In Your Arms, I think I Found The Safest Place to Fall.

Title is from Couldn't Have Said it Better Myself, by the awesome Meat Loaf! Haha.

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"Something's happened to Anna..." Chris's voice was full of urgency. Jill scrambled to her feet,

"Okay, Chris, calm down. It's one in the morning, what's happened?" She asked, by this stage Carlos was on his feet next to her.

"I don't know, she's just missing. I don't know what's happening." He spoke so fast on the other end of the phone; Jill could hardly make out what he said.

"Look, I'll come straight over. Everything will be okay." She falsely promised him. Jill set down her mobile, and collapsed onto the sofa. She was always good in bad situations, but sometimes she just needed to slow down and think. It had all happened so fast, and if Anna was missing, it had to be at the worst possible time. She loved Anna greatly, but didn't want to see Chris so soon, now she'd have to face her fears and go to him once more.

"What's wrong chica?" Carlos asked, setting his hand upon her shoulder.

"Chris's daughter's gone missing... It could just be coincidence, but no doubt there are still people out to get us. I can't shake the feeling that this isn't a random attack." Jill admitted, tears threatening to pour. She looked into Carlos's deep brown eyes for guidance some sort of reassurance. But he couldn't give her the confidence that Chris had always been able to do. "I hope she's okay."

"We better go to Chris." He replied gently, rubbing his thumb comfortingly along her cheekbone. Jill clenched her fists and swatted him away.

"Carlos. What happened earlier was a mistake, okay? I don't know what I was doing."

"Come on Jill. Is this because of Chris? You didn't seem so bothered about him when you were about to stick your tongue down my throat."

Jill swiftly slapped him across his face, creating a satisfactory loud noise throughout the living room.

"Okay. I probably deserved that." He mumbled, holding his reddening cheek.

"Yeah you did. You tricked me Carlos, you knew I was upset, but all you cared about was getting with me." She defended. In reality she was angry with herself and her own lack of self control, but in order to defend her pride, she blamed Carlos.

"Oh come on. You didn't take that much persuading." A cheeky smile began to show on his features.

"Do you want me to hit you again?" She warned.

"Well I'm sorry Jill. If you think I tricked you." That was the thing Jill loved most about Carlos, he was a forgiving man. Never held anything to heart. She may have hit him, but within minutes he would be back to his playful self, and that's the reason the two never fell out.

"Look it was me." Jill sighed, "You have nothing to apologize for. But it didn't mean anything. And I don't want to dwell upon it, I just want to forget it ever happened and move on with being friends."

"Deal." Carlos shook her hand, jokily. Perhaps it wasn't the best outcome for him, but he wasn't willing to ruin their friendship. "Now let's go to Chris. He needs us...well, he needs you."

"Chris doesn't find out about this."Jill threatened him, while wrapping a grey hoodie around her. Carlos laughed slightly, but nodded in agreement. She felt bad for holding it against Chris, but as she said it didn't mean anything, well she hoped it didn't mean anything to her.

Chris had just got off the phone to Anna's worried Grandparents. The police had been alerted, and now they just had to contact anyone who might have seen her. His emotions were yet to show. And although his heart was cracking every time he saw a picture of his only daughter, his face was as hard as stone.

Chris began to fiddle with his hands, either twiddle his thumbs or bit his nails. He couldn't sit at piece, he had to do something, every minute he wasted and he could be losing his child. As any parent would do, he ran the last time they saw each other. It was at the restaurant with Claire, he never got to tell her how much he loved her. And now he feared he never would. The child he had longed for his entire life, was slipping from him.

"Chris?" Jill rushed into his living room. And he immediately stood from his sitting position. "Is she okay?"

"I don't know. She was meant be home three hours ago, and we can't get in contact with her. We've tried everyone, friends, family, but we've got nothing. The police are on it, but-" Chris slowed off when Carlos stepped into the room after Jill. Jealousy flared up within Chris. It was one in the morning, in made him question what he was doing with Jill. On top of that, Chris was messed up, his daughter was missing, the last person he wanted to see was Carlos.

"What the hell is he doing here?" Chris demanded, his green eyes blinded with fury.

"Nice to you, Chris. Yes, my cheek's fine since you hit me, thanks for asking..." Carlos replied sarcastically.

"He was with me when you rang, I thought we'd both come. We need as much help as we can get." Jill said calmly stepping back, closer to Carlos.

"He doesn't even know Anna, isn't that a little insensitive of you Jill!" Chris spat angrily towards her. It never occurred to her that there would be a problem. She was too busy worrying to think of consequences. Her eyes glistened as her tears began to form, Chris Redfield was a scary man when he was angry. And although she'd seen it many times before, never would it be directed upon her.

Carlos placed a hand on Jill's shoulder blade to comfort her. He could see the hurt in her eyes, and the tension in the room was ready to break. Chris took Carlos's actions the wrong way, from his position the man he had began to hate had his arms upon the woman Chris loved.

"That is it." Chris said forcefully. He strode up to the man, past Jill, and took hold of his collar. He used his strength to his advantage, and slammed Carlos against the wall.

"Don't you dare touch her." Chris warned, still holding the shorter man against the wall. Carlos refused to struggle, he merely scoffed and looked away from Chris. This did nothing but anger him more. Chris had so much pent up anger and hurt, he wanted to let it out. He wanted to fight Carlos, he wanted to punch out his emotions and forget everything that had happened. Carlos wasn't willing to give him the satisfaction of doing so.

"Someone's got too." Carlos said quietly, turning his head from Chris's. Jill jumped up beside Chris. She could already see things weren't going to end well.

"Chris, let him go." She pleaded, grabbing hold of Chris's arm. His muscle was still tense, and she hadn't the strength to remove his grasp from the other man.

"What did you say?" Chris spat at Carlos, ignoring Jill's pleas.

"Someone's got too. You know you could be out finding your daughter, instead you're trying to beat the living daylights out of me." Carlos said, provoking the older man even more. "Great parenting right there."

Chris slowly stretched the fingers of his right hand, and grinned ever so slightly. He'd have great pleasure in this. He punched Carlos across the cheek, immediately grabbing him after to chuck him across the room.

Before Chris could lunge at Carlos, who had now landed on the sofa, Jill grabbed his torso to hold him back.

"Stop!" She screamed. "What was the need?"

Chris came down from his elated fighting state, and realised his attack didn't kill his pain, it made it worse. Chris frowned at himself, embarrassed by his actions.

"...I think you should go." He whispered, stepping away from Jill.

"But, we have to help,"

"No. Just...just go. You shouldn't have come, now go live your life." He said. Carlos scrambled to his feet, covering his bleeding nose. The two left in silence, not knowing what to say to the broken man.

Chris shut the heavy door behind them, and slid down hugging his legs. His hands were still shaking from the increase in adrenaline. He did feel terrible, it was stupid of him to punch Carlos. But both he and Jill understood that Chris was just in immense pain. He grabbed his head with both hands, and attempted to drain out his sorrow. A letter sat to the left of him, scattered on the floor. He wiped his gleaming eyes and picked it up.

Reading the note, Chris's fears were brought to life. He was the reason behind Anna's taking.

With his head down and shoulders slumped, Chris cautiously opened the door of Anna's grandparent's house. They had the right to know that this was his fault.

"Chris? Any news?" Maria asked urgently. It was the middle of the night, but judging by her appearance she had done anything but sleep. Her eyes were still red and puffy, and he could see the pain painted across her ageing skin.

"Not any good news." Her heart sank at his words, and she carefully sat on a chair. Frank walked in on hearing Chris had brought information. "I got a letter..."

"From who?" The older man asked before Chris had a chance to continue.

"I don't know, that's the thing. It could be some form of sick joke, I don't know. But I think this is my fault." He admitted, pent up tears beginning to form on his emerald orbs.

"What do you mean?" Frank asked, setting a hand upon his wife's shoulder. She sat silently, listening to Chris, salty rivers flowing down her cheeks as she clutched a photo of her beloved granddaughter.

"I have a lot of enemies..."

"You promised me you wouldn't get her involved!" The older man stood up towards Chris, tears flowing down his face. His hands shook with the anger that flowed through his veins.

"I know... I..I didn't mean too. I didn't want any of this." Chris tried to defend himself to no avail.

"This is your fault...Why would you do this?" Frank's voice cracked. He was confused, he just needed to blame someone. Chris could understand this.

"I tried, I didn't think anything would happen to her... I thought I could protect her."

"I have lost my only granddaughter." Frank spoke through gritted teeth, as he punched onto Chris's chest. The collision wasn't hard enough to cause him physical pain, but seeing Frank so angry and hurt, got to him more than anything.

"I know..." Chris whispered, stooping his head. "I'm so sorry."

"Sorry isn't going to bring her back..." His words were enough to bring Chris to tears. He spoke nothing but the truth.

"I'll find her, okay, I'll make sure she's alright." Chris tried to plead.

"Get out of my house. You have brought us nothing but bad. Anna would have been better off never knowing her father!" Frank spat. Chris remained silent and stepped out of their house. The guilt and pain crept upon him as it always did.

Jill sat herself back into her car. She had gone back to see Chris, she knew he needed her. But she arrived at an empty house. She attempted to call him, but again he wouldn't answer. Her life was once so simple and happy, and in the space of a few months everything had gone wrong. She had been running around so much, she rarely got a chance to reflect upon it. And doing so, it brought her straight to cold tears. Out of her own doing, she had lost the love of her life. But even then, Jill found it hard to regret her decision of leaving. Her head was fried, she loved him, but sometimes she didn't, she hadn't a clue what to do.

Jill just wanted to find Chris. He was upset, and she couldn't tell what he might do when he was in such a state. There was only one other place Jill could think where he might be. Visiting his parents. He was born and raised in New Castle, hence why he wanted to return to it someday. After the tragic death of his parents, he had to move. But anytime he needed space or just someone to talk too, he always went to the same place.

Chris carefully stepped into and sat at a wooden pew, and admired the church. It was a large size, arched panels made him look upwards. Elegantly decorated windows were on either side of the church, and in the altar were various intricate paintings and sculptures of Christ and the saints. He wasn't an overly religious man, but the sight was nothing short of beautiful. It seemed time had wasted away his faith. But nevertheless, the church was a silent, empty haven for him.

...

"Hmm, never thought I'd see that face here again." Chris snapped out of his daze, and looked up to see a priest. He looked vaguely familiar to Chris.

"My my, Chris Redfield. It's good to see you, sport." The old priest sat in the pew behind him, and Chris turned to face him.

"...How? How do you know me?" He asked politely, still trying to figure out how he recognised the man.

"I haven't properly seen you since your parent's funeral, it's a shame. You must have only been sixteen at the time..." Chris smiled slightly, now remembering the older man before him. When he was younger, his parent's took them to church regularly; of course the priest before him was the man he once knew.

"It's nice to see you again, father. I didn't think you'd still be here, it's been years."

"Yeah well, I'm not as old as you thought I was." Chris laughed lightly at him.

"What are you doing here so late?" Chris asked.

"Well, honestly, the majority of my time is spent here nowadays. Not that I mind, it's beautiful isn't it? I heard a car, always have to check some young ones aren't coming in to steal or vandalise." He replied, a frown crept upon his thin lips, "And what about you? Why would you be here at this hour?"

"Needed help, I guess." Chris sighed.

"What is it son? Something must have happened."

"I just... Everything is so messed up. I can't cope with it anymore." He admitted his voice cracking.

"Things happen for a reason. God is with us all."

"But bad things always seem to happen... How can there be a God, when there's so much suffering and pain?" Chris asked, staring into the older man's blue eyes, hoping for an answer.

"I don't have an answer to that, Chris. You just have to be the best person you can and hope to be rewarded for it at a later stage. You just have to have faith." The Father replied sadly. He couldn't say much more to Chris, he couldn't convince him to believe in God, he just wished for him to feel better.

"But I'm not perfect, I know that. I've made mistakes..."

"We all have, son."

"But I've tried my best to do well. Perhaps not by the book, but I have tried my hardest to help people and be a good person... So why am I still getting punished?" Chris frowned, his eyes still filled with water that had yet to pour.

"How do you feel you're being punished?"

"Because I've lost everything I've ever loved. Everything I've ever believed in. God, I try to be good, and nothing but bad happens. My life is in shambles. But it wasn't my choice to live this life, you know. I didn't choose to get involved with Umbrella and that shit. Don't you think I would love to just live a normal life? ...And you know, earlier I thought I could. But as always, things go wrong. And in the end, I'm left with nothing." A tear trickled down his frustrated face, but was quickly sweep away. He removed his gaze from the Priest. "You ever contemplated suicide, father? It isn't a nice experience..."

"There's no denying that your life has been hard, but you've fought through it. You're a strong man, you went through hell and came out unscathed." Chris scoffed in response. "You are strong enough to fight any obstacle you face. And nothing is ever completely lost."

"Yeah, but I messed up, and lost my love... and my daughter."

"They may be lost but they aren't gone. You can still get to them, there's always hope...And you still have little Claire, I'm sure."

"Yeah, but she's all grown up. She hardly needs me anymore."

"But you're still there for her." Father turned his head to glance behind him and whispered, "...As I said, nothing is ever completely lost, there's always hope."

He stood out of the pew and pointed toward the large carved door. Chris glanced over his shoulder to see the elegant woman stepping into the church. He slid out of his pew, and watched in awe. She caught his sight, and began to run towards him, her heels echoing through the silent room until she latched onto his awaiting arms.

"I'm so sorry, Jill." Chris cried into her shoulder, as she held him tightly around the neck, running her fingers through his hair. "I'm so happy you're here."

"It's okay." She whispered, separating from him. The priest left the two of them in peace. "I know, you're hurting, we all are."

"Yeah..." Chris nodded, "This is my fault, they've got to her."

"Who?"

"I don't know, but it isn't a coincidence." He reached into his pocket and handed Jill the letter shakily, which she wasted no time to read:

No need to worry, Mr Redfield. Anna will be alive for as long as we need her. We'll promise to treat her well, for the mean time.

I look forward to the day we get to meet. Until then, enjoy your life.

A. Wesker

"Is this some sort of joke?" Jill asked in disbelief at the letter.

"I don't know, it was sent through our door. What do I do?"

"I don't understand. Wesker's dead, right?" Reading the letter brought back to Jill all the painful memories of their past.

"Yeah, we killed him. It can't be him, don't even think like that." Chris assured her. "...I need to find her."

"We'll find a way, don't worry Chris. I'm right by your side." Jill placed her hand on his comfortingly.

Chris and Jill arrived home, she attempted to calm him. Although within herself, she was petrified too. Chris had excused himself, but after some time Jill began to worry. She walked up the stairs to find him sitting in the master bedroom, holding his head.

"Chris?" She whispered.

"...I don't want you to see me like this." He rubbed his eyes and looked away from her.

"Hey, it's okay." She immediately walked in and sat beside him, wrapping his arms around his neck.

"I jus..I can't let anything happen to her, I'm so worried." He continued to sob, like she had never seen him do so before. She pulled him closer to her, and cradled his head. He felt the comfort and warmth of her, something he had missed for so long.

He pulled from her embrace and looked to her eyes for an answer. Their faces were millimetres apart, but Jill didn't know what to say. She couldn't feed him false promises. She rubbed his unshaven cheek with her thumbs, removing the water that had poured down them. Her heart fluttered at being so close to him once more, and everything that had happened between the two seemed to fade away.

In a bold move, Jill brought her lips to his tenderly. She knew she'd regret it, it would just complicate things further, but for the moment she just wished to help him. Take his mind of the various problems they had. But, one kiss wasn't enough for either of them. It had been so long, they needed more. In a momentary lapse of judgement, Chris pushed Jill beneath him, moving gently on top of her. He began to attack her neck, planting the softest of kisses upon it, to show her how me he cared and had missed her. He hadn't forgotten about Anna, but for the moment he needed comfort, and he found his comfort in Jill.

Their bodies moved perfectly together. Each one finding solace in the other during the quiet love the two made.

Rubbish-y chapter I know. Ooh well, you'll get over it.

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