Affection by Association
"We're in. Go!"
The rotors were already spinning by the time Jill had managed to bark out the order. The ebony black stealth helicopter slowly pulled itself from the ground, gaining altitude slowly, but leaning forward and jetting away from the site of the smoking mansion, in the general direction away from the mountains…
The remaining members of the STARS team were aboard. Brad Vickers was at the helm of the chopper, Barry Burton was sitting on the floor, leaning on the wall, Rebecca Chambers was sitting on a bench on the wall, Chris Redfield was lying in a crumpled heap on the floor, and Jill Valentine was standing in the middle of the chopper, having just pulled the door shut.
There was a long silence…Rebecca was the first one to speak up…
"Well…as long as we're in Fantasyland, I might as well go ride the Matterhorn Bobsleds!"
Everyone except Brad glared at her…
"I-um…I'm gonna go look outside…" She pulled her small frame from the bench, and sat down in the co-pilot seat along with Brad.
Brad was fiddling around with the controls, until he finally managed to set the copter on autopilot. He turned the chair around, Rebecca following suit soon after…
He was involved the least with the whole matter, but he was in just as much shock as everyone else. Brad spoke out…"Did this really happen? Or did you guys spike my coffee again?"
Jill spoke out first…"As much as I'd like to say it was us spiking your coffee, this really did happen Brad…"
Chris, still lying in a crumpled heap from fighting that Tyrant, spoke out…"Thanks for dumping us back there Brad…"
Brad's expression faded…"Hey, you want a copter full of rabid dogs?"
Barry decided to back Brad up…"If he hadn't left us there, we wouldn't have stumbled upon that mansion…"
Jill nodded…"Sad enough as it is, Brad's natural instincts helped expose Umbrellas operations…"
Chris, a bit POed and weak, spoke out…"Yeah yeah yeah, chickenheart's a hero, blah blah blah…"
Jill looked back down at Chris, and placed her arms on his hips…"Chambers, would you take a look at him?"
Brad was talking to anyone who was willing to listen…"Being a chicken saved the day…I don't know whether to feel honored or offended…"
Rebecca nodded to Jill, then placed a little peck on Brad's cheek. "You came back to save us all. I'd go with the first choice." She smiled at him, then walked over to Chris, snagging a medkit on her way…"Man…this looks pree-tie bad…"
Chris tried to avoid eye contact with Rebecca, looking up at Jill…"If you went face to face with whatever the hell it was I was fighting, you'd be this way too…"
Barry pulled out his wallet with badge, and stared at the photograph of his wife and kids…"That bastard Wesker…working for Umbrella the whole time? To think we respected that guy!"
"Yeah…well…" Brad started…"He's not here, so ten bucks says he's dead…"
"I'm not taking that bet." Barry announced.
"Me neither." Jill and Chris spoke in unison, not expecting to.
Rebecca finished looking Chris over. She then looked up to Jill, who was apparently in charge now…"He's some cuts and bruises, but he ought to be fine…" She stood back up, set the medkit back on the wall, and joined Brad up in the cockpit.
Chris was lying against the wall like Barry. Jill let her arms hang by her sides, and kneeled before Chris…"Redfield…" She smiled reassuringly…"You look like hell…" She placed her gloved palm on his right cheek, examining his face…
Chris grinned sarcastically, looking up at her…"Why thank you Jill, you look excellent yourself…"
Jill flicked aside her hair with her free hand, keeping one palm on Chris's cheek…"Aww…After all that hell, you can still be nice to me?" She pressed her lips onto his forehead for a moment, leaving the remnants of her lipstick where her lips had been.
Chris's lips slowly created a slight smile, looking up to her face…"Did I ever mention that the RPD issues nice female uniforms?"
Barry looked over to the two of them, got Rebecca and Brad's attention, then indicated Jill and Chris…"Can you imagine? After all that hell, they're still at each other!"
Brad chuckled for a minute…"Just wait until Jill realizes she's responsible for writing up a report about this, that'll calm her down in no time at all…"
It was like he spoke loud enough for Jill to hear anyway. Her expression faded, as she just sat next to Chris, leaning into his chest…"Brad's right…The Chief will think we're insane…"
Chris raised a brow. It wasn't unusual for Jill to flirt and tease him like she was, even insisting that she be held, but of all times right now? He placed his hands on Jill's arms, letting her be as close as she wanted to be…"Well…I don't think it matters who writes the report, the Chief won't buy it…"
Rebecca looked in from the cockpit. As cute enough as Jill and Chris together was, the task at hand of explaining this whole mess to the chief was putting a considerable dent in everyone's spirits, including hers.
Brad looked out to the others…"We'll be landing at the station in a minute guys, better gather your stuff…"
Sure enough, they started to gather their equipment, weapons, and the sort.
The wheels and skis of the military style chopper touched down on the helicopter landing pad of the Raccoon City Police Department. Barry hopped out first, then Rebecca, then Brad exited after he had shut down the chopper. He looked at Chris and Jill before left…"…I'll leave you two to lock up…"
Chris blinked a few times. He tried to get back to his feet, but Jill pulled at his arm…"Please…Stay with me. I don't want the chief to find me, he'll want a report…"
Chris insisted…"But…but…"
Jill wrapped her arms around his waist, wanting him to stay…"Just stay Redfield…you're my commando, aren't you?"
Redfield and Commando. Jill's two pet names for Chris. They flirted with each other around the office, although it seemed Chris was staying as a friend instead. Chris couldn't argue. He sat down next to her, while she clung…
Jill didn't move an inch, afraid that the chief would be waiting there for her to reveal herself. Chris would play with her hair periodically, trying to get her to cheer up…"I know it's bad Jill…but…it can't get any worse, right?"
Jill looked up. Her eyes were glassy, and full of tears. She pushed her face into his chest, sobbing loudly…
Chris blinked a few times, then began rubbing her skintight 'Standard issue' shirt…"There there Jill…if you keep crying, the chief will hear…"
But that didn't stop her from crying. She wrapped her arms around his neck and cried into his shoulder…"This is terrible! Imagine those things walking the streets!
Both of them were totally unsure as to whether they were friends or more, but that didn't stop them from sitting silent in that chopper for two hours.
He continued rubbing and patting her back, hoping that she would calm down…or throw up, whichever came first…"Come on Jill…I'll take you inside and get you some water. If the chief wants a report, I'll tell him to stuff it, alright?"
Jill looked up, sniffling…"Okay, Redfield…"
Seeing as she was already all over him, with one arm around her shoulders and one between her knees, he lifted her out of the chopper, leaving the chopper door open. He then carried her inside, walking down a corridor.
Indeed, Chief Irons was waiting for them. He placed a hand to his chin when he watched Chris approach with Jill in his arms…"I take it I'm not getting that report today?"
Chris nodded as he walked by…"Miss Valentine's not in any state to give a report today…" He walked down a hallway, leading her towards the STARS office where the other three were waiting.
He knocked on the door with his foot, as Rebecca opened up the door. Barry was sitting at his desk, Rebecca scurried back to her desk, and Brad sat at the communication controls. Chris sat down at his desk, with Jill in his arms, as she was still sniffling.
Chris patted her on the back a bit more, looking to Barry…"Did we miss anything? Jill wanted her commando to protect her from the chief…"
"We know…" Brad spoke out…"He came around twenty minutes after we got in here demanding a report, then he wanted to know where you two were. We said we didn't know."
"Good answer…" Chris turned to look down on Jill, whose face was still buried in his shoulder…"Are you going to be sick Jill?"
Jill shook her head, pulling a beret from the top of her desk and plopping it on her head, trying to hide her expression from the others…"No…I'll be fine Redfield…"
Chris rolled his eyes. He'd tell her to call him Chris, but she wasn't going to be civil if he wasn't going to. Seeing as she had been driven to the station by a now former teammate, she wasn't going to have a ride home…"I'll drive you home…"
As he got up, Rebecca slipped him a note. He examined it…it said: "Now you be a good commando and help her out alright? Write her a report like a good Redfield ^_^."
Chris nodded to Rebecca, which prompted her to smile. Chris exited through the open door…
*****
Well, we're off to a bit of a start. Jill's using Chris as a friend instead of some play thing. Will this continue, or will she return to her previous ways? When are the events of Resident Evil 2 and 3 going to cut in? Review it and give me a reason to write about it ^_^.
"We're in. Go!"
The rotors were already spinning by the time Jill had managed to bark out the order. The ebony black stealth helicopter slowly pulled itself from the ground, gaining altitude slowly, but leaning forward and jetting away from the site of the smoking mansion, in the general direction away from the mountains…
The remaining members of the STARS team were aboard. Brad Vickers was at the helm of the chopper, Barry Burton was sitting on the floor, leaning on the wall, Rebecca Chambers was sitting on a bench on the wall, Chris Redfield was lying in a crumpled heap on the floor, and Jill Valentine was standing in the middle of the chopper, having just pulled the door shut.
There was a long silence…Rebecca was the first one to speak up…
"Well…as long as we're in Fantasyland, I might as well go ride the Matterhorn Bobsleds!"
Everyone except Brad glared at her…
"I-um…I'm gonna go look outside…" She pulled her small frame from the bench, and sat down in the co-pilot seat along with Brad.
Brad was fiddling around with the controls, until he finally managed to set the copter on autopilot. He turned the chair around, Rebecca following suit soon after…
He was involved the least with the whole matter, but he was in just as much shock as everyone else. Brad spoke out…"Did this really happen? Or did you guys spike my coffee again?"
Jill spoke out first…"As much as I'd like to say it was us spiking your coffee, this really did happen Brad…"
Chris, still lying in a crumpled heap from fighting that Tyrant, spoke out…"Thanks for dumping us back there Brad…"
Brad's expression faded…"Hey, you want a copter full of rabid dogs?"
Barry decided to back Brad up…"If he hadn't left us there, we wouldn't have stumbled upon that mansion…"
Jill nodded…"Sad enough as it is, Brad's natural instincts helped expose Umbrellas operations…"
Chris, a bit POed and weak, spoke out…"Yeah yeah yeah, chickenheart's a hero, blah blah blah…"
Jill looked back down at Chris, and placed her arms on his hips…"Chambers, would you take a look at him?"
Brad was talking to anyone who was willing to listen…"Being a chicken saved the day…I don't know whether to feel honored or offended…"
Rebecca nodded to Jill, then placed a little peck on Brad's cheek. "You came back to save us all. I'd go with the first choice." She smiled at him, then walked over to Chris, snagging a medkit on her way…"Man…this looks pree-tie bad…"
Chris tried to avoid eye contact with Rebecca, looking up at Jill…"If you went face to face with whatever the hell it was I was fighting, you'd be this way too…"
Barry pulled out his wallet with badge, and stared at the photograph of his wife and kids…"That bastard Wesker…working for Umbrella the whole time? To think we respected that guy!"
"Yeah…well…" Brad started…"He's not here, so ten bucks says he's dead…"
"I'm not taking that bet." Barry announced.
"Me neither." Jill and Chris spoke in unison, not expecting to.
Rebecca finished looking Chris over. She then looked up to Jill, who was apparently in charge now…"He's some cuts and bruises, but he ought to be fine…" She stood back up, set the medkit back on the wall, and joined Brad up in the cockpit.
Chris was lying against the wall like Barry. Jill let her arms hang by her sides, and kneeled before Chris…"Redfield…" She smiled reassuringly…"You look like hell…" She placed her gloved palm on his right cheek, examining his face…
Chris grinned sarcastically, looking up at her…"Why thank you Jill, you look excellent yourself…"
Jill flicked aside her hair with her free hand, keeping one palm on Chris's cheek…"Aww…After all that hell, you can still be nice to me?" She pressed her lips onto his forehead for a moment, leaving the remnants of her lipstick where her lips had been.
Chris's lips slowly created a slight smile, looking up to her face…"Did I ever mention that the RPD issues nice female uniforms?"
Barry looked over to the two of them, got Rebecca and Brad's attention, then indicated Jill and Chris…"Can you imagine? After all that hell, they're still at each other!"
Brad chuckled for a minute…"Just wait until Jill realizes she's responsible for writing up a report about this, that'll calm her down in no time at all…"
It was like he spoke loud enough for Jill to hear anyway. Her expression faded, as she just sat next to Chris, leaning into his chest…"Brad's right…The Chief will think we're insane…"
Chris raised a brow. It wasn't unusual for Jill to flirt and tease him like she was, even insisting that she be held, but of all times right now? He placed his hands on Jill's arms, letting her be as close as she wanted to be…"Well…I don't think it matters who writes the report, the Chief won't buy it…"
Rebecca looked in from the cockpit. As cute enough as Jill and Chris together was, the task at hand of explaining this whole mess to the chief was putting a considerable dent in everyone's spirits, including hers.
Brad looked out to the others…"We'll be landing at the station in a minute guys, better gather your stuff…"
Sure enough, they started to gather their equipment, weapons, and the sort.
The wheels and skis of the military style chopper touched down on the helicopter landing pad of the Raccoon City Police Department. Barry hopped out first, then Rebecca, then Brad exited after he had shut down the chopper. He looked at Chris and Jill before left…"…I'll leave you two to lock up…"
Chris blinked a few times. He tried to get back to his feet, but Jill pulled at his arm…"Please…Stay with me. I don't want the chief to find me, he'll want a report…"
Chris insisted…"But…but…"
Jill wrapped her arms around his waist, wanting him to stay…"Just stay Redfield…you're my commando, aren't you?"
Redfield and Commando. Jill's two pet names for Chris. They flirted with each other around the office, although it seemed Chris was staying as a friend instead. Chris couldn't argue. He sat down next to her, while she clung…
Jill didn't move an inch, afraid that the chief would be waiting there for her to reveal herself. Chris would play with her hair periodically, trying to get her to cheer up…"I know it's bad Jill…but…it can't get any worse, right?"
Jill looked up. Her eyes were glassy, and full of tears. She pushed her face into his chest, sobbing loudly…
Chris blinked a few times, then began rubbing her skintight 'Standard issue' shirt…"There there Jill…if you keep crying, the chief will hear…"
But that didn't stop her from crying. She wrapped her arms around his neck and cried into his shoulder…"This is terrible! Imagine those things walking the streets!
Both of them were totally unsure as to whether they were friends or more, but that didn't stop them from sitting silent in that chopper for two hours.
He continued rubbing and patting her back, hoping that she would calm down…or throw up, whichever came first…"Come on Jill…I'll take you inside and get you some water. If the chief wants a report, I'll tell him to stuff it, alright?"
Jill looked up, sniffling…"Okay, Redfield…"
Seeing as she was already all over him, with one arm around her shoulders and one between her knees, he lifted her out of the chopper, leaving the chopper door open. He then carried her inside, walking down a corridor.
Indeed, Chief Irons was waiting for them. He placed a hand to his chin when he watched Chris approach with Jill in his arms…"I take it I'm not getting that report today?"
Chris nodded as he walked by…"Miss Valentine's not in any state to give a report today…" He walked down a hallway, leading her towards the STARS office where the other three were waiting.
He knocked on the door with his foot, as Rebecca opened up the door. Barry was sitting at his desk, Rebecca scurried back to her desk, and Brad sat at the communication controls. Chris sat down at his desk, with Jill in his arms, as she was still sniffling.
Chris patted her on the back a bit more, looking to Barry…"Did we miss anything? Jill wanted her commando to protect her from the chief…"
"We know…" Brad spoke out…"He came around twenty minutes after we got in here demanding a report, then he wanted to know where you two were. We said we didn't know."
"Good answer…" Chris turned to look down on Jill, whose face was still buried in his shoulder…"Are you going to be sick Jill?"
Jill shook her head, pulling a beret from the top of her desk and plopping it on her head, trying to hide her expression from the others…"No…I'll be fine Redfield…"
Chris rolled his eyes. He'd tell her to call him Chris, but she wasn't going to be civil if he wasn't going to. Seeing as she had been driven to the station by a now former teammate, she wasn't going to have a ride home…"I'll drive you home…"
As he got up, Rebecca slipped him a note. He examined it…it said: "Now you be a good commando and help her out alright? Write her a report like a good Redfield ^_^."
Chris nodded to Rebecca, which prompted her to smile. Chris exited through the open door…
*****
Well, we're off to a bit of a start. Jill's using Chris as a friend instead of some play thing. Will this continue, or will she return to her previous ways? When are the events of Resident Evil 2 and 3 going to cut in? Review it and give me a reason to write about it ^_^.
