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J.L.: Omg, Pete's imitating Darth Vader's breathing. The odd thing, I haven't watched those movies in years (I've been working on reading Zombies books, watching zombie movies and playing zombie games in celebration of my own zombie month.). Then again...he might be imitating the zombie hissing...great...Anyways, here's the next chapter, because I could just leave you with the bad news.
Walking down the hallway: Chris
I was shocked. Just minutes ago Rebecca had called me, informing me that the reason Jill was so disturbed this morning was the fact she thought she was pregnant. She is pregnant. I was soaring with bliss. It was strange, that I felt like a million bucks over this, but it was probably because this meant so much more. I'm going to be a father...Jill can't hide this. We can be a family. I can finally address her about Trent...everything will be fine and all I have to do is keep her happy. I smiled brightly as Rebecca and Claire were walking in my direction.
"Don't be too excited when you step in, she's got a broken hand now." Rebecca said. I stopped in front of them.
"She's taking it that bad?" I asked.
"Well, she's still hell bent on hiding Trent from you." Rebecca spoke. Claire's eye widened.
"You know?" Claire asked, crossing her arms.
"I got a test done back in the states." I answered. My sister sighed and smiled.
"Good. I was afraid you'd be too dense to see yourself in him." She spoke.
"Chris, you need to be prepared. Jill's completely pissed and who knows what she'll do." Rebecca advised. I looked at her, worried.
"What's she pissed about?" I asked.
"Rebecca decided to inform her that she had told you about the pregnancy." Claire answered. Jill...why are you so insistent on this hiding?
"Chris....if she says something....just listen to her. She's going to probably do what it takes to keep you from being involved..." Rebecca sighed. I studied her.
"It's mine though-" I said.
"So is Trent. Have you figured out why she hid him from you?" Rebecca asked.
"Yeah...to keep him from being exposed to Umbrella. I can be involved in his life though without tha-" I started.
"No. Not in Jill's world. Chris, you are one half of Umbrella in her eyes. Everything Umbrella stands for, you stand against." Claire interrupted.
"Don't run her off." Rebecca said and the two walked away. I felt sudden fear building, fear that I might run her off. I eased the door to Rebecca's office open, spotting Jill staring at her hand.
"Hey...are you okay?" I asked, kneeling down beside her. She looked into my eyes. There were no tears, nothing but a void of emotion. I could have addressed a zombie and gotten more reaction.
"I'm fine." She reported.
"Rebecca said that..." I started.
"It's not yours. I've been cheating on you." She spoke. I bit back my initial anger, remembering what Rebecca had advised.
"That's bullshit. You've had no time to be around another man for even a one night stand." I spoke. Jill blinked, sitting numbly.
"I was hoping you would believe that." She spoke. I caressed her face, hoping to bring some life into this shell.
"I understand why you can't let me be involved. I don't agree, but...I don't have much of a say now do I?" I spoke.
"No." She confirmed. I rested my head to her forehead.
"I want to be a family with you Jill. Marriage, the kid, everything. You can't just ruin that because you don't want the kids to know what we do and why...you're sheilding them from something that could affect them years down the road....whose to say we're the ones that stop this? We got Umbrella but you know damn well other corporations have the same idea." I spoke. Jill's eyes locked onto mine.
"I'm leaving." She spoke. I kissed her nose.
"Taking Trent somewhere to live? Going to be a proper mother now?" I asked. Anger glinted in her eyes.
"Yes." She confirmed. I nodded, pulling back from her a bit. I really hope she doesn't stay locked in this mood...
"Can I visit?" I asked. Her body stiffened. I've caught her off guard.
"I don't think-" She started.
"I could file for custody. For both of them. You know that right?" I spoke. I have to have an edge on her if I want to win...the only way any of us will have a happy ending is if I keep Jill from making the stupidest decision in her life.
"Not for Trent." She glared. I reached into my pocket, glad that I had thought that this would come up during this confrontation. I handed her the papers. Shock gripped her as she read them, them threw them.
"What the hell Chris?!" She demanded.
"Trent knows already. I don't want to take them from you Jill. I've seen how you are with Trent, you need each other. Jill, I need you guys too. Yeah, I have Claire, but she's a grown woman now who takes care of herself. She can't have an overprotective brother breathing down her neck all the time." I spoke.
"So you want to move that to my family?!" She accused. I pulled her into a hug from behind.
"No. I want something to fight for Jill. I want to have reason to keep after Wesker, otherwise, I'm just some deranged man bent on revenge." I whispered into her ear.
"Chris...don't use us." She spoke bitterly. I kissed her neck.
"That's what I'm saying. Let me be part of this. Let me be Daddy." I spoke, allowing my hand to rest on her belly.
"Redfield! Valentine! Emergency!" Claire's voice screeched over the intercom. Jill stood stiffly as I started to run, but I stopped and motioned for her to come.
"What good am I on a mission? My hand's broken and I'm pregnant." She reasoned.
"Okay, I'll give you the broken hand, but you were knocked up back in Raccoon and hell has no fury like Jill pregnant." I responded.
"Get your asses up here! Wesker's got Trent!" Claire's voice screeched. Panic and hate filled Jill and she took off running faster than I could keep up.
Seconds Later: Jill
I kicked in Chris's office door and strode over the the computer where Claire was typing away, panic set in her. Rebecca was on the telephone.
"What the fuck did you just say?" I demanded. Chris stepped in behind me. I'll deal with his ass as soon as I find out Claire's lying. Claire spun the monitor around. Wesker's face was there, in a video message, holding Trent. Claire clicked play.
"Hello there Christopher. Now, imagine my shock when I found out through valuable informants that Miss Valentine's son is yours. I was under the impression that you two weren't on the greatest of terms for coitus and above all else, the kid was from a dead boyfriend. Naturally, I saw the perfect opportunity to seize all the information you have of Umbrella's research in exchange for Redfield Jr...what do you think? I wasn't going to take advantage of Miss Valentine's seemingly only weakness, but with your name attached, I couldn't help myself. Now, I know Miss Valentine's out for blood by now, but if I see her I will kill her on sight. This is between you and I, Chris. The coordinates are attached." Wesker's chilling voice spoke. I clenched my fists and bit back the pain. My right hand still wasn't in a cast.
"That Greasy Son-of-a-bitch." Chris vehemently spoke. I looked to him. I knew this would happen. I let him know and suddenly Trent's life is on the line.
"Kathy said they filed a police report when he didn't get off the bus." Rebecca spoke. Tears began running down my face. Even if I didn't have a busted hand, Wesker would just shoot me on sight...it really all depends on Chris.
"I-I don't care what methods you use Chris...just please save my son." I begged without moving my gaze from the monitor.
"I will." Chris promised, grabbing my chin and lifting it to his face. "I'm going to kill Wesker. Then, Trent will have nothing more to fear." He continued. There was a mad glint in his eyes, but I didn't give two shits. The most evil man in the world had my son and the most dangerous man in the world was going to fix that.
"So....just so that we're clear...Chris knows Trent's his now right?" Claire asked. Chris's eyes never left mine, and mine never left his.
"Get our son back." I ordered.
"On it." Chris confirmed.
Hours later: Rebecca
Once Chris left with all his gear, Jill finally let me fix her hand. She now sat in my office chair as I scheduled a doctors visit for her pregnancy. Her gaze had never changed. Determination dominated her, almost as if Chris's success depended on it. I hope Trent doesn't pick that up from the both of them, or the schools will have their hands full the day that boy gets a B.
"So...what are you going to name it?" I asked. Jill looked at me, cocking her eyebrow.
"A little early for that isn't it?" She asked.
"Perhaps. You ready for this?" I asked. She sighed, picking up her cup of coffee.
"This morning's been a bit action packed for me, so if I dropped the kid out now, I wouldn't be surprised." She muttered. I smiled as I took a seat on my desk. She looked up at me, confusion set on her face now, looking like a helplessly lost child. I pulled her into a hug.
"Best get that determination back into you Jill...looking helpless is not a good look for you." I offered. Her shoulders sagged and she was silently crying. Claire walked in and shook her head.
"I'll go get the cookie dough." Claire spoke as she walked out again.
J.L.: I swear that cookie dough has magical properties. Anytime one of my friends needs a girls night, I usually pick up the cookie dough and bring it over. Course, then I get the whole "Jamie! How you can eat that much and not gain a pound?" thing. What they don't realize is that I do gain weight...just in the chest and butt. Anyways...
Self-evaulation: I didn't think about putting Wesker in here until someone left a review asking about it. I do know that Jill seems less like her game self and more like the movie self. I can't help but think that maybe if Chris was in the movie, that Jill would be more game like in the movie. They say that love can turn tomboys into more feminine women, and I believe it to be true. (I.E., Before I started seriously dating my Z, I had a faux-hawk and wore really baggy goth garb. Now it's more about the tight shirts and jeans....and the button up shirts and ties for work.) but in any case, This is the building climax, and therefore will not be a long story. I'll get around to updating again soon, now that my overtime's been cut out.
I'm still pissed at Capcom and Sony for throwing out George Romero's script for Resident Evil. I do have to appreciate the added character selections for RE stories...makes it so nice to find the fanfic I want.