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J.L.: So, I originally started out intending for this to be what Resident Evil 5 could be but...well, at the time I started this, not much information about RE:5 was out. I'm thrilled to know that Chris is indeed the main character, and dear gawd, I do hope him and Jill have hooked up in the ten years since the mansion incident. I mean, so many hints and clues are about on it. The ending to the first (With him and her or with her alone), the special picture in which shows Chris wearing Jill's beret while she's leaning on him, the epilogue about Jill looking for him...I'm really hoping it'll happen. In anycase, September 21st is coming up fast, which means Resident Evil Extinction will be out. For a while, I was debating seeing it, as Alice has God mode (for a lack of better terms) until I saw a scene with crows attacking the convoy and Alice was no where on scene. I'll continue this at the end, best not hold you off for long.
Chris fell back on the ground. His breathing was ragged. There was a hole from the bullet in his right shoulder.
"What the hell Jill?!" He yelled out when he sat back up, the wound healing. I put the gun away.
"I couldn't get a clean shot! The damned thing was right behind you!" I yelled back, watching him turn and see the no longer moving tongue of Nickholai. He looked back at me and removed his shirt, standing up as he did so.
"Well then...my bad. You're explaining this one to Claire though. That hurt like a bitch." He said as I watched the wound heal itself within minutes.
"An amazing thing...the virus. Brings dead cells back to life. Mix it with the vaccine and although the virus is technically still living, it heals rather than mutates." I said, looking down as a blush threatened to overtake my features. Hopefully the dirt and sweat would keep him from noticing my blush as I had noticed the well defined muscles he had. Uh huh. Jilly...you've seen them before. Get over it. You two have done the dirty deed before...but not in a while and you just got through a life and death situation...shit. Focas on something.
"So...you're infected with the virus, and I am too now. What do we do about that?" Chris asked. I ran my hand through my hair and looked up at the sky.
"To be honest, I don't know. We can keep it secret like Barry, Carlos and myself have...or we could take a risk and inform everyone. I think we should definately tell Rebecca about this though, in case something does happen and we require medical attention. Claire, well...Claire will shoot me anyways. I think it's best only Rebecca finds out. She's good at keeping files private." I reasoned, a cool breeze sweeping down into the throne room.
"Okay. So then...how mad was everyone when you left?" Chris asked as I glanced up at him, cleaning off the blood from his chest and back with water from the canteen and his ruined shirt.
"Carlos didn't mind too much, and Rebecca was almost empathetic, but Barry and Claire looked ready to kill. I think the best bet would be for me to stand directly behind you, in case those two have guns." I answered. The hum of a helicopter started off in a distance, as if just reaching ear shot.
"You could always settle down." He volunteered. Give up the fight, leave it to the younger ones...get a husband, a white house with a picket fence and have three children, get a cat, crawl into bed every night after I check my baretta to see if it's loaded...yeah...normal.
"Well, I could give up the fight and live with the paranoia...or I could continue the fight and live the paranoia...lovely choices." I stated and spotted the helicopter. Chris threw his shirt aside, collected the briefcase and stood beside me.
"I don't know about you, but I'm not giving up, I've got a job to do. Personally, seeing you settle down with another guy wouldn't feel too right either. Been through too much together. I'm pretty sure explaining to the other guy why you have to have a loaded gun in the house within arm's reach at all times wouldn't work out too well. So what about sticking beside me then?" He asked.
"I could do that, provided you don't go Rambo all the time. Wouldn't mind steak for dinner with a back massauge and bubble bath every night." I said, smirking as the helicopter start to land.
"Fine fine...no Rambo...sheesh woman." Chris jested before grabbing my hand and leading me into the back of the helicopter. The door to the cockpit was closed, and Chris closed the door to outside.
Later...
We opened the door to the helicopter as it landed and shut off. Chris had managed to change into clean clothes left in a bag that we found in the helicopter, as I had myself. Mine were slightly baggy, being meant for the contact instead of me. We stepped out, and I handed Chris my baretta as I tidied up a bit for the meeting. I noticed there was a small mark on the side of his neck, just at the collar of his crisp green shirt.
"I'll be a little bit more careful next time." I whispered to him as I pointed out the hickey.
"Worth it." He grinned, grabbing me and pulling me in close. Yes...hormones got to you again Jilly...right in the back of the helicopter.
"Chris!" The now adult voice of Claire cried out, running towards him to give him a hug and I stood back. When Chris let Claire go, she noticed me and glared a little as the voices of the rest called out for Chris.
"Hey guys! Barry, here, I got the information in this briefcase!" Chris said as he walked towards the big bearded man. Carlos and Rebecca smiled when they saw me and walked over. Claire thrusted her hand out though, stopping them.
"You just expect to come waltzing back here after a little game with our enemies?" She said, spite dripping off every word.
"No. I came back for him." I said. Chris turned around and looked at me.
"Claire, Jill saved me...on several occasions. She gave me the information, I have her gun right here, and more importantly she got me back here alive. Lay off her Claire." He said and the others looked on. Claire glanced at him, then back to me as she grabbed the collar of the loose fitting blue shirt and pinned me to the helicopter, before smiling.
"Alright, so we owe you. However, one more fuck up, and your ass is mine Valentine." She said and released me. Carlos and Rebecca walked up to Chris and Barry, and headed inside with them, Claire and myself following behind.
"Claire-if it makes you feel better, he did shoot me. The scar's on my hip." I started. Claire glanced back and smirked.
"Smart guy." She said, opening the door to the building from the helipad. I walked through as she allowed me. "Don't think I didn't see that hickey. I'm still planning to have a talking with you about that one." She said as I passed her.
"He took his own shirt off. Not my fault I couldn't resist." I smirked out.
Fin
J.L.: How about that? Review away please. Anyways...I should be going to see RE:E when it comes out. About Nickholai's appearance too. Apparently, there is an ending where he does survive, and there seems to have been a report on what he went through in Raccoon, confirming his survival, however, whether it is canonical or not is another question. As for the missing possible lemon...well, I really don't like typing them. People tend to just, "oh look, a lemon! Ignoring rest of plot!" and further more, just kinda ruins the mood a bit. I think this is the end of this series, small, but at least it has an ending. So...last thought then on this. Really, I do hope Chris and Jill. It would be nice. Any bets on who the chick in the RE:5 trailer is? I'm voting Sherry (Although, I'm gonna be pissed if she's been mutated, because I spent hours keeping that kid alive in RE:2.)