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J.L.: Answers (See bottom for a question of mine to you readers)

Solid Snake91: I had him say Redfield instead of Claire because he was referring to everyone else by their last names as well.

Jaane: No, I'm not a January baby...I'm a May. But hey, what do birth months really have to do with patterns of thinking? Also, Challenge for you. As long as it's not exactly the same ideas, I would really like to see your take on the whole "Jill's got a child, It's Chris's, and she won't tell him because of umbrella's need for a downfall" idea. It would definitely be interesting to see just how different the same idea could turn out. (Anyone else can take this challenge too, heh.)

One Month later on a plane: Chris

Jill was locked into her book, Men at Arms or something like that. She was currently pissed at me for forcing my way into her trip, and was making that abundantly clear by ignoring me. It was aggravating and the only way I could keep from grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at me was to sit in my seat and fidget. Well, you are about to meet your best friend's son...and according to Rebecca...he might be mine. I started tapping my foot to the floor nervously. What if he is mine? The time matches up...but she was dating that guy...but Rebecca...Strumming my fingers on the arm rest, I kept my eyes to the seat in front of me. What if he is mine? It's possible...highly possible...why would she have hidden that from me? I snuck a glance of the woman beside me. Everything I had known about her, every one of her little traits had suddenly been dragged into a new perspective. She-hulk Valentine a nurturing mother? She was the toughest girl I had known aside from my own sister, and now...suddenly I can't see her like that. Barry said she cries over the phone when she talks to him. I started bouncing my head up and down slightly in my continued fidgeting process. The kid could be mine...I really could have...I mean...I was shocked when we had sex...really shocked...but...Furrowing my brows, I forced the memory of that night back to rethink it.

The infamous night: Chris

"I'm staying here." She spoke. My heart sunk a little.

"Irons?" I asked, lighting up another cigarette to calm my fried nerves from the long nights of research.

"Yeah." She answered and held her hand out for a cigarette.

"I wish you'd come with me." I said, handing her the cigarette I just lit and grabbing another for myself. It was hell in the mansion worrying about who was still alive...much less her...Jill was studying my face. Her...the gorgeous woman I find myself enamored for...To have her as my girl would be...She exhaled, pulled the cigarette from her lips and smothered the cherry into the ashtray. She's got that boyfriend though...She stood up and walked over to me, caressing my face. I froze in place for a second.

"Me too. Come on...who knows when we'll get another chance like this?" She asked, and I flicked my cigarette into the ashtray, leading her to my bedroom as my libido took control. As soon as we entered, I hastily threw my laundry off my bed and on the floor. She came from behind me and began unbuttoning my jeans. This isn't real...I'm going to wake up and I'm going to find that I'll have had a wet dream or something. Her breath hit my neck as I grabbed her and and pulled them away from my undone pants, which now hung loosely around my hips, partially held up by the erection I had. I spun around and allowed myself a taste of her lips as I tugged at her shirt, taking it off with only a second of lost kissing time.

"I've wanted this." I muttered.

"I know." She mutter back as she took off my shirt and return her lips to mine. My hands went to her hips, pulling her close to me. Forget real. This is great. I spun us around and eased her on my bed, kissing down her chest and slightly muscular abs while working on her jeans and removing them. A g-string...this woman will be the death of me. I placed a gentle kiss on her heat before returning to her lips, promising myself that I would enjoy every bit of Jill Valentine tonight with no regrets.

Present: Chris

"Would you stop twitching?" Jill's voice snapped me from my memories. I looked over at her, at the scowl perched on her face. Of course, I have to get an erection now. I leaned forward and rested my head on the back of the seat in front of me with my eyes locked on hers.

"Sorry." I apologized, studying her. It was consensual sex. It was great, hot and the two of us didn't move from the bed until well after noon the next day...and now I find out that there was a huge consequence from it...or...could have been...

"What's on your mind?" She asked, the scowl drifting from her face. I turned my gaze to the seat in front of me.

"We're best friends right?" I asked.

"Yes." She answered and I smiled.

"Do you think I...work...too much?" I asked, and looked back at her. Her face was gentle and full of genuine concern.

"You do go overboard...a little too obsessive...but...well...with the exception of Wesker, everything's wrapped up." She answered. I leaned back and rested my head on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry about that." I spoke and kissed her neck. I still love this woman. I sat straight up in my seat as a blush flushed up on her face, contradicting the cocked eyebrow and cool face she was wearing. I smirked at her and grabbed her book from her.

"Hey!" She protested as I flipped it open and pretended to read it.

"And she breathed heavily on his neck, reaching down-" I started to read out, although I couldn't find those words in the book. She snatched the book from me and was glaring.

"You're not even reading it." She accused. I grabbed the book back and skimmed through it, trying to find some sort of smut.

"What the hell Jill? Where's the smut? Isn't this some sort of romance novel?" I asked, then handed back the book to her.

"No, it's not...it's British humor you ass. You won't find smut in Pratchett's writings." She answered, putting the book away and crossing her arms.

"Well sooo-rry. I thought chicks only read romance or mystery...both of which have nothing but smut in the books...It's like girl porn or something." I replied sarcastically.

"Some girls...others prefer a little comedy." She retorted. We sat in silence for a little while.

"Have you ever read a romance novel?" I asked. I really couldn't place a book like that in her hands...playgirl maybe...but not a novel.

"Yeah..." She admitted. My attention was grabbed. I grinned ear to ear.

"Oh?" I asked. She rolled her eyes.

"It was one of those accidental things. I was looking through Rebecca's book collection for something to read, and I found one that talked about knights. I thought it'd be interesting and about gagged after reading halfway into it and realizing it wasn't about knights going off to battle but a knight running around wenching." She explained.

"In Rebecca's collection?" I asked.

"You'd be surprised...she has one called slow hands...that gets down into it." Jill answered.

"Jeez...When did all the women in my life flip roles?" I muttered.

"What?" Jill inquired. I huffed out a bit of air.

"Just when I think I have you all nailed down, Claire's hiding a huge secret from me, you're...softer...and Rebecca's some kind of closet porn addict." I explained. Jill started laughing.

"Porn addict...haha..." She chuckled. I joined her.

Burton Family Home in Canada: Chris

Barry had left a week prior to us and was there to pick us up from the hotel to drive us to his home. When we arrived, a little boy came darting out of the house towards Jill. She picked the boy up and spun him around, kissing him on the cheek. The child laughed excitedly.

"Aunt Cathy told me you were coming mommy!" The boy said and I watched the entire event carefully, warmth spreading through my heart. She does love her son. Tears were running down her cheeks as she gave the boy a hug.

"You're getting a little heavy for mommy, Trent...what has Aunt Cathy been feeding you?" Jill jested. Barry stepped beside me.

"A bunch of candy today, he's been running around the house all day." Barry whispered. I grinned as Barry headed for his house. The boy's eyes caught mine. It almost as if I was looking into a mirror of myself, only younger and his hair parted to the side like his mothers. Oh wow...Rebecca wasn't kidding. He looks dead on me...My grin had faded as Jill's eyes found where her son's were, locked on mine. She kissed his temple and smiled.

"Trent, this is mommy's friend Chris." She introduced. I smiled meekly. There's doubt about it...he has to be my son. The boy smiled and motioned for Jill to put him down. He then walked over to me and held up his hand at me.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Chris." The boy greeted and grabbed my hand, shaking it. I smiled a bit wider for only a moment before moving my eyes back up to Jill's. I have to get a paternity test...but I doubt she'll just let me take him for it...Her gaze was cool, studying the interaction. I looked back down to Trent and knelled down to his height.

"Nice to meet you too Trent." I returned.

"Mommy told me about you. Do you really save the world?" He asked. I laughed, taking in every bit of this moment. I wonder what she's told him.

"Yep." I bragged.

"Do you really forget to bring your tools with you too?" Trent asked and I shot a look at Jill. She was smirking. Great, the kid thinks I'm an idiot.

"Uh...I fly planes." I offered instead.

"That is so cool! Are you Batman?!" Trent asked.

"How...er...what?" I asked. Trent laughed.

"It's okay, I won't tell anyone, I promise! I'll tell mommy and nobody else. Just mommy and my friends and that's it, I promise!" Trent said eagerly. Jill walked over and picked him up.

"No, Chris isn't Batman." She said and I pouted as she made her way for the house. I followed after them.

"But Mom! He flies planes and has tools and saves the world, just like Batman!" Trent continued on.

Late that night at the hotel: Jill

I relaxed on my bed in the two bed hotel room we had taken up for the next two weeks. There was no room at the Burton's for Chris to have a room of his own, and although he offered to sleep on the couch, Kathy would have none of it and the hotel was booked. Chris had stepped into the shower as soon as we got back. Taking deep breaths, I reflected on the days events of Trent showing Chris and I every toy he owned and explained every bit of Hellboy to us. He seemed to take right to Chris...and that look of shock on Chris's face when he first saw Trent...I hope he didn't see himself in Trent...I really hope that he was just shocked at my behavior with Trent. I heard the bathroom door open and closed my eyes, laid back on my bed. Before I could react, Chris was laying atop me wearing nothing more than a towel. I gasped in surprise.

"Christopher!" I called out and his devilish face was right in mine.

"You're a cute mother." He said. I locked eyes with him and then rolled them as I felt his erection digging into my thigh.

"Get off me." I threatened, not wanting to dive headlong into a night of hot sex followed by a morning of what-the-hell-did-we-just-do-?. The confusion of the gray area coating our friendship/relationship would be expanded far too much for me to handle let alone the fact he was here to see my son. Chris didn't get up. I gritted my teeth and tried to push him off, but failed and gave up as soon as Chris's towel fell off him. He didn't bother to fix that either.

"I'll make a deal with you Jill." He offered. I glared at him.

"Pfft...a deal?! What have you to-" I started to protest, but Chris had locked his lips with my own, his hands pulling me close to him before he moved his lips to that one spot on my neck that made me lose all control. This man...He then stopped and looked back at my eyes as I fought to get control back with calculated breaths.

"Let me take Trent out tomorrow." He spoke. My eyes hardened at him. The damned idiot is trying to involve himself into-Chris locked lips with me once more, his hands firm on my ass and gripping me tight to him. My libido was out of control and as he softly grinded into me through the fabric of my jeans and the towel I released a moan. He pulled his lips and hips away, but not before nipping my lip softly. I looked up at him with a dazed look. Can't let him win.

"No." I stated, although it came out a lot less firmly than I had intended. His hands locked my own above my head and he straddled me, looking deep into my eyes.

"Let me take him out tomorrow and I'll...I'll do to you whatever you wish. If you want me to leave you alone, to stop kissing and caressing you, then so be it I will." He said. I reflected for a moment. Great...let him take Trent out or wind up sleeping with him? Calm suddenly hit me. What am I thinking? I love this man...we just...haven't been able to have a relationship thanks to Umbrella and Trent. I softened my gaze at him.

"We...have a lot to discuss before any aspect of what our relationship is can be clarified..." I said.

"I know. We can't just keep using excuses though. Umbrella stopped us...for years...and Wesker? Who knows when that rat-fuck bastard will finally give us the chance to kill him?" Chris replied, nuzzling his head into my neck. Silence echoed through the air for quite sometime.

"Fine...Take Trent out, but only for the morning. I do plan to spend as much time with my son as I can." I spoke. Chris kissed my neck and got off me, heading for his bag, still stark ass naked. I sat up and threw his towel at him.

"He seems intelligent...I think his father would have been proud to have a kid like him." Chris spoke, slipping boxers on. Sadness erupted within me and I made my way to the bathroom quickly before I could reveal the pain. Turning on the hot water, I stood under the shower and slowly released a breath. Am I really doing the right thing?

J.L.: As a reward for forcing myself through 4 hours of mathematics homework, I decided to type up this chapter. So there's chapter Three as promised and I'll probably work on the next right after this (I still have about two hours of english to hack through...going to be an all nighter tonight, heh.). Quick question for those who do read my A/n's...if I were to answer your questions per chapter...which spot would you rather see the answers, top or bottom a/n?

Self-evaluation: I have to say how much I like this fanfic and they way I'm constructing Jill and Chris's relationship. Obviously they're comfortable with each other but there's still that twinge of unsatified sexual tension. Something like they want to claw at each other's clothes but refuse to because of the fact of logical reasoning, or something like that. That and once again, I made Rebecca into a perv...haha.