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Partners	By : onionbelt Category: +M through R > Resident Evil Views: 5488 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil or any of its characters and make no money with this story. It's just for fun.

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Author's Note: This chapter contains massive spoilers for Resident Evil: Revelations.

A little over a year later, they're in what used to be the dining hall of the Queen Dido, and what used to be Jack Norman bleeds out on the floor.
Chris wants to put a couple of dozen rounds into the back of the fucker's head just to make sure they've finished the job, but they've got maybe six bullets between them after that fight and besides, he almost feels sorry for him. Norman was unquestionably complicit in one of the most destructive terrorist attacks in human history, but the man they saw, fought, and have now killed was a broken lunatic.
After beaming the first video on Norman's PDA back to BSAA headquarters, they unhook it from Norman's broadcast rig, then put their scuba gear back on and exfiltrate from the Queen Dido. By the time Kirk sees their signal flare and picks them back up, the BSAA's radio band is full of excited chatter and Morgan Lansdale's been arrested.
Jill conks out on Chris's shoulder the second they sit down in Kirk's helicopter, and she stays that way until they land. Kirk drops them at the Italian branch office, which is a closet with pretensions, and they're immediately bundled aboard a flight back to London for debriefing. Jill has already let it be known that she injected a vial of the T-Abyss vaccine while she was below decks on the Zenobia and she's been waltzing with Oozes all night, so she gets swept away to the medical lab by overeager biologists the moment the plane lands.
Chris, by comparison, gets a five-minute checkup, fresh bandages and a blood test. It's almost insulting.
He's freshly showered, wearing street clothes and reading a newspaper in the lounge outside the BSAA's medical wing when Clive O'Brian finds him. O'Brian's looked better, but neither of them are anywhere near a hundred percent, and on the best day of his life O'Brian looks like he got rained on about an hour ago.
"I'm sorry," O'Brian says. "I figured it was about time I said it."
"I didn't see it coming from you," Chris says. It's times like this he wishes he still smoked. He wants something to keep his hands busy. "Everyone in this business seems to have their own agenda, but you're the last guy I would've expected it from."
"That's part of why I did it." O'Brian's got his hands in his pockets and he sounds tired, rather than ashamed or defensive. They might as well be talking about a movie that he doesn't like. "I knew someone was dirty, but not who. Better to play the part of the slightly incompetent career bureaucrat for a while."
Chris nods. "What's the plan about Jessica?"
"I've had her access pulled. We'll get her." O'Brian laughs and rubs a hand through his hair. "Or you will, anyway."
Chris looks at him.
"I'm stepping down, Chris. That was the price I had to pay to get Lansdale off the board."
"You sure about this?"
"Yeah. This is a dirty job, and it's only going to get dirtier. You need someone in charge who you can trust, and that's not me anymore."
Chris nods. O'Brian holds out his hand, and Chris shakes it.
That's when Jill comes through the door, pulling on a light jacket. She's exhausted but has a determined expression on her face, and Chris knows when he sees it that the parts of this op that he wasn't around for were worse than he thought. Jill opens her mouth, notices O'Brian's there, and stops short.
"One of you two might consider stepping up to take my place," O'Brian says.
"You're leaving?" Jill asks.
"I'm sure I'll be around in some capacity," O'Brian says, "but this won't be the same BSAA in a week. This house will need someone military to keep it in line."
Chris and Jill share a look.
"I'm not really a command type," Jill says.
"Wesker's still out there," Chris says simultaneously.
O'Brian gets a tired grin. "Well. We'll see what ends up happening."
"Yeah," Jill says. "It's been a long couple of days. If you'll excuse us?" She takes Chris by the shoulder and half-drags him down the hall. Chris offers O'Brian an apologetic shrug and lets her do it, putting up just enough resistance to make it a visual joke, and O'Brian raises an eyebrow.

"It's tough to get old," Chris says, and comes into his bedroom with a TV tray in both hands.
Jill gives him a dirty look and sits up in his bed, the sheets falling to her waist. "Did I actually fall asleep in the shower?"
"Afraid so," Chris says, and sets down the tray. It's got bagels, cream cheese, coffee and orange juice on it, and Jill manages to wait until he's out of the way before she digs in. "I thought I was in for it, but I guess you were too tired."
"You're still in for it," Jill says with her mouth full. "The schedule's just changed."
She doesn't seem to notice that she's naked. Chris has known a few women who cover up reflexively, always grabbing for the sheets or a robe the moment they're done with sex or out of the shower, as if his seeing them nude outside of an appropriate context was embarrassing somehow. Jill has never had that problem. It's one of his favorite things about her.
It takes about twenty minutes and another pot of coffee for her to go over the details of what happened to her aboard the Queen Zenobia, both what she's told the BSAA and what she hasn't, and Chris can't help but feel guilty. He had a couple of his own close calls and he was there for the Malacoda and for the fight with the nearly indestructible thing that Jack Norman became, but Jill's reeling off near-death experiences by the half-dozen.
It's one of those things they'll never quite see eye to eye on; he is always going to want to be there to protect her and she is always going to resent that he thinks she needs protection. Right now, they seem to have silently agreed to not bring it up.
"We should do something for Parker," Jill says finally. "What do we know about his family?"
"I'll check his file the next time we're at the office. I'm sure they've already handled it, but yeah." Chris pours the last of the orange juice into his glass, then sets the empty tray on the floor next to the bed. "A college fund or something."
"You'd have gotten a kick out of him in the field. He liked to complain about everything, but he did it while he pulled his weight. He'd have been pretty good."
"Yeah. I think I'd have liked him if I'd known him better."
They're quiet for long enough that Chris decides to get up and take care of the breakfast dishes. Jill pulls on one of his T-shirts and follows him into the kitchenette a couple of minutes later.
"So you didn't want to be in charge either, huh?" Jill asks. She leans against the doorjamb and folds her arms under her breasts.
"It's not something I think I'd be good at. I'd be one of those COs who's always in the field, screwing up everyone else's objectives because I need to be where the action is." He scrapes off the plates and rinses them. "Besides, Wesker and Spencer are still out there. I'm not going to go drive a desk until they're off the board."
Jill's quiet. Chris glances at her and she's got an introspective look on her face, so he keeps cleaning the kitchen.
"What happens after we catch them?" she says, finally.
"Well, there's the trial. We'd probably have to track down and clean out a few bunkers and labs."
"No, that's not what I mean." Jill shakes her head. "Play along with me. Wesker and Spencer are both dead or in prison. They're never getting out. Wesker probably calls me over to his cell every couple of months to ask me about the lambs. What do we do then?"
Chris hesitates before answering. "I guess I assumed we'd keep doing what we do."
"We can't, though, not forever. We're not getting any younger, and it's not like the old days where we didn't trust anyone to get the job done without us. The BSAA's working out."
"Are you saying you want one of us to take O'Brian's job?"
"Not yet, at least. You're right. Wesker needs to be taken out and I want to be there when it happens."
He nods.
"But after that..." Jill trails off. "Do you ever think about starting a family?"
The question takes him off-guard, but then he gets it. "Hang on. So you want us to step up to the command level because you want to have a kid?"
"Someday, yeah. I mean, I'm already thirty."
Also, I nearly died about eighty times the day before yesterday. She doesn't have to say that part. They're both thinking it.
"A kid... with me," Chris says slowly.
She gives him a funny look. "Yes, with you."
"Wouldn't you want to get married first?"
"Are you proposing?"
"Do you... want me to propose?"
She laughs, like it's the funniest thing in the world.
"Seriously, I need a hint here."
Jill shakes her head. "Whatever we do, you're right. It should probably wait until after we take care of Wesker and Spencer. After that, though... I guess I wanted to see if you were thinking about the future."
"So I shouldn't have seen this coming?"
"No, I'm as bad as you are when it comes to the job. I've been just as focused on it. You're off the hook."
Chris looks relieved, and she comes over to give him a hug.
"Just try to keep it in mind, okay?" she asks. "There is life after this."
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