RE Fic: Je m'en Fous : ch. 1

A/N;

You know, I have no idea what this is XD I just decided, at 3:20am, while lying in bed thinking about half the shit me and my friends joke about. And my mind came up with one sentence I wanted Jill to say to Rebecca and it was sealed.

So basically this whole story is putting together all the little jokes and idea Toshyii, Shin and I have come up with. And all the other little things that have happened with little people. And… Something else that I refuse to mention. I don’t know whether this is meant to be Humour, Drama or Romance o_o; It’s DEFIANTELY Humour, c’mon. There’s a bit of drama, but I don’t know if it’s romance >_>

For some strange reason Jill and Chris’ relationship always comes to my mind when I listen to ‘One Week’, that song by Bare Naked Ladies. I guess I just see it more light hearted than most people like to. Cause if they aren’t lovers, they’re best friends in my books XD ‘I have a history of losing my shirt’ :’D

And Yes – Jill has long hair in this. … Currently. I have a slight plan of her cutting it.

So, commence? I don’t own Resident Evil. Cause Disclaimers always have to be there.
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Jill bit her bottom lip.
The STARS members were like family. Barry was life a father, Wesker resembled the creepy as fuck uncle, Rebecca could only be described as the baby sister, and the rest were like brothers. This made her current desire incest.
Being the good justice policewoman and firm believer in global norms of taboo, she wasn’t going to admit to any of her ‘family’ that she wouldn’t mind screwing one of her ‘brothers’. Not in the open, at least. Of course, it didn’t make her want Chris any less. Fuck Morales!

Her eyes shifted to the desk she was in front of. She looked at the frame that sat next to her paperwork. A picture of her boyfriend in it. To her surprise, she didn’t feel near as guilty as she had been over the past few months. It’s not like he was ever here anymore. When she was home he was out on trips, and when he was home she was on missions – There was no point to meet at. Come to think of it, she hadn’t actually seen her boyfriend for some time, now. But she’d seen her quite dashing brother, a lot. She was taking a lot more notice of him.
It would probably be best to quit referring to Chris as brother now, because at this rate she’d call Barry dad, which was no better than calling your teacher in primary school mum.

She put a hand on the frame, and gently tipped it down, the photo facing the bottom of her desk. It felt like the photo itself was judging her, and frankly she wasn’t in the mood for it. It was like a long distance relationship while they were meant to be sleeping in the same bed. Hell, she hadn’t gotten any for months, something was very wrong with this picture.

She moved her chair, looking about the room. Most of STARS was sitting doing paperwork, or checking their weapons. Richard was sitting on a chair in front of two large cardboard boxes – His desk had been destroyed last week when Forest and Joseph were messing around. They came out of it with a few large splinters, maybe some internal bleeding, but the desk wasn’t so lucky. A few of the desks were vacant.

Joseph, Chris, Forest and Brad all crowded around one of the desks, looking up at a clock. They seemed quite absorbed with it, and at the front of the room Wesker was shooting them death glares, as he did each week.

Today’s Tuesday. Jill thought simply to herself. Tuesday had always been that one day…

As soon as the clock struck one, the group of men cheered and threw their arms up in the air. To anyone who wasn’t in STARS, it probably would have been very surprising – But it was a ritual that had been going on since they all began working together.

Chris had opened one of the desk draws and taken out a container that was filled with slips of paper. Whilst he did that, Forest promptly took Joseph’s bandana, and tied it up in a way that it kept shape.
Enrico shook his head as he watched the group. It was basically the same every week. But it never lost it’s charm.
Edward took advantage of the fact that Jill was heavily distracted, staring at Chris. He moved up behind her, and swiftly grabbed her hat and dashed over to the group of men as they finished mixing the papers in Joseph’s bandana, and hurried to find the other container.
Jill’s hair fell back down past her shoulders, and she gave a displeased growl. It was excessively hard to get so much of her long hair in that hat. But the men were too busy still messing around to even notice her disapproving glare. She calmed down pretty soon, though.

The men brought the hat and bandana over to Barry expectantly. Barry dipped one hand into the hat and pulled out a slip, before pulling another from the bandana. He waved for the men to take some step back, before he raised his arms in the air, “Today, We have pizza!!” He announced loudly.
Most of STARS cheered. Barry paused for a moment.
“And Jill’s going to go get it.” He stated quickly. “The Hats of Truth have spoken!”
Both Enrico and Wesker shook their heads. Jill raised an eyebrow.
“Do we have to keep calling them that? I feel like I’m working with some sort of holy relic sitting on my head.” She said, standing up and placing a hand on her hip.
Barry shook his head, "What do you want me to call them, Jill? The 'Head-Heating-Clothings-In-Which-We-Decide-Errand-Boy-And-Tuesday-Lunches-From?" Barry asked.
"Just, 'Jill's Hat' and 'Joseph's Bandana' would be fine." She answered simply, her stance relaxing.

Richard grabbed at notepad and pen from his short desk, as he had been kneeling up. He got up and handed them to Jill, who busily scribbled down on the paper a few things, mumbling some of the things under her breath. She seemed to know the orders off my heart. She seemed quite pleased that there hadn’t been any new members after Rebecca. When she stopped to think about it, there would have been clashes – To hell if she was going to put on a fake smile to avoid a fight.

Wesker cleared his throat and stood up from his desk.
“Is there anything else anyone wants?” He quizzed, “We’re just taking this out of Iron’s Funding.”
Jill waltz over to the desk, causing most of the men to flinch as she took the hat and placed it back on her head, not even bothering to get rid of the papers.

She turned, so that she could see most of the others. “Does anyone want me to pick up some containers of ice-cream, if we’re having a stab at Chief Prick?” she asked.

Before she even had time to get ready to write, there were multiple calls of different flavours. Chocolate, Baileys, Strawberry. Chris seemed more than enthusiastic at the choice, and was the first to shout Coffee. Jill walked over to him casually and poked him in the stomach. He quickly pretended to be in pain from it, making whimpering sounds like a puppy.

“You can only get that if you give something up of your usual.” She said teasingly, her face close to his. She had to stand on her toes due to the slight height difference. She felt more like she was teasing herself than her words were teasing Chris.

“I’d be happy to shout for Chris, I don’t mind.” Richard offered with a smile. Jill gave a wave of her hand, dismissing his offer.
“It’s not money that’s an issues,” She said, “Trust me, I’m one of the first people that would love to run Iron’s money into the ground.”
“Then what’s the problem?” Chris pouted.
Jill just continued to stare him in the eyes, “… Maybe I just want to be mean?” She answered. She lied. She was getting worried for his health.

“Hey, would it be alright if I got something?” Rebecca asked, a little sheepishly. She’d been there two or three months, but she still wasn’t quite used to the whole process.
“Shoot.” Jill said with a nod, looking over to her. Immediately all of the men ducked either to the ground, or under their desks. Jill turned, and placed her hands on her hips once again. “I don’t even have my gun out!” She huffed, rolling her eyes.

That was the problem. Jill, from her first day at STARS, had made it clear that, excluding Wesker, and ignoring the team hierarchy, she was Alpha. And no-one had the balls (Still excluding Wesker) to say anything otherwise. That and her usually serious nature made people cautious around her. Especially when she made any references to guns. And when she had PMS. That was the real scary time. Even despite that, she always seemed to fit in as ‘one of the guys’, and was including in most of the talk that Rebecca was kicked out of for being a chick.

She shook her head as the men got up again, and looked back over to Rebecca, “What do you want, Sweetie?” She asked.

Rebecca gave a thankful smile, “Well everyone’s getting tubs of ice-cream… Can I just get a popsicle?” She asked.

Jill gave a nod and headed for the door. She grabbed a red wagon from next to the door and gave a salute before leaving.

“You know, some times I feel bad for putting her name in the hat 50 times while everyone else is only in there 10…” Barry admitted, before getting back to checking his gun. The rest got back to their work.

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Jill walked down the street, a few people tossing her glances as she dragged the toy wagon behind her. She was too deep in her own thought to notice. Her mind had gone back to her current object of affection, and to the fact that she was receiving no affection in general anymore.

She sighed to herself, “I like you, Chris.” She said quietly, as it rehearsing it. She knew wording was nearly everything. People these days just blurted out ‘I love you’ to guys and girls alike.
She put a finger over her lip – ‘I love you’. Ha. She’d said that once and now it was causing her nothing but loneliness when she went home.