A/N: Here it goes another one! I've been thinking and I got to the conclusion I'll post updates every Saturday so that I way I'd have time to write it without a rush and that way make a better story for all of you to enjoy :) About the reviews, Thank you guys ;) It was really sweet knowing you all actually enjoy and love Claire/Alice pairing as much as I do! Anyone who wants my twitter is: EvilSpawnMer just like my pen name :) oh! And for those with a tumblr account, feel free to follow me ;) .com
Now, please all take a moment to admire Milla Jovovich's hotness during the last movie. Jesus Christ, this woman has a thing that drives me insane! I went to the movies with my little brother yesterday, and I swear it drove me insane how beauty she is!
But the way, I included on the dialogue some deleted scene from the movie. Anyone that wants the link let me know and I'll give it to you ;) My apologies if it doesn't say EXACTLY what they say, but it was actually difficult to understand clearly since it had a lot of noises over the dialogues. So I adapted it the best I could to my understanding.
Okay, I don't wanna bore you guys. Go ahead and read ;)
Chapter 2: Survival is a bitch.
I stare at her face. She looks so defeated and hurt that it breaks my soul. Where's my Claire? Where is she now? There's this red bug on her chest, and I clearly come to a realization when I see it on the valley between her boobs, the one my mouth traced over more than once before. I bite my lip, unsure about it, but I decide to take it off. I can't take any risks of her leaving or waking up to kill me. So I have to tie her up.
Hours pass by, and I find the sunset appear while I recollect some dry wood to make a fire. Minutes after, I have finally a fire set. I start my examination of this weird object she had on her chest. It's some sort of electronic bug that has a substance inside its "Belly?" I say out loud, trying to understand what is it that this thing does. I see Claire starting to struggle to untie herself, and I kneel down, facing her. "Hey hey… Easy... Sorry about that" I say pointing to the laces holding her arms up her head, making her struggle even more "But I had to take this thing out of you. What is this? Who did this to you?" I see an unusual look on her face, like she wouldn't understand what I'm saying. "Do you even know who I am?" She shakes her head, looking at me with fear and anger laced on her eyes. I can't help it but to become stunned, feeling hurt. Was this thing washing her brain?
I look at her, with unshed tears on my eyes while she frowns, oblivious of how is this hurting me. I stare deeply into her eyes, inhaling a good amount of air to recompose myself. "My name is Alice. We met in the Nevada dessert 18 months ago... Does that sound familiar?" She looked at me, still lost on my words. I gulp looking back down… When I finally recover my strength to look at her, I raze my gaze from the floor and stick my eyes to hers, exhaling all the air I had kept on my lungs for this brief seconds. "Mickey? Carlos? Lj? K-mart? You left in a helicopter with a group of survivors heading to Alaska…" I look into her eyes for any trace of the old Claire I met months ago… But nothing. There's nothing more than coldness, anger and traces of sadness into her eyes.
I gulp, standing up slowly. I bring her a cover from my plane, covering her despite her refusal. She struggles to free herself from the tight tie I created between her wrists and the plane's wheel, but her efforts are quickly abandoned. Instead, she cuddled her legs to her chest, pulling the cover with them closer to her chest. I smirk softly and shake my head, looking away. I sit in front of the fire and look to the ocean, wondering what the hell had happened here and how did Claire get this strange bug between her breasts, right where the heart that once told me that she loved me was. She quickly lends into a deep sleep, and I sigh relaxed. Maybe her memory would come back, maybe not. But at least my feelings were there…
"No... I think we should tell them… Why would we lie? They're smarter than you think." I look at Claire and she laughs softly, nodding "Okay. Let's go." She grabbed my hand and drove us to the crowd of people far from us "Wait. Now?!" She nods looking at me and gets closer to me, her breath washing over my face "It's the best, isn't it?" She caresses my chin with her soft hand, and I smile nervously, trying to hide my fears. "Don't worry Al. A couple of lesbians is nothing compared to what they had to live through the past year sweetie." She leans in and kisses me softly, her lips tracing soft patterns over mines.
I open my eyes, adjusting them to the sudden light getting through my pupils. I look around and find Claire right next to the plane wheel, her head falling over her shoulder, deeply asleep. I smile softly, staring at her. She looks so peaceful, and oblivious of everything. She's utterly asleep.
I stand up slowly, rubbing my eyes with my fingers. That dream kind of brought me hopes that she will remember me. I shake her shoulder softly and wait for her to wake up "Wake up. We got to go now…" I say looking at her. She reluctantly nods and sighs. I undo the tie that keeps her against the wheel, and help her stand up with my hand under her forearm. I help her into the plane and lock her seat belt, softly. I stare right to the bare skin of her legs, gulping. If she only knew how crazy our flashbacks are driving me, she'd get scared for sure. I look at her and smile widely.
After a couple of hours of flying, I turn on my video camera and press REC. I update everything and all of the sudden, Claire talks.
"Alice... That is your name right?" She says shyly, and I can't help but smile "She talks." I say laughing a little. "Look I'm sorry about back that. I don't know what happened. I don't even know who I am or my name..." she states, clearing her throat a little. And here it goes again, the hard lump on the back of my throat. The unshed tears assaulting my eyes again. I sigh and gulp reluctantly "Your name is Claire… Claire Redfield… Sounds any familiar?" I cock an eyebrow, and she repeats her name… Claire… It's almost like she whispers it to herself, trying to convince her own soul that that's who she is. "Not really." She finally states when she speaks again. I shrug and sigh "You'll get used to it…"
After brief moments of silence, she breaks it "Alice you were my friend?" And here it goes again, pain on the very back of my stomach. "I… Like to think so." I state, sighing a little "Was I a good person?" And there, right there, my heart broke. How's she able to think she wasn't a good person? She was, for real, the most amazing person I could've ever met. She was brave, and honor. Caring and amazing. There's no way in this life for Claire to have been a bad person. I turn over my shoulder and look at her "Why would you ask that?" She shakes her head, avoiding my eyes "I don't know… I just have this feeling I let people down." "You let down anyone." And it was true. She gave her best for the convoy and made all the effort to protect them all. "What do you mean?" She says, leaning against my seat. I can feel her breath against my neck, and I feel Goosebumps. "We struggle. We fight. And watch our friends die. Survival is a bitch."
Silence again. She remained quiet, on her seat. While I focused myself on piloting this piece of metal as safe as I could
We finally meet Los Angeles and I sigh, as it's utterly devastated and broken. It's a ruined city. Its past glory is now buried under the zillions of undead walking around it streets. "Can you see that?" I ask to Claire, slowly starting to pull down our elevation "Yes. It says… Help us? Or something related?" I nod "Hold on tight… This is gonna be hard." I start maneuvering around the roofs, trying to find a way to land into the High Security Prison of Los Angeles, where, as far as it seems, has survivors.
After a hard time and a lot of effort, the plane's wheels begin to trail against the grave of the floor and the plane doesn't seem to stop, despite the ropes that one of them pulled tight in front of the plane. We hit the very edge of the other side of the roof and the plane begins to lean in, and Claire and I begin to scream, seeing our death right in front of us. If we fall, we'll die. There's no doubt of it. There's zillions of Zombies down there, and falling is not a good option.
All of the sudden, a big guy jumps right over the back part of the plane, driving it back to the stability. Between more than one people, they start pulling it back, to the very center of the roof. I finally manage to open the gate of the plane, leaving the pilot seat. I'm somehow relieved. We made it alive after all. "My name is Alice." The big guy that helped us before offers me his hand and I take it, jumping off the wing of the plane. I look around and he nods "Luther West." I nod and shake his hand "This is Claire Redfield."
After formalities, they guide us inside. The illumination is basically created by torches hanging everywhere you look around. Claire sticks against my back, walking right behind me. I can feel her fear. The way she shakes a little, and how her breath has increased between the past two stairs. You can hear everything from here. The outsiders yelling and growling like beasts.
Finally, we reach what once was the cafeteria. Claire now more confident walks around, checking the whole place. "Typical of her." I mumble to myself, smiling a little while I hold the tray in front of Crystal so she puts the food on it. "You two a couple?" She says looking at me. I snap my head back and gulp "No. No she's… She is my friend." I whisper these last words as I cannot believe I just had to label us that way again.
After I eat, Luther takes me on a tour of the prison, and introduces me to their "prisoner". He lets me know that they're keeping him there senselessly since he knows a way to escape. I don't trust him, but my guts tell me other thing. I walk back upstairs, and on my way to the dorms, I spot a redhead wave of hairs. I smile to myself and walk to Claire, who's standing on the very edge of the roof, staring at the horizon. I place one of my hands on her shoulders and her head snaps quickly "Easy. It's just me." I whisper looking at her with a soft smirk. She relaxes under my hand and my smile grows wider.
"Claire. That ship over there. That's Arcadia." I point with my finger and she follows the invisible path it creates. She nods and looks back at me "I know." Hope. My heart jumps on its place and I frown a little "You remember?" I ask getting a bit too much closer to her face, making her lean back. "I remember the beach. People were coming to help us." I look puzzled. How come people went to help them and she was alone there? "What happened? Why didn't you go with the others?" She shakes her head, feeling utterly useless "I don't know… I can't remember." I can tell by the look on her eyes that she's as scared as I am about everything. "It's okay. It'll come back. Just give it time." She nods and looks down. I keep my gaze fixated on her, gulping a little "Clai-" But she cuts me off when she raises her gaze "Can I hug you?" she asks, her voice laced in fear and weakness. I nod softly, after briefs moments of thinking about it. It's just a hug Alice. Nothing is gonna hurt. I tell to myself.
Right there, the gorgeous redheaded woman I love, wrapped her arms around my waist, and buried her face on my shoulder, letting unshed tears fall. It feels like a kick to my chest. It hurts. I hug her back, pressing her soft figure against mine, trying to keep her warm. She sighs, gasping for air between tears falling. I caress her head with one of my hands, holding her waist with my other one. "I… I'm sorry I can't remember you Al." She says crying on my shoulder. I shake my head, holding my own tears "It's not something you can control… But… Right there. Only you call me that. You used to call me Al… No one else ever did." I say smiling a little "Is that good?" I nod, still holding her against me. She giggles a little and my heart totally glows, jumping on its place. I smile, caressing her redhead mane. "It'll be okay Claire. You're a strong, confident and brave woman. We can get out of this together." She nods, and looks up at me, pulling apart. I gasp for air at the warm loss, and she looks down "Guess I'll go to sleep." She says with her eyes glued to the floor "Thank you for that Alice. I needed to be weak for a couple of minutes. I don't understand what happened and… Having you it kind of helps." I nod and smile, raising her gaze to fixate it on mine "It's okay." I press my lips to her forehead as many other times I did and she sighs "I'll see you in the morning Claire. Sleep tight. If anything, just yell my name. I'll be there." I say looking at her with a serious stare. She nods and smiles at me "Night Al… I'll see you in the morning." I nod and stare at her leaving. Her hair moving as she walks eagerly to the dorms. I look back to the shape of the boat and sigh. Won't be easy… But… I guess I got to control it. She doesn't know who I am yet. And… I guess I can live with just being her friend as long as she's alright.
A/N 2: Well! Second chapter is up :) I'm utterly happy about this story! It's actually coming out the way I expected it to come out :) So I hope you're enjoying it the way I am. Next update will be Saturday 13th or maybe before, but more surely it'll be that day. It depends on how my schedule goes! Stay tune in for more fluffiness ;) Xx Rory.