A/N: *sighs* Wow…it's been quite a while since I've written or read anything! I think this is the longest I've been away from FF.Net! Sorry about that! _ Actually, the main cause for the delay was that my computer had somehow lost Microsoft Word and I couldn't get to it until I found the CD for it…Well here I am, ready and in gear to do some more writing and reviewing! Oh yeah…I'm very glad that summer has gone and all testing is complete! Now let's continue with this story! Hope you guys'll leave a nice little review at the end, if not this chapter then the next s'il vous plaît! (which hopefully should be up soon, I promise!)

Disclaimer: None of the original characters from the Resident Evil franchise belong to me. They are rightfully owned by CAPCOM®.

~UNEXPECTED~

Rebecca was starting to get worried about Jill now. She had been gone all night…where could she have gone? Well she wasn't going to wait there and find out, that's for sure!

Rebecca stormed out of her room, down the narrow hallway, into the living walking past Billy, and then stopped at the door. "Where are you going in such a hurry, babe?" Billy asked her, as he sat at the couch watching television.

She turned back toward him and gave him a simple smile and said honestly, "I'm worried about Jill, Billy. She's not usually out for a day, plus she doesn't have anywhere else to go but here, and he hasn't any money either, she doesn't get her check till tomorrow.  So I'm going out to look for her."

"Have you tried calling her cell?"

"The first thing I did, but she left her cell phone in her bedroom." Rebecca sighed. "What if she's hurt somewhere, Billy? Somewhere where no one can help her but us? What if," she choked at even the thought of it. "What if Umbrella suddenly risen back to power and took her as their hostage and inject her with some disgusting virus or hurt her in some other ways for their own pleasure?! What if she was kidnapped and is in some psycho's house right now begging for him to let her go? Billy, what if…"

"Calm down, 'Becca, calm down. Wherever Jill is I'm sure she's all right, she's a strong woman, just like you, so don't worry, babe. You're so pessimistic nowadays, why, 'Becca?" Billy got up from the couch and walked up to his fiancée and took her by the hand. "You have nothing to be worried about, Jill's who she is, she's a grown woman, and I think she'd much appreciate it if she's treated like one."

"I know," Rebecca responded, tears starting to form in her eyes. "But she's my best friend; I can't stand it if she's hurt in any way, Billy! I can't lose Jill to some perverted psycho who wants nothing but sex! Jill was my first true friend since I transferred to the S.T.A.R.S. in Raccoon," she held back the tears for long enough, just thinking about Raccoon broke through her "shield" to let the tears flow on down her soft cheeks. "Jill's like a sister to me, Billy. Ever since that incident in Raccoon we had gotten to known each other…I can't lose her, I just can't. Please Billy, tell me she's okay, tell me she's still out there, alive and well and safe…somewhere safe…please…can't lose her…I can't…" she repeated those last two words over and over again, pouring her tears in Billy's arms. That's why she loved the guy; always there by her side, she knew she always had a shoulder to cry on, if not Jill. "I love you, Billy." She said under her breath, although loud enough for Billy to catch it.

"I love you too, babe, Rebecca. I love you too." Billy held her tightly in his arm, letting her cry on his shirt was okay with him; it always was when it was Rebecca. He couldn't really bare to see her cry like this because her best friend wasn't home for just one night.

Jill Valentine, the woman between two men, was still sitting at the metal-meshed table with the caring and sensitive Brian Williams. The two together were both drinking their espressos and chatting about their own lives as ruthless teenagers, they were becoming better friends.

"Were you really, Brian?" Jill asked with much astonishment when she heard that he was blamed for a mace attack on students at his high school, only because he was caught holding the spray in his hands.

"Yes I was, they put me to jail for that, I believe I served about a year and half or less. So you used to work in the police force, eh?" he asked her, cock-eyed.

"Uh, if you consider the S.T.A.R.S. organization a 'police force,' then yes. But we were more of an operative organization, working under the heads of the entire organization that were under the nation's power, but not entirely. We soon found that seventy-five percent of the organization belonged to the cynical Umbrella Inc. and that they had planned to carry out a totally horrific plan to overrun the nation and soon the world!" Jill said softly, repeating her memories of the Paris Takedown that had occurred not too long ago.

Brian laughed at the hearing of such words, they sounded so farfetched and moronic, he wondered what great imagination this girl had. "You are the dill pickle, Jill Valentine." He said, still chuckling. "Taking down an entire corporation with maniacal bio-weapons with mere guns seems a bit farfetched to me."

"But you believed me before!"

"Because I was half awake!" he said, still chuckling.

"You loser," Jill said playfully, throwing a bundle of straw wrappings at his face.

Jill seemed to be having a lot of fun with Brian, he was really sweet. She felt that they had a bond between each other, not a boyfriend-girlfriend bond, but a sort of brother-sister bond. It was nice, since; after all, she was the only sibling in her family. This relationship was nice to have; now she had a male friend to turn to, if not Rebecca, but she never doubted Rebecca for not being there whenever she needed her, in fact she was always around. Rebecca, she thought amiably, Please don't be…worrying about me… She suddenly remembered something that should not be, that she only wished she could have fixed right away, but instead she was here sitting at a table with a cup of espresso with her newfound friend.

"I've never been out overnight before," Jill whispered.

"What was that?" Brian asked her.

Jill's face seemed stern now; the color from her seemed to have suddenly drained away. "Rebecca must be worried now, then. I can't have her worrying for me, especially nowadays!" Jill immediately got up from the table and demanded Brian for the car keys. "I'm sorry for being so abrupt, Brian, but I need to get back to…my car!" She just remembered, the suicide note never really left her car and the car was still in the park parked just near the bridge! "Oh, dear God!" She turned back toward reality and faced Brian again and asked fort he car keys once again.

"All right, but I'm driving. I can't have you driving while you're all distraught about your friend." He said, while getting up and out of his chair and soon made his way toward his car. He handed her the keys first. "Here, get in the car, I still have to pay for these drinks, 'kay?"

"Thanks, Brian, for caring about me like this." Jill walked over to his car, rounded it and unlocked the car, entering through the driver's side. Brian had just turned his back to enter the coffee shop to pay for the drinks. "What a sweet guy," she said to herself. "Sorry for leaving you like this, Brian. But I've wasted enough time as it is, I have to get to the park before anyone finds that note…" she started the car, revved it a bit and waited for the traffic to subside and made her way out and through the street, just when Brian had exited the shop and saw her zoom off.

"Jill," he said, looking a bit ashamed and sorry. "Great, now how am I going to get to work?!"

A passerby had been strolling through Goldenrod Park; it was her daily thing to do, just stroll through the park, enjoying the beautiful scenery of coming Christmas. Christmas is so near, she thought to herself, Emma's going to experience her first ever Christmas, Rupert's going to be surprised about the amount of presents he's receiving from Santa Clause this year, and Marie, my sweet daughter, will watch upon her children with much love from above. God bless her soul! Poor husband has to care for the children alone these days.

Her daughter, Marie, was killed in a freak accident in a small town in Pennsylvania not too long ago called Raccoon City. No one was spared during the mysterious explosion of the city, all bodies simply reduced to dust in the wind. It was horrible; the only thing found that seemed to have once been alive was a mass of boiling meat found near a water treatment facility. She had read all of this in the newspaper, naturally a story this big would be spread nationwide, maybe even globally—an entire city destroyed like that.

Hmm…what's this now? She had wondered onto the Goldenrod Bridge, finding, to her surprise, a parked car near it. The door seemed to be set ajar a bit, she walked over toward the car and noticed that a woman's purse was still inside, and next to it was an assortment of cluttered objects—bits of paper, receipts, cases of some sort, and other miscellaneous objects. Of course, being the busybody that she is, and a "good citizen" she looked around to see if anyone was coming and then opened the door a bit more. First she reached for a piece of paper found set on top of the dashboard. She read the letter to herself: "'Life isn't easy, as I can tell…Loving two men is like living in hell…I'm sorry for the confusion, and all that I've done…I promise that once this is over…All's right in this hellish world of yours…Jillian Valentine…daughter of master thief Dick Valentine and daughter of kind-hearted florist Beatrice Monroe Valentine………'" Gertrude looked up and away from the piece of note and stared into empty space. This was a sort of suicide note, she thought. "This poor woman was troubled somehow…Jill Valentine…"

She placed the note back on the dashboard and then reached for the purse to find out some more information about this Jill Valentine person. She brought out, from the purse, a wallet-type pouch and found inside it several credit cards and ID cards. The first ID card she found was her driver's license, stating that she was Jillian Valentine. She flipped over to another ID card; this one came as a surprise to her, a "S.T.A.R.S. Raccoon City Police Department" ID card. This woman must've escaped the city before its final hours!

Gertrude had produced a cellular phone from the pits of her own purse and dialed three very distinct numbers: 9-1-1. Soon after reporting her finding to the police, Gertrude had found an address book in Jill's purse and immediately dialed the first number that she saw scribbled on the first page, Rebecca Chambers.

"Hello, is this Miss Rebecca Chambers?" Gertrude asked in a calm and stern voice. "Why hello there, Miss, Chambers, um, I have seem to have stumbled upon a quite crucial finding of someone you might know," she said, lowering her voice quite a bit, she continued, "The belongings of my findings seem to belong to a woman by the name—"

"Jill Valentine, how could you?"

Claire looked at her brother, a bit concerned. He had been repeating those very words for quite some time now. She didn't think he was quite fit to be driving in such a state, she tried to point this out to him but he wouldn't listen to her, he wouldn't even listen to Barry.

"Jill Valentine, how could you?" he said bitterly, as though a serge of anger was about to erupt from inside of him.

The three of them were back on their flight back to Japan; they were still on their business trip around there. Chris was sitting in between Claire and Barry, staring at the back of a balding man's head.

"Will you stop complaining about Jill already?! God! You're talking like you actually loved her, you know that?" Claire snapped at him, along with smacking him on the head as though trying to bring him back into reality. "She did something wrong, something horribly wrong, and now you just gotta try and forget about it, there are still plenty of girls out there who'll go out with you and not do that."

Love? Chris thought, ignoring the rest of Claire's nagging. I dunno…Do I…Am I…Really…Do I really…LOVE?...

"Chris?" Claire waved a hand in front of her brother's out-in-space face. "Chris? Are you feeling okay? You aren't lookin' too good right now, Chris? Are you—"

"I'm fine, Claire!" Chris exclaimed, he was a little annoyed by his younger sister's nagging. He sighed, apologized for yelling at his sister, even if it was just one little thing; he was just being bothered by something else on his mind at the moment, a certain someone, to be precise.

"Welcome to Tokyo…"

"Ah, finally, we're here!" Barry said, stretching out his arms after getting off the plane. "You know, Claire, they should still have that—"

"You're on, old man!" Claire said, suddenly sprinting off in one direction, toward the arcade, no doubt. Those two were always competing against each other in DDR; he just couldn't get how those two liked that game so much.

"Yeah, they make me wonder sometime," Chris shrugged and scratched his head and walked toward the arcade, after getting what little luggage they had first, of course.

"You're gonna die, Barry Burton!" Claire screamed as she danced around the metal pad, getting almost every step as a "perfect." Barry on the other hand wasn't doing so hot, he was starting to get "greats" and "goods" and even a few "boos" here and there, but he still looked like he was having some fun. These times, the times when Barry and Claire faced each other off during a game of DDR, were probably the only times he really saw them this happy. It was still a recovering stage for them all, after the many losses and gains during their espionages…

Ring, ring, ring! Ring, ring, ring! Phone call! Phone call!

"Huh?—Oh!" Chris had barely noticed that it was his own cell phone that had begun to ring. He withdrew it from his pockets and picked up; the call had a little bad reception. "Hello, this is Chris sp—"

"Chris! Jill's gone! She's gone and commit—"

"Suicide?!" Claire exclaimed as Chris explained to both Barry and Claire what Rebecca had told them. "Why would she go and do something as stupid as that? Well, we can't leave right now, I need some—I need some sleep…" Claire gave a great yawn and outstretched her arms in the usual fashion.

"Are you sure you heard 'Becca right, Chris? I mean, Jill ain't ever gonna just go out and do something like that." Barry said, putting a gentle touch on Chris' shoulder. "You all right, Chris?"

"Y-yeah, Barry…Well, I think we are going to have to catch tomorrow's flight back to California…"

"Why pay for a flight, haven't you already wasted enough money trying to get back into Japan anyway? Let the Exeter S.T.A.R.S. help you there,"

British accent. No way… Chris thought, can it really be him? David?

"David?" Claire said, walking past Chris and up to a cloaked man.

The man chuckled and smiled. His eyes were shadowed by the brim of the hat, but that accent was not forgettable, not at all.

"Hmm, well we haven't much time for the small talk, people. I hear you all need a ride back into California, is that right?" they simply nodded, his shadowy figure—his cloak, well more like a trench coat, and porkpie hat reminded them like someone else.

"Y'know, if I didn't know better I'd've thought you were that Trent guy," Claire said, reaching up to the brim of his hat and stripping it from him.

"Really?" David chuckled, "Well I don't know if that's a compliment or an insult, but nonetheless, thank you—er—I think…well c'mon people, there's a jet waiting for me at the dock near Kyoto, and well I'm heading back to the Ground Zero, so…"

"Thanks, David." Chris murmured, picking up his baggage and gave the man a little smile for comfort.

It had been an hour since Jill left the coffee shop, and still she didn't manage to locate the park, yet. How could she have lost her way? Well, then again, she's never been down on this side of the city before, she'd always stayed at the west end of the city, nearer to the beaches and the pier.

"Oh my God!" Jill exclaimed, banging her hand on the dashboard. "Where the fuck am I?" she screamed in pure frustration. "Oh jeez, why didn't I think of this earlier?!" She could go back to the west end and then find her way around from there; she could retrace her path and end back at the coffee shop and then go from there. She was sure enough that she could at least get back to the west end from there, if not; she'd consider herself a horrible navigator.

"Baker," she read off the next street name that she would take back to the coffee shop, which should still be open considering she's only been gone for about an hour. "Cedar—Lemon—Cyprus—Arcadia…" She kept on making either left or right turns here or there, slowly losing patience with herself, someone would have most likely discovered her car by now, along with the suicide note on top of the dashboard and would have most likely called the police, who would be searching fro her "lost" body now.

She groaned in grief, how could she have ever thought of doing such a heinous thing to herself? She still had something going for her, which has yet to be discovered.

Jill was just about to give up on her search for the park but then she heard the roaring sirens of police cars speeding right behind her. She pulled over onto the right side of the lane to let them pass by her when she suddenly realized that they must be heading to the west end, which is where, obviously, she was heading. But she couldn't imagine why they'd be heading that way, the west end hardly ever had any crimes happening, it was the peaceful end. The last time she recalled ever having seeing a policeman in the west end was when a woman was threatening to jump off the top of a nineteen-story building near Jill's apartment.

"God, how many units are they going to be sending?" She said after seeing the fifth car speed past hers. The thought that they were going to the scene of Goldenrod Park, the supposed scene of where she committed suicide, but she was going to follow them anyway because they were after all heading toward the west end.

Once she was in a more familiar location Jill found it very easy to navigate around. Why bother going to the park at all? I could just go home…yeah, that's right, go home…tell 'Becca everything's going to be all right and that I'm not dead…yea…not dead…tell 'Becca and everyone else, not dead, and not to worry…mustn't worry at all…

This new plan seemed to be better than having to drive all the way to the park. Rebecca would most likely be home right now. She's just got to be…

Jill was just now running up the flight of stairs, wanting to show them, if they did find out, that she was still alive. But if they hadn't, then she could act as if nothing has happened at all.

She took her key from within her pocket and unlocked the door, hesitating a little because she was worried that Rebecca would be worrying. She placed her hand on top of the knob and turned it, then slightly pushed open the door, as if not wanting to disturb the tranquility of the building.

"Hello," she said rather hoarsely. "Hello," she repeated, "is anyone home? Rebecca? Billy?" she pushed past the door and entered the living room. "Rebecca?" Jill called down though the hall, hoping that she was in her room.

This was strange, Rebecca was usually home around this time, this was not like her at all, Billy too. Where could they have gone at such a time? Eh, they probably went out to dinner or something…they deserve a time to themselves; they shouldn't have to worry about me at all…

Jill walked over to the phone placed on the wall near the entrance to the open kitchen. She picked up the receiver and dialed a number she just picked up the night before. "Pick up, Brian,"—ring, ring! Ring, ring!—"Brian! Oh, jeez, hey…no, no one's here, why? Oh, okay…well I think you have every right to be mad at me…you're not? Okay then, you can come over to pick up your car, it's still in the street, I have the keys with me, so you could come up to get it…no, no one's home, I already told you, why would you—okay, bye. See you then."

She wondered now, why had Brian asked her if anyone was home. What did it matter to him if anyone was home or not?

Brian arrived there in less than fifteen minutes. She could just hear his footsteps climbing the steps now, she held his keys in her hands, and still, no one was home. Where could they all be now?

Jill heard the knock on the door, although she knew it was Brian, she couldn't help but feel the want to see a more familiar face that she's known for many a year. "Come in," she said lethargically. Brian opened the door and entered, face agleam and beaming at her. Jill had changed into something more comfortable since her arrival home; Brian had taken much notice of this.

"Uh, glad you like my shirt,, Brian," Jill said warily as she caught him staring at her breasts—there was no way that he'd be interested in the word "Biohazardous" displayed on her shirt.

"Uh, yeah…hehe, I wasn't…really, it wasn't like I was…don't think that I was…'cause I wasn't…"

This was pathetic, he was stuttering like a little boy. She had much respect for him before this; he was like a normal sweet gentleman before now. Now, though, he was cowering because he was caught eyeing her breasts.

"Well, here are your keys, Brian. I'll see you some other time…" Jill said, holding out his keys right in front of his face.

Brian stared at her blankly. He couldn't believe her; she was just blowing him off like this! This was just absurd. She shouldn't treat him like this. He fumbled, straightened up and quickly said: "Uh, c-can I have a cup of coffee before I leave, it's, er, pretty cold outside you know."

They exchanged stagnant stares for a moment then she finally answered. "Yeah, sure, sorry if I sounded so rude, it's just that,"—she walked over to the kitchen—"this really isn't the best time to have someone over, especially a guy. You know, neighbors will start to wonder, I don't doubt one bit that news about me hasn't spread throughout the building. Well, you might as well take a seat there. It's gonna take a few minutes to warm up the water."

He walked over to the dining table and pulled out a wood cushioned chair and sat himself down. He looked over into the kitchen, having able to get quite a good glance at Jill's physique, especially in her slightly oversized pajamas—well, that's what they looked like to him.

She just sported the slightly oversized long-sleeved shirt that barely went past her waistline, and then underneath that, she was wearing what looked like short spandex, blue in color, nice and tight.

"All right, now, you just gotta wait a few more minutes, 'kay?" she said, looking toward him, luckily he turned away in time before she could see that he was staring at her again. He just looked back toward her and gave her a small nod to show her that he understood, he didn't really want coffee, he really wanted something else—something much better tasting than just coffee.

"Uh, Jill…can, can I go and change somewhere? Oh no, it's not that, it's just that I'm going out tonight and I want to look flashy."

Nice one, he thought to himself as he got up from the chair.

"Well, I guess you could use the bathroom, it's just down the hall and to your left. Where're your clothes?"

She looked down at him in suspicion; he didn't really seem like himself right now. He seemed normal only a few hours ago, what could be causing him in acting this way?

Brian looked at her for just a second and then turned and walked down the hallway. Damn, he thought, I was expecting her to tell me to go to her room, but then girls don't really want guys in their rooms, do they? Whatever, I guess the bathroom'll do…

Jill had just poured coffee into two mugs and set them down on coaster on the coffee table in the living room. She threw herself onto the soft cushiony couch, closing her eyes for some rest. She sorely needed a good rest after this entire ordeal; how she could relax in such a tense time she did not really know.

"Jill!" she heard Brian call from within the bathroom, his voice reverberating off the cavernous bathroom walls and into the hall and to her ears. "Can you come here real quickly? I need your opinion."

Jill stumbled up, first dropping to the floor from the edge of the couch—"Ouch,"—then got up and walked down the hall. She made her way up to the end of the hall where the bathroom door was left open and light flooded out into the darkening hall.

"What is it?" she asked as she entered the bathroom.

There he was, tall, lean and handsome guy standing right before her, holding a plaid button-down shirt in one hand and a metallic ice-blue in the other; and he wasn't wearing at all but his boxer briefs! "Can you come here, for a bit, to see which shirt looks better on me?"

Jill said nothing; she just walked up to him and scanned him from toe to head, stopping at his chest for a moment.

"Jill," he said softly as he took a step closer to her.

"Uh…Brian, can you just put on the shirt…" Jill said hesitantly as Brian got a bit too close for comfort. But he didn't stop his advancing on her, and she, being the idiot that she was, stood there and did nothing. She didn't want what she was thinking to happen but she couldn't find it in her to tell him to just back off.

Brian brushed up against her now, her breasts pressed against his chest. He slightly pushed her back up against the cabinet and sort of pinned her there. His right arm groped on to her left and his left arm was pressed against the cabinet.

He moved his head closer to hers, his lips wanting that soft touch of hers to be placed on his, but she was resisting. She turned her head and said something weakly to him.

"Brian, what the hell are you doing?" her head was still turned the other way. "Let go of me, Brian! Let go of me now!"

This had no avail on him, he did not listen to her, he merely drowned out her yells of resistance, and for some reason, and this made it more fun for him. Holding this beautiful woman against her will was riveting.

He removed his right arm's grasp from hers and then turned her head with it, facing his.

"Brian, what the fuck do you think you're doing?! You have no right to be here!"

"But Jill, you invited me here," Brian said calmly through his smiling teeth.

"Brian! Please! You're starting to hurt my arm!" Jill struggled to get out of his grasp but his grip was far too strong for her. "Goddammit—Brian! Why are you—?"

"Why? Because you never even asked me out on a single date! You never said anything of the sort to me! So now you've provoked me to do this!"

"I provoked you?! What the fuck are you talking about! We only met last—" Jill let out a small gasp of air, Brian now had his hand around Jill's throat. The only words that she could manage to breathe out of her gasping mouth were: "Fuck—you."

"Don't worry," Brian said, still through a wide grin smeared across his face. "I will!" Brian then laid his lips upon hers, with her mouth still open and gasping for air he forced his tongue through.

He moved away from her lips for a moment and calmly said, "Jill, dear, stop resisting," he let go of her throat, "you know you truly want me. Those other guys aren't like me."

"Listen to yourself," Jill spat out as she was finally able to breathe a full breath of air. "You're no different from any other dog! All you want from me is fucking sex! You're just another—"

Brian once again wrapped his hand around Jill's throat and spat out at her, this time his smile was wiped away from his face and replaced by his gritted teeth. "Don't you dare talk to me like that you bitch! I'm the fucking man in this relationship!"

"What?!" she gasped, still trying to catch every breath of air she could. Brian let go of her once more, just to hear what she had to say. "What relationship are you talking about?! I don't see you as anything more than a friend! You were a brother-figure to me! Goddammit, Brian! Let me go! So it is true then! Samantha left you for a very good reason! Dammit! BRIAN!"



A/N: The next chapter is in the works as you read this. Please be patient with me, and sorry for the delay of this chapter. Well, hope you guys read on.