RE Fic: Je m'en Fous : ch. 19

A/N;

So yeah… I know there’s been a massive lapse of updates… You have one person to blame : My Friend Danta XD She’s been coming over recently so we could finally play ObsCure (If you don’t know of it, go find it. It’s on the computer, Wii, and PS2. If you don’t own it, go find it. Now. Seriously, and if you have a problem with the first one, play the second because it is sheer AWESOME. Buy it, download it, rent it, borrow it, I don’t care, just play it DX You people have no idea what you’re missing out on!! Right, off topic, sorry XD).

I have a habit of being addicted to two things at a time. One never changes (This is Shadow Hearts, also another game you all should play DX!!), and the other, well, keeps changing. Today, the mental image in my head was Yuri Hyuga on a throne to the left wearing a crown, while Steve Burnside, Heather Mason, Lloyd Irving, Taro and Keats were sitting back watching Kenny Matthews and Vergil have some sort of battle of epic proportions. It’s pretty nuts in my head. Eh. You probably won’t know half the people I mentioned that reside in my mind!

So realizing that I have a strange Obsessive nature, you can see why I’ve been struggling to get this chapter written xD?

Oh, and also, it should be noted that I was watching Danta use the Wii Fit. You’ll be able to see what part to blame on her as well XD

So, nice fat long chapter for you all X3 Hopefully makes up for it. It’d about two chapter’s worth.

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“What the hell are you crying for, Jill?”

“I don’t want to talk to you right now, Justin.” The reply was simple, emotionless as Jill pushed past him and walked inside. He must have heard her behind the door, because before she was able to grab the doorknob, he had opened it from the other side.

He grabbed her shoulder, more than fed up with the cold way she had been treating him. Hell, she hadn’t even told him that she had left the hospital!

“It’s not a matter of whether you want to talk to me or not.” He stated sternly, unable to show the concern he felt. Jill jerked her shoulder from his grip. “C’mon, Jill… Whatever I’ve done, I can fix it! I haven’t changed Jill, and if I have… Then I can go back, for you.”

’You know, he probably deserves what he got.’

Jill roughly shook her head and looked at him, “No… No, you’re never going to change back into the person I thought you were.” She stated, “… How long have you been like this? How long have you been so spiteful?!”

“Spiteful?” He repeated before becoming quite offended, “Spiteful?! If I’ve been spiteful, what the hell have you been?!”

She growled, looking away. She didn’t know the answer. She knew she most likely wasn’t acting logically, but…

Justin took a step up before Jill could reply. She would be thankful for it, since it would be the statement that would make her refrain from apologizing and trying to make amends.

“Hey, you know what?! You don’t god damn deserve someone like me!” Justin snapped. Who the hell did she think she was saying all of this?

“Aw how cute, you have a crush on yourself! I’d be careful, because the guy you have a crush on is a douche!” Jill snapped back, shoving him hard to push him through the door. Even though all she wanted was to be away from him, she knew that she couldn’t put any distance between them – Stepping forward to keep in his face about the issue.

She didn’t know why this whole thing seemed so... Emotional, but it was. No, that was a lie, she did know. She’d spent so long with him, so long simply for him, and it was all crashing down. How long ago has she accepted that he wasn’t the guy her ‘friends’ continued to praise him to be?

She just did what she could to get it over with quickly. As soon as Justin had found his footing, Jill gave him another shove.

“You’re really something, you know that Jill? You should step back and take a look in the mirror!” Justin barked, hitting Jill’s arm away before she had a chance to withdraw back. Whether it was a natural reaction or just being far too fed up with Justin all together, once that action had been taken she stepped forward and punched him in the jar – Hard. She didn’t get through Delta training and STARS missions to hit like a girl.

“Justin, you forget one thing. I’m sorry, but I’m not a lady, and I’m not afraid to pick a fight, especially when it’s for my own good!” She shouted as he staggered back, holding the badly bruising – possibly broken – area.

Jill turned on her heels and stormed back into the apartment, slamming the door behind her. Her back against the door, she slid down to ground.

“Looks like I’m all alone again.” Jill stated after she could no longer hear Justin’s swearing, pounding on the door or his footsteps leading away. She bit her bottom lip, this time now out of embarrassment or tension, out of heartbreak. “ I haven’t exactly been the best person in the world, especially lately. Suppose I had all of this coming, I seem to treat people pretty badly.” She leaned, basically collapsing onto her side against the ground. Although she ignored the fact, she knew the tears that were starting to soak the carpet were her own.

“Maybe I should take a holiday and go someone else for awhile. Disappear.” She tapped her fingers against the carpet. Maybe what she had said earlier was right. Maybe she was living in a soap opera, and she was the one causing all of the drama. She’d just chased off the man that had stated that he loved her, and she had just thrown herself back into the loneliness that not too long ago she wanted so desperately to escape.

Gabriel feet padded on the carpet as he slowly walked over, concentrating on Jill’s face. She looked back, and offered her furry little friend a broken smile. She couldn’t manage much at the moment.

It was strange. Like those girls, that man made her sad. But why? Was it because he had yelled? Did he frighten her? No, she didn’t run, she raised her voice back. Did he have something she wanted? She didn’t take anything, that couldn’t have been it.

Maybe it was just people. Well, people weren’t going to be allowed near her anymore. Why should she be sad? She had done nothing to them! And she looked after him. She was nice. People shouldn’t make nice people cry.

Strange things ferrets are, strange things. This one in particular, acted more like a dog, a dog that acted more like a child.

Jill sat up again and gave Gabriel a quick pat. The two would go to bed soon, once she had stopped crying again. She knew it was never a good thing to go to bed crying. Your pillow gets far soggy. Until then, she’d just plan on how to keep this whole ‘break-up’ from the others and act like everything was fine. Hm, she had something in mind.

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“When the hell did you even get the idea to do this in your head?!” Brad whined loudly. His body was aching, which didn’t say very much for him.

“Probably around the time that I decided it was time to put you through some pain. Straighten up your back!” Jill stated.

One had to admit, Brad did indeed have a good question. However, one could guess that it was around the time that Jill made the comment that Barry was getting pudgy. Ouch, how she could be straight forward in times it wasn’t called for.

And when it came to being straight forward, Jill acted, even if it was a few weeks late from the original statement. Hell, most of everyone could take part now anyone. Everyone except for Chris, who sat at his desk just watching the group. It was hard, given the enclosed area of the room.

What were they doing? Eh, Aerobic, kinda. It had been sprung on them, even Wesker, so Jill was the only one who was wearing the appropriate attire, having brought some with her that morning. Simply, a light blue singlet (Or a tanktop, whatever one wants to call it) and some black shorts. It looked like a variation of the outfit she had worn to the bar on that unfortunate match-up night. She had also kicked off her boots, but still wore white socks.

While Jill was contently instructed, and demonstrating most things that she was ordering them to do, the others had quite a bit of struggling going on. The whole thing was like a hybrid of Yoga. While Jill could touch her toes, Brad, Barry, Enrico and Richard and Kevin couldn’t. Neither could the other Kevin, who had some how been dragged into the whole ordeal, too.

While Jill had no problem stretching and reaching her arms most ways, that was where just about everyone else failed as well.

And it was just a smart thing not to ask any of them to do the splits. Not even Rebecca could.

“This… This i-isn’t fair! Why… Why does… C-Chris… Get, get out… Of this?!” Brad asked, gasping for air after failing just about every position he was told to do. He wasn’t in very good shape, this fact being very obvious, especially since he kept falling over, too.

“Because Chris is blind, and he could end up managing to stab someone in the eye. Don’t know how, but he’d manage.” Jill stated, stretching her arms out, bring one over the other towards her shoulder, “Now stop bitching.” Chris smiled to himself. One good thing came out of this thing – But he knew he would have probably enjoyed the whole thing. And to have the chance to watch Jill move like that… he gave himself a mental slap. He wasn’t allowed to nosebleed, no matter how pleasing the images in his head may have been.

“How do you even know all of these things?!” Brad continued to whine, nearly sulking.

“Hm, just one of those things. Gotta keep in shape. Plus before I started training for this sort of career, I wanted to be an aerobic instructor. It’s still my second choice if Wesker decides to fire me.” Jill explained, switching arms.

“Well, that wouldn’t be a problem. You’re damn flexible.” Forest stated, knowing exactly where he was unwisely treading, “Rawr.” To his surprise, he didn’t receive a rebuttal from Jill, but instead a scrunched up paper ball to the back of the head. He spun around quickly to look at Chris who was scrunching up another bit of paper, managing to make the action look threatening.

“Well, that’s an interesting note. Back-up plans… Joseph could definitely be a chef, I don’t know about Brad being a vampire bat… But Rebecca will always no doubt have an opening in the adult films industry.” Forest stated.

“H-Hey!” Rebecca choked, completely caught off guard by that assumption.

“I’m sorry Rebecca, but he does have a point.” Richard said with a nod, “People would pay a lot to hire you.” Poor Rebecca, she had no idea how to respond to any of it. She just tried to continue stretching.

Wesker was clearly getting tired of it, fast. Within five minutes, he had dropped his arms and walked back to his desk. The rest followed that action, excluding Jill.

“Hey, what are you all doing?!” She said, relaxing her body but keeping an aggressive stance.

“Jill. We will work out in our own time. If we have to, will use a taser on Brad and Barry while they’re on treadmills, but now is not the time.” Wesker stated, the last fragment of his sentence causing much distress from the two men mentioned. Wesker continued. “Since you seem to have worked everyone physically, it’s time to work everyone mentally, quickly. Primarily Brad.”

“Why do you hate me so much, Captain Wesker?!” Brad cried.

“Enough, Brad, first Question.” Wesker began. Jill wondered back to her desk while everyone else seemed to busy themselves in hopes of avoiding Wesker’s questionnaires.
“What’s the Capital of France, Brad?”

Brad smiled confidently. He was sure he could nail this one, he had the answer in his head.
“Oh, Oh I know this one… It’s F!”

Wesker put his hand on his forehead, in the ever-growing in popularity face palm manner. He shook his head while doing so.
“… I wish I could fail you on that one, so much, but you’re technically correct…” He groaned. “Alright, I’ll give you another chance… Choose a category. Maths, History, or Plant Life.” He was flicking through cue cards while saying this.

Brad thought hard about his options for a moment, “I choose, The history of mathematical plants!” Wesker hit his head on the desk.

Jill felt a tap on her arm. She glanced over, Chris leaning over to go through with the action. “What’s up?”

“Reckon you could help me get somewhere?” He quizzed her. She gave a nod, raising from her seat and grabbing his arm. “Just tell me where, good sir.”
The contact made Chris smile. For such a stern woman, her touch was soft, loving in a way.

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The room they entered was empty. It was gathering dust. It was one of the old file rooms, though it had recently been given a couch just incase someone decided their feet hurt while looking over the files. Jill let go of Chris’ arm, and let him walk off on his own.

Her feelings once more were mixed. There was still that strange affection for him. Affection, bordering on love… As much as she tried her best to deny the fact that it had tipped overboard some time ago.
There was also sadness. To see him put in such effort just to navigate. It wasn’t fair for a man as strong and independent as Chris to have to do that. It didn’t seem right. Cruel in fact.
But along with that, such respect. That he still drove forward. She wasn’t sure how he was recovering. He hadn’t told her. He would always change the subject when the conversation moved to the topic.

She turned, quietly walking to the door. It might take him awhile to find that file, and she didn’t want him to be unnerved by her watching him. She didn’t notice the quick sound of the cabinets opening, pages flicking, and a folder being taken out in much less time than she obviously expected.

She rested one hand on door, ready to walk out, however she was stopped from doing this. Chris own hand took hold of her free wrist, causing her to quickly swirl around to look at him. It was that strong grip again, that one that made her heart race. She didn’t know what was behind it, but there was something strange about it. It made her nervous, and her stomach ache. Her chest felt tight.

He tilted his head slightly, towards the couch beside them. “C’mon. Where are you going? Come sit with me.” He chuckled. Before she could give a yes or no to the statement, he had dragged her over to the couch. Perhaps it hadn’t been intentional, but she had wound up on his lap. While he held the file in one hand, his free arm was around her waist – She wouldn’t be able to get out of the position with ease, even if she wished to move just because of the awkwardness of the position.

She looked at the folder. He was still blind, at least semi blind. Her feeling in her chest eased, letting her breathe easy. That was what it was about. “Pass the file over, I’ll read it for you.” She said, thankful for the ease that was allowed in her tone once the realization had come about.

“No, that’s alright.” He said, putting the file beside him. She froze, feeling like her whole system was contracting. No?

She tried to move off of his lap, getting one leg onto the cushion next to him. Her own thought of ‘this is fine’ quickly left her as he roughly moved her back. Even though she couldn’t work out what was going on, she knew that the roughness was unintentional. It was just a clumsy little thing. But that didn’t make her feel anymore… Calm. Confused, worried. Those were too good words.

She swallowed hard, despite the fact that her throat was becoming dry. “Hey, what are you doing? C’mon, let me read you the file so we can get out of here.” She stated, trying once more to move from the position, but Chris simply seemed to pull her closer. Perhaps he didn’t mean to make it that close.

He was just being stupid, right?

“No, it’s fine.” He stated, making sure to face her. Jill’s body tensed. Tensed and feeling like her body was contracting. What a lovely combo. In her mind, it was making her think too much of how things had once been. That would be why her body was reacting the way it was, as well as her mind, but she had no way of knowing this.

All she knew was that she was nervous… Maybe even scared, of Chris Redfield, her best friend within STARS. Hell, out of practically everyone. The thought of being scared of him terrified her.

“Chris.” She said, trying her best to swallow once again. There was practically no saliva left in her mouth, and she coughed because of the air she had taken in instead. Chris’ expression seemed to change to concern – It had been an audible action. Jill shivered and went on.

“I… I need to get back to work, Chris. Wesker, he won’t be pleased if we’re still gone when his questionnaire’s done. One’s… Just fine, but, not both.” She said, continuing to quietly fight his grip around her. In reply to her actions, Chris put his other arm around her, cutting off any escape route. She felt trapped, now.

“He’ll be fine, just stay with me for a bit. Is that so bad?” Chris asked, laughing a bit. He smile changed to a slight frown as he felt Jill squirm. It wasn’t just a few moves to try and get space. She was trying hard to get out of his grip, putting her hands on his arms in an attempt push them down and get out. It confused him, and he raised his arms higher, making it harder for her. “Are you alright, Jill?” He blinked a few times.

She gave an involuntary whimper. She bit her bottom lip, hard, nearly drawing blood. No matter how much her subconscious tried to explain to her why she was acting like this and that she needed to calm down, she couldn’t. “I need to get back.” She stated again, her voice showing how helpless she felt. This, frankly, shocked Chris. But… He couldn’t let her go. Not yet. He gave no reply, but didn’t loosen his grip.

Jill was on the verge of tears. The inside of her body only seemed to grip tighter, making her feel like a cage animal inside and out. She shouldn’t have felt that way and she knew it, but she was so… There weren’t really words she could think of. Involuntary once more, a sob escaped her throat as she gave more desperate thrashes. Chris blinked a few more times.

“Why do you look so sad, Jill?” Chris asked. The question made no sense to her.

“Because---!” She began, but froze. “I… I, look sad, Chris?” He nodded. He loosened his grip a fraction, noticing her lapse of a struggle as soon as it had left her lips.

“You look so sad Jill. Kinda scared, too.” He stated. Jill couldn’t stop her body from shaking. Chris instantly felt regret. He hadn’t expected her to react all of that way. He should have stopped, what the hell had he done to her? “I… I’m sorry, Jill I… I just wanted to see, well, you… and, you woulda left and…” He tried desperately to defend his actions, himself.

Jill could feel her body slowly regain control of itself once more. That was what it was about. That idiot… That moron, that numbskull, that jerk! “Why, would you wanna go seeing me, Redfield?” She asked. Her body still shook quite violently. He looked away from her, already trying to think of a way to make it up to her.

“Cause you’re probably the prettiest thing in this whole damn station.” He stated, “I’m sorry Jill, I shoulda told you.” She shook her head, pushing one of his arms away. She stood up, relief flooding over her. She gave him a smile after a few moments, putting her hand out to help him up.

“You bloody moron… It was a nice surprise!” She said. “I told you that you’d get your sight back. Listening to doctors is the worst thing you can do in these situations.” He looked at her, giving an apologetic smile in return before grabbing her hand and standing up.

“We’d better head back.” He stated with a nod. He was about to let go of her hand, but looked over curiously. She had laced her fingers with his, holding on tight. It caused him to smile slightly, his heart light. It was like in the early years of school – A low form of intimacy for people their age but for some reason it made him feel just that little bit better, in every way.

Jill looked straight to the door, forcing him to leave with her. They were going back to work this time, definitely.

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“Wesker, can I ask you a favour, sir?” Chris asked. It had been about fifteen minutes since the two had arrived back, thankfully unnoticed. Jill bad buried herself back into her work, seeming to zone out from the world around the.

Wesker glanced at him, before back at his work. “What is it, Chris?” He asked, tapping the eraser of his pencil on the table.

“… You can’t tell anyone about it, though, alright?” Chris said awkrwardly.

“Then why not just go and ask Barry or Forest for this favour then?” Wesker asked gruffly. Chris balanced most of his weight on one foot.

“Well you see, you’re the least likely person to blab about it, unless you know, I piss you off.” Chris explained. Wesker sighed slightly, before gesturing him to go on.

“I’m here to steal one Ms. Valentine!” a familiar voice from the door called. Everyone looked up, including the collapsed Kevin Ryman who had gone unnoticed in the corner of the room. Claire naturally stood at the door, waving to her Chris and Wesker, before gesturing for Jill to follow her out of the door.

Jill rose from her seat, abandoning her paperwork and headed outside, closing the door behind her. Girl talks, what fun. Poor Rebecca must have felt left out, but hey, she was getting more than both of them.

“You sure are coming to visit a lot.” Jill commented.

“It’s just more interesting here than my dorm. Can you blame me?”

“… And you’re eating more sweets than usual, aren’t you? Need rushes for school work?” Jill asked, eyeing the two packets she held in her hand. A red packet, and a yellow packet. Claire held them both in front of her for a moment, looking at each packet before giving a shrug.

“I didn’t know if I wanted Crunchy M&Ms again, or Skittles.” She stated, “So he gave me both.”

“Ah, I see…” Jill said, nodding her head before pausing, “He gave you both?”

“Yep.”

“… He gave you both? Do go on!”

Claire recoiled slightly. Jill Valentine, not the women to say these things to. Not when she’s in a prying mood. No harm, there wasn’t much to pry into. “The guy I pointed out at the bar.”

“That kid you pointed out at the bar.” Jill said with a bit of a smirk, “He’s still a baby, by the looks of him.”

“Yeah yeah yeah.” Claire stated, and paused once again when Jill moved her hand over to her, plucking what seemed like a hair from her jacket.

“… Blonde? Brown? … Tan? What HAVE you been up to, lil’ Redfield?” Jill laughed, having fun teasing someone once again. Playfully, but still teasing. Claire groaned, dusting her shoulder. A lot more of the hair fell from the material – It nearly looked like she was shedding.

“You’re cleaning that up.” Wesker called from the desk, not even having to look out of the door. Claire repeated a louder ‘Yeah yeah yeah’ in reply before turning her attention back to the conversation with Jill.

“It’s not like that. You’re the one that told me not to be ‘Meh’ about Steve.” Claire said, brushing her other shoulder. Another bombardment of hair.

“Steve? So, his name’s Steven, is it?” Jill said, smirk refusing to leave her face.

“Yes, his name is Steve and his name doesn’t have anything to do with the hair.” Claire huffed. It seemed like the two kept switching places each time they met. “Steve seems to be one of those guy’s who has that one saying, ‘Love me, love my dog…s…ssss.’” Her voice faded off with the hiss of the ‘s’es.

“Dog…s…ssss?” Jill asked, raising an eyebrow. Claire took a deep breath.

“He owns five Pembroke Welsh Corgis, three Cardigan Welsh Corgis, one Bedlington Terrier and an African Grey Parrot.” She stated.

“Jesus, Eight Corgis? … And what the fuck is a Bedlington Terrier?” Jill asked, raising an eyebrow. It sounded like that boy had as many dogs as Kevin had in his pack.

“It’s this breed of Terrier that looks like a cross between a shorn sheep and some sort of Alien. It’s all short cut around it’s stomach and chest with poofy fur on it’s leg and puffy fur balls on the tips of his ears and it’s all, more POOF fur down the middle of it’s face and eyes and all, bah! It’s so ugly that it’s adorable!” Claire explained, throwing her arms up in the air. She must have had far too much time to stare at the creature she was talking about. “And the parrot kept hitting on me!”

“Right… Got it… Was he walking the pack when you saw him, or did you…” Jill began, losing the teasing tone to try and calm Claire down.

“I… Went over to his place.” Claire said, knowing how suss it sounded. But nothing had happened, honest! Before Jill could call her out on it, Claire quickly changed the direction of that conversation. “Alright Jill, how’s your relationships going, then?”

Her silent promise to herself to keep the breakup away from people seemed to slip her mind. She was too comfortable talking to the younger Redfield sibling. Somehow it felt like there was a near sister relationship between the two, just between the two. And the promise broke on day one.

“The relationship is split right down the middle. I’m throwing his stuff out as soon as I get home.” She stated, not too loudly. She quickly covered her mouth – What she had let out of her mouth actually sunk into her mind. She was usually more carefully with these things.

“No way…” Claire said softly, but gasped loudly. Jill quickly moved her hands from her mouth to Claire’s.

“Say, Nothing.” Jill said sternly. She seemed panicked by the thought of it getting out. “Please, just…” Claire managed to pry Jill’s fingers from her face and push her hand back. She made the ‘zipped mouth’ motion.

“Between you and me.”

“Thank you…”

“Moving on to the next problem… Amy.” Claire said, trying to think of a subject where they could both sink their fangs into. Meant in a strange way, neither of the girls seemed like the types to tear a person apart, but given the chance to bare those said fangs.

“I’m sure those skunks were a real nice surprise. I think ruining her car would be great. What’s say we slash the tires next?” Jill asked, her voice filling with a mix of venom and enjoyment.

“There’s only two tires. What’s say we smash the windows as well?” Claire quizzed, then paused, “… That’s illegal though… Hmm…” Jill gave a wave of her hand, crossing one arm over her stomach.


“Please, the law is on my side here. I am the law.” She stated confidently. Claire snorted accidentally, she had just been trying to hold back her laughter.

“That, and you’ll kick her arse!” She stated, a grin on her face. Jill nodded confidently.

“That too.”

Wesker left the office before Claire and Jill finished their plotting, a good fifteen minutes later.

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About half an hour passed by. Wesker still hadn’t returned. While most of the group were playing Paper Scissors Rock to decide on whether to play Office Hockey or Stationary Darts until their Captain returned, Brad seemed to be sulking. Even though she did get kicks out of seeing Brad like that, she wasn’t the cause of it. Jill, being the ‘Only I’m allowed to upset them’ type of lass, stood beside him to find out what was up.

“What’s got you all down in the dumps, Brad?” She asked, putting a hand on his shoulder, “You know, other than me probably breaking you with no chance of repair after the stretches this morning.”

“It’s not so bad when you gang up on me, but Captain Wesker’s being particularly… Horrible to me today.” Brad said, head in his hands. Wesker could really do a number on someone’s self esteem, especially someone like Brad.

“Well Brad, I think I may have a song and dance routine that will cheer you right up!” Jill said, taking a step back and clasping her hands together. Brad looked over at her, his posture not straightening up.

“Like what?”

“Allow me to show you.” Jill said, clearing her throat before going along with a specific beat that was hard to pick – something very similar to the Mexican hat dance. “Yoooooour…”

Brad sat up properly and turned around, noticing the Jill had flicked her wrists a certain way, clearly leading up to the ‘dance that was going to come along with it’.

“Boss is an arsehole, your boss is an arse hole! Your boss your boss, your boss is an arsehole!” She very clearly was enjoying performing the ‘song’, moving her hips a bit slower than the beat, but moving flicking her wrists more like a conductor. “Your Boss, is, an arsehoooole~!”

Despite how short it was, it was frankly something brilliant, especially for the situation. All of the team clapped and cheered quite a bit, having the very same opinions for that man, before they came to quick stop. Jill hesitated.

“… Shit. He’s right behind me, isn’t he?” Jill asked, fearing to turn around. There was one simple word answer, but not from any of the men in front of her.

“JIIILLLLLLLLLLL!!!”

Jill cringed, her shoulders lifting. She still refused to look around.

“… Oh, geez. Now I know how Chris feels…” Jill murmured quietly to herself, but before raising her voice enough to be heard by the threat behind herself, “You’re going to kill me while I sleep, aren’t you?”

There was a loud, agitated growl in reply. Jill quickly turned around, standing ready to launch herself for flight rather than fight. She quickly pointed at a very angry looking Wesker, “But you don’t know where I sleep, do you?!” She shouted, a hint of victory in her voice before she darted out of the room, nearly slamming into the door.

“… She has you there, Wesker.” Joseph commented, while Brad got back to his work – Feeling quite a lot better after all of that.

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Forest felt a tug on the back of his vest. He looked over his shoulder, seeing Rebecca looking at him expectantly.

“… What’s with you Becca?” He asked, obviously unsure with what this was about.

“I need your help.” She said simply, giving another tug on his vest.

“… Dare I ask, with what?” He inquired. Rebecca smiled brightly, a genuine smile, nothing pervy.

“My bear traps finally arrived!” She beamed, grabbing onto Forest’s arm this time and dragging him up from his chair, “Come on, we’ve got work!” The two were out of the room before Forest could voice any sort of protest towards the idea. What had he gotten into now? They might also figure out where Jill had run off to… No doubt she would have so much fun joining in with them.

There were a few moments of silence between the remaining members. They shouldn’t have been surprised with the whole kidnapping ordeal. It seemed to happen quite a fair bit within their group.

“Would someone be able to tell me where Jill lives?” Wesker asked, grabbing everyone’s detention. He seemed to be straining to go on with the question.

“… We can’t tell you, ‘cause you’ll kill her as she sleeps.” Joseph stated simply.

“No, that’s not why need to know.” He growled. He moved his hand from behind his back, the new image causing everyone to raise an eyebrow while his voice continued to keep the low growl, almost seeming pained, “I need to give her these… Beautiful… Flowers…” Where had he gotten that bouquet? Best not to ask…

They all raised an eyebrow at the man and shook their heads. Chris was sure that Wesker was going to slaughter him for that favour he had asked. Hey, it wasn’t his fault that he was too chicken to give those to Jill himself – And a bit too guilty at the thought if Amy found out.

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Finally the end of the day rolled around again. It couldn’t have come any sooner. Just about everyone had piled out of the room as soon as the clock had ticked to the wonderful time, but Rebecca, Jill and Chris were taking their time to pack up. Rebecca hurried a bit, perhaps wanting to leave quickly. She was probably going to see Billy afterwards, which would explain it.

In her haste, she accidentally let the bag slip from her hands. She mumbled a slight ‘whoops’ and quickly ducked down to scrap everything back into her bag, leaning her body forward to try and block view of most of the things.

Jill snorted, covering her mouth as Rebecca quickly zipped up her bag. She had gotten a quick glance at the contents.

“What’s so funny?” Rebecca asked innocently, looking up at her. Jill held onto the desk behind her to steady herself.

“Rebecca… Was that rope in your bag?”

“Why w---“ Rebecca began, hesitantly standing up before Jill interrupted again.

“The good quality stuff, too!” Jill said, her voice gaining pitch. She seemed both amused, in shock and ready to burst out laughing.

“Why would I have rope?!” Rebecca quickly finished her question. A blush formed over her cheeks as she slung the bag over her shoulder.

“Not just rope! Red rope! The smooth stuff that doesn’t hurt!” Jill went on, barely acknowledging what Rebecca has said. “The stuff that’s basically like silk!”

Rebecca gave a cross between a squeak and a squeal, fidgeting and looking around that room. Damn that Valentine!

“What does the colour of rope have to do with anything?!” Rebecca asked, “If, If I had rope.”

Chris had looked over, eyes wide. Was Jill really hinting at what he thought she was hinting at? There was no way lil’ Rebecca…

“Rebecca! Dammit girl, first I don’t pin you for the type to lose it before marriage, and now it comes to light that you’re into bondage, too!” Jill said, trying her best not to burst into laughter. It was just such a shock to the system she had no other way to react.

“Th… There’s nothing wrong with it!” Rebecca squealed desperately, “Jiiilll!!”

Jill wiped a tear away, gasping for air, “Okay, okay. I’m so sorry Becca… Oh, jesus…”

“Please… Don’t bring it up, please?” Rebecca asked, shifting on the spot.

Jill made the mouth zip gesture, “Alright, alright. Promise, I won’t. Unless you’ve got a leash and whip in there too.” She joked.

Rebecca looked towards the door, silent.

“Dear GOD that Coen is a lucky guy!” Chris said in just as much shock as Jill. Rebecca quickly left, feeling far too embarrassed. After much time of Chris and Jill laughing, the two managed to regain themselves.

“Ah, now I feel bad… I wasn’t making fun of the girl.” Jill said, holding her chest. It hurt from the laughter. Chris nodded.

“She’ll be over it. She’s not the type to hold grudges, just tell her one of your secrets or something if she seems iffy.” Chris said, taking awhile to answer – He had to gain his breath, too. “Well, the two must be a very happy couple.”

Jill seemed to slump slightly. A happy couple. She still envied Rebecca and Billy… “Must be,” She said quietly, “Well, I’ll be seeing you.” Chris could only manage a quick ‘goodbye’ before Jill was out the door.

She headed down the normal way, going around the back lot this time. Instead of going straight to her car, she sat down on the curb, sitting only to think. She closed her eyes and shook her head, with far too many thoughts in her head.

“You alright over there, Jill?”

She felt a jolt thought her body. She quickly opened her eyes and looked over to the exit. Chris, she should have known. She felt a shiver, reminded of how she felt earlier. She was a little more… Aware now, so was able to shake it off. She looked back to the ground.

“I need some time, Chris.” Jill stated, shaking his head. She continued to look down, her hands together, resting in her lap. Chris was quiet for a few moments, before speaking up.

“Time and Space?” He asked gently.

She unclasped her hands, fiddling with her fingers, seeming to take the question in. She took as much time as Chris had. “Just time.” She shifted slightly, leaving some space beside her. Chris offered a smile and sat down next to her. She gave an awkward one back in reply. She couldn’t describe how that simple gesture made her feel, just the fact that he seemed to want to support her. She felt so guilty about how she had acted in the file room…

“Is there anything I can do?” Chris asked quietly. Jill gave a slight nod.

“Just sit here with me, for a little. Can you do that?” She asked, “… Repay the favour?”

“I dunno, my doctor says if I spend anymore time sitting, he’s going to have to amputate my arse.”

She laughed loudly at the statement. Arse was just one of those words. “That’s the last thing you need amputated.” She said, rolling her eyes in a playful manner.

He moved a bit closer to her, his side right next to hers before slipping his arm around her waist again. She looked at him curiously for a moment, moving her hand to his that rested on her hip. She had all intention to push it away, but found she just let her hand rest over his.

A peaceful silence passed between the two, before Chris once more spoke up.

“How long do you want me to stay?” He asked.

“Just a little longer…” She said, growing used to the warmth he offered, “I can’t be that bad to sit with…”

“Jill…”

“Hm?”

“… Nothing, don’t worry about it.”

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Jill shook her head. There was just no way that she would be able to sleep tonight. She knew it. She pushed the covered off of her and stumbled out of the bed. She may not have been able to sleep, but that didn’t mean that her body wasn’t tired.

She took a quick glance at Gabriel’s cage sitting on the dresser. It was strange seeing him asleep. Quietly, she left the room, walking out to the lounge. She slumped down onto the couch, before lying down, trying to get comfy. Perhaps t was to be comfier than the bed.

It was comfy. But just like the bed, lacked the same feeling. She mumbled to herself, too awake now to fall back asleep anyway. She got up, considering what to do. After a few moments pause, she headed over to the edge of the room, and picked up the phone. She dialed a number she knew off by heart.

“Hey… Chris, feel like a movie night? I found some decent vampire movies the other day…” There was a small pause, to listen. A small smile followed. “Yeah, just don’t forget the butter popcorn is better than caramel.”

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A/N;

Corgis are my favourite breed of dogs *_*; Hopefully that explains Steve having so many XD I bet he’s a part time breeder X3

Warning though, next chapter will probably be a filler XD Cause I’m kinda… Out of ideas on some things ;_;!