Summary: Sarah has had reacquiring nightmares for several months, all in which John is killed by a Terminator from the future. With her paranoia getting the best of her, Sarah leaves Charley and takes John away before heading to Raccoon City, unaware of the danger they would face there.

Disclaimer: Resident Evil belongs to Capcom.© and Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles belongs to FOX Network. I make no profit from writing this and am only doing it because it's fun and enjoyable.

Pairings: John/Rebecca

Rating M- For Language and Violence. Expect Blood, Gore, and Lots of Swearing.

//-/Author Note/-//

Hello one and all, it's the Cursed And Torn here. I've recently come to the conclusion that I actually enjoy writing this story and the rampant plot bunnies are running amok in my mind, trying to make their voices heard to improve the quality of this fanfiction. It's maddening really.

Also, I'm sorry for the long break! I had been suffering from a severe writers block before college started to become a priority. Then to top it off, I lost my computer to a nasty virus and lost all my work for all my classes because some dumbass had too much time on their hands! I went all of December and a good portion of November without a computer and ended up failing one of my classes because of it!

Anyway, there will be some more Rebecca and John interaction in this chapter, as well as a dynamic entrance for Chris.

Anyway, here's chapter 3. Read and enjoy.

Chapter 3- First Dates or Something Close to That

Raccoon City Plaza; 3:45 PM, May 18th, 1998...

Thomas Richmond was not happy. He hadn't been happy in a long time.

Okay, maybe that was utter bullshit. He had been extremely happy a few hours ago with his girlfriend, Lidia, after they had done the deed for what had to be the third time this week. That, and graduation was just around the corner, along with Prom. Though not exactly excited at the prospect, it meant free food, drinks, and a wild after party.

No, what got him in a horrible mood was a fourteen year old freshmen by the name of John Gale.

When the kid had first come to the school back in late April, Thomas knew something was up with the him. Who the hell moves to a new town this late in the school year? Especially with graduation right around the corner and the end of the year exams only a month away? It didn't make sense, so Thomas decided to do a little digging. Evidently that came up with nothing, so he went for the next approach. Monitoring the new freshmen.

What he found was that the kid didn't attempt to make friends with anybody. And he meant anybody. Not even the 'geek squad' consisting of the usually computer nerds whom probably never saw a naked girl other then on their computer screens, and they were always accepting of the freaks and weirdoes that came to the school. Hell, the kid even made it a point to make it out of his way to push people away, even him when he introduced himself, admittedly not on friendly terms as this was one of the first confrontations that he got into with Gale, all over a conversation he had caught him having with Lidia. Though she tried to tell him that it wasn't Gale's fault, and that she had gone to talk to him, which in reality just pissed him off even more, Thomas refused to listen to her.

So he decided to show the kid his 'place' in school. His spot on the bottom of the totem pole. In all fairness, he was doing the kid a favor really. An attitude like that could lead him to a lot of trouble if he didn't watch himself. So taking Mike and Bill with him, they cornered John outside the school, intent on showing him the consequences of his actions.

After that blunder, Tom was furious. He had to explain to his aunt the reason he had a busted nose, and why Mike was cradling his wrist and Bill was favoring his left leg over his right. He was fortunate enough to the fact that his aunt believed he could do no wrong, and being the 'perfect model student' he was, tried to help Gale only for him to throw it back in his face. He was essentially glad that the only witnesses to the event were Bill and Mike, so with their word as well as his against Gale's, he was reprimanded for his actions. Following those events, the three of them started becoming bolder with their bullying, able to attack him in the halls between class and in front of a few teachers, all without any repercussions. It helped after all not only being rich, but also having parents under the employ of the very company that ran the town. And help endorse the school for that matter.

So yeah, things had steadily started to look up for Tom. He got to take his daily frustrations out on Gale without fear of retribution, had one of the hottest girls at school at his side, and was practically guaranteed a spot at Raccoon University, with graduation only a month away.

And then she walked onto the scene.

Rebecca Chambers. He remembered the bookworm back in elementary school, always buried in some textbook or novelty. She was the 'perfect' student after all. Got all straight A's and graduated from high school at the age of fourteen.

Shame really. She had started to grow attractive at the time, and from what he heard, the quiet, studious ones were the real wild ones in bed. With a shrug of his shoulders and not a care in the world, Tom had gone back to his daily routine, Rebecca slipping his mind before that day was out.

Now, as of almost a week ago, he couldn't get the girl out of his mind. Four years later, and she looked absolutely hot! A hell of a lot hotter than Lidia, that was for sure. Yeah, Lidia was the typical hot blonde that would turn heads, but Rebecca had a beauty around her that in comparison to Lidia made the girl look like she was still a child.

Still relatively short, standing at only 5'3", she held herself with a confidence as she overlooked the large mass of students. He noted instantly that her body, once frail and thin, had filled nicely, her choice of clothing outlining her curves generously, only leaving the more sacred bits to the imagination. Only a small glance to other students revealed that he wasn't the only male taking some appreciation in her form.

It was then that he grew curious as to her presence there. She had graduated three years early, much to his and the entire student population's jealousy. Being back here for a social visit was certainly out of the question, and he had been positive that following her acceptance and graduation from college that she would have gone off to some high-end paying job with a career that matched her superior intellect and brilliance. His thoughts however wandered once more as his eyes trailed over her form once more, before finally taking notice of her clothing.

And to his immediate surprise, she was dressed in a S.T.A.R.S. uniform. She was a cop! Not just a cop, but freaking S.T.A.R.S.!!! They were the elite, the best of the best here in Raccoon City. Hell, they were even better then SWAT, and rarely got called on any routine civilian work.

Now it was official. He had to tap that.

Before he could even summon the arrogance he required to swagger over to her, she started making her way towards him! If that wasn't an ego booster, Tom didn't know what was.

Then she brushed by him.

Not even brushed by, but unceremoniously pushed aside, as she made a beeline for the last person Tom would have wanted her to interact with.

Gale.

He felt his blood boiling as she took his face tenderly in her hands, moving it from side to side, examining the cuts and bruises on his face before taking his hand in hers, running her fingers over the still bleeding wound on it.

Good. He hoped it stung the little shit.

To make his anger even more palpable, they started to talk to one another as she bandaged his hand, grabbing some disinfectant and wiping it in a tender manner across his face. He wanted to puck at the sight of Rebecca's caring eyes directed towards John, of all people, and wanted to break the kid's face in when he started to blush under her gaze.

Dammit! That should be him there under Rebecca's care, not John!

He bristled as Rebecca gave a salute to John, a small smile on her face as she said, "Officer Rebecca Chambers, S.T.A.R.S Bravo Team and Field Medic." She winked at him before adding, "But that's just Rebecca to you."

God damn, was she flirting with him?! If anything, the unhealthy red that Tom was turning now started to darken to a sickly puce. If Gale thought he had it rough the past few weeks now, he was going to see just how horrible it was going to get before school was out.

After the whole misunderstanding was cleared up, where it was revealed that some idiot Junior had pulled the fire alarm on a bet, Rebecca went off with the firefighters, much to Tom's happiness and slight discontent.

Later on that day, Tom came down to the conclusion that he was being irrational. What did he have to worry about anyway? Gale was fourteen years old, probably just beginning puberty. What could any woman, least of all Rebecca, see worthwhile in Gale, and not see it in him, except in far greater amounts? Sure, Rebecca might have pushed him aside, but she was a field medic, and John was injured, though probably not enough in his personal opinion. She was just doing her job, nothing more, nothing less. She probably didn't even recognize him either, seeing as it had been four years since they had last seen each other. The only reason he recognized her was because of the fact that she still kept her auburn hair as short as she did in elementary school.

Yeah, that was it. Rebecca was doing her job, and now knowing that she worked in the police force, made it that much easier for Tom to later locate her after his graduation. He would reintroduce himself and get himself reacquainted with the young woman, put up a convincing front, and after a week, maybe two, would be in his bed, withering underneath him.

This conception however, was shot to hell a week later.

He had been sitting down at the Raccoon City Plaza, in the food court more specifically, with Mike and Bill, waiting impatiently for their girlfriends to join them from their shopping.

And then Tom saw her. Rebecca, except unlike a week ago, she wasn't dressed up in her uniform. This time, she was dressed in red halter-top and a pair of dark wash jeans, matched only by the pair of black boots. She had on a pair of earrings, white in color, with a pair of black fingerless gloves.

Glancing at her exposed skin, Tom felt his jaw drop as he spotted a sleek black design on the side of her torso.

'Is that…a tattoo?!'

If he had thought Rebecca was attractive before, she was downright sexy as hell now!

Turning his eyes away from her, which was no easy feat in itself, Thomas was able to look beside her, noticing for the first the person she was walking alongside and talking adamantly with, a smile playing across her lips.

Next to her, dressed in a gray faded shirt with the words ACDC printed on the front with a long-sleeved shirt underneath that, and a pair of dark jeans was none other than John Gale.

This is where he currently found himself, his good mood immediately spoiled.

Bill and Mike didn't seem to notice him, and if they did, choice not to comment, too estranged by the sight of Rebecca's flawless and exposed skin.

Smacking both of them upside the head, Tom growled at the indigent cries they made, which shut them up almost immediately. Like they had any right to be eyeing up his woman!

After seeing Gale once more with Rebecca, especially dressed like that, made the decision for him. Gale was going to pay, and Rebecca would be his, consequences be damned!

Besides, even if Lidia didn't forgive him for sleeping with another woman, he had other options. And he had caught Marcia eyeing him more than once, so he didn't particularly care if Lidia didn't put out for him. After all, it wouldn't be the first time he screwed Marcia behind Bill's back, and definitely not the first time he cheated on Lidia.

Definitely not the first time indeed. Several images of a few freshmen girls popped to mind, not to mention Lidia's older sister, Catherine.

He watched with a subtle ire as Gale continued his conversation with Rebecca, leading the two of them to a table not too far from his current position before pulling out a chair for her.

He watched with a subtle twitch of his fingers as Rebecca smiled at Gale before taking the offered seat, though not before pressing her lips against his cheek in a chaste kiss. Tom made a mental note to strangle Gale before the day was out.

Blushing red like the inadequate teenage boy he was, Gale murmured a few words to Rebecca which she smiled at before nodding her head in response.

Getting up and making his way towards them once Gale had gone off to a nearby Burger King stand, no doubt to get them some food, Tom allowed a smirk to cross his face.

He better be used to eating alone.

John couldn't believe the turn of events that happened in the last week. When he had first met Rebecca Chambers, he was sure that he would never see her again. After all, she was an officer of the law, and not only that, but part of Raccoon's elite force, outranking SWAT. Keeping in contact with her would just blow his cover, as well as his mother's, and they would have to move again. After glancing at his classmates and 'tormentors', John realized that the idea of moving actually had some merit…

Following his day at school, which had returned to normal once more, including another beating from his 'tormentors', though oddly harsher than any previous, John was surprised to find his mom waiting there for him.

S.T.A.R.S. was the Raccoon City Police Department's elite force. They were conspired of mostly former military and mercenaries, with a glorified cop or two thrown in. In fact, he was certain that an expansion was going to happen soon, leading the thirteen current members to branch out to at least another thirty cops or so. Relatively new, they had only been in activation for a little over two years now. They dealt with terrorism and cult-related crimes. Which, more or less, meant him and his mother, being listed as national terrorist themselves after the events of Cyberdyne.

This meant they had to be avoided at all costs.

Accepting a job from them didn't fit the criteria.

John told his mother as much, getting more and more frustrated by his mom's lack of responses.

She then explained to him of the unspoken leader of S.T.A.R.S., Albert Wesker. How the man had run her fingerprints through the computer system, finding out her alias to be a fake and pulling out her file as Sarah Connor. He connected the dots instantly, and gave her an ultimatum. Join S.T.A.R.S. with a clean slate, in a manner of speaking, or he would turn the files over to Irons and have her arrested and more or less sentenced to life in prison. Capital Punishment if they moved for it. While a form of blackmail, Sarah made it a point to mention the benefit of being a S.T.A.R.S. member. With that kind of status, she had access to files within the U.S government. More specifically, their files. She could track the Fed's and local police much easier, and put up false leads on their whereabouts, drawing attention away from Raccoon City. She could even delete the files (something that John was sure he would end up doing if it ever came to that), erasing all traces of them.

So she accepted the position.

Looks like he would get to see more of Rebecca after all.

So that was what lead him to where he was in currently. Inside the Raccoon City Plaza, Rebecca at his side, just walking around.

He had met the other members of S.T.A.R.S., though the majority of them he actually knew of personally were all from Alpha team, seeing as that was where his mother was assigned. So far, he had a good relationship with several members of the team, and not so much with others.

For starters, John didn't like Albert Wesker. The man just had a demeanor around him that didn't sit well with him. He didn't get an exact bad vibe from him, but rather that the man carried himself too well, too carefully. That and the man knew who they were, and John was certain that he was going to hold that over their head at some point.

Next on his list was Brad Vickers. To put it simply, the man was a coward. He had no ounce of bravery in his heart, which is why his nickname was Bradley "chicken heart" Vickers. He'd sooner abandon you at the first sign of trouble and run then stick his neck out for you.

He was however, on good terms with other members, namely Chris Redfield, Barry Burton, and surprisingly, Jill Valentine. With Chris, John could talk about virtually anything, sharing a somewhat brotherly bond with the man. John secretly admired Chris for his sense of justice and charisma, not to mention that he had a good sense of humor. He shared a similar bond with Joseph Frost, a former member of Alpha team until his mother's arrival. Though a little put off that he was thrown back onto Bravo team in favor for someone whom had no military training, Joseph took it in stride, somewhat glad that he was with Bravo, a team he more or less was far more familiar with. Though it wasn't as strong as what he had with Chris, John could safely say that his friendship with Frost was something remarkable.

Barry on the other hand, having kids of his own and knowing that John was fatherless, had taken the role of a surrogate parent. He was there to listen to John's problems at school whenever he felt like talking, and was able to give any number of helpful tips and advice. They both also shared a common interest in weapons, both of them learning something new every day after speaking with one another.

Lastly was Jill. When John first met her at her desk in the R.P.D., being just across from his mother's, John noticed her rigid posture and the whole 'don't-fuck-with-me' aura around her. It was intimidating at best, frightening at worst, so John acted as the many males within the R.P.D. did when dealing with Jill. Ignore her and admire her from afar.

Surprisingly, Jill wasn't so bad once you got to know her. While tough and intimidating, she could be very understanding, always on hand to lend a helping hand when asked. They even shared a similar past, her father being a renowned criminal, thus bringing her up in a world surrounded by espionage and deceit; with John being placed into a foster care system after his mother was declared a terrorist and insane, before being thrown into a mental hospital. They traded a few stories of past crimes, (officially off the record seeing as Jill and Sarah were both cops) and spoke lightly of trivial skills they picked up during their life of crime. For Jill, she had an extraordinary ability to pick locks, and John had the ability to hack computer systems. Both decided to teach the other their unique skills, Jill giving John her own set of lock picks that her father had given her, and John his old hacking device he used back in Cyberdyne. While old, it still worked, though he was sure that there were more modern day devices that transferred the information a lot faster.

Turning around with a tray of food in hand, John headed back to his table, stopping short as he found Thomas Richmond standing there, talking with Rebecca.

Rebecca leaned forward on her chair, a wistful smile on her face as watched John go to the Burger King stand, ordering their meals, a small grin on his face.

She was glad that she had managed to convince John to spend the day with her. An officer of the law or otherwise, she was still an eighteen year old girl who wanted some fun in her life. That and she genuinely liked spending time with John. While he had the whole 'bad boy' persona down and patented, that more or less was for the public's view. The real John Gale was compassionate about those around him with a strong sense of justice and resolve to do what's right. He also amusingly enough, has a passion for technology, a fact that for some reason or another aggravates his mother, whom she had to assist more than once in using a computer, something she was ad versed to and only did reluctantly.

John even delved a bit into his past history, telling her stories of his delinquent past from shoplifting to stealing money from ATM machines. Rebecca was shocked when John told her, and was later appeased when John told her that at the time, he was living in a foster home, being the fourth home he had been moved since he was placed their two years prior. Understanding his actions better, but still not condoning them, Rebecca lightly reprimanded him, to which John only snorted in laughter.

Her thoughts on John however were cut short from the sound of an obnoxious and overly smooth voice from behind her.

"Hey there Becky."

Rebecca felt her eyes twitch slightly at the horrid nickname, recognizing the voice instantly and more than a little angry at the fact that the guy had the gall to come and talk to her.

Turning her head behind her shoulder, Rebecca narrowed her eyes as she saw Thomas Richmond behind her, a saucy grin on his face, hands in his pockets, his back hunched forward in what he assumed was a 'cool and relaxed' pose.

"Richmond."

Her tone of voice was frosty and biting, a trick she had learned from Jill and perfected with Sarah's help. Though he flinched involuntary, whether from the use of his last name or by her tone, she wasn't sure; Thomas paid it no mind instead allowing his grin to grow wider.

"So you do remember me? Guess introductions aren't needed then. Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out at my table over here. You know, to catch up maybe?"

"No."

Immediately the grin that was on his face disappeared, replaced by a frown, a small anger burning in his eyes that Rebecca was only too happy to smile coyly at.

"What?"

By the sound of his voice, strained and chocked, Rebecca took it that he didn't handle rejection well.

Good. Meant more fun for her then.

With her voice cool and leveled, Rebecca repeated herself.

"No. Now go away."

His eyes narrowed in slits, his face flushing an unhealthy red as his fists clenched. His line of sight went beyond her, to where she knew John was currently standing, no doubt watching the exchange. A cold smile came across his lips.

"Why not? Because of Gale? Please Rebecca, I know your nice and everything, but even you don't have to be that nice. Do yourself a favor and leave the kid and come with me and let a real man show you a good time."

Rebecca bristled at the insinuation that Thomas was making. Not only that, but attacking John when he couldn't even properly defend himself? Now she was pissed.

Narrowing her eyes into an uncharacteristic glare, Rebecca snarled, "Funny. He happens to be the only man around here worth spending time with." If he was going to play dirty, then so was Rebecca, and she was going to aim below the belt.

Before Thomas could respond, which based on his red face and narrowed eyes was going to be something spewed in anger, Rebecca continued. "You do realize that your harassment is unappreciated and against the law? I am an officer Mr. Richmond, and I will have you arrested if you keep this up."

With his anger dissipating, Thomas looked at her in shock as she pulled rank on him. He finally was getting the message that she was being serious on arresting his pompous ass.

"Come on Becky. You can't be serious about arresting me, right? After all, I've known you since grade school, remember? Besides-"

Scratch that last thought. He obviously was not getting the message, and his slow thought process was really starting to piss her off even more.

Cutting him off, Rebecca said smoothly without a hint of fear, "That's Officer Chambers to you Mr. Richmond. Last warning. Step away and return to your table or I'll be forced to apprehend you."

Thomas was beyond pissed now.

He had cornered Rebecca when Gale had gotten to get them their food. He was hoping that he would be able to convince Chambers to ditch him and come with him to his table. With a few sweet words here and there, maybe an apology or two, and she would be in his car in the back with him, having the time of her life.

And she rejected him. Not just rejected, but refused in all senses of the word. And to make matters worse, she had pulled rank on him, saying she would arrest him if he continued to 'harass' her.

This new Rebecca Chambers was completely different from the one he remembered. Now she had an aura of authority and self-confidence in her that he knew she had been lacking back in elementary school and freshmen year in everything other than her studies.

He should know, as he was one of the people that had helped with that.

With his anger getting the better of him, especially at Rebecca's cold replay and obvious dismissal, Thomas' hand shot out, grabbing her roughly by her forearm before pulling out of her chair and into his chest.

Wrapping his free hand underneath her chin, he directed her eyes towards his, noticing the shock residing in them from his abrupt action. If being nice wasn't going to get him what he wanted, then he'd resort to force.

"Listen here you little bitch! You're going to come with me and you're going to like it! You're going to forget about that fucking idiot over there and come home with me! You'll be lucky if I even want to see you again after today you fucking sl-!"

Whatever else Tom was about to say was cut off immediately from the sharp pain he felt from his nether regions as Rebecca kneed him, HARD. Releasing his grip on her and feeling himself fall to his knees, he clutched at his damaged male pride, tears streaming down his cheeks as he looked to the ceiling, a small wail of agony trying to break free from his throat.

Because of this, he didn't see the heel of Rebecca's boot aiming straight for his head.

Falling to his side and feeling as if his head was literally split in two, Tom glared weakly at the blurry form of Rebecca, her arms folded across her chest as she glared down at him, a look of absolute fury marring her beautiful features.

"That is it Richmond! I've had it! Stay away from me and John! If I catch you anywhere near us, I'll have so many charges pressed against you, the only thing you'll ever see for the rest of your life is a prison cell!"

Tom, knowing that his best course of action would to follow Rebecca's words, weakly stood to his feet, noticing that at some point or another that Bill and Mike had run off.

He gave one last glare at Rebecca before directing his eyes back to Gale, who was standing there, with a fucking smirk on his face as he looked down at HIM.

HIM! Thomas fucking Richmond! There was no way in hell that he was going to let that little shit get away with that!

Standing up, and using his skills as a football player, ran forward, charging right by Rebecca, sending her tumbling to the floor, a cry of shock and anger following after him as she screamed at him to stop.

Like hell he was going to listen to that slut!

As soon as he was within inches of John, who had the nerve to stand there looking nonchalant, Thomas raised his fist, fully intent on breaking Gale's worthless face in.

Just as he threw his fist forward, Gale spun around, arriving behind him before he felt a solid fist collide with his lower back. It had enough force to cause him to bend backwards, a string of curses escaping his lips as he felt a sharp pain vibrating from the spot he was hit from before he felt a pair of hands close around his chin, pulling his head backwards.

Hitting the floor was a resounding THUD; Tom saw stars as his head collided sharply with the tiled structure before he felt someone grasp the front of his shirt, pulling him off the ground slightly.

The next thing that he felt was a solid fist colliding with his face, forcing the back of his skull to hit the ground again before the person picked him back up and repeating the process once more. This time, a resounding CRACK was heard throughout the food court as his nose broke from the sheer force of the blow, blood spilling out in a large gush, staining his shirt and Gale's fist as his fist connected once more.

Raising his arm feebly to block the next incoming strike, Tom gave a shrill cry as his fist connected with his face once more, knocking a tooth from his mouth.

He watched helplessly as Gale raised his fist once more, his face morphing not into a look of rage or contempt, something that Tom was used to receiving from the unfortunate victims of his bulling efforts. No, what he saw that actually sent a shiver of fear running down his spine was a look of absolute neutrality. Almost as if attacking didn't weigh at all in Gale's mind. He wasn't doing it for revenge or justification for attacking Rebecca. He was doing it because he felt like it.

And that was what scared him the most.

Before his next punch could do anymore damage, Tom saw a delicate female hand reach out and grab hold of John's fist, stalling him. His eyes immediately wandered to his side, seeing Rebecca kneeling beside him, holding his fist gently in her hand. With a shake of her head, Rebecca slid her hand down to John's shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze to reiterate her silent message.

Slowly, John lowered his fist to his side.

Seeing Rebecca holding onto John's shoulder, Tom took the opportunity it presented.

Raising his fist, he slammed it into the right side of Gale's face, effectively cold cocking him as he tumbled to the floor from the unexpected blow.

Scrambling to his feet as Rebecca immediately went to John's aid, Thomas was about to make a run for it when he felt something solid slam into his back, sending him crashing to the floor.

Feeling a pair of handcuffs slam on his wrists, Thomas looked up, his vision still hazy and found a man, standing at about six feet on top of him. His hair was black, short, and his skin had a slight tan to it. What popped out the most about him however was the shirt he was wearing.

It had the word S.T.A.R.S. printed on the front.

He heard Rebecca's voice, laced with relief, worry and amusement as she said, "Thanks Chris. I was wondering when you were going to jump in."

The man whom was still sitting on top of him, Chris his mind quickly supplied, gave Rebecca a sheepish grin.

"Knew I was here the whole time then, huh?"

Rebecca smiled at him before directing her eyes behind him to a table were a group of three others were huddled.

"Yeah, I knew for a while now. A little easy seeing as you are all still wearing part of your S.T.A.R.S uniform."

Chris had the decency to look embarrassed, though the rest of group, eavesdropping and realizing that they were caught, merely smiled. Well, some of them smiled. Sitting there were Kenneth Sullivan, Jill Valentine, and to John's embarrassment, his mother. Kenneth had a small grin on his face while his mother had a slight grimace on hers, obviously not wanting to be there at the moment, not wanting to pry into her son's private matters.

Even if said matters involved her coworker whom happened to be not only attractive, especially to a teenage boy with hormones running through his veins, but four years older then said teenage boy.

She didn't know who she wanted have a serious talk with more at the moment. Rebecca or John?

Jill was facing a similar problem, though she did narrow her eyes a bit in a glare at all the exposed skin that Rebecca's halter top was showing. While she did genuinely like the girl, and being one of the only females of S.T.A.R.S., Jill couldn't stop the flash of anger she felt as she had noted throughout the progress of their 'date', the glances John kept giving to the bare skin Rebecca was showing off. She did know that John was a teenage boy with hormones, right?

And yes, she considered this a date even if both Rebecca and John denied it. The glances exchanged between the two had a deeper meaning then simply friendship, or at least on John's end even if he himself didn't realize his attraction to Rebecca. To a lesser extent, herself included as she caught John more than once eyeing her up.

'Then again', she quickly realized, 'What do I have to be angry about? If Rebecca wants to date John, it really shouldn't be a problem, should it?'

Other then the fact that Rebecca worked alongside the boy's mother, and that she herself was a cop, not to mention four years older than John, which would constitute as dating a minor, something frowned upon greatly in modern day society, nothing in reality should stop them from being together. In other words, the idea of Rebecca, smart, rational, eager to please Rebecca, couldn't possibly have the idea of dating John. Not when there were so many reasons not to.

Add the fact that John didn't have much interaction with the female populace aside from his mother; Jill couldn't help but feel that if it was another person aside from Rebecca, she would have thought that they were taking advantage of John. A fact that she would have more than happy to rectify if that were the case.

Seeing John struggling to get up, even with the aid of Rebecca, Jill rose to her feet and made her way towards them, taking great care to step on Richmond along the way, forcing a gurgle of pain to escape his throat before Chris tightened his grip on the young man's arm to keep him quiet.

Stepping up to John, and giving a subtle gesture to Rebecca indicating she would handle this, Jill took his face into her hands, her thumb rubbing absentmindedly against his cheek, brushing over his newest bruise, eliciting a small groan of discontent to come from John's lips.

Jill smiled.

"You alright there champ?"

John gave Jill a small mock-glare before he gave her a weary grin.

"I'm fine. Guy just got a lucky shot."

"Yeah sure."

With concern growing in her eyes, Jill lowered her voice to a near whisper before she asked softly, "You sure you're okay? Nothing's broken right?"

Nodding his head, John allowed a small breath to escape as he said, "Yes, nothing's broken or hurt. Other then my pride anyway."

Jill smiled warily at the small joke. While not one for humor, Jill couldn't help but smile whenever John made some sort of wiseass remark or crack. It was something that Sarah had said she loved and hated about her son. Apparently, it was trait that he had inherited from her, and something that Sarah's own parents had given her grief over when she was John's age.

Patting his uninjured cheek and giving him one last smile, Jill stepped back before schooling her features into a look of cold neutrality. Appearances had to be kept after all. She didn't need anyone to think that she was going soft.

Picking Richmond up roughly by his forearms, Chris led him out of the food court, a radio held in his palm, calling the local law enforcement for a pickup. Kenneth, after sharing a few comforting words with Rebecca and giving her an apology for spying, left with him. Jill gave John a nod and Rebecca a small wink before following after them.

Sarah, who up until this point had remained quiet and off to the side, gave both teenagers a raised eyebrow. Rebecca didn't catch its significance, but John did, and winced slightly as he received the message.

'We are going to have a long talk later tonight.'

He was starting to wish that Richmond's punch had actually knocked him out at that point.

Resigning himself to his fate, John shot his mother a small nod, which brought a small sympathetic smile to her face. The conversation they were going to have was an old one, but one that Sarah felt she needed to constantly give her son whenever he drew too much attention to himself. It was more for her benefit then his, as he already had the entire speech memorized.

Stepping forward and giving him a kiss on the forehead, she murmured, "I'll see you tonight when I get home." Giving Rebecca a curt nod, Sarah left, leaving the two teenagers to themselves once more.

Feeling a bit awkward from the events that only took place a few minutes ago, John gave Rebecca an unsure smile before gesturing to their table.

"Still hungry?"

Giving him a small smile, Rebecca nodded her head before a small puzzled expression crossed her face. "Um, John? Where's the food?"

Frowning, John took a second glance at the table before seeing that the food he had purchased was indeed absent. Looking around a bit, he flushed as he noticed the platter laid out on the floor, its contents of their meal and soft drinks all over the floor. In his haste to counter Richmond's dash, John had merely dropped whatever was in his hands and not give it a second thought.

Looking where John's eyes were directed, Rebecca let out a small laugh at the remnants of their food before noticing John's face flush an even deeper red. Taking pity on him, and noticing the crowd that had gathered in the last few minutes when the ruckus had taken place only grow in size, Rebecca grabbed him by his arm before leading him away and out of the food court.

"C'mon John, let's go somewhere else. You can this up to me later. How about a movie?"

Finally taking notice of all the preying eyes that seemed to follow every movement that he made, John quickly picked up the pace while listening to Rebecca list off possible movies that they could see.

Taking a glance at her, John smiled as he noticed the slight sparkle in her eyes and smile lighting her face.

Exiting the mall and feeling the breeze brush by his face, John allowed himself to think that maybe, if only for this one moment, that maybe coming to Raccoon City wasn't such a bad idea after all.

//-/Author Note//-/

The end of the third chapter. Some Jill and Rebecca interaction with John, as well as Chris showing up to save the day. Or landing one teenage, pompous, sexist, egotistic, filthy minded boy in prison.

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I just bashed my own character…didn't I? Oh well, what can you do…

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