A/N: Hey there guys! I'm back with a new chapter. I apologize to any psychologist and psychiatric in advance if anything mentioned in this chapter related to psychology doesn't seem realistic. Happy reading!

Chapter Eleven:

A week had passed. Chris had benevolently forced Jill to visit a BSAA psychiatric regarding her PTSD. He had principally overcome it as for Jill, it had simply worsened due to the appalling events of Kijuju.

At the psychologist's office

The psychologist was a brunette man of forty with a plump build.

"So," he started, his voice knowledgeable and kind, "you've been having nightmares recently?"

"Too many to be put into words."

"Then evidently, you haven't been sleeping well, have you?"

"No," Jill crossed her arms, "Insomnia haunts me every night". The dark purple bags still rested under her eyes. She was wearing a blue jacket similar to the upper part of that battle suit.

"How much sleep do you get each night?"

"About two hours, I don't know."

The psychologist pressed against the tip of his glasses.

"Miss Valentine, I say a word and you say the word that your mind instantly correlates it with. Now let's start, shall we?"

"Right," Jill said self-consciously, her fingertips pressing down into the comfy blue armchair, "then let's get started."

-Hand.

-Cut.

- Mission.

- Blast.

-Wait.

-Hell.

-Offer.

-Late.

- Melody.

-Lacrimosa.

-Flower.

-Red.

-Night.

-Moonlight.

-War.

-B. O. W.

-Pain.

-Stab.

-Love.

-Fantasy.

-Black.

-Night.

"Alright, Miss Valentine," he nodded, frowning, as though he was explaining something to himself. "We'll have to continue the therapy for some more sessions. I hope we make a drastic improvement by then."

"Yeah." Jill nodded, ready to go, "I hope so."

Jill stepped out of the office and was about to turn right into a corridor, when Chris Redfield suddenly appeared in front of her, in a movement that he would do to stun the targets on missions, save for the fact that this time instead of pointing a gun at her, he was heroically wielding a bouquet of wild red roses.

"Chris," Jill exhaled, the blush in her cheeks showing how taken aback she was.

"Thanks," she murmured affectionately, taking the flowers gently. Chris was in fact so hilarious when he tried to act like a Romeo, but it was so nice of him and that was enough.

" They're so worthless near your virtues," Chris said smiling, as Jill delicately smelled the soft red petals, her mesmerizing eyes looking deeply into Chris's radiant brown eyes. He pulled her into a hug.

"Redfield," Jill whispered, taking hold of his shoulders, "we're giving others some real fodder now,"

"I don't care. Let the whole world know," he said in that bright reassuring Chris Redfield tone, keeping hold of her tighter.

"Wanna hang out today?" Jill offered subsequently, drawing circles on the back of his neck.

"Even death can't stop me this time." Chris laughed quietly.

"No doubt, you're a superhero."

They tenderly parted at the sight of a BSAA agent walking by, Chris still carefully holding her hands.

"Then I'll show up at five. How is that?" Chris grinned victoriously.

"Sounds great," Jill kissed him gently on the cheek, walking away to put the fresh roses in a vase.


Jill sat on her comfy loveseat, checking her mobile. It was a message from Claire.

Hey sweetie,

U know, Chris's been acting really strange these days and he's over the moon. I bet it's got sth to do with u, and I appreciate that. Plz take care of him. I can't even think of the days when he was totally fractured. Btw, don't tell him I told u that but he consults me on everything. Will Jill like this? Will Jill like that? & so on I wish you the best, sweetie. Fill me in on anything new. [Kiss emoji]

A twisted smile crossed Jill's face.

Her phone rang, her adrenaline shooting up.

"Yeah, Chris," she answered rapidly, fidgeting with her hair. An unlikely act for Jill Valentine.

" Ready?" his warm voice came through.

"Ready when you are,"

Chris could feel her smile at the other end.

"We're hitting the old park it. You like it?"

"Craving some old nostalgia then? Just don't keep me waiting," Jill chuckled playfully.

"It's you who's developed the habit, not me." Chris said with a childlike stubbornness. One way or another it was true. Jill had kept him waiting for two years.

Chris parked his dark grey convertible in front of Jill's house.

He took a deep breath, knocking at the door.

The door creaked and Jill appeared at the front door.

"Hey," she smiled that captivating Jill Valentine smile that had the warmth of a blazing sun, complementing her strong independent tone.

"Hey," Chris smiled back.

The two agents walked casually to his car in sporty and stylish outfits. After all, the two founders were also the two trend setters.

Chris pulled up near the park. The Sun cast harmonious rays on their shoulders.

They decided to sit on the grass instead of the benches, facing the glittery lake laden with swans. The swans danced happily to the unknown melody of Mother Nature, splashing water on each other and some displayed more intimacy, creating hearts with their long white necks.

"Good for them," Chris thought out loud, leaning back.

"What makes you say so?" Jill asked amusedly, scooting closer, leaning against his brawny body.

"They don't know what Bioterrorism is,"

"It's not like everyone does," Jill said matter-of-factly, "Just look at those people. Lazing around with an ice-cream in their mouth doesn't quite show they're really concerned about it. It directly touches those who operate in the field. People like us."

"Unless they turn into monsters who scavenge each other at any price. Anyway, let's freshen up and forget all about work." Chris laid back on the grass, tucking his hands under his head to enjoy the flourishing rays of the sun.

"Agreed," Jill laid down as well, placing her face on his chest, listening to his heart.

Chris wrapped her up with his muscled hands. Jill was a trained force, but even her full and well-shaped body seemed like a Barbie doll against his frame.

The soft breeze washed over their faces as Jill enjoyed listening to his heart beats in his embrace.

"What's so special about it?" Chris gently pressed her against his chest,

"About what? Your heart?"

"Yeah, it's not like I'm an alien."

"No, you're not." Jill said smiling, huddling up closer, "it's just that your heart is brave, just like you. Brave people have brave hearts."

Chris laughed.

"The way you come up with jokes and metaphors shows you're recovering."

"I'm not joking about this one, Chris." She raised herself a bit to face him, "you really are a brave person that the world is lucky to have."

I was a coward. I couldn't do anything about Wesker. So many lives were wasted, including yours.

"We fight together for what we believe in," he said with raw praise, gently grabbing ahold of her chin, pulling her lips to his. Her warmness was coursing through him before his mobile interrupted it.

Jill pulled back gently and they sat.

"Who's it?"

"I don't know. It's an unknown number." He brushed back a soft strand of Jill's hair as he walked away to answer.

"Hey Jade. Thank you for the data. Your help is greatly appreciated." He slid one hand into his pocket, "now that it's all nicely wrapped up, what's there left to say?"

"Why meet me? Can't you just spit it out?" Jill saw him getting impatient as he walked around in circles, biting his lower lip. Some seconds later, shock plastered on his face, a shock as if he was the last human left on Earth.

"What? No, no, it's crap! I don't have a son! You hear me? I don't fucking have a son! Stop bullshitting!" He shouted, his temper rising like a great tidal wave. He pondered for a second and then mumbled something to himself before hanging up.

He panted hard, turning around to look at Jill. She was gazing into his chocolate brown eyes with a calm face like always, but there was also something critical in that gaze. Trying to read Chris, she chose pragmatic dynamics.

"Is everything alright?" She got up.

"Yeah," Chris looked down at his feet, "Things are getting crazy as shit."

"If there's anything I can help you with," Jill came closer, placing her hands on his shoulders, "anything Chris," she pleaded with the same strong Jill Valentine determination, "I'm still your partner,"

An expectant silence fell in hard. His finger went up to her cheekbone, delicately brushing against it,

"You're my one and only partner," he said with such a faith that people hadn't declared since the dawn of Christianity.

She threw her arms around his neck, holding on to him for her dear life. His warm shelter got around her, Chris buried his nose in her hair, inhaling through the aloe vera shampoo scent of her hair like it expanded his chest. The sky was changing clothes to grey colors again. Chris felt some drops of water trickling down the scruff of his neck, running into his shirt all the way down his back. Then a few more came right from the tip of Jill's chin, soaking his shirt.

Chris cursed himself mentally. He had to be more careful around Jill. Right now she was more breakable than a china glass left for people to step on. Even steel would bend if heated to the maximum extent. The bandages of her soul were being torn violently, scraping more blood and tissue each time. Chris was the one who had complicated it.

Chris gave Jill a ride home. Jill thanked Chris, still smiling as she waved him goodbye. Sometimes Chris wondered if she had been taught to smile like that as a military exercise, a silent pain killer at that, a facade. He was going to fix everything, even if the entire universe conspired against him.

A/N: Thanks again for all the support and kind reviews. This story wouldn't have got here without you lovely readers.