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Shattered Memories	By : FatalYaoi Category: +M through R > Resident Evil Views: 5096 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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.:Chapter 17:.

Awake

Voices swarmed in the dazed brunette's head and he was sincerely hoping they would stop. All of them were talking at once, overlapping and making it impossible to understand any of them. He couldn't move, feeling frozen to the spot though he was completely unaware of where that spot was. It was dark and the voices weren't helping his disorientation in the slightest. They all seemed to be calling out to him, some louder than others and he was able to recognize a few of them but to who they belonged to escaped him at the moment.

"I knew that would be your decision, pet."

"W-Wesker?"

Chris hadn't tried to speak before now but at the sound of the blonde's voice, the one that he recognized far easier than the rest, he couldn't simply let it go.

"Chris! Chris, it's alright. Can you hear me?"

"Claire, he'll be fine. Let him breathe."

"You don't know what that bastard could have done-"

"Wesker isn't here, Chris," it was Sheva's soothing voice, Chris heard it clearly and he wanted to tell the other voices to quiet down but he couldn't bring himself to. Instead, he allowed his eyes to open despite the bright light that began blinding him. He groaned and he heard soft gasps from the room.

"Where-"

"We're back at the B.S.A.A headquarters," Jill's voice spoke before Chris's vision returned and he was able to see the group of people around him.

He was in a hospital bed of sorts in the middle of a recovery room that was, indeed, at the headquarters. Jill and Claire were at his feet while Sheva stood beside him. Claire rushed to the other side but was quickly pulled out of the way by Jill as a doctor hurried into the room.

"B-But Wesker?"

"Gone," Sheva's voice answered as another light was shoved into his face and he was told to focus on something while it flashed back and forth in front of him.

"We can talk about that later. What matters is you're okay. He is okay, right doctor?" Claire's voice ended rather helplessly and Chris was finding it harder and harder to keep conscious with so much going on around him.

"As I've told you before, Miss Redfield, it was simply a mild sedative. He will be fully alert in several minutes but you must let him relax into his surroundings."

The doctor spoke from somewhere beside him but he was completely unable to see his face or who he was. His voice didn't sound familiar to him but that was the least of Chris's worries as his vision began blurring again.

Claire pushed the doctor aside, pulling out of Jill's grip, and stood beside Chris. Her hand found his as she smiled down at him. The right side of the brunette's lips formed a tired smile before he drifted back to sleep.

"If you don't keep your voice down, you'll wake him again. He needs his rest- god knows how long he's had to fight for his life or how much he's been tortured," Chris awoke to Jill's worried voice and the clear shiver he heard behind it.

"He's been out all day. I thought the doctor said it was a mild sedative!" Claire spoke sounding as if on the verge of tears and Chris could hear her pacing footsteps, causing him to smile. His sister was strong and, just like him, worried constantly; he'd forgotten how much he missed her.

"Like Jill said, we don't know what Wesker did to him," Sheva's voice, clearly trying to reason with the frantic redhead.

"Calm down, Claire. I'm alive, aren't I?" Despite how tired he was, Chris was still able to use his mocking older brother tone and, without even opening his eyes, he could practically see her smile.

"Chris!"

Chris opened his eyes and was relieved to see that everything was much clearer. He sat up, repositioning his aching body into a more comfortable position. Jill quickly tried to stop him but Sheva shot the blond a careful glance and she stopped, looking at him worriedly. Immediately he was showered with hugs by his sister, followed by Jill and even Sheva bent down to give him a one armed hug.

"You really scared us, you know," Claire said with a small smile.

"Does someone want to explain why I'm back at the B.S.A.A?" the brunet asked, looking at the three girls around him.

"We thought you might know, actually. We weren't here when you returned but we came as soon as we were told," Jill answered before adding quietly. "What did he do to you?"

"I don't want to talk about it," Chris muttered quickly, eyeing his blond partner. "I didn't expect-" He trailed off, looking around the rather empty room.

"We didn't expect to get a call saying you were unconscious and found in the infirmary," Claire said with a chuckle.

"And Wesker got away?" Chris asked carefully, eyeing the three of them.

"We aren't sure. The surveillance is strange- almost like it was clipped but the guards on watch claimed they didn't see anything. You need to stop worrying though, you're safe now."

Chris had never believed Jill less in his whole life.

A week after suddenly being discovered in the infirmary, Chris had realized they were no longer in Africa and Wesker had, somehow, gotten him all the way back to the United Kingdom. He wasn't given many quiet moments to think about the blond, his actions, or his decision. Chris had almost expected to wake up at the B.S.A.A but he hadn't expected Wesker to simply let him go.

The blond had claimed that he wouldn't let Chris go so easily.

And yet.

Chris was up and walking within a day or so of awakening but Claire, Sheva, and Jill were almost desperate to keep him in their sights. Jill played the motherly type, Claire the defender, and Sheva was the one who tried reasoning with the two when they decided to ignore Chris- which was often.

Sort of like now.

Chris and Jill were currently fighting about Chris's schedule while Sheva stood to the side with a bit of an unsure facial expression. Claire was currently back in the U.S, preparing Chris's old apartment for him to return but Chris just didn't want it.

"Jill, I'll be fine. I really don't need to take time off," Chris spoke, exasperation lacing his words. He was growing tired of being treated as if he was a delicate creature and this was just getting ridiculous.

"We don't know that for sure. Just take some time off, go back to the United States for a while. Just go home, Chris," Jill insisted.

"I know that I'm fine," Chris's words were stern and if it had been anyone besides Jill, they would have been the final word.

However-

"No you don't, Chris," Jill responded with a sigh as if Chris was being ridiculous for wanting to keep working with the B.S.A.A. Jill was pushing the brunet for a long, long vacation. Chris wasn't stupid.

"This isn't just about you," Chris mumbled, grabbing for his jacket that had been on the back of a chair which sat in front of a computer he had been working at moments before. "The whole B.S.A.A thinks something is wrong, don't they?"

"You can't blame them, Chris. You haven't spoken about what happened while you were imprisoned and you suddenly appear completely fine. The B.S.A.A are just a little-"

"A little what Sheva? Jill and I built this damn organization and now they are questioning my loyalty just because of Wesker. How could you even let them suggest something like that?" He asked, turning sharply to Jill.

"Chris-" she sighed and he practically gaped at her.

"You can't be serious."

"It's not that I believe them! I've just- I've been in that situation. I know how it feels to not be in complete control of yourself," the blond reasoned, stepping up to the man as he was pulling on his jacket.

"You are all alive. That doesn't convince you that I'm not under his control? Lets not forget that I've been examined by several doctors, under your orders, and have been cleared by all of them," Chris was angry but his shouting was more desperate than livid.

"Chris, just take some time off. You've been acting strange the past several days and we just want to make sure-"

"I'm not just going to lay down in America while the rest of the B.S.A.A fights. I'm-"

"You need to rest," Sheva said softly.

"I'm fine!"

"You practically walked off a concussion! That isn't fine. If not for the B.S.A.A, do it for yourself, Chris."

Chris looked at the blond, his mouth open as if he were searching for words that could possibly explain just how disappointed he was in them. He looked to Sheva who still had the same melancholy facial expression and decided it best to turn back to Jill before speaking.

"One week. One goddamn week. That's all I'm taking."

"T-They don't think you should come back until we've captured or killed Wesker," Sheva said apprehensively, taking a step back as Chris turned back to her.

"Chris, until further notice, you're to remain in America. Take the time to visit with your sister a little more-"

"I can't believe you two are actually doing this," Chris muttered in disbelief.

"We don't have a choice! How are we suppose to do anything if every B.S.A.A member is doubting one of the two people they look up to?"

Chris wanted to say it, probably more than anything at this point. You're the one who was actually in his possession, why aren't they doubting you? He wanted it but the long years that it took to find her and the amount of worry and pain he went through, he knew it was best to keep quiet. His anger was beginning to get the best of him and instead of speaking, he simply turned on his heel and began towards the door.

"Chris, we believe you," Sheva said quickly as Chris grabbed the doorknob.

"No you don't."

And he left without bothering to look at the faces of his partners.

The brunet shifted in his airplane seat, his cheek resting on his fist as they took off. It was a small B.S.A.A plane which meant that he was the only passenger. There were several pilots and a single stewardess but they were all B.S.A.A agents in the end and he hadn't seen anyone since he'd left the facility several hours ago. The pilot had warned him that they would be taking off but said nothing else and sounded, if Chris was to be honest, rather nervous.

That probably explained the lack of service from the steward as well but Chris tried not to linger too long on the thought. He was more focused on his partners.

It was true, he hadn't told them or anyone else about his time with Wesker. How much could he say, exactly? They thought he was in terrible danger and, if it had been up to him, he wouldn't have left if given the chance. However, there was still the B.S.A.A and he clearly couldn't turn his back on them. The fact that he was simply back should be enough- right?

And neither of them acted as if they cared. Neither of them respected his wishes to keep quiet about his time with Wesker and ignored him on a regular basis. They treated him as if he was a source of information rather than their partner. The moment they felt it was safe, he had been bombarded with questions. Where did Wesker keep him What was Wesker planning? What did Wesker do to him? How was he still alive? How were any of them still alive?

It was ridiculous.

Chris sighed and shifted again, leaning back comfortably into the seat before crossing his legs, his left ankle resting on his right knee while it shook irritably. There was simply too much going on in his head and there wasn't a single person he could talk to about it. He was beyond restless and he actually longed to see Wesker but refused to admit it. In fact, he was actually a bit angry at the blond despite slightly agreeing with him. How could he simply just let him go like that? He wasn't exactly expecting Wesker to beg him to stay but he didn't fight at all. He just accepted it and did what he had to do. Was it really that easy for him? Was Chris truly that expendable?

The answer was obvious but Chris still tried to convince himself that he wasn't.

Once the plane had landed, Chris found Claire waiting for him patiently by her car. She was leaning against the black sedan, a smile planted on her face as he made his way over to the red-head. He had his bag slung over his shoulder and, despite the grin Claire was giving him, he couldn't manage a real smile back. He twisted his lips into a fake grin as he approached her, anyway.

"I'm glad to see you feeling better," she said, her arms going around him in a tight hug. He returned it half-heartedly and sighed as she took his bag.

"Yeah well-"

"Oh ignore them. I'm sure they'll come to their senses eventually. Jill is just being careful and the rest of the organization is just on high alert until Wesker is caught," she assured as she tossed the bag into the back seat. "But I don't believe for one moment that you're under any type of mind control or whatever they think you have."

"You don't?" Chris asked cautiously as he followed Claire into the car thus slipping into the passenger seat.

"Of course. You're my brother and I would know if you were being controlled by that maniac. I mean-" she secured her seatbelt and started the car. "-I know you don't want to talk about what happened while you were there, I understand that. It doesn't exactly make sense for them to jump directly to mind control. I mean, it's been a week and if he had injected you with anything or done anything then we would have known by now, right?"

Chris simply nodded with a mumbled response before leaning his elbow on the window sill. He rested his hand in his palm while he watched out the window, not really paying much attention to the long rolling fields of grass but, instead, to his sister's words.

"Your old car is still here and everything is where you left it," Claire said once they had reached his apartment.

Chris looked around the small place in awe as he had completely forgotten the size. It was tiny compared to his place in United Kingdom and it looked as if it was actually made for a single person, unlike his other apartment which could easily hold an entire squad. They were currently standing in the living room which had three full walls, a couch pushed to one side and a cheap television across from it. The kitchen overlooked the living room and was only able to fit several cupboards lined up above the stove and sink. The fridge was full sized but shoved into the corner of the kitchen to leave walking room. There was no dining room and the apartment only a single bathroom down the hall that was right across from the bedroom. The bedroom itself held a double bed, another cheap television, and a small closet that was currently empty.

"This place is a little depressing," Claire said as she looked around the lifeless living room.

"Now I know why the B.S.A.A wanted to keep paying rent on this place," Chris muttered as he tossed his bag onto the couch. "Just in case they decided to-"

"Chris, stop it. You know you aren't expendable to them. You built the place and you have more experience with Wesker than anyone in the organization. You know him better than anyone and that's what scares people," Claire spoke strongly causing Chris to smile a bit.

"How long do we get to visit before you have to go back to Terrasave?" Chris asked as he flopped onto the couch with a look of discomfort.

"Actually, I have to leave now. I'll be back later tonight if you-"

"No, it's fine. You can come by tomorrow if you have time. I'd rather spend time alone, tonight," he added at the worried look that appeared on Claire.

"I suppose after Jill and I have acted this past week, I can't really blame you-"

"You were worried, it's fine. I just can't believe the B.S.A.A agents are acting like this- even Jill and Sheva."

"Sheva has only known you for so long, Chris, and Jill has been in that situation. Look, I'm really sorry but I have to go. You know I'm on your side, don't you?" she asked as she hurried in front of him for a goodbye hug.

"Of course, Claire," he muttered as she bent down and wrapped her arms around him. He leaned up and hugged her back, thankful that he wasn't entirely alone. Someone still believed him and that someone just happen to be the most important person in his life.

"I love you," she called before closing the door behind her and locking it from the other side with a key given to her long ago.

And thus, he was left alone- again.

Sighing, he grabbed the remote from atop the couch cushion beside him and turned on the television, flipping to a random old show. He kicked off his combat shoes, which was a lot more difficult than it sounded, and pulled his feet up onto the soft beige couch. He shuffled down and comfortably laid his head on the arm rest. Chris was exhausted but far too restless to sleep.

That was his last thought before he fell asleep.

Waking up, it took him a long moment to remember where he was. He was back in his old room instead of the living room where he fell asleep in and was resting on his left side. He was still in his clothes and laying atop the comforter on the right side of the bed, his right arm sprawled out across the left side as if he was looking to hug something- or someone.

He frowned and sat up, looking at the empty spot beside him almost as if he expected someone to be there but it was empty with little to no indication that anyone had been there prior. Chris slid from the bed, removing his shirt and tossing it into the corner before leaving his room to enter the living room. The television was off and his shoes were still laying where he left them but something still felt strange.

Little did he know that the door was now unlocked, unlike it had been the previous night.
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