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J.L.: Here's how it happened.
That night: Jill
I sat down on my bed, relaxing from all the brainstorming I had to do with Chris and Rebecca about her case. Leaning my head to the side, I heard a couple of cracks. Hell, I'm going to be thirty soon, I shouldn't be surprised by this. Leaning my head to the other side, I heard the same cracks and then laid down on my bed. Well, the secret out now at least, one less burden on my shoulders...Closing my eyes, I began to rethink back when I was much younger and much more terrified of Umbrella.
Sometime in August, Raccoon City: Jill
I dropped the files about the G-virus on Chris's desk and sat down on his couch. Why? Why can they do this, how can they...why is Chris doing this by himself?
"Europe?" I asked.
"Yes...I'll be asking Barry to come too." Chris answered. Leaning back into the cushions of his couch, the lingering scent of tobacco clung to the air. Chris...he'll be leaving for Europe...and then what? What will I do? I can't just let Iron's cover this up.
"I'm staying here." I spoke.
"Irons?" Chris asked, lighting up another cigarette. I closed my eyes, unable to bring myself to look at him.
"Yeah." I answered and held my hand out for a cigarette, opening my eyes again.
"I wish you'd come with me." He spoke, handing me the cigarette he just lit and grabbing another for himself. I sucked in a drag and kept silent for a bit. That's what partners are suppose to do. I can't just let the people of Raccoon go around thinking that they're safe with a corrupted police chief. Examining Chris's neutral features, I saw a hint at a bit more. No...he knows about my boyfriend...he couldn't possibly be that interested...then again...back in the cell...and the helicopter ride back...and when I tripped running from the dogs...I exhaled, pulled the cigarette from my lips and smothered the cherry into the ashtray. Just once wouldn't hurt...would it? I mean, yeah, I'd be cheating but...I just...it feel right around Chris...he'll be leaving for Europe...and...I'll be following him there after I get Raccoon straightened, that'll be enough time to figure out who I want to be with. Not to mention...a relationship wouldn't last if I had to keep traveling and not explaining myself to Jake. I stood up and walked over to Chris, caressing his face.
"Me too. Come on...who knows when we'll get another chance like this?" I asked, and Chris flicked his cigarette into the ashtray, leading me to his bedroom while his cigarette continued to burn.
Back to the present: Jill
"Then the clothes came off..." I muttered as I rolled over and noticed the pack of unopened cigarettes sitting on my nightstand, I decided to leave them sit there. It took just that one time and I wound up knocked up. Almost as if it was meant to happen sooner or later...I broke up with my boyfriend thanks to the guilt of cheating on him, but...I didn't find out I was preggo until I was in a hotel room in Paris throwing my guts up and Rebecca made me take a test. A slight knock came on my room's door and Chris entered shortly after.
"Hey." He greeted, his own age showing slightly with the beginnings of crow's feet at his eyes. He is thirty one already...
"Hello." I returned and sat up. He sat down on the bed next to me, leaning his head on my shoulder. After my brief absence and Trent was safe at the Burtons, I returned to the group...to Chris. We tried to start a relationship, but with the stress from Umbrella and my constant need for time off...we put aside our feelings to deal with those problems.
"I'm sorry for snapping at you." He apologized.
"No need...I shouldn't have hid Trent." I spoke softly as his hands snaked around my body to hug me. Umbrella's finished with now though...and Trent's old enough to know who I am and why I have to leave...
"Jill...when will you go back to Trent?" He asked.
"I...uh...you mean, to raise him permanently?" I asked.
"No...to visit him." He answered.
"Next month, why?" I asked.
"I'm going with you." He spoke, and looked up at me.
"...why?" I quizzed, unsure if father should see son face to face.
"I want to see what kind of a kid you would have. You're a beautiful woman, and the kid's gotta look somewhat like you." He answered. I stiffened a little bit. He looks just like Chris though...
"Your ulterior motives being?" I asked and he smiled up at me.
"Kid's gotta have a father figur-" He started, and I stood up.
"Oh no. No...you are not. Christopher, the last thing you need to do is involve your life in the life of a child." I spoke.
"Why?" He asked. I turned around and faced him.
"You've got more important business than that. Wesker would use Trent against you and me. I'm not taking that chance, I'm not giving you that weakness." I spoke curtly. Chris grabbed my hand and held it.
"That's not Wesker's style Jill. He doesn't kidnap." Chris spoke reassuringly and I almost believed it.
"I'm not taking that chance." I responded.
Down the hall: Rebecca
I heard Jill's voice muffled and stopped by her door, to press my ear up against it.
"What about what Claire said?!" I heard he accuse. What's going on?
"He didn't kidnap her, he just held her hostage for a few minutes!" Chris roared.
"Chris, no, and that's final. You don't need some kid clinging to you in false hopes. What if you get killed? What if Wesker shows up and kills you? How am I going to explain that?! You know he wants your head!" Jill yelled. I sighed at my friend's argument and inner turmoil. All it would take is a simple paternity test and they'd be fighting for custody over the kid. If only they had pursued their relationship, they might have been a happy family. I leaned against the wall and got myself lost in my thoughts as the shouting continued.
Sometime in October, Paris: Rebecca
I had awoken to someone heaving into the toilet. I had run down to the local store and bought a pregnancy test, and now I sat on the bed waiting for Jill to come out of the bathroom. I heard the door open, and she walked out, holding the stick with a cigarette in her mouth.
"The results?" I asked.
"Not in yet." Jill muttered with the cigarette slightly muffling her apparent disbelief. It took about ten minutes of arguing with her to take the test, and she still thinks it's a fluke.
"Shouldn't you put that cigarette out?" I asked. She sat beside me and snorted. That's right, tough ass Jill, ass kicking and deadly in a mini skirt.
"I'm telling you, it's probably just my body cleaning the T-virus from my system." She replied casually. She was infected, but the antidote wouldn't have the same symptoms as pregnancy. I rolled my eyes and laid back. I'll have to admit though, seeing as how her boyfriend didn't survive Raccoon, this could be really bad for her. She's got walls up the wazoo to keep her feelings in check now. I heard the pregnancy stick hit the carpet, and looked over to Jill, who laid back on the bed, shock written across her face.
"The results?" I asked. Jill's eyes went to me, and I could see the tears appearing. The cigarette was loose in her mouth.
"I'm pregnant." She answered, numbly. I took the cigarette from her mouth and put it out, then turned back to my stubborn friend, who hadn't moved.
"Now, we find out how far alon-" I started to say, but her tears poured. She's really shocked. I bit my lip, and pulled her up into a hug, to which she just sat in like a sack of preggo potatoes.
"Rebecca, I have a huge problem." She spoke softly. Yeah, I'll say.
"What is it?" I asked.
"The only man I've slept with in the last few months..." She started, but was unable to say it.
"Is dead...I know Jill..." I spoke for her.
"No...he's alive." She said. I pulled back from her and looked her in the eyes. She's lost it. Tough ass Jill has lost her mind.
"Jill, Jake-he couldn't have surviv-" I started.
"It's not Jake's." She cut me off. My jaw dropped. Then who's kid-Carlos?! Did she sleep with that Carlos guy?!
"Carlos has left for South America...he severed ties-" I tried, and she shook her head.
"I-I slept with Chris." She admitted, and a sob exposed itself as the tears rushed forth. I blinked a couple of times, and stared as she fell into my arms, and started honestly crying.
"Oh my God." I managed to speak. Jill cried softly, as I sat there and comtemplated the when where and hows. Jill finished and pulled away, wiping her tears and picking the stick off the floor.
"I...I was hoping that nothing would come of it..." She admitted. I took the stick from her and looked at it in disbelief.
"When?! How?!" I blurted out. Jill fell back on the bed, her arms crossed on her chest.
"Before he left for Europe...it was late...and he called me over, I went over for some bullshit on Umbrella...I slept with him. I thought it would end up being a one night stand among friends...we didn't even use a condom." She confessed. I stifled a giggle. Those two were asking for it if they didn't use protection.
"What about Jake?" I asked, covering my almost slip-up.
"We all had been working late nights on that damned Arklay murders case. I hadn't slept with him since December. Things were rocky and I guess I just figured one night wouldn't really hurt...it doesn't matter about Jake, he's probably nothing but ash now but...Rebecca, what am I going to do about this?" She asked. I slowly let out a breath.
"Well, there are several options...abortion would be the best at this moment...I mean...professionally speaking. You could give up on Umbrella and go back to the States to raise it, but...You probably want to bring Umbrella down as much as anyone else...there's also adoption..." I offered.
"We can't tell him." She declared. I turned to face her.
"What?!" I said.
"We can't tell Chris about this..." She clarified.
"It's his, right?!" I asked. She sat up, looking me dead in the eyes.
"Rebecca...he's gung-ho about Umbrella...throwing a kid into that? I...this is my fuck up...I'll have the kid, but I'm going to need your help. I need to go back to the States...and...I can't raise it, God, I don't know jack about motherhood, but...I'll find someone who won't mind. Someone I can trust." She said.
"And Chris?" I asked.
"Doesn't need to know." She answered.
Present: Rebecca
Jill stormed from the room, walking very pissed-like down the hall. Chris followed soon, but I grabbed his arm. He growled and then noticed me.
"Can you believe that?! She accuses that I'm the one who should have nothing to do with her son while everyone else gets to know. I'm sorry Jill, but I think you are wrong.
"Calm down Chris...she's in a very tough position and she is right on some account." I spoke. Chris cringed and I huffed out air slowly. I'm the rational one here, he'll listen to me.
"It's like I can't be involved in anything she does Rebecca, my own partner doesn't want me around her anymore." He confessed. He wants to be more than just her partner but with her tough ass attitude that she has kept, it won't happen. Time to bite the bullet.
"Get a paternity test when you go with her." I advised. His face fell to shock.
"What?!" He shouted, but I placed a finger over his lips.
"Listen to me...keep it quiet, and get a paternity test. You and the kid. I can't confirm anything outright." I whispered. His eyes darted back and forth on my own. I moved my finger.
"Something I should know?" He asked. Poor guy.
"I would think so. Just, keep quiet about it." I spoke and walked off.
J.L.: Haha, I loved what I have done with Rebecca's role. Anyways, sorry for the huge wait, and I hope this gives a large preview of things to come. This story is mainly on the backburner for now, this being only it's preview, but I've been updating a lot of my fanfics in the past few days (The ones not on hiatus). I like this story immensly already, and do plan on continuing with it. Drop me a review on what you think so far, it will determine which fanfic becomes priority after RE:high:ER is finished. (Re:high:eR will not have a sequel, as I incorperated the sequel into the storyline.).