His name was Andy and he worked for the FBI, and half of that information was more than Jill cared to know. What mattered to her was that he was healthy, ready and able. He wasn't the man she really wanted, but he was close enough when Jill felt like she needed someone. And after the past couple of weeks she'd had, she definitely needed someone.
First of all, it had been Christmas, and she wasn't big on the holidays. Not because she had anything against the idea of exchanging gifts with one's family, but because she didn't have anyone to do what with, and she hated the pity everyone was hell-bent on showing to the poor lonely woman they saw her as.
She knew they meant well, but she was so tired of being the vessel for other people's good intentions. She didn't have cheerful decorations in her home, no kids who would wake up at the crack of dawn to open presents, no one to have a family dinner with, and she was fine with that; it was everyone else who kept insisting her lacking those things was a problem.
Second of all, Ingrid Hunnigan had resigned and taken Helena Harper with her, which meant Jill no longer had anyone leading the Field Operations Support, and she no longer had a lead field agent, and while she did have plenty of people who could step in, it would take time for them to learn the ropes, and honestly, as much as Jill had argued with Hunnigan, she did immensely respect her expertise, and would sorely miss it.
Same could be said for Helena, based on what Jill had seen, she was young but brilliant and commanded with confidence, it wouldn't be easy to find someone to do the same. Many were interested in leading positions, but few were willing to accept the responsibilities that came with the fancy titles. Olivia Brooks's name had been thrown around as a replacement for Hunnigan, but when Jill had approached her about it, she'd declined, saying she wasn't interested in being a boss. At least she had the decency to outright say it.
Third of all, Lucy Wesker. Jill had no idea what to do with her. She couldn't just let her go, but at the same time, she had no right to hold her prisoner either. She'd already crossed the line keeping her detained for as long as she had, and even if Hunnigan hadn't threatened to bring her lawyer into it, Jill would've had to start coming up with means to deal with Lucy.
She supposed she could just have her placed under surveillance, but the truth was, she didn't want to lose Lucy as an agent, because for some godforsaken reason, she genuinely believed Lucy could be an extremely useful asset if she would just agree to work with her; having an agent like her would enable Jill to fight fire with fire.
Hell, maybe we should all be doped up, seems to be the only way to keep up with the competition, Jill had thought grimly, and frankly, that was a scary thought in on itself, but what made it scarier was realizing just how little she would've actually minded going that far if it meant she'd be able to rid the world of bioterrorists and crooked arms dealers once and for all. And realizing that had made her question herself something awful, because that used to be the kind of a thing she never would've even considered. What the hell had happened to her?
Oh, who gives a fuck, she grumbled internally and braced herself, gripping the edges of the mattress as she readjusted her hips a little, seeking better support from the pillow placed underneath them. She didn't want to see him, that would've ruined the illusion.
Andy leaned forward and rested his weight on his left arm while the right arm reached over her hip, his hand between her legs, the touch of his fingers on her clit kind of rough but not unpleasant as he frantically fingered her in sync with his thrusts. Jill rolled her hips a little for a better angle, pushing against him, and finally, his dick hit the spot, grinding against it with every push.
"Yes, keep going," she ordered and shoved his hand away from between her legs, placing her own fingers where his had been; she knew him well enough to know he'd do a better job of fucking her than he did of fingering her, and right now, she wanted him to fuck her.
"I am," he grunted, gripping her waist as he pushed into her faster and harder.
Jill swallowed a moan when she came, ignoring the fact that she'd hit the back of her head against his chin when her body jerked during the climax. He didn't seem to notice or care either, too busy frantically thrusting into her before he came, and barely two seconds afterward, she already wanted him gone.
Now that all was said and done, he felt wrong. The pattern of the veins on his hands and arms were all wrong. His scent was wrong; the cologne he wore was the right one, but when it mottled with his body odor, it was wrong. His voice was wrong. The words he said were wrong. His shaven face was wrong, there was no stubble or beard her hair would've gotten stuck on as he held her. He wasn't the man she wanted, he was a pale imitation of the real thing and he would do in a pinch, but the moment had passed and she wanted nothing to do with him.
"Get out."
"Come on, baby, just give me a chance to nap at least."
"No. Out!"
"We've been doing this for years now, why can't we be friends already?"
"Because I don't actually like you, I just want to have sex with you."
"You're just using me for my body? That's cruel," he chortled.
"Now you know how all the women you've brought to your place just to fuck 'em and leave 'em have felt."
"I never bring chicks to my place, it's easier to leave than to get them to leave," he said and got up.
"Well, then you know how I feel now. Get. Out. "
"All right, all right, I'm going," he said, and Jill heard the fabric rustling and his belt buckle clink as he got dressed. After a few moments of that, he leaned to press a kiss onto her cheek and patted her ass, and Jill barely contained the groan of disgust threatening to emerge from her.
"Bye, babe. Call me anytime," he said cheerfully and finally left.
Jill waited for a few moments before getting up and going to take a shower. After she was done, dried off and dressed, she went to the kitchen and stared into the fridge. There was nothing she wanted in there. Same for the cabinet. She didn't even know what she wanted. She made herself a rum and coke, toying with the idea of getting drunk, but even drinking didn't really appeal to her. She lit a cigarette, but even that didn't feel as satisfying as she knew it could feel at its best.
Why don't I even want anything? she mused, smoking, and sipping her drink reluctantly, determined to finish it for she had no intention of wasting perfectly good alcohol.
Was this what her life was now, existing only to do a job she didn't enjoy, pay bills and taxes, and exist? What a waste. But when she asked herself what she should do differently, what did she really want, she couldn't think of an answer.
Maybe I'm just getting old, Jill sighed internally. She was far from old-old, but as she considered once again the fact that she had outlived her mother, and this hollow feeling of nothing really making her feel anything anymore, she had to wonder if this was what her mother had felt like, and if it had been what had driven her to make the decision to end her own life.
What was the point of living when everything felt like nothing?
Lucy didn't know what day it was and she'd long since lost track of how long she'd been here exactly. It felt like months, but she didn't think it had been that long really...it was hard to tell because all the days felt the same, all the days went the same. The nurse had stopped coming by for blood, so she supposed the quarantine period had ended, but no one had bothered telling her as much, let alone releasing her.
Maybe they forgot about me, Lucy mused. The more time went by without anyone coming to see her, the more convinced she became of the fact that that was exactly what had happened. She was no longer in anyone's immediate presence and thus they forgot she existed.
That's how insignificant I am to them. INSIGNIFICANT. UNNECESSARY. WORTHLESS..
At least they hadn't forgotten to feed her, though her meals were still limited to two per day and one snack. She was somewhat glad her stomach had shrunk to the point of her not getting incredibly hungry anymore, her body having adjusted to the minimal amount of food.
She'd managed to squirrel away some food, the amount of it rather minimal but the total calories were somewhere around five thousand, she assumed that would be enough to keep her going, at least until she'd get out of here.
Thankfully, an opportunity had presented itself yesterday when Olivia had dropped by. She'd probably wanted to share some news about Ingrid and the babies, or whatever, Lucy didn't really care, but she did see this as her chance.
She'd told Olivia she wasn't feeling well, and requested that she come by tomorrow, and fortunately for Lucy, Olivia had agreed. This meant she had time to prepare, time to eat and build up strength, and the moment Olivia would arrive, she could make her move and get the hell out of here. She didn't know where she'd go from there, but it didn't matter; the only thing that mattered was escaping because she needed to get out of here.
Lucy ate to the point of feeling like she was going to throw up, and then ate a little more, and finally pocketed the leftover nutritional bars meant to replace meals. She'd barely managed to get over the worst nausea when the door finally opened. To her surprise, her visitor wasn't Olivia, though; it was Jill Valentine.
Doesn't matter, move! she told herself.
The moment the door was open far enough, Lucy rushed toward Jill, tackling her shoulder into the blonde's midsection and pushed her out, slamming her into the wall opposite to the door. The guard was reaching for his weapon but didn't make it in time before Lucy telekinetically shoved him into the cell and slammed the door shut, his gun clattering on the floor, useless to him now.
Jill's elbow landed against Lucy's back hard enough to knock some of the wind out of her, but Lucy was determined to let nothing stop her, not now, not when she'd made it this far...which, ironically, was merely a few steps' worth of distance.
"What are you doing?" Jill grunted through clenched teeth.
"I'm leaving!" Lucy yelled and stood up straight, attempting to make a run for it, but Jill gripped her wrist and yanked her back, going for the same move she'd done the last time they had fought, attempting to punch Lucy in the ribs, amplifying the impact by pulling on her as she punched. But Lucy expected this now, and arched her back, managing to avoid getting hit.
She swept her leg back, the heel of it impacting against the back of Jill's knee, dropping her momentarily, and Lucy kicked again, the sole of her foot hitting the side of Jill's face, and she used Jill's cheek to push herself away from her.
"And you'll go where!" Jill huffed, wiping blood from the corner of her mouth.
"Anywhere that isn't here!" Lucy answered and telekinetically slammed Jill into the wall, pinning her in place as she turned to run.
"And then what!" Jill called out after her. "You don't even know what you can do, you don't know how using these powers will affect you! You could do irreparable damage to your body if you keep doing this!"
"Sure, you'd rather I stayed in the cell, being slowly starved!" Lucy yelled, but stopped because as much as she hated to admit it, Jill had a point.
"No, I would rather you worked with me, but I can't allow you to leave until I have some guarantee you won't just set everything on fire the moment you don't get your way," Jill grunted.
"How the fuck am I supposed to convince you or anyone of that? Pinky-promise I'll behave?" Lucy laughed bitterly.
"I don't know! I guess we'd just have to learn to trust each other," Jill said, trying to push herself away from the wall, but Lucy pushed back.
"Why the hell would I ever trust you? All you've done is locked me up and tried to dictate what I am allowed to do!"
"Because I'm your only option! You can run, but where will you go? At best, you will be classified as a rogue agent, at worst, a risk to national security, you will be hunted like any other terrorist. Is that really how you want to spend the rest of your life?"
"You could just leave me the fuck alone!" Lucy growled and pushed harder, making Jill grimace under the pressure.
"No, I couldn't, because as long as you're not under my supervision, you are at risk of becoming a terrorist or a mercenary, or just a common thug who likes to flay people alive with her mind," Jill said through her teeth.
"I will not be anyone's slave again!"
"You need to grow the fuck up!" Jill lost her temper. "And growing up means doing what you should do instead of doing what you want to do! I am offering you a chance to work with us, under my supervision, so you can have some kind of a life and freedom rather than be forced to live your life in hiding or imprisoned just because you might be a threat!"
"I hope you appreciate the irony of what you're saying," Lucy said, giving a glance at her cell's door, and Jill sighed.
"I do. The reason I came here was to apologize about how things went down, and to talk with you about how we could fix this, but you attacked me before I had a chance to say anything," she said. "I am placing my trust in you. The rest is up to you," Jill added, and that was all she had to say.
Lucy released the hold and Jill slumped forward, taking deep breaths now that she wasn't being crushed against the wall by invisible force, restricting her lungs' ability to expand.
"So, that's it, we just go on like nothing happened, back to normal, whatever normal is for us?" Lucy scoffed and Jill let out a mirthless laugh.
"No. You're on probation. You will be under surveillance. You will undergo mandatory therapy. You will submit to regular tests to monitor your mutation. You will train under my direct supervision. If you've shown no signs of turning into a...well, a Wesker, in five years, you'll be granted the freedoms of a full-fledged agent."
"And what do I get out of submitting to all this exactly?" Lucy arched an eyebrow, ignoring the obvious doubt placed upon her shoulders because of her lineage.
"You get to go home. It may not sound like it, but it's a better deal than the one I got when I was in your shoes."
Lucy stared hard at Jill, looking for any signs of disingenuity, and she couldn't see any; the offer was sincere and probably indeed the best Lucy could hope for under the circumstances. True, she hadn't done anything wrong, she hadn't deserved any of the recent treatment, this was all an injustice, Lucy knew that, but she wasn't stupid.
What Jill had said about her being hunted was true enough for certain, the DSO was a government agency and not known for letting assets escape its grasp. As far as Lucy knew, that was how Leon had been drawn into the fold way back when, at least that was the impression she had gotten from what Sherry had said about Leon agreeing to work for them in exchange for them leaving Sherry alone. And then they hadn't left her alone either.
The deeper Lucy looked into the organization that was considered to be the most honorable one, the President's sword, the elite troops with the noble duty to protect the United States from any threat, foreign and national, the more she realized it was just as full of corruption, coercion, extortion and torture than any other nest of snakes disguised as a government agency tasked with protecting the citizens. Still, she supposed it would be better to work for them than be hunted by them, seeing as that seemed to be the only two options left for her.
"All right. All right, I'll do it," Lucy slowly agreed.
"All right," Jill said too, and nodded, extending her arm toward Lucy, and it took the younger woman a moment to realize Jill was expecting a handshake. As if that would make it an official and binding agreement. Lucy supposed that for now the gesture would have to do, and clamped her hand onto Jill's forearm, and they shook on it.
"Wanna get lunch? I'm buying," Jill then offered, and Lucy chuckled.
"I could eat."