Unconventional
A/N: Okay, well I have this undying urge to write and I need to get something down, because who knows when this well of imagination will dry out! Oh no! So I will go by my favorite Kaitlyn/Brad situation. Don't worry, there will be plenty of twists and turns! I love writing stuff like that! Remember to review!
He was naked, perfect, as he rested against the glass of the tube. Kaitlyn was on her knees, still refusing to believe the sight that lay before her. His skin was just as she had remembered, his hair still the same length, the same color. Everything about him looked the same as it had the last day she had seen him.
The past came into sharp focus as she relived those last moments:
She was running through the RPD offices, looking for Brad. He would be able to explain what was going on, what was happening to them, to the city. Frantically she searched and searched, but she could not find him. Bursting through the door into the small S.T.A.R.S. office loctaed on the second floor, she met the eyes of Chris and Jill, but not him.
"Where is he?" she asked, panic rising to her throat.
"He just left. He was looking for you," Chris said.
Spinning on her heels she fled the offices, running down the hall the opposite way from which she had come. If he did not know where she was he probably went to the courtyard few people knew about. It was located in the south wing, and the only ones who knew about it where the ones who found it themselves. They had discovered the little alcove one day when they were wondering the halls of the buliding and, being the mischevious people they were, opened every door that was unlocked. It just happened to be one of them.
Darting in between people as they rushed to evacuate the city because of a wide-spread and sudden "epidemic", she finally reached the door.
Would he really be there? Would he know that she would look for him there, and there he was waiting? Could she go through with this?
Pushing all the questions out of her mind she threw open the door and saw Brad sitting on a small bench, looking up at her with those innocent eyes, his face almost like that of a child. She could see the tears that were welling up behind them but he would never let go of. Silently he patted the bench next to him and she went to him, sitting down, transfixed by those eyes. What was it in them that made it so she could not just look away?
"You have to leave."
That was all he said at first, while she was still spellbound. It would not sink in, she would not let it. It just could not be true. "You mean, WE have to leave," she corrected him, her voice thick, as if she were dreaming.
The tears were about to overflow, but he shook them away. "No, I have to stay here. I'm a full member of S.T.A.R.S., it is my responsibility to see this out. You, on the other hand, are only a rookie member and I have to keep you safe, you just," he choked on his voice, "just mean too much to me."
"No..."
He leaned in close and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "I'm so sorry that I have to leave."
No, it would not end like this. "Promise me that you'll come find me after all this is over," she said, tearing spilling over her eyelids and flowing in silent streams down her cheeks.
There was grass on the ground, but how it was kept no one really knew. Brad slid off the bench and into a sitting position on the ground. He laid back, looking up through the small rectangle of the building and into the sky. "It is really bad out there," he said. "Someone has to stop Umbrella."
"It will be us," she said as she took a spot laying next to him, putting one hand on his chest and following his eyes. "I know it, it will have to be."
"If we save the world, no one would even hear about it. This is the stuff that the media keeps sealed up, so that no one will ever hear. Damn the government for that one."
Her hand glided over his shirt down to where it was tucked into his pants. Pulling it out ever so slowly, she touched the firm skin of his stomach. Not to say he was the most built guy ever, but he was not a pudge ball. It travelled up the length of his body until it settled on his chest.
"We can't..." he began, but stopped. His voice just trailed off.
Removing her hand from his shirt, he sat up and began taking it off. As he did she began to as well, but he put one hand on hers, stopping her. "Let me do it," he said. He took off his pants with a grace she had never realized he had possessed, leaving only his boxers on. Then he went over to her, pulling off her T-shirt, caressing her skin with his fingertips as he pulled it up and over her head. He leaned over and kissed the skin around her navel.
A moan escaped her lips, no matter what she did to hold it back. It was soft, and short, but Brad looked up at her with a gleam in his eyes, a hunger for something he had not had in a long time. As for Kaitlyn, it was her first time, the first time she had ever known this level of intamacy with another person.
Her pants were off a moment later, and he was dropping his boxers. She could already see that he was ready for this. He came at her again, his hands gripping her panties, and she knew this time he would not back away until it was over.
A fire ignited in the base of her spine, sending her on a roller coaster of emotions that she did not know fully how to handle. God how she loved him, how she cherished him at that moment, when his body was pumping slowly on hers and she laid back and tried to cover him with as many kisses as she could.
**************
Fresh tears threatened her heart, but she would not let them go, not yet. The glass of the tube started to slide up, and Brad, who had been leaning peacefully against it, seemed to crumble and fell out of it. His body hit the ground and she ran to him, forgetting what he supposedly was, and where they were.
Her gun was lying on the ground, so even if anything attacked her now, there would be no stopping it. Brad was inches away from her, and she was going to him, no matter what anyone wanted her to do. She had already taken a life of someone who was supposed to be her friend, so maybe she even deserved to die. That would not stop her.
Quickly she knelt down next to him, rolling him on his back. His skin had paled drastically when it was exposed to normal air, and he looked blue, she could see all his veins through the top layer of skin. It scared her to think of him in this position, and she wanted badly to do CPR, but did not know if that would kill him. Who knew what had happened to him all these years? Who had gone into Raccoon City, after it was bombed probably, and find the burned body of Brad Vickers, just to bring him back to your basic Umbrella Lab? There had to be some bigger scheme in this. But what it was did not matter to Kaitlyn, as she just wanted to see her love alive and well again.
Fear flooded her, making her scared to even touch him again. What could she do? Rebecca was the medic in the group, after all.
Rising, she thought about leaving him there, lying prone on the floor, and trying to find Rebecca to come examine him. Then the images of the blocked tunnel and the labirynth of the labs came back to her and she realized she was all alone in this. Totally alone.
She looked back down at Brad, torn by what to do, when his eyes bolted open.
Screaming, she jumped back and grabbed at her gun.
A/N: Okay, well I have this undying urge to write and I need to get something down, because who knows when this well of imagination will dry out! Oh no! So I will go by my favorite Kaitlyn/Brad situation. Don't worry, there will be plenty of twists and turns! I love writing stuff like that! Remember to review!
He was naked, perfect, as he rested against the glass of the tube. Kaitlyn was on her knees, still refusing to believe the sight that lay before her. His skin was just as she had remembered, his hair still the same length, the same color. Everything about him looked the same as it had the last day she had seen him.
The past came into sharp focus as she relived those last moments:
She was running through the RPD offices, looking for Brad. He would be able to explain what was going on, what was happening to them, to the city. Frantically she searched and searched, but she could not find him. Bursting through the door into the small S.T.A.R.S. office loctaed on the second floor, she met the eyes of Chris and Jill, but not him.
"Where is he?" she asked, panic rising to her throat.
"He just left. He was looking for you," Chris said.
Spinning on her heels she fled the offices, running down the hall the opposite way from which she had come. If he did not know where she was he probably went to the courtyard few people knew about. It was located in the south wing, and the only ones who knew about it where the ones who found it themselves. They had discovered the little alcove one day when they were wondering the halls of the buliding and, being the mischevious people they were, opened every door that was unlocked. It just happened to be one of them.
Darting in between people as they rushed to evacuate the city because of a wide-spread and sudden "epidemic", she finally reached the door.
Would he really be there? Would he know that she would look for him there, and there he was waiting? Could she go through with this?
Pushing all the questions out of her mind she threw open the door and saw Brad sitting on a small bench, looking up at her with those innocent eyes, his face almost like that of a child. She could see the tears that were welling up behind them but he would never let go of. Silently he patted the bench next to him and she went to him, sitting down, transfixed by those eyes. What was it in them that made it so she could not just look away?
"You have to leave."
That was all he said at first, while she was still spellbound. It would not sink in, she would not let it. It just could not be true. "You mean, WE have to leave," she corrected him, her voice thick, as if she were dreaming.
The tears were about to overflow, but he shook them away. "No, I have to stay here. I'm a full member of S.T.A.R.S., it is my responsibility to see this out. You, on the other hand, are only a rookie member and I have to keep you safe, you just," he choked on his voice, "just mean too much to me."
"No..."
He leaned in close and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "I'm so sorry that I have to leave."
No, it would not end like this. "Promise me that you'll come find me after all this is over," she said, tearing spilling over her eyelids and flowing in silent streams down her cheeks.
There was grass on the ground, but how it was kept no one really knew. Brad slid off the bench and into a sitting position on the ground. He laid back, looking up through the small rectangle of the building and into the sky. "It is really bad out there," he said. "Someone has to stop Umbrella."
"It will be us," she said as she took a spot laying next to him, putting one hand on his chest and following his eyes. "I know it, it will have to be."
"If we save the world, no one would even hear about it. This is the stuff that the media keeps sealed up, so that no one will ever hear. Damn the government for that one."
Her hand glided over his shirt down to where it was tucked into his pants. Pulling it out ever so slowly, she touched the firm skin of his stomach. Not to say he was the most built guy ever, but he was not a pudge ball. It travelled up the length of his body until it settled on his chest.
"We can't..." he began, but stopped. His voice just trailed off.
Removing her hand from his shirt, he sat up and began taking it off. As he did she began to as well, but he put one hand on hers, stopping her. "Let me do it," he said. He took off his pants with a grace she had never realized he had possessed, leaving only his boxers on. Then he went over to her, pulling off her T-shirt, caressing her skin with his fingertips as he pulled it up and over her head. He leaned over and kissed the skin around her navel.
A moan escaped her lips, no matter what she did to hold it back. It was soft, and short, but Brad looked up at her with a gleam in his eyes, a hunger for something he had not had in a long time. As for Kaitlyn, it was her first time, the first time she had ever known this level of intamacy with another person.
Her pants were off a moment later, and he was dropping his boxers. She could already see that he was ready for this. He came at her again, his hands gripping her panties, and she knew this time he would not back away until it was over.
A fire ignited in the base of her spine, sending her on a roller coaster of emotions that she did not know fully how to handle. God how she loved him, how she cherished him at that moment, when his body was pumping slowly on hers and she laid back and tried to cover him with as many kisses as she could.
**************
Fresh tears threatened her heart, but she would not let them go, not yet. The glass of the tube started to slide up, and Brad, who had been leaning peacefully against it, seemed to crumble and fell out of it. His body hit the ground and she ran to him, forgetting what he supposedly was, and where they were.
Her gun was lying on the ground, so even if anything attacked her now, there would be no stopping it. Brad was inches away from her, and she was going to him, no matter what anyone wanted her to do. She had already taken a life of someone who was supposed to be her friend, so maybe she even deserved to die. That would not stop her.
Quickly she knelt down next to him, rolling him on his back. His skin had paled drastically when it was exposed to normal air, and he looked blue, she could see all his veins through the top layer of skin. It scared her to think of him in this position, and she wanted badly to do CPR, but did not know if that would kill him. Who knew what had happened to him all these years? Who had gone into Raccoon City, after it was bombed probably, and find the burned body of Brad Vickers, just to bring him back to your basic Umbrella Lab? There had to be some bigger scheme in this. But what it was did not matter to Kaitlyn, as she just wanted to see her love alive and well again.
Fear flooded her, making her scared to even touch him again. What could she do? Rebecca was the medic in the group, after all.
Rising, she thought about leaving him there, lying prone on the floor, and trying to find Rebecca to come examine him. Then the images of the blocked tunnel and the labirynth of the labs came back to her and she realized she was all alone in this. Totally alone.
She looked back down at Brad, torn by what to do, when his eyes bolted open.
Screaming, she jumped back and grabbed at her gun.