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Partners	By : onionbelt Category: +M through R > Resident Evil Views: 5488 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Why aren't you over there?" Sheva asks.
They're in Praia in Cape Verde, the closest city to the volcano where Wesker died, waiting for exfiltration.
"She doesn't want me to be," Chris says. He's sitting in the passenger bay of Josh's helicopter, tired and sore to the bone but too wired to sleep. He's probably got a few thousand dollars of dental work waiting to be done, he's bruised and nursing contusions from one end of his body to the other, and it's all completely irrelevant. Every punch and stab and gunshot that Chris landed on Wesker, every incremental bit of payback for the last ten and a half years, was accompanied by a jolt of adrenaline that could've launched a space shuttle. He's still riding that down.
Jill got out of the chopper the moment it was on the ground and is standing at the edge of the helipad, looking out at the ocean. It's as far away as she can get from them without jumping into the sea.
She's changed some. For one thing, she's about five inches taller, although some of that's the heels on her suit, and she holds herself differently. That much makes sense to Chris, since he saw what Jill could do while Wesker had her dosed up on P30. Even with Chris's bare-minimum knowledge of biology, it's not hard to imagine the adjustment process, going from an ordinary woman to the wrecking ball they'd fought in the ruins.
"You haven't said two words to her since Wesker died. How can you know that?"
"We were partners for most of ten years, Sheva," Chris says. "I know Jill like I know myself."
"You're sure?"
"I am."
Sheva nods. Her neck's bruised from Wesker's fingers and she's walking with a limp, but she came out of this better than he did.
"You did great back there, by the way," Chris says. "How's it feel to save the world?"
"I don't think that's really sunk in yet. Mostly I'm waiting for it to be okay to relax."
"Yeah. That'll happen eventually."
"Listen to you. How many times have you saved the world, Mr. Redfield?"
He chuckles. "I don't know. Maybe twice. Depends on what Alexia was going to do next."
Jill turns around and makes eye contact with him, then turns back towards the water. Chris's mood turns dark, and despite what he just said, he's about to stand up and go over to her.
Josh gets up from the pilot's seat and comes into the passenger area. "They're ten minutes out."
Chris shakes his head. "Right. Thanks, Josh."
Josh tracks his line of sight over to Jill, then grins at him. "She's as tough as they said. You should have seen her back at the facility."
"Yeah?"
"Like a hurricane, my friend. Nothing was going to stop her."
"She saved our lives with that message," Sheva says. "And the world, too."
"Yeah," Chris says. "She'll do that."

"It's not your fault," Chris says.
He hands Jill a cup of coffee and sits down next to her.
The window in front of them affords them a scenic view of maybe three hundred yards of pure, clean concrete. The BSAA's anti-outbreak protocols are stringent to the point of paranoia, with no plants or landscaping allowed within half a mile of a lab building, which often means their facilities are a little depressing. This one, tucked into an isolated corner in the outskirts of Casablanca, certainly is.
"Don't blame yourself for what you did," Chris says. "It was all Wesker. I know that. Okay?"
She turns back to the window. One of the side effects of Wesker's experiments was that she's lost most of her natural pigmentation, and she didn't have that much to start with. Jill looks pale, withdrawn, and much younger somehow. It's hard not to treat her with kid gloves.
"You know," she says quietly, "I knew Wesker hated us, but he always covered it pretty well. Like he was too good to show any emotion other than amusement."
"Yeah."
"I didn't realize just how much he hated us until I woke up after the fall."
"You don't have to talk about this if you don't--"
"No. No, I need to get this out, and I'm sure as hell not talking about this to some random shrink." Jill clutches the coffee in both hands. "He never touched me. I think that's important to tell you."
Chris doesn't say anything. He's used to this kind of anger, where it's after the fact and the person who he'd like to go after is long gone. He's even used to having it towards Wesker, from those five months when he'd thought the bastard was dead.
"I think he got a lot more out of making me do his dirty work for him," Jill says. "Corporate espionage, a couple of assassinations. He had me steal a Matisse for him just to see if I could. If he gave me an order, I obeyed it, and sometimes, if I forgot why I was doing something, it was... almost fun. It was a new challenge." She looks sideways at him without raising her head. "They said you went berserk," Jill says.
"Yeah. I did. For a long time."
"I figured you'd be the one who found me." She's folded in on herself, her arms tight against her torso and her legs together. He wants to reach out to her, but a lot of her body language is still the same, and right now it says hands off. "Wesker always had you under surveillance, just to make sure he knew where you were."
Chris keeps quiet. It's difficult.
"That meant I knew you were still out there. Probably not okay, but at least alive, and that meant sooner or later you'd find him, and me. I couldn't do much besides hope, but at least I had that."
"I got intel that you were alive." His voice is thick. "I couldn't die until I knew what had happened to you."
Jill nods.
"They want to keep you under quarantine for a while. Wesker's files on you had a lot to say."
"I know. I get that." Jill makes eye contact with him for the first time since he sat down. "Don't wait for me."
He opens his mouth, but has nothing to say.
"I need time, Chris. I need to rebuild." Jill holds out both arms, indicating herself. "This isn't even my body, not as I remember it. Just... do whatever you have to do. Live." Saying this is killing her, but she doesn't stop. "I can't be with anyone right now. Not even you."
"That wasn't what I came here for." Chris puts out his hand. "I just want to know that you're okay."
"I'm not," Jill puts her hand in his, "but I'm better than I was."
"Then that's enough."
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