A/N: Hey! I got back after centuries! Don't worry I won't abandon my stories! Otherwise I would have deleted them. By the way, happy new year!
With a special thanks to 1sotope for his precious ideas.
And I don't own the RE characters, (I will bid for them one day!). Happy reading
Raging water flowed to the top of the kettle, screaming out, bringing Chris back to consciousness. That flood was about to pour down any minute. Jill was still there on the pillow of his warm shoulder, sleeping like a sweet child.
"Hey, Jill" he said softly, trying to wake her up. She didn't move. He quite regretted the fact that he had to disturb that calm fitful rest.
"Jill, don't doze off here." His fingers moved up, gently resting on her opposite arm, "c'mon partner, your neck's gonna ache." His fingers pressed lightly into her arm, "Jill…"
"Yeah?" She breathed with a cracked voice, pressing her head against Chris's shoulder,
"Nothing, just sleeping here will do you no good. Let's get ya to bed."
"Right, sorry about that." Jill smiled sheepishly, quickly raising her head. Their eyes both sore, they made a heavy attempt to get off the sofa with a slow lazy stretch. The water had already poured down.
"Chris, do you still want some tea? "Jill rushed to the electric kettle in long strides, turning it off.
"No, I wouldn't go for it right now. A bed suits me better."
"Nice point to mention, comrade."
She was out of the kitchen in a flash, below a white arch, arms crossed,
"You take the bed, I'll have the sofa." Jill said motioning with her head, the shadows under her eyes seemed to stretch under the silvery lights of the moon and the house light bulbs. He earnestly wished they could both share one bed.
"No, you sleep in your own room. Sofa's all right." Chris smiled, mostly to hide the self-denial which was dragging his heart around wildly.
"You sure?" her eyebrow rose to get the final admission.
"Yeah." He dismissed with his forearm.
"Fine. Try to get some rest, we'll be off to work tomorrow," an engulfing smile cheered on her luscious lips as she headed to her bedroom.
All of a sudden, Chris's phone rang high and he promptly answered, his eyes widened. He could not believe who it was.
Jade
Jill turned on her heels halfway to the room,
"Who in the world would call you now?"
"Um, it's Jade."
"Who?" There was a touch of surprise on Jill's face, she had never heard her name before.
"Just an old friend…" "Hey, Jade" Chris said, feigning a frustrated voice, "you know it's 1 am, right?"
Chris felt uneasy talking with her in front of Jill.
Jill watched as he spoke with the woman, just able to hear his side of the conversation, but then she rapidly went to her bedroom, considering this act eavesdropping, maybe Chris preferred to talk to the person in privacy. Nonetheless, her bedroom was directly adjacent to the hall like binded blocks, so no matter what, she would clearly hear everything.
"Jade, I told you this even before the raccoon, everything between us is over now, okay?... What?!"
He paced around the hall with quick heavy steps, fury was emitted around him like an invisible steam.
Everything between us is over now. Was there even anything between them before? God…
"Look, I don't know how much you're stuck in this, but now's not the time, okay? I'll probably hang out with you to check things up but I ain't taking this crap. Good night!" he hung up, pressing the screen with anger.
Jill returned to the hall,
"New trouble?" She smiled emphatically,
"Nah, just some personal issues to deal with." He smiled back, "anyway, didn't mean to hold you awake till now. You go sleep."
"Is there anything I can help you with?" Jill leaned her arm against the wall, taking hold of her elbow. Her radiant eyes told Chris she was there for him every minute.
"No, honestly there's nothing you can do about this. I'll just wait it out." Chris said, lying on the sofa.
"Well, good night Chris." She smiled one of those enchanting smiles, returning to her bed.
Hours gone, Chris was jerked awake to the sound of glass shattering. It had come out of Jill's bedroom.
Without taking a second to hesitate, he ran as fast as his legs could carry him, throwing the door open, switching on the very dim light. It had taken him all his composure not to break it. There she was, sitting on the bed under the pale moonlight which slithered into the room, her forearm covered in blood. Chris rushed towards her, landing near her on bed, taking hold of her forearm,
"Jill, what happened?" he asked with concern, his compressed breath half caught in his lungs. His sharp eyes moved to analyze the wound.
"Sorry Chris," she breathed out, panting hard, a thick layer of cold sweat on her face and her thin pearly white tank top, "didn't mean to wake you up. I was having… this horrible nightmare and apparently, I broke the vase in search of my pistol."
Chris observed the white delicate flowery vase, which was now nothing but shards of glass under the bed table, some cruel fragments mingled with Jill's blood. Her pistol was right there, a fast and also dangerous insurance he thought.
"Pretty funny, isn't it?" Jill laughed, she was one of those people who had a tendency to laugh in the face of danger.
"No" said Chris all but sternly, "it's not funny to have nightmares and cut your hand like this!" her hand in his, he casted his eyes around the room to find something handy in order to treat the wound.
"At any rate, it's not a matter of life and death," Jill calmly said, heading towards the bathroom, taking out her first aid kit out of the cabinet. Chris followed her,
"Let me help." He first cleaned the wound with antiseptic while Jill wrapped and pressed gauze bandage around it and then, she applied a layer of antibacterial ointments. He gently pressed her forearm to lessen the bleeding pressure,
"Visiting a doctor is completely necessary to check if there's still any glass in there," Chris said informatively, as they returned to Jill's bathroom.
"Thank you Chris," she whispered,
"Chris, you know … we were back at that mansion and Wesker … he ripped my heart off my chest!" Jill touched her chest as if her heart wasn't there, looking at the window deep in thought, as though she were narrating an engrossing story, "And then he stood above me, his red eyes flickering, he gave me a nasty smile and then everything faded… it seemed like forever."
Jill then slowly headed towards the window after switching off the light, opening it, breathing like outdoors fanatics.
"You know this coldness holds me conscious, there's a special quality to it." She said looking outside, as she tilted her chin forward for the frosty weather to freely breeze on her face.
"Jill, I don't know what to say. Can't say I haven't had nightmares ever since…" he moved towards her, beside the dark window, his hands resting near Jill's on the wooden window sill, "We've always been on the run, and things never really fell into place, there were vicious circles, like always…"
"I know, Chris." She said, her eyes searching the farthest horizon through the window, as if Umbrella was still there, Chris was right: Wesker was still there. Every time, they were about to appear in different forms and encroach their darkness on each region day by day, they would continue to devour the earth, and swallow it like a delicious bite of sandwich.
"Sometimes, I wish there was no need for sleep. Not with experiences like this. Now Chris, it's my problem not yours. Getting you into this is my fault."
"Jill, we both know you were diagnosed with PTSD. You're so lucky to have endured it so far, and you shouldn't apologize for anything."
They stared at each other, a bit longer. The tall buildings in distance reflected the dim light of everything thrown at them. This town was not as busy as those in the movies, there was almost no nightlife, which seemed to be a blessing.
"Chris…" She murmured, her eyes returning to the dark cloudy horizon again. She didn't know what would happen, and she didn't care. Her heart skipped a beat. The sweat on her skin increasing.
"Yeah?" Chris waited impatiently. "What's wrong?"
The next instant Chris was paralyzed with a fever of shock, as he found that heavenly goddess inside the circle of his warm muscular arms, her hands locked around his neck, her head pressed against his strong chest,
"I missed you" she managed to say in breathy words, her words already run out.
Jill was losing herself to terror, Chris wasn't reacting and she was scared that she had done something truly awkward.
I really hope he doesn't request to change his partner after ten years.
Chris was still frozen, but he really appreciated that. He wrapped his arms around her waist, tightening the warm lock, relieving Jill to a large extent. She was so cold against him and Chris had noticed her pale features since days ago.
"I missed you too, Jill." Chris finally said,
"Can't go on with these nightmares, I'm tired Chris…" Jill whispered, her voice full of desperation.
"I won't let them chase you." He reassured her, his arms caressing her back, savouring her full frame under them.
"Will you?"
"Always."
A/N: Like always thank you for your beautiful reviews.
Dear abcacb1221:
Hey there! She meant that are you coming in for the tea or not?! Hope that makes things clear.
Dear Rejak:
Kinda takes you back, doesn't it? Lol. Yeah, it made story progress.
Dear 1sotope:
Like I said, thank you very much for the ideas. They were kinda an inspiration.
Dear wilburforcemoney:
I'm glad I'm back, haha! Thank you mate!
