, I need you here by me because-" Chris sang out until he turned around and saw me.
"Are we having fun?" I asked. He smirked and walked over, wrapping his arms around me in a chaste hug and then stepped back to attend to the food. The radio droned out the chorus, then Chris grinned back at me, using the spatula as a microphone.
"He lives in his own heaven, collects it to go from the seven eleven. Well he's out all night to collect a fare, just so long, just so long it don't mess up his hair." Chris sang out, then scooped up the pancake and flipped it on to a plate.
"You're crazy." I muttered, smiling as he made his way over to me.
"I walked the world with you, babe. A thousand miles with you. I dried your tears of pain, babe, a million times for you. I'd sell my soul for you babe. For money to burn with you." He crooned out, looking dead straight into my eyes. He closed his eyes and sucked in a breath, singing out "I'd give you all, and have none, babe. Just, just, justa, justa to have you here by me! Because-" right as Claire came in through the front door, followed by Leon. I froze stiff.
"Oh my god." She spoke, cutting Chris off, and her hand coming up to cover her mouth with a hint of mischeif following. I quickly slipped my left hand behind me, hiding the wedding band. Chris did the same as he turned around, backing up to me, as if to hide the fact that I was standing in his kitchen wearing little more than his comforter. I shot a glare at Leon, who was smirking.
"Morning Claire." Chris greeted.
"Morning Chris, and company." She greeted back, her hand dropping to reveal a smile as she accentuated the word 'company'.
"Morning Claire, nice to see you...here." I spoke, still caught off guard. This is awkward. Getting busted by Claire...my freaking sister-in-law...
"Things going well with Wesker?" She spoke, grinning like the Cheshire cat.
"Claire...Uh...this...uh...sit down." Chris spoke. Claire beamed at him and sat down promptly. Leon took a seat. I excused myself to grab a shower.
Meanwhile: Claire
I knew something was going to happen. I knew something was bound to happen. When Leon had suggested that we visited Chris today, I knew something was going on. I've stopped mistrusting him and started allowing to to pleasantly surprise me. Turns out, I walk into the house with Chris serenading a very under dressed Jill. Chris was rubbing the back of his neck, as minutes passed by.
"Look...uh..." Chris was trying to speak, but having a bit of a problem with it.
"Jill came over...you two did the deed, and this is the morning after, right?" I filled in. Chris blushed.
"Not...er...here." Chris tried to say, but gave up and lifted his left hand up. There was a wedding band on it. This time, I clamped both hands over my mouth.
Chris's bedroom: Jill
"HOLY SHIT!" I heard Claire yell out, causing me to trip over my jeans and fall to the ground. My wet hair slapped my face a bit and the elbow that broke my fall was going to be bruised, but I was more terrified at what could have made Claire yell.
Back in the Kitchen: Chris
"When?" Claire asked, after recomposing herself. Forgive me Jill.
"Last night." I answered. Claire looked at Leon.
"Well, that explains a bit." She smiled at him and he just smirked and put his hands behind his head. I glared at him. That man is too cocky for his own good.
"Claire...I...I'm sorry I didn't tell you." I spoke, wanting to make things alright with my sister.
"Hey, it's fine. I'm sure you have your reasons...those being?" She prodded. And she's learning from him! She picking up on his mannerisms!
"Wesker." Jill spoke, stepping out of my room, dressed and her hair slightly damp from her shower. She took her seat next to me.
"You're...still...?" Claire started to ask.
"It's only a public relationship anymore. I've not slept with him, and the only reason why I'm technically still dating him is because of the amount of trouble and scrutiny it would stir up in the office. Wesker is working hard to start the S.T.A.R.S. program up on a good foot and doesn't need scandals ruining it." Jill reassured. Claire stood up and walked over to Jill, promptly giving her a choke hold hug.
"This is freaking great! I finally have you as a sister!" Claire spoke as Jill gasped for breath.
"What if you get knocked up?" Leon asked non-chantilly. Claire stopped her abuse on Jill and looked at me. Jill held fear in her eyes.
"Well...I mean..." I tried, but couldn't think of anything.
"Then...I guess I'm busted." Jill spoke.
S.T.A.R.S. Office: Ada
As I sat down to deliver my report to Wesker, I noticed he was looking at the engagement ring he had bought for Jill. What is going on in his head? He's the one setting Redfield and Jill up. So why is he bothering with this set up when he knows that it's only going to...Why would he bother to employ them both here if he doesn't want them finding anything out?
"Keep your friends close and your enemies closer." Wesker spoke, catching me off guard.
"Wesker?" I prodded. He set the box down, turned and smiled at me, the red of his eyes glowing.
"This little virus that William made for me...I woke up this morning with the ability to read minds. Did you know that the janitor doesn't clean behind the vending machines out of spite for us police men? Or that the receptionist thinks she might be a lesbian?" He spoke.
"No, but I'm not sure I would have cared enough to ask. Why did you call me here on a Sunday?" I asked.
"Little nerdy Rebecca is Danny Quentin...huh." Wesker spoke and I froze.
"I..." I fumbled around for words. Wesker's grin grew.
"Ada, you've been playing with a lot of fire. I wonder, should I burn you now? Or..." He began and I slumped in the chair. I'm screwed. He's going to kill me here and now, and then what?
"Just do it quick." I spoke.
"Come on Ada. Do you really think I would let you have free reign over this station if I didn't think you'd be up to something? Until my Virus has completed it's course, I'm forced to lay low. It's terribly boring. I've known about Valentine and Redfield fornicating. I've known you've had you hand involved as well. I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to allow you to continue your search in the station for the lab. I'm going to allow Valentine...or rather, the Redfield's, continue their secret petty game. I'm even going to allow Chambers to continue playing drag king. Just knowing what you'll be doing two steps before you can do it, makes the game all the much more interesting." He spoke. Terror gripped me as he turned his back and sat on his desk, looking out the window. He really is insane...sadistic...
"Was that all?" I asked, wanting to run as far away from this man as possible. He can read my every thought.
"No actually. Originally I called you in here for something a bit more intimate. Can you put your feet behind your head?" He asked.
"No." I answered confused.
"Pity. I had a dream last night about mounting you on my desk right here with your feet behind your head." He spoke, as if he was talking about something in the newspaper.
"Huh." I played it off. Wesker stood up and turned back to me.
"Here's a good chance to stay on my good side Miss Wong." He spoke, his hand going for his pants zipper. I sighed, knowing full well that I'd much rather stay on his good side.
January 17th, S.T.A.R.S. Training Facility: Jill
It was hard to stand back and take notes on the recruits as they strive to pass the physical exam. Luckily, I had not been put in charge of Chris's group examinations. Wesker stood beside me as Mr. Burton was doing the same thing as I was. Neither of them could see my wedding band though, as I wore it on a chain tucked under my uniform, along with Chris's wedding band.
"Oh?" I heard Wesker speak and looked up. A recruit had slipped on the bars but had been caught by Kevin. He pulled the recruit up with him back onto the bars.
"Great teamwork." Mr. Burton commented.
"Teamwork is not what S.T.A.R.S. is about Burton." Wesker coldly remarked as he flipped a couple of pages and wrote something down. I glanced over at Wesker, then back to the field. After the recruits had run the physical exam, Wesker took our notes and promptly left for the office while Mr. Burton and I walked over to where the recruits sat exhausted.
"Good work out there, and good job back at the bars there Rymen." Mr. Burton greeted. I glanced to Chris, who was chugging a water bottle down quickly.
"Drink it slower Redfield, I'd rather not have you vomiting." I chided. He glanced over at me and downed the rest as fast as he could, then grinned.
"So, any word Barry? We gonna be team mates or what?" Danny pipped up.
"Not up to us actually. Wesker's got our notes and will probably take a while with his decision. How about we all go out to eat?" Mr. Burton volunteered, rubbing his hands together.
"Chipotle?" Kevin suggested.
"Sounds good, I'll go get the bus ready and inform Wesker." Mr. Burton spoke enthusiastically.
"Great, we're all gonna have the shits." Someone spoke as everyone stood up and made their way. Chris fell into place next to me, and we walked quietly. A month...I've been Jill Redfield for a month and I still have to answer to Valentine...I...I can't even hold his hand. I kept my eyes straight forward until something grabbed my hand quickly. I looked down and saw that it was Chris's hand, and he released mine, smirking at me. I smiled back at him. It's not that bad though...
J.L.: Sorry for another long update span. Been very busy lately enjoying the outdoors now that I can. Anyways, as sad as it is to say, this story is finally drawing to a close. There's a couple more chapters and then it'll be over, freeing up more creativity for the other ones I've been working on the idea of. I'm not saying that I'm ending this because of my other stories, by all means no, but we can't have this going on continually. Anyways, I finally saw that movie the Island and was kind of saddened by the fact that there's only 11 fanfics for it. Oh well, no biggie. I'll get another update to you a.s.a.p., as all my other stories are now on hold until this one is wrapped up. Thank you for your continued support guys, and there's going to be a lot more action going on soon.