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I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN: Long time no see. This took way longer than I had hoped. I guess life is really kicking my ass right now, so apologies. I really appreciate all the support from everyone who reads/comments/likes my story. It really helps with motivation when I feel like my writing is awful. I hope you all enjoy this chapter! I'm hoping that now that we're moving on to the actual game story line that it will be easier to get chapters out now that I don't have to rely fully on my imagination. It's lacking right now lol. Enjoy!

Chapter 19:

-2004-

“You'd think you and I would have learned our lesson by now.” 

“Just help me get down, you lunatic.” You grumbled once you could look at her properly, as you were finally done spinning in uncontrollable circles.

Ada couldn't keep her composure any longer and let out an amused laugh at your predicament. She tried a few times to stop and regain her breathing, successfully doing so before she looked back up at you, only to begin laughing harder once more when she caught your unamused glare. 

She couldn't take you seriously when you were hanging upside down by your left leg from a beam, struggling to get yourself free from the tangle of wire as you growled at yourself over your failure. Your growling was turned to aim at her when she had made no move to help you down and her laughter showed no sign of slowing down.

“Ada, my love. Please stop laughing and get me down from here.” You said as sweetly as possible through your irritation. You were becoming more and more lightheaded the longer you were stuck up there and your leg was going numb from holding all your weight.

Ada had to brace her hands against her knees to stop herself from falling over due to her laughter throwing her off balance. She stood to full height as her laughter slowed down to a stop, looking at you with fondness and love in her expression.

“Of course, my love.” She moves to help carefully untangle you. “You know, maybe it's time you give up on the grappling hook. It's only ever caused you pain and embarrassment.”

“True, but it also brings you amusement.” You pointed out. Ada nodded in agreement.

“Definitely. But I don't want to see you get hurt, dear. Plus, it's been six years. It's just not meant to be if you haven't got the hang of it by now.” Ada said as she finally untangled you. She quickly caught you as you fell, placing you gently on the ground and holding you steady as you tried to get over the dizziness that nearly made you tumble to the floor of the abandoned warehouse building you both chose to practice in.

You huffed in disappointment. “But I don't want to give it up. It's cool.”

Ada smirked. “Only when you can actually use it correctly.” You playfully shoved her away from you in response to her teasing.

“Well, apparently not everyone can be as cool as you.”

Ada shook her head in amusement as she wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you in close. “Oh hush. You are cool. Just in your own, unique, way that others may not fully understand.” She cooed.

You raised a brow, unimpressed with her teasing attempt to “comfort” your bruised ego. But, you couldn't resist her soft smile and beautiful brown eyes for long. 

Your face broke into a smile and you gave up on being fake angry with her. “Fine. I give up. Clearly the only people that can use grappling hooks are you and Batman.”

“Does Batman use grappling hooks?” Ada questioned, having no knowledge on comic book superheroes.

You shrugged. “How else does he get on top of those tall ass buildings to stare out into Gotham City and brood?”

“The elevator?” Ada sassed.

The mental image you conjured up of Bruce Wayne dressed up as Batman trying to ride an elevator to the top without being seen by civilians makes you let out a cackle. Ada looked as proud as she always did to get that reaction out of you from her stupid jokes.

“So, I was thinking.” Ada started, still holding you in her embrace. “Maybe we can take a break from work for a while. Have a little vacation for a few weeks and just enjoy each other's company.”

You looked back up at her with surprise. “Ada Wong, the most workaholic person I have ever known, wants to take a break from work?” 

Ada raised a brow and squeezed your waist tighter with a smirk. “Is that not what I just said? Do we need to get your hearing checked?” She said as she lightly flicked your ear.

You swatted her hand away with a fake glare. “Well excuse me for being skeptical. Any breaks that we've had over the last six years were the result of me whining and begging you to submit due to sheer annoyance.”

“I was never annoyed with you. I just like to play hard to get.” 

You looked at her in mock confusion. “Hmm, you weren't that hard for me to get.”

“But if anyone asks, I was. I have a reputation to uphold here.” Ada teased. She playfully booped your nose just to see it scrunch up in reaction. Her smile widened as your brows furrowed in slight irritation from the gesture. “So… is that vacation a no?”

You quickly shake your head. “No! Not a no. I wouldn't mind taking a breather. Any place you have in mind?”

Ada shrugged with a smug smirk. “I have an idea or two. But it's a surprise.” 

You had a love/hate relationship with surprises. Under normal circumstances, you hated not knowing what “surprise” someone thought up involving you. But with Ada, you tend to love whatever surprise she had for you. She never did anything that would make you uncomfortable and always took note of whatever interested you and kept them in mind for said surprises in the future. 

“Hmm, alright. Knowing you, I wouldn't hate it.” You accepted.

Ada goes to respond when a voice from behind you interrupted, making her freeze for a moment as she looked over your shoulder.

“So this is what you have been up to these last six years, Ada. Playing house.”

You quickly turned to face the intruder as Ada moved to subtly stand slightly between you and the unknown man. He looked vaguely familiar. But you couldn't quite put a finger on it.

Though judging by the way Ada was immediately on guard, you could easily assume the stranger was bad news.

“I quite honestly never pegged you as the type to settle down. You always seemed to prefer to be constantly on the move.” The man said.

You observed him as he walked closer to the two of you. His demeanor screamed professional and dangerous. The type of guy with a no nonsense and straight to business attitude. He seemed completely unbothered by your presence, or by the gun in your hand that you took out and had pointed at him as you moved to stand by Ada. So she wouldn't be in the crossfire.

The man had blonde, slicked back hair and pale skin. His age seemed to be around his thirties or forties from what you could tell. He wore dark, professional clothing and donned a pair of sunglasses that covered the color of his eyes. 

The sunglasses kind of reminded you of when Ada had worn hers back in Raccoon City, as they were completely pointless in the dimmed lighting of the warehouse you and Ada had deemed appropriate for training.

“Yeah, well, I'm full of surprises.” Ada purred dryly. Her guard was up. Her mask on. Unbothered. Toeing the line between professional and flirty. She nudged you slightly, her way of telling you to put your gun down. You listened, trusting her to know how best to handle the situation.

“I'm fully aware. Don't think I have forgotten that you had backed out of our deal, Ada. You're lucky I have more important things to concern myself with other than wanting you and your little girlfriend dead.” The man said. 

Oh. 

You should have known.

This was Albert Wesker. That's why he looked familiar. You had seen a picture of him six years ago when you were snooping through files just before Raccoon city fell. You also, very clearly, remembered that this man had wanted you dead and for Ada to do the job. You wondered if that was still the case, but decided to keep your mouth shut for the time being.

“Why are you here?” Ada questioned, wanting nothing more than to get you away from the man. But, she had to engage in conversation with him. She already knew that fighting your way out of this would be pointless and needlessly dangerous for the both of you. 

She could handle this without endangering you.

“Business. I have a job for you. One that requires your particular skill set. Despite your previous failure,” Even with his sunglasses on, you could tell from his tone alone that he was giving you the side eye. “I am willing to give you another chance. And you will be paid, of course.”

Ada raised a brow as she swayed closer to shield you once more. 

“That doesn't sound like you. Giving people second chances.” She skeptically stated. Though, it sounded almost like playful teasing with her mask on. You saw right through it.

“You're not the only one who is full of surprises.” Wesker deadpanned. He seemed bored of the entire conversation.

She smirked. “And if I refuse?” Ada seemed to already know the answer to this question, but asked it anyway.

“Simple. I will kill your little girlfriend here.” He pointed toward you, before turning back to Ada. “And then I will kill you. But you already knew this. Don't waste my time with idiotic questions. Now, what will it be?”

You didn't really like being so casually threatened. But you stayed silent.

Ada glanced back at you, who was quiet throughout the conversation, debating. While you felt you both could take him in a fight, you still had to consider the alternative. 

Umbrella wasn't at all as powerful or influential as it was six years ago. Both you and Ada had a part in that downfall. You had a feeling Wesker knew this. Was he even a part of Umbrella still? Neither of you knew for sure.

But you had to assume that he still has some influence in whatever he was a part of. Meaning he had numbers. Meaning he had back up. Of course he has back up, he's not an idiot. You likely wouldn't make it out alive if Ada refused and tried to fight him off. 

All the more reason to accept his threat/offer.

You gave her a single nod, knowing she had a similar thought process as you. She knew the best way out of this situation. She knew him better. Yet she still paused for your input, making a warm feeling pool in your chest at the fact she cared about how you felt in the situation. You forced yourself to brush it off.

Now is not the time to get distracted by the love of your girlfriend.

Ada turned to face Wesker. “We're a package deal. I won't go anywhere without her.” She said, referring to you.

Wesker looked unimpressed, but accepted nonetheless. “Very well. The payment I have in mind is more than enough for two. But if she interferes with the missions in any way, you both will regret it.”

You didn't appreciate being bad-mouthed like you weren't even there in the room to listen. You spoke up for the first time since Wesker had made his presence known.

“Don't worry, I won't sabotage the mission.” You affirmed. You had a lot more unpleasant words you wanted to say in mind, but chose to not risk the situation turning into more of a problem.

Ada nodded in agreement. “I trust her more than anyone to help me get things done.” Her sincerity shone brightly through the mask she donned for Wesker. You weren't sure he even noticed, or cared to.

“Wonderful.” Wesker deadpanned. “Shall we discuss the details.”

—

You and Ada had to endure hours of debrief from Wesker. To sum it up, the mission was to take place in a village in Spain called Los Iluminados, where you were both to obtain an object called the Amber by someone named Luis. 

You've also both figured out that Wesker is part of the Organization Ada works for. And, by extension, you. The fact that for the last six years, Wesker knowingly and purposely spent the entire time staying out of your radar left you uneasy. If he wanted you dead before, why didn't he just kill you himself? He had the power.

Not knowing exactly what he was planning left you both feeling extremely uneasy. You only had educated guesses based on his past actions to go off of.

“Hey, you know everything is going to be fine, my love.” Ada voiced after you both searched the hotel room for hidden wire taps or anything that Wesker could use to spy on you with. It was clear. You could speak freely.

Her mask was off. The true Ada you know and love returned. Sincere and loving as always, worried about you and how you felt. She could sense your unease from a mile away and wanted nothing more than to comfort you.

You took off your jacket and tossed it on a lounge chair, before facing her fully. “I don't like it, Ada. I really don't.”

She nodded in agreement. “Believe me, I'm not a fan either.” 

“The fact that this entire time we have been together, Wesker knew and did nothing? It worries me.” You said.

“Well, we both suspected he was fully aware of everything. Why is it so surprising?”

“Suspecting and knowing for sure are two, very different, things. I had a small peace of mind when I was oblivious. Now I want to know what the hell he is planning.”

“The only person who knows Wesker is Wesker. Not even his closest 'friends’ know him well.” Ada said. She walked over to the loveseat placed in the very large hotel space. She sat down and encouraged you to sit right next to her.

“Still, six years and not a peep. No threats. Then suddenly he needs you.” You ranted as you sat beside her, on her right side.

“It could be a test. To see if I can be trustworthy.” Ada stated a possibility.

You paused, thinking for a moment. “He sees you as a means to an end. This mission is dangerous. It's very similar to Raccoon City. If you fail, if you die, he'll just send another.” 

Ada smirked, knowing you were right. It does seem like Wesker. “Sounds spot on, my love. He was saving all of his threats until we were needed for a suicide mission. He is sending all of his untrustworthy people first. If we die, which he could think is likely, then his problem will be solved.” She said to you as she placed an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to her.

You lay your head upon her shoulder with a sigh. “What if we don't die and we succeed in getting the Amber? Will he actually pay us or will he kill us?”

Ada paused. “I'm not entirely sure. Though, I am willing to bet that he won't just let us go without issue.”

“So, we won't hand it over?”

“We'll decide that when the time is right.” She shrugged.

“I don't know how I feel about going to this village. From what Wesker said, it's a little too similar to Raccoon City for my tastes.”

“I agree. But we won't be there for very long. Plus, we'll be right by each other's side throughout the whole thing. You have my back, I got yours, right?”

You nodded sincerely. “Of course. I've got you.”

Ada smiled, “And I've got you.” She pulled you even closer to her, if that was even possible. While you always felt safe in Ada's arms, she always felt the same way in your own. It was a mutual comfort.

You turned into a more comfortable position to return the hug properly as you both sat there in a comfortable silence.

“Guess that vacation will have to wait, huh?” You muttered quietly into her shoulder. She hummed with laughter as she held you tightly.

“Seems like it. Don't worry, I'll make it to you eventually.”

[spookymystery67]

Me, who is way behind on Baldurs Gate 3 caving to letting the Dream Visitor convince me to consume a tadpole for an ability out of curiosity: "Why do I feel like I fucked up?"

[spookymystery67]

I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN: Wow, I missed posting last week. I'm a loser. Sorry. Truthfully I was not fully in it last week, or this week for that matter. But I wanted something posted and it's freaking confession time so I persevered and did it! Whoo! This chapter is a tad bit shorter and I have never, ever written a scene like this before so it was an experience. Hopefully my reading experience didn't make it suck as bad. I'm trying. I really am lmao. Enjoy!

Chapter 18:

The next morning, you said your goodbyes to Jill as she had to leave to finish her mission while you had to make your way back to the hotel you and Ada were sharing. You were sad to leave your friend once again, and you could only hope that life will be kinder to her. Maybe you will run into each other again at some point in the future.

Maybe once Umbrella was gone for good.

You were nervous to walk through the door of the room you shared with Ada. You wanted to tell her how you felt, but your doubt and insecurities were going to make it ten times harder to do.

You took a deep breath and tried to ignore the negative thoughts, before doing the secret knock you and Ada came up with early on, as she has the only key to the room.

You listened for movement from inside as the door abruptly opened and Ada stood in front of you with a deadpan look on her face.

“Y/n. How was your little sleepover?” She asked, tone nonchalant as she walked away, back facing you. You could tell from the way her shoulders have tensed that she was bothered by something.

“Uh, it was good. It was nice catching up with her after so long.” You said as you walked into the room, keeping your eyes on her as you shut and re-locked the door behind you.

Ada huffed as she sorted and packed her things in her duffle bag. “I'm glad you had fun. Start packing your things. We're heading out soon.” She aggressively shoved a dress into her bag.

You hesitated. “Are- are you okay?” 

“Fine.” Ada dismissed.

You hummed, watching her as she was still turned away from you. “You know, we talked about you last night.”

“Did you now?” Ada drawled, uninterested in whatever you and Jill talked about.

You took a slow, hesitant step forward. “Yeah. She brought something to my attention. Something about you.”

Ada paused before slowly turning to face you, arms crossed, hip jutted to her right. “What about me?” She asked, ready to defend herself as she assumed the worst.

You took a deep breath and another hesitant step forward. “She told me you were jealous.”

She raised a brow. “Jealous?”

“Mhmm. Jealous.”

“Jealous of what?”

“Of her. Jealous of the way we interacted with each other.”

She huffed and rolled her eyes. “Right.”

You walked closer to her, now only a few feet apart. “You shouldn't be jealous of her. She's only a friend.” You said before she could speak.

“I'm your friend.” She snapped, arms still crossed as her frustration rose.

You can't help but smile, her feelings for you becoming more clear now that Jill had helped you open your eyes. “You are. And you know I can have more than one friend, right?”

Ada scoffed with an eye roll. “Uh huh.”

You decide to just tell her right now before she becomes more upset. “But… maybe me and you can be something more than just friends.”

Ada's face fell in shock, completely taken aback from the sudden turn in the conversation. “Y-you… I'm sorry. What?” 

Huh, she stuttered. It wasn’t often that you got Ada Wong to stutter.

You take a deep breath. “Look. I've never done this before so there is a good chance that I might embarass myself by saying this but, I like you, Ada. I really like you. And I think I have for a while now. I have always admired you. Even when we first met. The entire time we were in Raccoon City together I was trying to convince myself that I hated you, but I didn't. I don’t. I've always found it very hard to hate you.” You paused, looking down and away from Ada who just stared at you with a look you couldn't quite decipher. You quickly lost what courage you had started with when you couldn’t figure out what she was thinking. “But, um, if you don't feel the same way as I do then that's fine. Just figured I should let you… know.” You finished awkwardly.

From the corner of your eye you saw Ada take a slow step forward, as if she was afraid she would frighten you, before taking another more confident step. Then another, and another.

Once she was close enough, she reached her right hand down to take your chin in a gentle grasp with her pointer finger and thumb, carefully moving your head up to make eye contact with her.

She gave you a moment to allow you to pull away from her if you so choose, before her straight, unreadable, face broke into a warm, gentle smile that she has only ever shown to you.

“Can I kiss you, Y/n?” She asked, her warm smile and gentle grasp on your face still there as she patiently waited for your response.

You were dumbfounded, completely caught off guard, having not at all expected this outcome. Fully expecting to be denied. Not embraced.

Your cheeks flushed as you worked through the brain fuzz her touch caused, quickly nodding your consent. “Yes.”

Her smile widened before she slowly closed the space between the two of you. Her warm, glossed lips, connected with yours almost hesitantly in a slow, but affectionate kiss. Giving you time to get used to it. Used to her. She kept you in a weak hold in case you decided to pull away.

You responded to the hesitation by moving your arms around her to hug her waist, bringing her closer to you in encouragement. Wanting to show her you truly meant every word of your confession. 

You wanted to be more. You wanted to be with her.

She responded to the encouragement with eager, yet gentle, enthusiasm. The hand on your chin moved to be placed on the back of your head as her other hand came up to cup your cheek in her palm, urging you to be closer to her.

The kiss was pure bliss and felt like it lasted for hours, but in actuality it only lasted a few short minutes before you had to pull away. You both gasped for the air that you neglected during the moment you had both waited years for and thought would never happen. Ada looked at you with pure joy and admiration in her eyes that you returned, before she pulled you forward once more for a quick peck on the lips.

“So, that's what you and Jill talked about? Us?” Ada asked after a few moments, your face still held in her hands.

You nodded. “She helped me realize that you might feel the same way I do.”

Ada hummed as she leaned forward, resting her forehead against yours. “I might have to thank her whenever I see her again. She was right. I do like you. In fact, I might even go as far as to say that I love you, Y/n.”

You smiled wide as you laughed, face flushed with pure joy as you pulled your head back slightly to face her properly. “You just had to one up my confession, didn't you.” You teased her.

Ada shrugged with a grin. “I mean, you get full points for admitting it first and getting the ball rolling. But I didn't think you would admit your full feelings for me if I didn't do it first.”

Leave it to Ada to notice that you avoided the L-word for the word like. She was right. You didn't say it first because you didn't want to scare her off for good.

“You're right.” You admitted.

“As usual.” Ada teased, still hugging you close.

“Shut up and let me confess.” You playfully shoved her shoulder, before taking another breath. “I love you too, Ada.”

Her teasing smile softened as she pulled you in for another slow kiss, before pulling away and placing a short peck to your head.

“I’m glad you admitted it first. I had convinced myself you didn’t feel the same way and that it would never happen. Was just going to continue living in the friend zone for the rest of my life.” Ada said as you two separated, her dragging you to sit beside her on the edge of the bed.

“Funny. I was the same way. When Jill first brought it to my attention, I didn’t believe her.” You said as you grabbed her hand in yours.

Ada seemed surprised by your statement. “Why not? You’re smart, hilarious, and kind. Not to mention gorgeous. But I see you for more than just your looks. You’re the first person I’ve met in a while to accept me for me. You don’t try to change every part of who I am. You understand that not everything in this life is simply just black and white. You actually take the time to understand my thoughts and opinions in situations where we disagree.”

“You do the same. Like what happened with the files and Jill.” You pointed out.

She nodded, squeezing your hand. “The point is, you taking the time to have those conversations just proves that you care. That I’m not just a pretty face to you. That I actually mean something to someone. Something to you. It’s been a long time since I’ve had that. So, I love you, Y/n. I mean it.”

You nearly wanted to tear up from her words. The honesty and vulnerability she was showing you right now was something you never thought either of you would have with one another. The fact that she was comfortable enough with you to tell you this made your heart hurt in the best way. 

Instead of crying, you smiled, pulling her into an embrace that made you want to hold on tight and never let go. Ada immediately returned your embrace and held you with the same amount of strength that you held her in. Usually you could only stand hugs with people for a short amount of time. But with her, you would happily stay in her arms forever if she wanted you to. 

“And I love you, Ada.”

[spookymystery67]

I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN:Oh I hope this chapter is okay. I tried re-reading but my brain would not cooperate. This chapter is sort of a filler chapter of a girls night between Jill and reader, so no Ada appearance. But she does come up in conversation. Enjoy!

Tw: Not sure I have to add these anymore but talk of death, guilt, sex and relationships. I honestly forgot to add warnings so hopefully I didn't trigger anyone in previous chapters. We all know I'm bad at these by now, right?

Chapter 17:

“You’re kidding! That thing was still alive after all of that?” You questioned Jill in disbelief, taking a bite out of your second slice of pizza. 

Jill was currently telling you about all that went down for her after you had left the subway station. A large pizza was on the coffee table in front of you as you both sat side by side on the couch of the hotel room, TV mindlessly playing some random, B-list movie in the background that neither of you were paying much attention to.

“Yup. And then the fucker knocked the train off the rails and ended up killing all of the other survivors in the process.” Sadness flashed across her eyes before quickly being replaced with anger. “Well, all except for Nicholai.” Jill said before she violently bit into her slice of pizza.

You tried to think back three years to remember who Nicholai was. “That weird, creepy, Russian dude that was all about self preservation?” 

“That’s the one. He blocked the exit and ran off. Not that I really blamed him for it.” Jill trailed off.

“But he could have been less of a dick about it.” You finished for her, attempting a joke to lighten the mood and take her mind off of the guilt she was feeling.

Jill smiled weakly. “Right. And he could have let some of the other survivors leave…”

You put your slice back down onto your plate on the coffee table, before reaching across the couch to place a comforting hand on her shoulder. “The train derailed, Jill. It’s a miracle you even lived. It’s not your fault. Don’t blame yourself for what an Umbrella worker and creation did while trying to murder you.” 

Jill nodded, still looking unconvinced but wanting to move on. “Right. Anyway, I got out by helicopter with Carlos just before the city was blown up. The bastard ended up dead in the end.”

“Which one? Nicholai or the monster man?” You picked up your pizza once more.

Jill smirked slightly at the question. “Both.” You grinned.

“Nice.” You high fived her and took another bite. In your opinion, both of them got what was coming to them in the end.

Jill sighed as she took another bite. “What about you? What happened after you left? Did you find your friends?”

The question was innocent enough, but still made your heart clench in pain. You suddenly lost your appetite and put down the rest of your pizza slice.

“Um, well, sort of.” 

Jill gasped. “Oh no. Don’t tell me they were infected.”

You almost sort of wished they had been. But would it have been any better than the fates that did befall them? 

No. It would have been worse. Way worse.

“No, they weren’t infected.” You sighed as you leaned your back against the arm of the couch while you tucked feet under you, staring vacantly at the television. “I did find them. I found Katherine locked away in Irons office and Ben in a cell. I was about to get Ben out, but Irons found us. Held me at gunpoint and locked me up with Ben before forcefully taking Katherine with him…” You trailed off.

This was the subject of your nightmares. Nearly nightly you had bad dreams of Raccoon City. Not of all the zombies or the other freaky mutations you saw, but of what had happened to your friends. This has made your sleep schedule nearly non-existent and caffeine consumption go through the roof. You had relied a little too heavily on sleeping pills for a good while before Ada made you stop and get your shit together. Her current goal was to get you to lay off the coffee, but that was far easier said than done.

“Y/n?” Jill regained your attention and you reluctantly continued.

“Well, there was another monster. One that was kind of similar to the monster that was after you, but not the exact one. It was very adamant on killing every survivor, not just people from STARS. It, uh, it got Ben, before we could get out.” You stuttered.

“How did you get out of the cell?” She asked.

“There was this police officer there as well. New guy named Leon. And very soon after the monster killed Ben, Ada made an appearance.”

“You met Ada in a jail cell?” Jill seemed somewhat amused by that.

“Yes. She was posing as an FBI agent. Anyway, long story short, I got out of the cell and tried to get to Katherine, who was being held in the orphanage by Irons.” You paused. “But I was also too late to save her.”

Jill covered her mouth in shock. “Irons killed her? Oh, god. I’m so sorry, Y/n.” 

You shrugged, wiping away a stray tear that fell. “It is what it is.”

“You don’t feel responsible for it, do you?”

“I mean, I sort of do. I feel like I could have done something differently. That I could have saved them.” You admitted.

“It wasn’t your fault, Y/n.” Jill firmly stated.

You nodded. “And logically I know that. I know everything was completely out of my control and that I’m not to blame for this. Yet I still can’t help it. I still feel guilty.” You paused. “I…still miss my friends.”

Jill looked at you with a look of empathy and understanding, mulling over words in her head before speaking up once more. “I understand how you feel, to a certain extent. I have had people I care about die under my watch and wonder what I could have done differently. Friends in that mansion. The people on that train. Hell, you were there when Brad died.”

“That wasn’t on you.” You interrupted.

Jill shook her head. “The point is, I get it. I go through that guilt and the nightmares and the what ifs on the daily. You have to be careful and not let it eat away at you, because eventually, it will consume you.” 

“Hmm, any suggestions on how I don’t let that happen?”

“Having people in your corner to get you through it helps. My friend, Chris, has been a tremendous help to me.” She paused. “And your friend Ada, I think, will be a big help to you.”

You looked at her and nodded. “She has been a great friend these last few years. Helps me get out of my head on bad days…” You trailed off, thinking about how you both have helped each other through those bad days.

Ada never liked to admit when things affected her. It took her a long time to come to terms with the fact that what she saw in Raccoon City had really messed with her too. She had nightmares on occasion. It was something you realized when you both stumbled upon each other in the kitchen for a cup of coffee in the dead of night for the sixth time in one month. It took a while for you to convince Ada to talk about it, just as she had done for you. Eventually, you had both become a regular comfort to one another.

“Speaking of Ada, are you sure there isn’t something more going on there?” Jill asked, changing the subject.

You startled from the sudden change of subject. “Hmm? I’m sure. I’d know if we were dating.”

Jill huffed an amused laugh and smirked. “You wouldn’t necessarily have to be dating. It could be something… casual.” 

Your brows furrow. “Casual? What do you mean?”

She laughed harder this time. “Do I have to spell it out for you, Y/n? Casual sex. A friend with benefits, that type of thing. It’s not as uncommon as you might think.”

You are extremely confused and flustered by this turn of conversation. “Ha. Yeah, I don’t think I am a ‘friend with benefits’ type of person, Jill. Why do you ask, anyway?”

“I don’t know. You two seem really close is all. I could sense some tension back at the charity event. And it felt like Ada was ready to slit my throat the moment I got a little too close to you.” Jill studied your confused face. “She was jealous. Couldn’t you tell?”

“Jealous? Jealous of what?”

“Of me. Of the way we interacted. She only relaxed briefly when she had your full attention. You really didn’t notice?” 

Now that you think about it, you did notice she was very off tonight. Her flirting was a little over the top and her careless demeanor was a little too forced to be genuine. But you hadn’t assumed that her behavior was because of jealousy. Especially over you.

“Jealous?” You questioned again in disbelief.

Jill nodded seriously, before turning her attention to another slice of cool pizza. “Jealous. She clearly has some sort of feelings for you.” 

Ada? Had feelings for you? You weren’t entirely convinced. Yes, you cared for each other. And you had definitely developed more of a crush on her over the years, though that was a thought you never entertained due to feeling that nothing would ever come of it.  Why potentially ruin a good thing with your one sided feelings?

“I don’t think she likes me that way.” You finally said, not wanting to acknowledge the hurt you felt from that statement. It would never be.

Now it was Jill’s turn to look at you in disbelief. “And why not? You’re gorgeous, clever, and badass all in one package. Not to mention you are one of the kindest people I have met and, in my opinion, you are extremely easy to get along with. Hell, I would go for you if only I had the chance to get to know you a little longer.” 

The seriousness of that statement baffled you. You believed nothing of what she just said about you. Badass? You could barely climb a set of stairs with full confidence that you won’t trip. The fact you survived this long was by pure luck, and Ada. You would have been arrested or murdered by now without her. 

“Hmm, guess you dodged a bullet.” You joked weakly. Jill’s look of disbelief turned into one of frustration. 

“Who hurt you? Seriously, I don’t condone thoughtless murder, but give me a name and it’s done.” You snorted as she put her pizza down and scooted a little closer to you, placing a hand on your arm to gain your full attention. “Y/n, everything I said was true. I’m not pulling your leg. You’re awesome and Ada likes you. It was clear as day to me the moment I stepped foot into that room. And the only reason I’m not kissing you right now is because I respect the woman and her feelings. Even though I don’t know her, or you that well I suppose, I know you two would be great together. You are great together. Great for each other.” Jill ranted, looking you straight in the eye the entire time.

You hesitated, “You really think she would be with me if I asked?”

“I know she will.“ Jill’s smile widened. “And if she won’t, I will.” She joked, making you roar a laugh.

“Shut up.” You grabbed a pillow from behind you and weakly whacked her with it. She laughed and yanked it from your hands, hitting you with it just as gently before tossing it away.

“Now, when you get back to her, I want you to promise me that you will confess your feelings. I’m serious. I don’t want you both pining for each other for another three years. You deserve happiness, Y/n.” Jill said, pointing at you with a stern expression.

You’ve never liked someone as much as you liked Ada before. You have never admitted to having feelings to anyone either. I mean, what could go wrong? You could only be ruthlessly turned down and have to live with the embarrassment for the rest of your life, never to be able to admit your feelings to anyone ever again.

You nodded. “Right, yeah. I’ll do it. I just hope you’re right.”

“Oh I know I am.”

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I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN: My procrastination is honestly getting out of hand. Past me really screws present me over. I finished most of this chapter today, so hopefully it's alright and you all enjoy it!

Chapter 16:

“Jill?” You couldn't believe your eyes. Her hair was slightly longer but you recognized her instantly. You hadn't seen or heard anything about her for so long, you had assumed the worst. What are the odds that she would be here?

“Y/n?” Jill was just as shocked to see you as you were her. She looked out into the hall behind her before walking fully into the room and shutting the door behind her. “Oh my god, I thought you were dead.” Jill told you as she lowered the gun in her hand and walked toward you.

“I had thought the same about you. I hadn’t been able to find anything confirming whether or not you made it out of the city. I assumed the worst happened.” You told her as you pulled her in for a quick hug. When you pulled away, you examined her and noticed she was donned in combat gear that was clearly made specifically for her. 

“Oh, it did. A lot happened after we parted ways. But that’s a story for another time. What are you doing here?” She looked over and noticed Ada. “And who’s she?”

You glanced over to Ada and noticed the raised brow and guarded look on her face. She knew of Jill, you having shared all that had happened in Raccoon City before you two met in that jail when she was posing as an FBI agent. How you and Jill helped each other get through and survive those dangers that would have likely killed you had you been alone.

“Ada.” Ada deadpanned, going back to rummaging through the file cabinet. You rolled your eyes, unimpressed with her behavior. But you knew how she could be around strangers. Not to mention that you were both currently on a mission. In her mind, you had no time for pleasantries.

“Pleasure.” Jill snarked. You snorted and turned back to Jill.

“What are you doing here?” You questioned, glancing to the door to confirm it was locked.

“I asked you first.” Jill said as she glanced at Ada from the corner of her eye.

“Uh…” You didn’t know how to tell her you're currently on a mission to steal confidential files from Umbrella. You had no idea how she would take it. You looked to Ada for help as she grabbed a briefcase from the desk, dumped out whatever was in it, and placed the files she found into the case before shutting it. 

She looked up at you and shrugged carelessly. “Don’t look at me. She’s your friend. You explain.” She crossed her arms and leaned against the desk, an evil smirk appeared on her face as she watched you stutter. She’s leaving the decision up to you on whether you tell Jill the truth or not.

“Wow. Thanks, Ada.” You glared slightly, making her smirk widen more.

“It wouldn’t happen to involve confidential files detailing every single one of Umbrella’s secret locations, would it?” Jill asked, staring intently at the briefcase resting on the desk, guarded by Ada.

You hesitated. “...Maybe. Don’t tell me you're here for it too.”

“I am. As helpful as that hard drive you gave me was, it wasn’t enough to take down Umbrella. As you have probably already guessed by now, considering they are still up and running.” Jill paused. “I have to ask. You’re not working for them, are you?”

You shook your head. “No. Of course not.” You firmly stated, sort of offended she would even suggest you would work for those monsters.

Technically, it was true. You weren’t working for Umbrella. While you and Ada did take the occasional job from Umbrella here and there, you tended to only go through with the ones that wouldn't end with world domination. Ada and you always went against the jobs you felt were going to result in a lot of deaths. Especially another Raccoon City incident. 

Ada and you had your fair share of arguments over that in the beginning of this partnership. She insisted on going where the money was best, no questions asked. You had disagreed, claiming that you didn’t want to have a part in so many lost lives. Again. She didn’t believe that the outbreak was your fault. Logically, you knew this. But you still felt that you should have done something different back then. That you could have warned more people before it got worse.

Could have. Should have.

It didn’t really take too much to convince Ada. Deep down you knew she had felt the same way you did. She didn’t want to be a part of another outbreak either.

For this particular mission, it hadn’t been decided on whether the information of the files would result poorly if put back into the hands of Umbrella. Umbrella didn’t want the only physical copy of their secret bases locations in the wrong hands. Or, in your opinion, the right ones. 

Jill noticed your offended expression. “I'm sorry. I had to ask. I didn't think you were. But if you're not here for the files because of Umbrella, then who are you here for?”

You glanced at Ada once again. You didn't really know. All you knew for sure was that you couldn't let the only hard copy of the secret locations be given back to the hand of Umbrella. 

Ada sighed and rolled her eyes. “The next best buyer.” She stated, clearly over this conversation. You wonder what has her so cranky, she's usually much more level headed during missions.

“What? You're a mercenary now, Y/n?” Jill questioned, face neutral. You can’t tell whether she disapproved or not.

You went to answer when Ada interrupted from her spot on the desk. “She is. A pretty damn good one too.” You look at her incredulously, baffled by the false praise.

“Shut up. I am not. You do most of the work.” You told her, arms crossed.

“But you’re a great helper. Amazing really. My job has never been easier.” Ada smirked as your face flushed from her words.

Jill looked between the two of you, confused. “Are you two together or something?” She asked, completely brushing over her previous question and catching you off guard.

You look up at her, startled. “What? No. What gave you that idea?”

She smiled and shook her head, amused. “No reason. Just sensing some tension is all.”

“Jealous?” Ada purred as she stood from her spot on the desk, taking a few short steps toward you with the briefcase in hand. You sputtered, brain malfunctioning from the turn this conversation took, and stepped away slightly as you struggled to maintain composure.

Jill laughed and shook her head. “Maybe a little. You know we still haven’t had that sleepover yet, Y/n.” She joked.

You shook your head in disbelief. “So you're just going to completely brush over the fact that I’m a mercenary now?”

Jill shrugged. “As long as you’re not working with Umbrella or causing a lot of people to lose their lives, I don’t mind. Although, I have to ask that you don’t take those files. They are important to my mission and I can’t let them get into the wrong hands.” She said, glancing between you and Ada.

“Hmm, you have an offer for me, Jill? Otherwise, it can’t happen.” Ada said as she carelessly studied her polished nails for any flaws.

Jill goes to argue when you interrupt. “Sorry, can you excuse us for a moment?” You motioned to Jill to wait a second before grabbing Ada’s arm and lightly dragging her to the opposite side of the small room in a futile attempt to get some privacy.

“Ada, we have to give her the files. “ You started.

“Oh come on. The buyer I have lined up is offering money and isn’t Umbrella. Why not give it to him and get paid for our troubles?” Ada questioned, irritation across her features.

“Because this is a step toward the right direction. For them to get Umbrella shut down once and for all. We don’t even know what this guy is going to do with the files.” 

“Leverage, as far as I’m aware. A way to get Umbrella under his thumb.”

“And that’s better?” You asked, causing Ada to grumble. “He’s just a power hungry asshole, he won’t do anything good with it. Give it to Jill, and she will put an end to it all.”

“Like she did with the hard drive you gave her?” Ada snarked.

“She took the step. And not everything about Umbrella was on that hard drive. She did what she could with what she had.” You defended.

“You would think it still would have made some noticeable impact in the last three years.” 

“Look, we have to give them to her.” Ada goes to argue but you cut her off. “Please.” You begged.

She stared at you, her hardened eyes softened after a long moment before she gave in with a sigh. “Fine. But I’m taking it out of your next paycheck.” Ada said and you nodded with a smile.

“Deal.” 

You and Ada walked back over to Jill, who had clearly been listening to the conversation the whole time. Ada grumpily handed over the briefcase to Jill.

“Thank you. Seriously, thank you.” Jill sighed in relief as she opened the case to go through the files.

“Everything you need in there?” You asked as Ada went back to leaning on the desk.

“Yup. Mission accomplished.” Jill joked.

“You’re welcome. Now we have to go. We’ve been here long enough.” Ada told you, urgency in her tone.

Jill nodded. “Agreed. How did you two get in here?”

“The vent.” You answered.

“Well the way I came has been cleared. I can lead you two out if you want. It will save you two the trouble of having to climb through the vent and get dustier.” Jill offered.

You brushed some of the lingering dust from your clothes as you looked to Ada for her input. “What do you think?”

“Oh, I have a chance to choose now?” Ada mocked, pointing to herself.

You rolled your eyes, a common occurrence around Ada, you realized. “Yes. Vent or hall?” 

“By all means, the hall is fine. You just won’t get to enjoy the view as much.” Ada smirked.

You groaned in exasperation, a blush on your cheeks, as you turned back to Jill.  “Lead the way, Jill.”

Jill smiled and grabbed her gun, holding it just in case. “Alright, let’s go.”

Jill managed to get both you and Ada out without gaining any attention from anyone in the building. Once you were all out, you walked into the forest, where the car you and Ada took on the mission was hiding from the main road.

“So, Y/n. I don’t have to report back on the mission until tomorrow. Do you want to go get a pizza and have that sleepover we talked about. We could catch each other up on what happened over the last three years.” Jill offered with a smile and glanced at Ada. “Ada can join too. I can imagine she has been a big part of your life for a while. I wouldn’t mind getting to know her too.” Jill sounded genuine. Despite how Ada had been acting, she really wanted your friend to come along.

Ada looked taken aback for a second, before putting her neutral face back on. “That’s nice of you to offer, but I think I will head back to my own place.” Ada told Jill before turning back to you. “You can go if you want, Y/n.” 

“Are you sure?” You asked. You wanted to go. But something about the way Ada had been acting tonight had you confused. What was up with her?

“I’m sure. Go catch up with your friend. Just call me later so I know that you’re still alive.” Ada gave you a strained smile, something only you noticed, before walking to the car and leaving you and Jill alone.

“Okay, now that you have approval from the boss, do you want cheese or pepperoni?” Jill asked with a grin.

You grinned back. “Supreme sounds good.”

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I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN: Another chapter! This one is kind of filler. A bit of a time skip and also a way for you all to get a feel of how the reader and Ada's relationship has progressed. Still don't have a set in stone plan as to how this will go but hopefully you all enjoy!

Chapter 15:

— 2001 (Three years after Raccoon City)

You staying and working with Ada turned out to be a more permanent situation than you both had expected. You had both grown fond of each other over the years and came to realize that you two working together benefited you both. She would keep you safe and away from people looking to kill you, and you would keep her from being somewhat lonely. It was a win-win.

The both of you, surprisingly, made a wonderful team. A very efficient one. Especially after the lessons Ada had given you, teaching you how to be a good spy. Funnily enough, Ada sort of hated being called a spy. But you felt it fit with certain aspects of the job she has. Sneaking around, pretending to be someone high up to get into places you should not be in, the outfits. 

Oh god, the outfits.

High heels have become more of a constant in your life than you would like, thanks to Ada. Despite your insistence that you will be perfectly okay, and better off, without them. She still insisted. She would be more lenient about your choice of footwear if it was a normal field mission. One involving more running and physical activity than the heels would allow for you and your weak legs. But if the mission involved, say, a fancy party with fancy attire, then she will physically force the shoes onto your feet if she had to.

It happened once or twice. She has trained in combat way more than you have. Has years of experience.

You never stood a chance.

Honestly, after a couple years of it you were fed up. Your feet hurt. No matter how much you break the shoes in and walk in the damn things, they always hurt. You still don’t know how Ada does it. She walked in heels with the grace of a ballerina and never tripped like you did. At this point, you were convinced she made you wear heels just to make herself look better. 

You huffed in annoyance as you stumbled and tripped over your own two feet for the tenth time that night as you attempted to catch up to the long legged woman ahead of you.

"I still don't get it. How can you walk in those so effortlessly? Let alone run around?” You asked her, having to refrain from taking your own shoes off and just run around the property barefoot.

It was tempting. Really tempting. Who cares what the rich people back at the party might think?

"Walk in what?" She turned to look up at you from the device in your hand. You frankly had no idea what it did. She usually handled the more complex tech. You can work a normal computer, not those state of the art spy gadgets.

"The heels. You always wear the most impractical shoes, and yet you act like you're just wearing sneakers. Meanwhile, I’m like Bambi on ice." You huffed. You are not pouting. 

Definitely not pouting.

“Wow, you managed to go a whole three years without bringing up my shoes again. I'm impressed.” She joked. You glared at her while she laughed in return.

"Practice. And a lot of natural skill." Ada said. She had a slight smile of amusement, a smile that she tended to have with you more often as of late, as she looked from her high heeled feet to yours. 

"I think you're nuts. Walking around in red dresses and high heels in all these dangerous situations. It is not comfortable." You complained.

"I'm used to it. Plus, you can really cause some damage with these bad boys." She jokingly high kicked in your direction, a sharp, high heeled foot a few inches away from your face. You lightly swat her foot away.

"Yeah, by potentially breaking an ankle." You joked back, lightly kicking at her other leg in response. The action nearly caused your ankle to roll and make you fall flat on your ass. She quickly reached out to steady you.

You stumbled and huffed once more. “I get it’s your thing, but why make me suffer with you?”

Ada smirked as she let go of your arms once she knew you were balanced. “Flats are a crime against fashion. I’m doing you a favor. Plus, you need more practice.” She went back to studying the small device in her hand as she looked at her surroundings, searching for something.

You raised a brow with arms crossed and grumbled. “You and your stupid fashion sense.” 

"Ha! Like you don't like my style." Ada did a little turn as she teased, smirking as your face flushed in response.

You will forever continue to deny that she makes you blush. No matter how obvious it was to her.

You hummed, acting indifferent. "Oh, I love your style. Very femme fatale. Total badass. And you manage to defy the laws of physics while doing it." 

"What do you mean?" She tilted her head in confusion, looking at you from the corner of her eye as she still fiddled with the device.

"For one, you somehow manage to sneak around in those shoes without alerting anyone you don't want to of your presence. That alone should be damn near impossible. Yet you still manage to do so without fail and continue to amaze me every single time." You admitted.

"Hmm, flattery. Do go on." She practically purred, slowly walking into your personal space.

You clear your throat, turning to glance away slightly to avoid eye contact. "And that little grappling hook you have should not physically be able to pull you off the ground, let alone let you swing and flip off from it.”

The grappling hook did confuse you. You used to think grappling hooks only worked in comic books. Yet she somehow still made it work. She had let you try it out once for the hell of it. Let’s just say that you nearly landed yourself, and Ada, in the hospital. 

She had actually thought that it was absolutely hilarious.

"Are you calling me fat?" She joked, bringing your attention back to the current conversation.

"Pfft, no. Just  that you’re out of this world in more ways than one." You lamely attempted to flirt,  before rolling your eyes and slapping your palm to your face in regret. 

Smooth. Real smooth.

She laughed as she stuck the small device shaped like a bracelet around her wrist. "That was so bad. Cute. But bad."

"I aim to please." You laughed off, masking your embarrassment. She could see right through you, of course.

"You would think with all the time you spend with me you would be better at flirting, Y/n." She teased.

"Now you're just being rude." You crossed your arms in mock offense.

"Awe, don't pout. Being bad at flirting is part of your charm. It's adorable, and oddly flattering." Ada smirked as you felt your cheeks flush once again at her compliment.

"Thanks." Was all you could think to say. Strangely enough, you were only bad at flirting with her. You could fake flirt like a boss to distract all your targets. She and you both knew this, but never chose to comment on it.

“You’re welcome. Now, the goods should be that way. Let’s get it and get out quickly. I’d rather not stick around here much longer.” Ada told you as she began to guide you in the direction she pointed.

“Here” was some sort of charity event being thrown by some rich guy, that you didn’t bother learning the name of, who was loved by most in the media due to his very generous donations to the unfortunate and the poor. That also included donations to those few who survived the Raccoon City incident. On paper, he sounded like a nice man. But of course, said rich man was corrupted and making deals with and against Umbrella behind closed doors. You weren’t even surprised at this point. Over the three years you and Ada have been working together, you found that pretty much everyone with money and power were involved under Umbrella’s very large, well, umbrella. So to speak.

“What did that thing even do?” You asked her, gesturing to the device around her wrist.

“It’s a tracker. A map, sort of. It helps tell me where the files are.” She explained as plainly as she could. You don’t even know if she could give you a more complex, scientific, explanation on how it works. You wouldn’t be surprised if she could.

Even after three years, you didn’t know much about her past before she had started her mercenary work. She claimed that it didn’t matter when you had asked. In her books, the girl before Ada Wong does not exist any longer. Why bring it up again?

You didn’t push for answers. If she didn’t want to talk about it or remember it, then that was her choice. You have no right to force it out of her. You could only theorize that she didn’t have a great childhood. You could relate to a certain degree. With parents that were overbearing yet somehow neglectful at the same time when it came to your choices and feelings on certain topics. Future career? Their choice. Hobbies? Their choice. Clothes you wear? Their choice. You felt more like a puppet to them than a child with the way they ignored your thoughts and feelings throughout your entire childhood.

But you didn’t want to think about it either. Nor did you want to think about all that you lost when Raccoon City went out with a boom. So you understood Ada to a certain extent. Why bring up painful memories? Just makes it all the more difficult to move on from them.

“Have you decided where you want these files to go?” You questioned. She had taken the job from an employee of Umbrella. Not Wesker, someone else.

Wesker had been MIA for three years now and neither you or Ada had heard from the man. None of you were complaining. Especially you. You were not eager to meet the man that had wanted you dead. But not hearing anything from Wesker in so long made you anxious. You knew he was plotting something. What? You didn’t know. Something evil, no doubt.

“Not yet. We can figure that out after we finish this mission.” Ada said. You nodded in agreement.

You took off your heels to make it easier to sneak as you were led back into the building and down the maze of halls, dodging and avoiding any security cameras that were in sight. As you walked deeper into the large building, you noticed that the halls were becoming more heavily secured. Ada quickly dragged you into an office room to avoid the person walking down the hall you were in.

“Alright, looks like the vents are the best way to go.” Ada said as she quickly got to work on opening the vent. As she did so, you moved the office chair to angle under the door handle to keep anybody from getting in. 

Ada got the vent unscrewed and quietly placed the cover on the ground and out of the way. She looked back at you as you kept an ear to the door to hear for any oncoming footsteps.

“Y/n. Come on.” Ada gestured you over. She climbed into the vent and you quickly ran across the room, put your shoes back on and climbed in behind her.

“It’s weirdly fun to climb through vents. I thought I’d hate it because it’s such a tight space, but it’s not as bad as I thought.” You muttered to Ada.

“Hmm, sure it’s not because of the view you always get?” Ada hummed as she briefly looked over her shoulder at you. 

You scoffed, blushing slightly at the implication. “Bold of you to assume I’m staring at your ass, Ada.”

Ada hummed innocently. “Never said you were staring at my ass. I thought you were staring at my shoes.” She smirked.

You huffed a short laugh. “Bullshit. I know what you were implying.”

“Are you saying I don’t look good from behind?” Ada questioned in mock offense, continuing to lead you forward.

“You fishing for compliments? I don’t think your ego needs it.” You joked.

“Humor me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, Ada, you have a nice backside.”

“Thank you. See, was that so hard?” Ada purred.

“Extremely.” You drawed sarcastically.

You both eventually made it out of the vents and into another room. You glanced around the room and realized it was another office. 

“Is this where the files are?” You asked Ada. You expected the office full of confidential Umbrella files to be more secured.

“Of course it is. You still doubt me after all these years?” Ada asked as she walked to one of the file storages.

“No. Not at all. Just thought this mission would be more difficult.”

“Shh, don’t talk like that. We don’t want this mission to be more difficult.” Ada hushed you as she rifled through the files.

“I thought you hated boring missions?” You asked.

Ada goes to respond when the door flew open and you jumped, reaching for the gun held on your thigh holder. You made eye contact with the intruder and your eyes widened in shock.

“Jill?”

[spookymystery67]

So to those who read my story, I will not be updating this week. I was very busy and also I procrastinated so I haven't even started the next chapter yet. Oops. Sorry for that lol. I will update next week.

[spookymystery67]

I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN: I really struggled with this weeks chapter for some reason. My brain just couldn't write. Anyway, this is a little bit of a shorter chapter like last week, but I hope you all enjoy it still.

TW: Language, mention of murder, uh, that's it I think.

Chapter 14:

The rest of the drive back to the hotel was silent. Both you and Ada were deep in thought. You wanted to push for answers, but Ada made it very clear that she wanted to wait and have the conversation at the hotel room. 

So… wait you did.

Ada trudged into the room first, immediately slipping off her shoes and bag before carelessly discarding them on the floor as she took a seat on the bed. She was clearly exhausted. So exhausted that it seemed entirely out of character for her. You could tell that something was weighing heavily on her mind.

You shut the door behind you and locked it as you glanced at Ada. You followed her lead and took off your heels, placing them more carefully by the door, before turning your attention towards Ada.

You were almost hesitant to bring everything up again as you met Ada's tired eyes with your own. But you needed answers. You need them now.

“What the hell, Ada?” You said, your tone coming out softer than the harsh words would have implied. Gentle. Maybe it was the concern from her actions tonight that made it difficult to be truly angry with her.

Ada shook her head, a sad look flashed across her face before she sighed and a well practiced, neutral mask replaced the expression.

“You're not going to like what I am going to say.” She told you, still seated on the bed.

Worry churns in your gut. “...Okay. Go on.”

She patted the space beside her, scooching over to make enough room for you to sit beside her on the queen sized bed. You did as she beckoned and sat on her right, feeling awkward just standing in the middle of the room. Ada took a deep breath, before turning to face you better.

“The mission went fine. The necklace is in my bag, and not one camera or guard noticed me or the necklace had left.” She started.

You nodded hesitantly. “Okay. So what's the problem?”

“There was going to be an important person from Umbrella coming to the party. Now I didn't know he was coming before. If I had, I wouldn't have taken you with me on the mission in the first place. I found out from one of my connections while I was getting the necklace.” 

You furrowed your brows. “Okay. Is that all? I don't blame you for it. You didn't know. And you got me out, so it's fine.”

“No, that's not all. And I should have known. That's the problem.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… Look, I lied. When I picked you up in that taxi. Me being there and those Umbrella agents being there, it wasn't a coincidence.” She went quiet, just looking at you and waiting for any negative reaction. You raised a brow, anxiously waiting for her to continue.

“I was sent by an Umbrella operative to retrieve you. To gain your trust and then turn you over to them. That, or… kill you.” Your heart dropped. Ada continued. “They know you know too much. They know what you did in Raccoon City. They worry that you will use that information you learned against them. That you will fight them. That you will be picked up by the government and used against them. Like what is currently happening with Leon from what little I've heard.”

You stared at her, eyes glossed in disbelief. You couldn't believe it. Couldn't believe that despite everything you knew about her, you had still trusted her. Trusted her to keep you safe. 

How stupid can you be?

You quickly got up from the bed, putting distance between the two of you. Ada got up to follow. “Stop!” You shouted as you backed yourself further away from her. She froze, raising her hands in a show of not meaning to cause you harm.

“I'm not going to hurt you, Y/n.” She said softly, maintaining her distance.

“You were going to turn me over to them?” She paused.

“Originally.” Ada confessed quietly.

“You were going to kill me!” You shouted as you backed further away, feeling hurt mixed with disbelief. After everything you both went through. Should you really be all that surprised, though?

“No!” Ada interrupted firmly, taking a step closer. “No. Never. I was never going to kill you.”

“You were going to turn me over to Umbrella! That might as well be a death sentence!” You responded, taking another step back. Your back hit the wall and you cursed for getting yourself cornered.

“I know! I know that. But, I changed my mind. I don't want to bring you in.” Ada told you.

“Oh? And what changed your mind, Ada? Figured you could use me first to get rich? Then ditch me once it is all over to get even more rich?” 

Ada scoffed, feeling defensive. “Now use your brain, Y/n. If I was going to turn you over to them, would I have been in such a hurry to get the hell out of there before Wesker got there?”

Your eyes widened, “Wesker? Albert fucking Wesker? He's the operative that wants me dead?”

Ada sighed and nodded. “He was my employer who wanted the G back in Raccoon City. He knew about you and Leon. He was watching.”

“How? Through you?” You questioned.

She shook her head. “Not through me. He has resources. I don't know what else to say. The point is, I wasn't going to kill you. And I don't want to turn you in.” The room went silent for a moment.

“What changed your mind, Ada?” You questioned, hesitantly uncrossing your arms.

“Well, seeing you, for starters.” Ada took a hesitant step forward. “And to be honest, I think that when I took the job I had absolutely no intention of betraying you. Which is why I took you on my side mission instead.”

You huffed a slightly bitter laugh as you leaned against the wall. “So you didn't need my help after all.”

“No, but you made it a hell of a lot easier than it would have been if I had done it myself.” Ada said lightly, making you laugh and feel slightly more relaxed.

“You're really not going to turn me in? Won't Wesker be pissed?” You questioned her.

“Oh, for sure. But I have a history of betraying employers for my own gain. He knew what he was getting into when he called me in.” She said as she moved to lean against the wall beside you, turned to face you as her right side touched the wall.

You turned to lean your left side against the wall to face her properly. “Well, I appreciate it.” You hesitate, but curiosity gets the best of you. “Speaking of Raccoon City, how did you get out of there in time? Leon, Claire, Sherry, and I took the train out before it was blown up.”

Ada huffed and walked back toward the bed to sit once more, gesturing for you to rejoin her. “Well, for starters, I have a grappling hook.” 

Your mouth opens in shock. “For real? Those things actually work?” You asked as you sat beside her.

She huffed a short laugh. “Yup, saved my ass from a painful fall. Also let me hitch a ride out of here on a helicopter. Getting there was a whole thing without you and Leon to assist, but I managed. As usual.” She shrugged as she leaned on the bed to lay on her back with a pained grunt. Exhausted and still sore from injuries yet to heel.

You hummed as you looked at her, still seated upright. “And the G? Was Wesker pissed when he found out it was destroyed?” 

“Ha! Why? You worried about me?” Ada teased.

You blushed slightly, caught off guard, before huffing and turning away. You didn't want to admit it, which isn't a big shock, but you were worried about her. About Wesker's reaction. From what you've read about him and Umbrella, they aren't exactly the most forgiving type.

“You're deflecting.” You mumbled to her, still flustered as you lay on your back beside her to stare at the ceiling.

Ada huffed. “How you know me so well after such a short amount of time is a mystery to me. But fine. I managed to get a sample from Birkin's mutated body before getting out of there. Wesker was satisfied enough with that to let me off the hook.” 

“And now that you helped me? Will he hurt you because of me? I don't want to cause any trouble for you, Ada.” You said as you turned your head to face her.

She smirked and looked back at you, “A little late for that, dear.” Annoyingly enough, you blushed at the nickname. “And no, he won't hurt me. He may reach out at some point, but I'm confident we can come to a compromise. One that won't end with you or I getting hurt.”

“Hmm, big promises for someone who is pretty much a stranger. Why go through all the trouble for me?” 

Ada paused and hummed in thought. “I don't know. I guess I sort of like you, stubbornness and all. It just doesn't feel right to throw you to the sharks after everything. Plus, you have been very helpful, even when you called me out on my lies.”

You hummed and went back to staring at the ceiling in silence, having nothing else to add. 

Everything about Ada is just so confusing to you. She's a walking contradiction. She's selfish, yet selfless. She doesn't act like she cares, but she apparently does. At least for you. That in itself was confusing. Why did she care about you? Why do you care about her? You hardly know each other. And it's not like you're going to stick around to get to know each other anyway. 

You sighed and sat up on the bed. “Well, it's been fun, I guess. But I should probably head out now.”

Ada sat up and furrowed her brow. “Where are you going?”

You shrugged as you stood and went to grab your backpack full of your belongings. “Not sure. But if Wesker is in New York, then I guess I should get out of New York.”

Ada hesitated as she stood, debating something. “You could, well, you could just stay with me for a while.”

You stopped and turned to her, confused. “Stay with you?”

She shrugged nonchalantly. “Well, I still need to sell the necklace and get you your cut of the check. And it's not like you have a plan for your future as a person on the run.”

“And you do? Do you have a plan?”

“More or less. You could stay and work with me for a while. Be my partner in crime, so to speak. We could get you enough money to live comfortably without ever having to show your face to the world for the rest of your life.”

“Well, sounds nice. But I've caused you enough trouble already.”

“I wouldn't have offered it if I was bothered by you being here. The choice is up to you, but I wouldn't mind if you stayed for a while.” Ada told you.

“Why? Are you lonely?” You teased her. You regret it immediately when you see a gloomy look cross her face before it is quickly replaced with a guarded smirk.

“I could ask you the same thing. Actually, I'm bored. And your company tends to bring some chaos with it. I could use the fun.” Ada purred.

Is she flirting? Her voice says yes but you felt this was another way to deflect again. Rather than commenting on it, you decided to brush it off. 

Against your better judgment, you make your decision.

“Alright, I'll stay. It's not like I have anything better to do. Teach me the ways of the mercenary, Ada.” You dropped your bag with a smirk as Ada laughed.

Let's hope you made the right decision.

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Uhhhh PET NAMES! In everyone's opinion, what are some suitable pet names that Ada Wong would call her friend/future lover? I'm drawing a blank. Or would she not be the type for pet names? I kind of worry she's becoming a little ooc in my story but I guess it is what it is. Any feedback and opinions would be greatly appreciated.

[spookymystery67]

I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN: Here is a sort of a filler chapter that is a little shorter than the other ones I've written. I hope you all enjoy. I did re-read but if I missed any mistakes I apologize. It just gets to a point that if you stare at it long enough you go blind to that stuff. Enjoy!

TW: Language, brief talk of sex positions, gross old man flirting. Very brief though. Then again, all flirting is gross if your not attracted to the person. But you've been warned. I believe that's all. By now most of you know I suck at TW's. It is what it is.

Chapter 13:

This is a bad idea. This is a really bad idea.

You are way out of your depth here. Surrounded by people deemed high society who take their private jets to skiing trips on the weekend and spend the rest of their free time having gatherings with their friends on yachts to talk trash about their other friends. 

You just can't see this ending well. You feel so out of place. Like a fish out of water. You felt more in your comfort zone killing zombies then you do here. There is no way you'll be as helpful as Ada thought you could be.

A brush against your left arm pulled you out of your nervous thoughts. You turned your head to the left and met Ada's eyes.

Ada looked amazing, as per usual. The red dress she was wearing was just slightly more fancy than her normal attire to fit the occasion. She wore her usual tall heels that should have been very difficult to walk in, let alone sneak around and steal the necklace in. You had no doubt that she would have no problem getting it, though.

“You okay?” She asked you as she gently nudged you in the direction of the food table.

You nodded as you eyed all of the food options laid out in creative ways on fancy plates. Like the type of thing you would see on cooking shows.

“As I can be. Now, where is this Smith guy? I want to get this over with.”

Ada's eyes glance across the crowd. “Hmm, he doesn't look to be here at the moment. I imagine he's attempting to be fashionably late.”

“But…it's his house?” You said with furrowed brows, confused.

“Exactly.” Ada said, an amused smirk on her face from your reaction.

“That's so stupid.” You huffed. 

Ada snorted in agreement. “It is. In the meantime, find something you'd like.” Ada gestured to the food table. “I imagine food has been a luxury for you for a while.”

You shrugged as you eyed a particular plate filled with tiny, delicious looking, sandwiches. “I hadn't really thought about it. But, now that you mentioned it, those sandwiches look really good at the moment.”

Ada nodded and gestured forward. “After you.”

You made your way around the table toward the sandwiches, Ada following your lead as she continued to study the room and the people in it. You grabbed one of the sandwiches and took a bite.

Yup, just as you thought. The sandwiches were good.

“So, do you have any plans?” Ada asked, leaning slightly against the table.

You looked up from the table toward her. “Plans?”

She made eye contact. “After we're done here. What will you do next?” 

“Didn't you already ask me this question? Back at NEST.” You muttered quietly, not wanting to gather attention on the topic from the other party goers.

You didn't know for sure who was and wasn't Umbrella. Anyone could be at this point. Your paranoia has only grown over the last couple of weeks. 

Only a couple of weeks. Funny. It has felt like an entire lifetime for you.

“I did.” Ada nodded. “But, I want to know if your answer has changed at all since then.” 

You shook your head. “Not really. No.” You trailed off. Ada just continued to stare at you, waiting patiently for you to continue. “I mean, I don't know how to start all over. I think I just have to wait things out for a while. Wait for it to all calm down before making any more plans.”

Ada looked at you with a thoughtful expression. Considering something. But she didn't add to the conversation she started as her eyes locked on to something over your shoulder.

“He's here.” She told you. You turned to glance over your shoulder to the man of the hour. 

“Hmm, more ugly than the picture let on.” You said as you eyed the man. Arrogance was just radiating off of him.

“Hey.” Ada tapped your shoulder for your attention once more. “You can do this right? I mean, I believe you can, but I need you to believe it too for all of this to work.”

Could you do this?

The self doubt in you said “hell no”. But then again, you've done this all before. Back in Raccoon city along with Ben. Flirted with the odd man here and there to get the information you needed on Umbrella for the article you were both working on. It always worked. No matter how uncomfortable you felt in the process.

So could you do this? You glanced over your shoulder once more. Smith is way older than the other people you had flirted with before. So ancient that you wouldn't have been surprised if he was alive during the dinosaur age. That could be an advantage to you though, considering he has a taste for younger women. It would be just like those times back in Raccoon City. Only about ten hundred times more uncomfortable.

Well, that's the price you pay for 45%, you supposed. It better be worth it.

You sighed and turned back to Ada. “Yeah, I can do it. Just need to shake off the nerves and what not.”

Ada nodded. “You don't have to do much. Just praise him with compliments, no matter how untrue they are, and I will be back before you know it. Ten minutes tops. I just need the main man to get his eyes off the door leading out of here.”

Now that she mentioned it, you have noticed Smith always keeping an eye out on the door leading deeper into the mansion. You eyed one of the security guards that had been pacing around the floor of the party.

“What about them?” You asked, motioning slightly toward the guards.

“Oh, they're cheap security. They are mostly paid to look big and scary as they walk around to prevent anything from happening. I can get by them easily.” Ada reassured you.

“Alright. If you say so. So, how are we going to do this?”

“I'll walk up to him with you when he is done mingling with that group, say a few words, make an excuse to leave, and you distract him from looking at the door. Be flirty and touchy, and everything will be fine.”

You nodded. “Ten minutes.”

Ada returned the nod. “Ten minutes. Then we're out of here.”

“Alright. But if he tries to kiss me I expect more than 45%.” You pointed sternly at her.

Ada huffed a laugh. “He won't try anything. He may be all flashy and arrogant, but he is definitely not a top. The mistresses told me so.”

You couldn't help the laugh that slipped out of your mouth. “Oh thank goodness. Everything will be fine then.” You joked.

You and Ada made your way to the man as soon as he was on the move. As he was making his way across the room, Ada dragged you by your wrist from behind as she stood in front of his path.

“Mr. Smith. It's a pleasure to see you in person. We can finally put a face to the name.” Ada smoothly stated. The fake smile on her face was only obvious to you.

“We?” Smith asked, not seeing you from your place behind Ada.

You sidestepped into view and put on your best, charming, smile. “We've heard so much about you. I must say, you're more handsome than I thought you would be.” You placed your hand lightly on his arm, not really wanting to touch him. It was just enough to tease him and keep him distracted.

Smith's ego visibly inflates under the compliment. You refrain yourself from the grimace your face would have formed under normal circumstances as his eyes ran up and down your form.

Definitely not your type. Never in a million years.

“Well, I am glad my reputation precedes me. I must say, I have not laid eyes on someone like yourself in years. Truly a natural beauty.” He started. From the corner of your eye, you noticed Ada slip away as he was distracted by your hand resting on his arm. “If only I had a name to go with the face.”

“Katherine.” You gave him the first name that popped into your head that wasn't your own. You tried not to think too much about it being the name of your childhood friend. “You sure know how to throw a party, Mr. Smith.”

“Please, call me Jeffery.” His smile was flirty, or, an attempt at being flirty. It looked more twisty and creepy on his face. Clearly he didn't have game or natural charm. The only reason he had five mistresses was definitely because of the money.

True to her word, ten uncomfortable minutes passed and Ada made her appearance beside you once more. Just in time too, you were at your wits end with this man. 

“Time to go.” Ada whispered urgently into your ear from behind, hand resting on your shoulder. Smith didn't notice.

You hummed in acknowledgement as she moved to walk away before turning back to Smith with a strained smile. “Well, it's been lovely talking with you. I will let you get back to your other guests. A few look like they have been desperately wanting your attention.” You gestured vaguely out to the crowded room.

Smith made a face of displeasure before nodding in agreement. “Right. I suppose you're right. Very unfortunate that we have to end our time together so soon. I hope to see you again soon.” He said, grabbing your hand to place a kiss on your knuckles. Once again, you refrained from cringing at the slightly slobbery feeling on your hand.

Yeah right. Looking to add another mistress there buddy? Not going to happen.

“One can only hope.” You smiled as you turned to leave with a wave, heading straight for an impatient Ada.

“Finally. For a second there I thought he wasn't going to let you leave.” Ada said as she led you to the exit once Smith was distracted once again. She grabbed your wrist lightly once you were out the door and pulled you along at a faster pace, clearly urgent to get out of here.

“Ouch, Ada! Heels!” You yelped as you nearly tripped as she dragged you out to the car she parked a good distance away. She rolled her eyes as you continued. “Why the rush? Did something go wrong?”

“Uh, no. Nothing like that. Just needed to get out of that stubby mansion.” You raised a brow at her. She was hiding something.

“You're lying. What happened?”

“Nothing. The necklace is right in here.” She held up her red handbag. “No point in staying, so let's make ourselves scarce.”

You tugged your wrist out of her grasp and crossed your arms as you came to a stop, forcing Ada to pause in her determined stride toward the car.

“Ada, I'm serious. I can tell something is wrong. What is going on?” You questioned, refusing to move until she told you the truth.

Ada sighed and her eyes darted around your surroundings. “Look, this is not a good place to talk. Let's get back to the hotel and then I'll tell you everything, okay?”

You arched a brow. “Promise?”

Ada nodded quickly. “I promise. Now let's get to the car. Quickly.”

You both speedily walked to the car. Once you were both inside, Ada quickly sped out of the parking spot and away from the mansion. As she was driving off, you saw headlights from a car ahead that was driving toward the mansion.

“Duck, Y/n. Duck.” Ada told you urgently as she placed a hand on your head to make you duck out of sight.

You quickly hid out of view as she drove past the car, face casually covered by her hand that was leaned against the window, like she was bored. 

Once the car was out of sight, she gave you the go ahead to sit back up.

“What was that about?” You questioned again, slightly irritated by the lack of answers.

“Wait until we get back to the hotel. I will tell you. I swear.” Ada sighed, exhaustion clear in her face.

You decided to do as she said and wait until then. As much as you want answers now, you didn't want to push her to the point of shutting down and refusing to answer any of your questions. You'll just have to practice patience.

[spookymystery67]

I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN: Here's another chapter! I hope it's alright. I was iffy on it but what's new. Also I got a laptop and Baldurs Gate 3 for christmas so I have to work out a good schedule between work, writing, and playing the game. There sadly just isn't enough time in a day for me to get all I want done and it very much irritates me. Hopefully it all works out. Anyways, enjoy!

TW: None in can think of.

Chapter 12:

Oh you have got to be kidding me." You said, realizing the person in the driver seat was someone you knew. Someone who both you and Leon had presumed dead in Raccoon City.

"Miss me?" Ada questioned with a smug smirk on her face as she drove. She was amused by the shocked look on your face, you could tell. "Oh come on, where did you think the rocket launcher came from?"

She was wearing a pair of sunglasses and a stylish red jacket over an equally stylish black dress with heels that looked far too uncomfortable to wear even while sitting. 

Could never be you with your tacky, knee-high, ducky socks.

"I-I don't know. And where the fuck did you get a rocket launcher?" The metaphorical gears in your head malfunctioned as you tried to come to terms with your current reality.

"I have my ways." She shrugged, still smirking. 

The smug look on her face begins to piss you off. Really, really, piss you off. You thought she died. Not only that, you thought she died saving you. All that guilt you felt over her was for nothing. 

A part of you was relieved, maybe even a little happy, that she was alive and well right in front of you. That you didn't have one more death on your hands. But you didn't think you could deal with, well, whatever the hell kind of trouble that followed her when you had your own problems. 

So, thus began your attempt to escape the moving vehicle.

You turned to jump out of the car, but she quickly locked the doors from the driver's side. They were child safety locks and wouldn't budge no matter how hard you tried. 

"I'll take that as a yes." She joked.

"Let me out." You said as you turned to look at her.

"No, I don't think I will." She said casually.

"Ada, let me out of the fucking car. Now!" You yelled as you continued yanking the handle.

"So vulgar. Language." Ada joked. "Sorry, no can do. Those men back there that I just saved you from? They weren't actually policemen." 

You froze. "Umbrella?"

Ada nodded solemnly, "Despite your best efforts, you still ended up under their radar." She paused, before adding in a forced, lighter tone. "And the governments too. Not quite as stealthy as you thought you were huh?" 

"That's not funny. That's bad. Worse than I thought it was…" You sighed and covered your face with your hands, trying to think. You didn't even have the hard drive anymore. The only information you have is in your brain. How did they know what you knew? Why were you important enough to go after?

"You're right, it is bad. But lucky for you I'm here to save your ass." She told you. 

You looked up at her in confusion. She wants to help you? Why? What's her game this time? What's her plan?

"You want to help me?" You voiced in disbelief.

"Yes." 

"For what reason? I highly doubt it's out of the kindness of your heart." 

For a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of hurt flash across her features. She quickly masked it with a smirk. "Ouch. Is it so hard to believe I did come here out of the kindness of my heart?"

Your mind flashes back to the events of last week. "Uh, yeah, kind of. Everything about you was all lies in Raccoon City." You pointed out.

"Not everything." 

"Really? Your name is actually Ada?" 

She paused. "Well, it wasn't the name I was born with but yes, Ada Wong is my name."

"You're an FBI agent?" You asked. She snorted.

"Pfft no. But you knew that already. Though, it wasn't a full lie. I'm an agent of sorts."

"We're getting off track. What do you want?" You questioned.

"Look, I did come here to help, but, and really I hate to admit this, I also need your help with something in return…" 

You hesitated. "...help with what?"

"A mission."

You huffed. "Ah, you want to use me again. Sorry, it's not happening. Unlock the door." 

She ignored your demand, pulling her sunglasses down her nose to get a better look at you as the car stopped at a red light.

"I'm not going to use you. Think of this as a partnership. Believe me, if we succeed, I'll make it worth your while." Her tone sounded seductive near the end of her sentence. You turned to look at her in disbelief.

"A-are you trying to seduce me into helping you?" You asked, an unwilling blush mixed with anger and embarassment from the suggestive comment growing across your face.

Her eyes widened slightly, seemingly startled at being caught, before she pushed her sunglasses up her nose once more and turned to face the road.

"No." Ada denied, almost flustered.

"Yes. Yes you were! What, did you find out I like women and figure you could use that to your advantage? Seriously?" You spat. 

You were pissed, mostly at yourself. You assumed she figured it out by your little slip up during your conversation in the NEST. Ada was a gorgeous woman, anyone with seeing eyes would agree to that. You couldn't help but feel some attraction toward her, even when she was flat out lying to your face and pointing a gun at you, she still had the ability to make you blush against your will. It was frustrating.

"N-no! That wasn't my intention. I'm sorry. It's a force of habit." She said quietly, as if she was embarrassed to admit it.

You paused, looking for any sign of her tells when she was lying. She didn't think she had any. They were minuscule. Barely recognizable unless you were really looking for them. But you notice. You had her figured out back in the city.

You saw nothing and your angered features softened.

It saddens you that she has had to flirt and seduce her way through life to the point where it is practically automatic. It makes you curious as to who the real Ada Wong is behind that flirty, seductive, femme fatale persona you have seen.

You shake the thought away. You barely know the woman. You have no right wanting to know her on such a personal level. You don't think anyone deserved to know. She can keep that safely to herself. 

"It's fine. Look, I'm not going to be much help in whatever you need. Raccoon City was a fluke. I'm not cut out for all that… spy bullshit." You told her. She shook her head.

"Believe me, you're perfect. And it's not going to be as dangerous as Raccoon City was…" She started.

"But the tone in your voice implies it is some kind of dangerous. I'm a wanted woman, Ada. I don't want any attention. I can't help you." You said. She scowled slightly before shrugging.

"Well, I'm not stopping the car until I get there. So you're stuck with me until then." 

"This is kidnapping. Your kidnapping me, Ada." You huffed as you started to jiggle the handle of the moving car again.

"Is it really kidnapping when you have the intention of letting the person go?" She asked.

"Yes! I'm here against my will. Let me out."

"No." She continued to stare right at the road as she drove, giving no indication of stopping. You huffed.

"Ada." 

"No."

You glared at her before, in a moment of spontaneous decision, quickly moving to grab your gun to threaten her as a last resort. She moved faster, using her right hand to point her gun at your forehead and her left to drive, still not glancing in your direction.

"You really thought that would work?" She questioned.

You froze, moving your hand away from your side and slowly moving both your hands to lay on the dash.

"Good girl." She mocked playfully. She pulled the gun away from your head and you slowly relaxed, accepting your fate with slightly red cheeks.

"You're such a bitch." You scowled as you crossed your arms.

"Hmm, says the one about to pull a gun out on me."

"You're kidnapping me!" 

"Details." Ada smirked.

You scoffed and shook your head. Though you couldn't help but smile, somewhat amused.

"I'm glad you're not dead." You admitted quietly.

She glanced at you from the corner of her eye, smirk growing softer and her cheeks flushing so slightly you almost missed it.

“Me too.”

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You've resigned yourself to the fact that you would help Ada. You just couldn't say no to her. Not after she saved your life more than once already. You owed her one. After that, you could go your own way.

At least, that's what you told yourself. 

You really started to second guess your decision, though, when she pulled out an outfit for you to wear from the closet of her, much fancier, hotel room. You had just finished showering and had a complimentary white, fluffy robe wrapped around you.

Finally ditching the ducky socks once and for all.

“You really expect me to wear that?” You asked incredulously with a grimace on your face.

“What's wrong with it?” Ada questioned, looking away from you to the dress in her hands, trying to figure out what you didn't like about it.

The dress in question was navy blue in color. The cut in the neckline was low and bound to show off a good bit of cleavage while the bottom looked like it would maybe reach mid-thigh. The back of the dress was cut in an intricate way to reach your mid back. The sleeves were short but enough to keep everything in place. It was almost risky and classy all at once.

It wasn't nearly as short as the shorts you were wearing before, but the thought of putting the dress on gave you a pause.

“Nothing. It's beautiful. Just not something I'm used to wearing. I highly doubt I could pull it off.” You told her.

“Well, I think you'll look great in it.” You give her a doubtful look. “At least try it on. If you don't like it, we'll have some time to go out and find you something else if you would like.” She insisted.

“Wouldn't that be risky? What with Umbrella and others looking for survivors?” You didn't think they were specifically just after you. But ever since you got out of the city, it sure as hell felt like it. 

“You're with me, Y/n. You'll be fine. Believe it or not, I know what I'm doing. Now, try on the dress.”

She held the dress out toward you expectantly. You paused and looked from the dress to her face. She raised an eyebrow, leaving no room for argument.

You huffed a “fine”, before you stomped toward her, grabbed the dress from her outstretched hands, and stalked toward the bathroom to change.

You weren't lying when you said the dress was pretty. It was gorgeous. Never something you would pick out for yourself though. Too fancy to wear casually and you never went to parties requiring a dress code. You wonder what Ada's plan was that required you, an amateur “spy” to accompany her. 

You snorted to yourself. You're using the term spy very, very, loosely.

Sighing, you slipped the navy dress on with ease. Surprise and confusion etched on your features when you looked into the mirror.

It fit perfectly. It fit snugly in all the right places and showed off your curves and cleavage almost teasingly. Yet, somehow it still looked sophisticated. It was a weird combination that you didn't really think could work until now.

You looked hot. It's a miracle.

In all seriousness, you haven't felt this pretty in a long time. Especially after that week covered in zombie blood, guts, and other strange bodily and mysterious fluids that made you shiver when you thought about it.

Yup, this was definitely an improvement.

“Are you done yet?” Ada's voice asked from outside the door.

With a final glance in the mirror, you turned to the door and opened it with a dramatic swish.

“Tada…” You sing-songed with a spread to your arms in a 'well?” gesture. She smirked from her spot, sat on the bed and motioned for you to do a spin. You do.

“Hmm, not bad. I made a good choice.” Ada complimented?

“Was that a compliment to me or yourself?” 

“Yes.” The smirk on her face grew when you rolled your eyes.

“How'd you know my size anyways?” You questioned.

She hummed and shrugged, glancing away briefly. “Lucky guess.”

Well, that was a flat out lie if you ever heard one. Has she been checking you out enough to know your size? Can anyone figure that out just by looking? Why and how did you not notice?

“In all seriousness, you look good, Y/n. I don't think we'll have to go shopping after all.” Ada voiced, breaking you from your confusion.

“Oh, I will eventually. I've been surviving off of thrift store booty shorts and ducky socks for far too long for my liking.” You motioned to the pile of clothes you discarded on the floor.

“I thought that was an interesting choice for the fall, but I wasn't going to judge.” Ada jested, making you snort in return.

“You're one to talk. With that outfit you wore in Raccoon City, I'm surprised you're not as scraped and bruised as I am.” You gestured to yourself, scabbed knees and all.

“We'll use makeup to cover what injuries are showing. I also have a pair of tights that would go great with that dress to cover your knees.” She reassured you. 

Oh. She was probab just as bad off as you were. She's just strategically covered up. Maybe to avoid talking about it? 

Or maybe to avoid looking weak.

You'd bet that with her job that she couldn't afford showing any vulnerability.

“Right…. Speaking of being battered, how is your leg and shoulder?” You questioned.

“Still healing. Doesn't hurt as much as it did a week ago.” She shrugged with her good shoulder. 

“Really? Nothing severe?” 

“Apparently I almost tore something to near unusable when I tossed you back up onto the bridge. But, it turned out fine.” She brushed off.

You could tell she didn't want to have this conversation anymore. She didn't want to talk about her injuries or her feelings on what happened. But you had to ask.

“Why did you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Sacrifice yourself? Or, at least, make Leon and I believe that you did? You clearly had a way out of it.” You gestured to her sitting on the bed, alive and well.

“I did it for multiple reasons.” Ada trailed off, staring at the wall with a distant look in her eyes, in thought. You wonder if she was trying to concoct a reasonable explanation that won't share too many details.

You waited for her to continue. The silence drew on as you continued to stare at her as she thinks. You huffed a sigh, patience wearing thin. 

“And?” 

She looked back at you. “I can't really tell you all about it. And I don't want to,” she stood and began to pace around the room. ”but one of the main reasons was because I couldn't do anything while holding onto you. The choice was between letting you go and allowing you to fall to your death to save myself, or attempting to save you and then save myself.” She deadpanned.

“Why did you choose to save me?” 

It confused you. Her saving you. From what little time you've known Ada, you've come to realize that she was a selfish woman. She didn't do anything purely out of the kindness of her heart. There were always ulterior motives behind everything she did. Her pretending to be the FBI. Her allowing Leon and you to join her mission. Her saving you. It was all for her benefit. 

Even now, you're here for her benefit.

Ada threw you an irritated glare. “Reasons. Now, are we done with the questions about Raccoon City or are we going to waste more time that could go to explaining the current mission I need you in.”

You nodded and decided to respect the obvious boundaries she was putting up. You weren't going to be around each other long enough to really care about the why. Best to just thank her and move on. You had manners, after all.

“Yeah, just, I wanted to thank you. For saving my life. Multiple times. It may have been for you and not for me, but I still appreciate it.” You told her.

It was true. Choking, being crushed, and falling to your death were not ways you wanted to go. 

No matter how shitty your life has been recently.

Ada was taken aback by your thanks, but nodded in acknowledgment. “You're welcome. Now, let's finish getting you ready while I go over the plan.”

Ada walked back to the closet and grabbed a pair of matching, lacy, black tights and a pair of tall heels. Your eyes widened.

“Uh, no. Tell me you have flats.” You gestured to the shoes. She gave you a deadpanned look.

“Do I look like I wear flats?”

You looked her up and down. “...No?”

She rolled her eyes. “These are the shortest pair of heels I have. You'll be fine. Besides, flats, with that dress? That would ruin the whole outfit.”

You didn't get it. And that was clearly a personal opinion. You've seen some very nice flats, thank you very much.

“Yes, but flats were invented for the clumsy and the comfortable. Heels were invented to torture people.”

Ada snorted, “Now you're just being dramatic.”

“No I'm not! It's right up there with the treadmill.” You exaggerated.

“Heels were a symbol of status. Not torture devices.” Ada corrected.

Of course she would know that. “Could have fooled me.” You grumbled.

“Put the damn shoes on.” Ada laughed.

You begrudgingly began pulling the tights over your scabbed and bruised legs, before you put the shoes on. You began walking and winced as your feet already began hurting.

“See. Not so bad.” She commented with a barely restrained smirk. You narrowed your eyes at her clear amusement to your struggle.

“These fucking hurt, you lunatic.” You gritted.

“You're just dramatic.”

“No, I have you all figured out now. You're a sadist.” You joked as you accepted that the heels are to stay for the night.

Ada let out a laugh. “Alright. If you say so. Practice walking around the room while I tell you about your part in all this.” She sat back down on the bed and watched as you slowly became used to the shoes.

“The mission is to collect an extremely rare artifact that was purchased at an auction two weeks ago by a Mr. Jeffery Smith.” She held up a photo and you walked closer to inspect the photo.

“Huh, he looks rich. And boring.” You said as you examined the picture of the most basic, rich, old looking white dude you've ever seen in your life.

“He is. Extremely rich and boring. An extremely rich and boring old man who outbid my employer for an extremely rare necklace that he just has to have.” Ada sighed, seeming bored as she handed you a picture of the necklace.

Your eyes widened at the intricate design and the gems throughout the necklace. “Holy shit! There is no way that your employer is paying you nearly the amount this necklace is worth.”

Ada smirked. “He isn't. Which is why I have another customer lined up with an even better offer. But I'll keep the details about that to myself.”

You snorted. “I'm not even surprised. So, why am I needed for this? I feel like you're extremely capable of handling this on your own.”

“You're right. I am capable. I can get past all the trip wires and laser beams without even breaking a sweat. But to do that, I need a distraction. Specifically a distraction for him.” Ada said as she pointed to the picture of Jeffery Smith.

Your eyes widen in realization and you grimace. “Ew. I have to chat the man up? Doesn't he have a wife or something?”

“Of course he does. One wife, and at least five other mistresses included.” Ada informed you.

You glanced at the photo in disbelief. “Five? For him? Really?” 

“One word, Y/n. Money.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Of course. Money. Makes sense, I guess. I like money.”

“Good. You're on the verge of getting a good chunk of it if you help me out with this.” 

You raised a brow, intrigued. “How much?”

“15%.” Ada told you.

“Really? Just 15%?” 

“I am doing all the hard work. And at least you're getting something for your help this time around.” Ada snarked.

“How generous of you.” You replied sarcastically. “Come on, at least 50%. I'm a woman on the run here.”

Ada snorted. “No way. 15%.”

“45.” You shot back.

“20.” She countered.

“40.”

“35. That's my final offer.” Ada smirked, clearly amused. For her, this was probably like watching a child barter with their parents for more candy or five more minutes before bedtime.

You huffed as you considered. That necklace wasn't cheap. 35% of that fortune would last you a very long time. It wasn't like you were looking to buy a mansion here. You just wanted something to get by.

“Fine. 35%.”

“Great, let's shake on it.” Ada held out her hand, smirk still on her face.

“Sure. But I also want a signed contract.” You said as you placed your hand in hers to shake.

Ada laughed, a genuine smile gracing her features. “Of course. I'll keep my word, Y/n. 35%. I suppose you'll deserve it, with everything going on.”

“Thanks.” You replied with a strained smile.

It was a relief, to be honest. Money was going to be a problem, but that was at least one issue you had handled. Figuring out your other problems as easily as Ada had solved this one for you would be a miracle.

“Alright. Makeup and hair, then party. I'll be with you in the beginning, then I'll make an excuse to leave and make a move on the necklace, which will be your cue to start flirting with Smith. Sounds good?” Ada questioned as she grabbed a large makeup kit filled with pretty much everything you could never need.

“I suppose.” You said nervously.

“What's wrong? Why are you nervous?” She asked.

“I'm not a flirty person, Ada. I just don't want to screw it up.” You admitted.

“You'll be fine. You're pretty and young, just Smith's type.” She glanced up at you from her spot on the bed as she was digging through the makeup kit. “In his case, you might want to act a little ditzy. Giggle at every stupid joke he says, be a little touchy. You know, flirty.”

Your brows furrowed. “Is that flirty? I thought it was hotter than that?” 

Ada smirked. “It usually is, depending on the person. But Smith seems to like people who act like their dumb. Trust me, I've met the mistresses.”

“You've met the mistresses?” You laughed.

“Yes. For research. Don't worry, they won't be at the party.”

“And the wife?” You questioned.

“In Europe, I believe.” 

“Awesome.” You deadpanned.

“Now relax, I've got a lot of work to do.” Ada joked as she got up and sat you down on the bed to do your makeup.

You closed your eyes to rest as you let her work her magic to temporarily get rid of any evidence left from the events of Raccoon City.

You were reluctant to admit to yourself that you were happy to be in Ada's presence. It almost felt like you were hanging out with a friend. The thought caused a sharp pain to shoot through your heart. It made you miss your friends. 

You sighed. One and done. After you help Ada, you're on your own for good.

[spookymystery67]

Yay Rowena! We need more fanfic for her. I'd totally do it if I wasn't already struggling with my own story lmao

Enchanting Christmas

i love this Scottish woman so much

Rowena MacLeod x Reader

No Pronouns used!!

Summary: Rowena, the enchanting witch, confesses to the reader that the holiday season has awakened new emotions within her. The two share a magical moment, culminating in a kiss that transcends the ordinary. As they celebrate the festive season together, they discover the unexpected joy of love in the midst of holiday magic.

Enchanting Christmas

The snow fell gently outside the bunker, creating a serene winter wonderland. The scent of pine and the soft glow of Christmas lights filled the air. Rowena, the powerful and enchanting witch, had decided to join the Winchesters for the holiday season, and you couldn't have been more thrilled.

As the three of you gathered around the roaring fireplace, sipping hot cocoa, Rowena couldn't help but notice the way your eyes sparkled with joy. She had always been drawn to your warmth and kindness, and Christmas seemed to amplify those qualities.

One evening, Rowena approached you as you admired the twinkling lights on the Christmas tree. "Y/N, darling, may I have a word?" she purred, her Scottish accent weaving a magical spell.

You turned to face her, a smile gracing your lips. "Of course, Rowena. What's on your mind?"

Rowena took your hand and led you to a cozy corner of the bunker, away from prying eyes. There, surrounded by the soft glow of candles, she cast a subtle enchantment to make the moment even more magical.

"Y/N, I must admit, this Christmas season has brought out a side of me I never thought I'd embrace," Rowena confessed, her eyes softening.

You looked at her with curiosity, feeling the genuine vulnerability beneath her powerful exterior.

"Spending time with you, the Winchesters, and the festive spirit has awakened something within me," Rowena continued, her hand tracing patterns on yours. "I find myself drawn to the warmth you exude, the joy you bring to those around you."

A blush tinted your cheeks as you met Rowena's gaze. "I feel the same way, Rowena. Christmas wouldn't be the same without you."

Rowena leaned in, capturing your lips in a soft and lingering kiss. It felt like a spell, a magical connection that transcended the ordinary. The enchantment deepened, and the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in a cocoon of holiday magic.

Wrapped in each other's arms, you and Rowena shared a quiet moment, savoring the magic of Christmas and the unexpected warmth of love that had blossomed between you.

As you pulled away, Rowena whispered against your ear, "Merry Christmas, my darling. May this holiday be as enchanting as you are."

And with that, you both returned to the festivities, hand in hand, ready to celebrate a Christmas filled with magic, love, and the unexpected joy of newfound connections.

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AHHHH i just want to marry her so bad!!!

[spookymystery67]

I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN: Writing is hard. Anyways, we have a sort of filler chapter for this week. I'm not super happy with it, but here we are. I have officially ran out of pre-written chapters that I wrote during my hyperfixation. Which is very irritating. I'm trying to get back into it. It's just a little difficult to do with the extreme lack of Ada content. But, I will not give up. I'll try and get my shit together for the new year... Hopefully... That sounds very familiar lol. Enjoy the chapter.

TW: language, guns, ect. The norm for Resident Evil.

Chapter 11:

September 30, 1998-

Claire ended up seperating from the group a while later. After some convincing from both you and Leon, she had left to go find her brother, Chris Redfield. Sherry wasn't very happy about it, but she eventually understood that Claire was worried about her brother and needed to make sure he was alright.

Leon still had the bullet wound in his shoulder, and Sherry was still weakened from being infected with the G and then cured. You were all injured in some way and completely exhausted. That's when Leon came up with a plan.

A stupid plan.

"No, Leon! Bad idea!" You shouted at him.

"How is it a bad idea? The military will protect us!" Leon said.

"Were you not paying attention at all last night? There are people in the government that are in on it! And other people who will kill you for knowing too much! You'll be putting yourself and Sherry in danger! She literally has the G and the cure in her veins!" 

"I refuse to believe that everyone in the government is in on it. The military is supposed to protect the people. They will protect us." Leon said, determined for you to understand.

You huffed in frustration and closed your eyes for a moment. "Leon. You're wrong on this. Believe me. Let's just go to the nearest motel and avoid anyone with badges and combat gear for now. Please." 

He looked at you for a moment, before glancing at Sherry, who stood on the side of the road watching the argument. You were nearly out of city limits and close to a military blockade that was set up pretty far from the city during the outbreak to keep the infected in. You wanted to veer off the road and avoid them entirely. Leon wanted to ask them for help.

"No. Let's just ask them for help and protection. They will help us. I promise." Leon said. As cheesy as it sounds, his eyes were still full of hope and optimism. Even after the night he just had, he still maintained his puppy-like behavior.

You sighed and shook your head. "If that's what you believe… then I can't come with you, Leon." His hopeful look deflated slightly. "Look, I'm sorry. But if they knew how much I know then I'm as good as dead. I'd be of no use to them whatsoever. So, I'll say it again, ditch your plan and let's all just go find someplace to stay."

Leon debated this. He really didn't want you to leave quite yet either. But he needed to find someplace safe for himself and Sherry. And he genuinely believes that the military will help with that.

"Then I guess this is goodbye." Leon sighed. 

You felt defeated. Why couldn't he just listen to you? He had claimed to have trusted you. He knows you know a lot about Umbrella's inner workings. Hell, he knows most of it himself. He's seen it. So why, after all you both went through last night, does he doubt you now?

You couldn't help but ask. "You said you trusted me. What changed?" 

"I still do, but I believe this is the right call." He answered honestly. 

"And you're willing to risk Sherry in this?" 

"She won't get hurt. I'll protect her." Leon determined. He wasn't going to budge. No matter what you say. You sighed.

"Fine." You turned to Sherry and walked toward her. "I guess this is goodbye."

"Do you really have to go?" She asked, saddened by yours and Claire's sudden departure.

"Unfortunately. I have to go cause trouble elsewhere." You joked weakly. "Speaking of trouble, try to stay out of it. Okay? I know that may be impossible at times. But just try." 

You may not have interacted with the girl as much as Claire had over the night, but you still managed to grow to care for her. She was so sweet and deserves so much better than what she had got. She sort of reminded you of Katherine, in a way. When you and her were both young, naive children just starting to realize how cruel the world truly was. You really wished for better things for Sherry.

"Okay. I'll try. But only if you promise me the same thing." Sherry told you. She had clearly grown to care for you too. You suspected it was because you had a part in saving her from Irons. Again, as terrible as it may sound, you were glad you had put an end to that man. You felt absolutely no remorse for that monster.

You grinned sadly and pretended to think. "Hmm, okay. I guess I can promise you that. "

"Will we see you again?" She asked. You weren't really sure how to respond. You didn't think you would, but you didn't want to disappoint the girl further.

"Maybe. Who knows what the future holds. Just stay safe in the meantime, okay?" Was the answer you settled on.

"Okay. Bye, Y/n." She said before hugging your waist briefly. It caught you off guard, but you returned the hug with an awkward pat on the back. You still weren't a hugger. But you supposed you'll allow it.

She let go of you and you turned to Leon. "Same applies to you, Kennedy. I'm serious. I don't want to find out from some random ass news article that you blew up or something." You pointed mockingly.

"What would I blow up from?" Leon asked with a slight smile.

"Playing with grenades and rocket launchers." You deadpanned.

"Right. Okay." He huffed a laugh, before sighing. "I guess this is goodbye, huh?" Leon was also sad that you were leaving.

"Yeah. I really don't-" You started.

"Want to take the risk. I get it. It's fine. Just stay safe." Leon finished.

"I will. Just try not to go mentioning my name if you can help it. I don't want anyone tailing my ass." 

"I'm pretty sure that only really happens in movies."

"Yeah. And zombies only happened in horror movies. Yet, here we are."

"Good point. Do I get a hug or…." Leon asked.

"I suppose you've earned it. Even though you smell like you wandered through the sewers." You wrinkled your nose. 

"I actually did." He muttered.

You grimaced. "When?"

"When I was looking for you and Ada."

"Why didn't you just go through the vent?"

"…There was a vent?"

You snorted and pulled him into a quick hug, careful of your sore muscles, scrapes and of his wounded shoulder. You gave him the same awkward pat that Sherry got and let go. You handed him the shotgun, having no use for it and not wanting to get in trouble for carrying such a big weapon that is hard to hide.

"Alright. Later, Leon. Stay safe, Sherry." You said before turning and heading in the opposite direction of the military set up. One path leading left, toward the the military people. One to the right, to a smaller town with restaurants and motels.

You kept waking without looking back. You felt bad about leaving them so soon. But as you've said before, you can't risk it. Not after everything you just went through.

-October 1, 1998-

It had taken you a while to make it to a motel. It sat in a town a few miles away from the city limit. You had paid for a room with the money you had saved and packed when you were going to ditch Raccoon City with Katherine and Ben. It wasn't a lot. But it would last you a while if you budget correctly.

You had been woken up by your light sleep in the morning of October 1st by the sound of a large explosion that rocked the ground beneath you. You immediately walked outside of your room to see a large cloud of smoke and fire in the distance. Where Raccoon City had once stood.

Running back into your room, ignoring the other spectators outside, you turned the TV on to the news to see if they would tell you what happened.

They had blown it up. The entire city. Thousands of people. Just completely wiped off the map. You stared at the TV in shock and disbelief. You had known the situation was dire. You had seen it first hand. But to resort to blowing up the entirety of Raccoon City… You weren't sure what you had expected the government to do, but this just felt extreme.

So that's it, then. Your home was completely gone. No more Raccoon City.

Your mind flashed back to the conversation you and Ada had back in NEST while she was patching up Leon's shoulder. She had asked you what your plans were after everything was said and done. You had found it strange she was asking this. Was it just for the sake of conversation? Or a way to get to know you more to manipulate you? You didn't know.

Regardless, you had been truthful when you told her you didn't know. You really had no fucking clue what to do. You were even more lost than when you had graduated high school. No plans for the foreseeable future. No job ideas. The only thing you knew was that you wanted to be happy. The bare minimum, really.

And you had been, for a while. Now it was gone. All gone. So, what do you do now?

Ada's words come to mind. "One day at a time. That's a start." Easier said than done, but you suppose she was right. Take it one day at a time.

You shut the TV off and take a deep breath. First thing's first. Take another shower. You felt gross. You still had your gross t-shirt and jeans on from the week. You had definitely gotten some stares when you strutted into the lobby to check in with stains from who knows what. Luckily, your jeans are dark and the blood stains have faded to a brownish color. So no one was worried about you being a murderer. At least, as far as you were aware.

Maybe you should find more clothes. You had seen a small thrift shop on your way here. It's not far from the motel.

Deciding that was a good place to start, you stood from the edge of the bed and grabbed your bag from the floor. You exited the room and locked the door behind you, placing the key into your pocket.

As you walked to the thrift shop, you saw a few bystanders still staring in horror at the smokey horizon. You walked by them without being noticed and quickly made it into the thrift store, getting to work at finding an acceptable outfit replacement.

Your options were limited. Extremely limited. None of the jeans would fit you, being too small and child sized. There was a pair of men's jeans that were two sizes too big, you didn't think even a belt would save them from falling off of you. There were a pair of shorts that would fit you. Too short, though. Like just barely covering your ass if you were to put them on. Not your first pick. Especially for the fall season. You see a pair of knee high socks that were tacky, even for you, covered in little rubber duck designs that seemed more fitting for a toddlers pajama set than anything else.

You sighed, going for the shorts and knee high socks, as nothing else would work on you. Now shirts and jackets. You had a lot more options for those, not caring if they were too big. Although, you were not a fan of the floral patterns on a majority of the blouses. They vaguely reminded you of wallpaper you had seen in your grandparents home when you were a child.

You settled on a large, black, mens leather jacket that was definitely too big, but it would keep you warm. The shirt you chose was just an old band t-shirt that was actually somewhat your size. You had no idea what the band was, having never heard of it, but it would do.

Now, undergarments were a problem. You did not want to wear anything from this second hand store. You really didn't. Even if they were washed before being sold. As you went up to check out you asked the cashier, an old woman who seemed nice enough, what your options were there. She gave you an odd look, but said that she actually had an unopened pack in the back. 

She handed them to you and you winced. Thongs? Really? You had never worn a thong in your life, never seeing the point. You might as well go commando at that point.

Yet, you caved and bought them anyway. They will have to do until you can find a store with more clothing options.

You walked back to the motel and quickly showered and changed into your new clothes. You're very uncomfortable with the length of the shorts, using the socks in an attempt to cover and keep your legs warm. The length and size of the jacket helped a bit in that as well, covering your body like a dress would.

Once you finished, you tossed the ruined clothes into the garbage can outside after you had closed up and locked the door of the motel room, ready to move on. With your bag hanging from your shoulders, you walked to the front desk to return the key.

"Leaving so soon?" The man running the front desk asked. 

"Yup. Time to move on." You placed the key on the desk and turned to leave.

"Wait!" The man shouted, causing you to jump in fright, turning back to face him with wide eyes.

"What?" You asked loudly.

"You're one of those Raccoon City survivors, aren't you?" He asked. He looked out the window with nervous eyes. You raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about." You denied, turning back to walk out the door.

He quickly rushed around the desk and took the few short steps to block the door, blocking your exit. "You are! I know you are! I can't let you go!" He had wide and frightened eyes as he looked at you.

"Why not?" You asked cautiously as you backed away.

"Because they want survivors. And I already called you in." He said as you backed away further.

You glared angrily as your heartbeat sped up. "Who wants survivors?" You dreaded the answer.

"The government." He said. You heard cars pull up and glanced out the window, seeing that there were two military cars parked out front. Each one filled with four men in combat gear with machine guns. They all exited the car and separated. Some went to search your old room, some heading toward the front desk area you're currently standing in.

"Damn it." You muttered as you grabbed the phone on the desk and tossed it at the man in front of you, a futile attempt to distract him as you turned to run out through the back. He shouted at you as you hopped over the desk, ran through the back room and out the back door. 

You got a good distance between you and the building when you heard someone shout stop behind you. You didn't bother turning around as you ran as fast as you could.

Running past a diner, you saw a man had just gotten into his parked car and was ready to make the turn to take off down the road. You quickly grabbed the hidden pistol from your side and aimed at the man through his open window.

"Get out!" You yelled. He shouted in surprise at the gun in your hand and quickly got out of the car, raising his hands in surrender to the crazy lady stood in front of him. 

"Sorry!" You yelled as you quickly hopped in and shut the door, turning the wheel and slamming your foot on the gas. Ducking as gunshots went off behind you as the two military men that were on your heels attempted to stop you. Glass from the rear windshield shattered and landed all over you.

You took a sharp left, barely avoiding a honking car that grazed the driver's side. You had driven a few times in your life, before realizing that you hated how anxious it made you feel in the crowded streets of Raccoon City. Deciding that you'd rather walk or take the train to get places. Times had clearly changed as you drove like a maniac.

You sped out of the town, dodging cars and gunshots, away from Raccoon City and the military people. You glanced in the rear view mirror, confused as to why they didn't just hop into their cars. You guessed you were too fast for them in their clunky combat gear. You got lucky there.

After a few hours on the semi busy road, you noticed that you were low on gas and needed to stop. You didn't want to stop at a gas station in a stolen vehicle though. You turned off the road, down a dirt path and parked partially in the forest, hidden from prying eyes. You'll have to make it on foot.

You had seen a sign a ways back about a truck stop. Right in the direction you were heading. Your options were to either hitch hike and risk getting potentially murdered. Or walk, and risk getting found by the military and potentially murdered. None you were too fond of. But of course you carjacked a car low on gas. 

With no choice, you started on foot once more. Maybe you shouldn't have ran away like an idiot. Maybe you should have just seen what they wanted. But the fact that they were carrying machine guns made you panic. You didn't want anything to do with that. The fact that they were searching for survivors was a problem. A big problem. You'll have to lay low.

But where? You can't stay here. You can't trust any hotel or facility near her. So. you'll just have to keep going. Get out of the state. You need to get to the airport. Wait, no. You can't afford that. 

Looking over your shoulder, you see a row of five military cars speeding down the road. You quickly ducked into the tree line and out of sight of the passing cars, waiting a few minutes until you knew for sure they were gone.

You sighed tiredly. This is going to be a lot of work.

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A week. That's how long it took you to get out of the state. A week. 

A long ass week of walking, hitchhiking and avoiding the police and military that always seemed to be nosing around the places you ended up.

You eventually found a car that was out for the taking by a closed bar. The doors were unlocked and the keys were in the ignition. You were also pleasantly surprised to see a good amount of gas in the tank. Clearly the previous owner of this car was drunk off their mind, leaving it in the empty parking lot.

You had driven non-stop for hours, crossing state after state, only stopping for gas and snacks as you had not eaten in what felt like forever. 

Finally, you made it to another city. Far, far away from Raccoon City. New York City. This was only temporary. You figured it would be easier to hide out in a big city for a few days to rest instead of a small town. You're less recognizable amongst thousands of other faces.

You weren't sure if you could make a living here. New York City was known for being expensive. Far more expensive than Raccoon City. But you knew nothing about laying low from the law. You didn't know what to do and where to go. You can't fly out of the country. You didn't have your passport. Plus, it would be stupid to use your passport since you're a wanted woman.

Oh, yeah. Your face was in the newspaper everywhere. Apparently you were wanted by the government. Not top priority, obviously, but still up there. Leon must have ratted you out. There was no other reason you could think of how they got your name. You hadn't given your name to the motel guy. Maybe they did some fancy facial recognition thing and found you that way? You didn't know.

If Leon did blab, you didn't blame him. He wouldn't have done it if he had absolutely no choice.

What did the government want with you? You were just an assistant journalist. You may know a lot, but you were no threat. Not anymore, at least. So what the fuck?

You lay on your bed in your cheap hotel room with a sigh. You were way out of your depth. Maybe you should just give up and turn yourself in. Get it over with. You weren't cut out for a life on the run. 

But first, new clothes. You need another set of options. This thrift store option wasn't cutting it anymore. 

You slowly raised yourself out of bed with a grunt, sore from, well, everything. 

Huffing, you grabbed your backpack from the side of the bed and made out the door. You made it out the door and down the sets of stairs to the lobby. You ducked your head as you passed the front counter, careful that they don't see your face fully. Not that the clerk even cared to look up from the book they were reading.

You made it out to the busy streets and started to walk in the direction of the nearest clothing store. You had no idea where the hell you were, if you were honest. You figured you would walk in a direction and see a store eventually.

Or, better yet, maybe you could take a taxi. They know where they're going. And it would get you off the crowded streets that were slowly growing more irritating for you to deal with. The hussle of New York City was similar to Raccoon City, but somehow different enough to make you grow more anxious the longer you were out in the open. Maybe because these streets weren't familiar to you. 

Then again, taking a taxi means spending more money. Could you afford that? Ugh, you should have just kept the stolen car you got from the bar, consequences be damned at this point.

A sudden, loud, beep from a horn beside you causes you to jump in alarm and look to your left. A taxi was stopped on the curb, waiting for you to get in. But you didn't call a taxi?

Red flag. Big red flag. Then again, you were standing still at the end of the street during your internal debate. Maybe they thought you were waiting for a taxi to stop. 

As you were about to just turn and continue down the street, you saw something that made your heart stop. Two undercover cops making direct eye contact and walking toward you on the sidewalk. You turned around and saw two more behind you. Across the street, same thing. They were cornering you. 

"Shit." You muttered as you looked around for any other way out of this. The taxi beeped again. Without thinking about the possibilities, you opened the front door to the passenger side of the taxi and jumped in. The cops started sprinting in your direction and the taxi quickly sped off down the road away from them.

You looked back as the car sped away and sighed in relief. They wouldn't catch you. You got away.

"That's four times I've saved you now." The voice from the driver's side startles you. 

Your eyes widened and you slowly turned your head to the left. You couldn't believe your eyes.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me." 

[spookymystery67]

I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN: I did not re-read this chapter recently as I was busy, so I hope it's alright. Enjoy everyone!

TW: Same old same old. Violence, language, ect. Typical Resident Evil stuff.

Chapter 10:

-September 29, 1998-

Being back at the NEST was not a great feeling for you.

Last time when you were here, you started off blissfully unaware of all that was going to happen in the next week after you left. You thought that you were just going to collect some information on a hard drive, meet with Ben, then miraculously come up with a way to expose Umbrella once and for all. You didn't realize that plan was doomed from the start.

And now, you are back with Leon. Wondering the zombie infested halls looking for wristband pieces to get to the higher leveled parts of the NEST. Easier said than done with all the puzzles and obstacles in your way.

"Why were you so mad at Ada earlier?" Leon asked as you both explored, completely catching you off guard.

"What do you mean? I wasn't mad at her." You said.

"Your face said otherwise." 

"I'm not mad at her. I'm mad at the stupid situations that I keep finding myself in. Especially in the last week. Everywhere I turn I can not catch a break."

"So you're not mad at her? Or me?" 

"Only thing I'm mad about involving you is the cell block incident. But I guess there wasn't much you could do there. So no, I'm not mad at you."

At Ada, on the other hand, you kind of were. She started off rough, cold-hearted, and business-like. Then it seems like she slowly got to learn some of your personalities and changed parts of herself to manipulate the situations to fit her needs. Was she planning from the very beginning to send you and Leon into the NEST to fight off dangerous unknowns and find the G while she stayed behind? Probably not. But she was planning something. That much you know.

It's not that you hate Ada. You really don't know enough about her to form an opinion. What you hate is being lied to. And you just know you're being lied to. Both you and Leon. 

Not to mention Annette did warn you. Granted, you didn't trust her either. But there was some truth to her words.

But you truly don't have the energy to care enough to argue about it. You just want to give Ada the damn G-virus and get the fuck out of the city. Maybe find some motel to shower and fall asleep in forever. You honestly think you could sleep forever at this point.

"I really am sorry about that. I wish there was something I could have done." Leon said.

You shrugged. "Well it's not like I did much curling up into a ball and sobbing like a baby. I was right there. I could have done something. But I didn't. And now Ben's dead. And Katherine too." 

"You know it's not your fault, right? None of this is." Leon said, gesturing to the world around him.

"Logically. Yes, I know that. Emotionally, well, I'm a fucking wreck. And the longer I stay here the more difficult it gets to keep it all back."

"You don't have to hold in your emotions. You can feel sad. You can feel pain."

"Yes, maybe later. But right now I don't think we can afford another one of my mental breakdowns." 

"You know, we may not really know each other. But just know that I am here for you. You can trust me." Leon said. 

You looked at him, debating. You could tell he has a good heart. But you didn't know if you could trust him, yet.

"So you trust me?" You questioned.

"Yes. Yes I do." He said immediately, catching you off guard. You didn't expect that. After everything that happened, you didn't expect him to trust you at all.

"And you trust Ada?" You asked. He hesitated, and you nodded. "You can tell something is off?"

"Yes. But I don't want to jump to conclusions." Leon said.

"You can still be skeptical. I am."

"So you think she's lying?" He asked.

"I don't think she's telling the full truth, at the very least. I don't really know what I think." You sighed.

"Do you think we can trust her with the G-virus?"

"I don't know. But I guess we'll find out soon." You said as you opened the door to where the G-virus was stored.

"Huh, that was easy." Leon said as he walked up and picked up a G-virus sample.

"If you say so." You snorted.

"Now, back to Ada."

You nodded. "After you, Leon."

Suddenly, a siren began to go off throughout the facility, making you and Leon pause and glance at each other.

"Attention. Unauthorized removal of a level four virus detected. Facility lockdown initiated. Self-destruct sequence will begin when lockdown is complete." The computer voice said.

"Fan-fucking-tastic." You sighed.

"Let's go." Leon said, running off with you following right behind him.

You almost make it to the end of the catwalk to the door when something crashes through the ceiling. You quickly turned around and realized it was a mutated William. He looked far worse than when you saw him last. His right arm was far bigger than his left and had a huge eye on it. It was like a whole other being was growing out of him.

"You again." Leon said as you both raised your guns, ready to shoot.

"Move." A voice said from behind you. You turned and saw Annette. "He's mine. This has to end." She raised a weird looking gun at her once husband. Ready to finish this once and for all.

She shoots the gun, causing some weird reaction that makes the mutated Birkin fall to his knees. She reloads the gun.

"What the hell's going on?" Leon asked.

Annette limps forward. "Sorry, William. You left me no choice." She shoots the gun again.

She shoots again and Birkin falls to the ground. Seemingly dead.

Leon walks closer, gun raised in case of any sudden movements. "You called this thing William. Why?"

"Did she not tell you?" Annette asked.

"I didn't even know he had encountered Birkin. I didn't think it was important to tell him."

"It shouldn't have been like this. It's Umbrella's fault, this whole mess." Annette said.

"You're Umbrella too. You're telling me you weren't involved in this?" Leon asked.

"Yes…But we never meant for this to happen." Annette shouted.

"Then tell me everything. Right from the start." Leon said as he walked toward her.

Annette sighed and explained how William had injected himself with the G-virus. All because Umbrella sent in people to retrieve it from him. He didn't want that to happen. 

"So you made this monster?" Leon asked, gesturing to the mutated Birkin on the floor.

"We made the G-virus, but we never intended-"

"You can spin it any way you want," you notice the eyeball on Birkins arm open and move. "you're still responsible."

"Watch out!" You shouted as the mutated Birkin quickly shot up and grabbed Annette in his giant hand. Annette screams in pain at the crushing grip and is tossed into a wall.

You watch as Birkin mutates more. Any human resemblance gone. He grew bigger and had more limbs and orange eyeballs on them.

He started to whack and hit at you and Leon. You ducked and tried your best to stay out of range of the four arms trying to grab at you.

The sirens rang louder and the platform you and Leon were on began to sink lower. You turned to see an injured Annette at the control panel.

"What are you doing?" You asked.

"We can't let him get away!" She shouted.

Leon dragged you to the edge of the slowly lowering platform and urged you to jump off. You reluctantly did and he followed. You land on your knees. Not the best place to land with your still healing scrapes and bruises you've developed over the week.

Leon helps you up and you both quickly back away from the platform and take in your surroundings. Metal canisters were placed sporadically all over the floor. You weren't sure what they were filled with.

"Alright. We end this here." Leon said. You took out your shotgun. You weren't sure how helpful it would be in this fight. But it's this or your handgun.

"Class A breach detected. Lab quarantined until the target is neutralized." The computer voice said.

"Aim for the eyeballs and the canisters when he's near it!" Leon yelled over the sirens.

"Okay!" You nodded. Hopefully your aim is on point right now.

So that's what you did. You aimed for the orange eyeballs and canisters that exploded when shot at. Avoiding huge and heavy metal objects that the mutated Birkin kept trying to throw at you and Leon to crush you. At one point, even part of the metal wall was thrown at you.

Eventually, you and Leon finally managed to pop all the orange eyes, puss and goo shooting everywhere. You managed to avoid the goo and the mutated Birkin finally fell to the ground. Hopefully dead for good.

"That was- kind of gross." You grimaces.

"Yeah. Good work Y/n." Leon said.

"What do you mean? You did most of the work." 

"Well, mainly because I have all the cool guns. You just have two?"  He asked incredulously.

"Hey, I didn't know how to shoot a gun before all of this. I think I have made quite an improvement since then." 

"Well you definitely helped. So thank you."

"You're welcome. Now let's get the hell out of here." You said, turning to find the exit to get out of here.

You make your way up the elevator back to where you left Annette.

Once the elevator stopped, you and Leon saw her sitting on the ground leaned up against the wall, gasping in pain from her injuries.

"Jesus. That looks bad." Leon said as you walked to her, leaning down to check on her injuries.

"Feels worse. Believe me." Annette grunted.

"I have a first aid kit, but I don't think it will help much." You said.

"It's fine. I know there is nothing you can do." Annette told you.

"Look, about what you said. I don't know how much I believe it, but I'm willing to-" Leon started.

"Just tell me you'll destroy that G sample." Annette interrupted.

"No, it's evidence. It's going to the FBI." Leon said. 

Annette coughed and looked at you in disbelief. "You trust that bitch?"

You shook your head. "Of course not." 

"What's that supposed to mean?" Leon asked.

"She's not FBI, she's a mercenary. She's gonna sell it. The G-virus is gonna go to the highest bidder." Annette explained.

That… actually makes sense. It also hurts you slightly. You didn't trust her to begin with, but in a weird way you still felt betrayed. You wanted to think she was actually telling you the truth. That she wasn't going to let the G get into the wrong hands. But of course that wasn't the case.

Leon stood and scoffed. "That's bullshit."

Annette pants in pain and goes to lay on her side. "I hope you're right." She grabs her bleeding side in pain. "But if the G-virus gets into the wrong hands…" Annette collapses. Dead.

"Attention. Self-destructive sequence initiated. Use the Central Elevator to evacuate immediately to the bottom level train platform." The computer voice said.

"Well shit. I guess we're heading to the Central Elevator." You said.

"What about Ada?" Leon asked.

"She's probably already there." You said as you turned to leave the room and find the Central Elevator.

You ran to the elevator and saw that Ada was already there. Just as you had expected. You stopped behind Leon as he slowed his pace. Clearly not in a hurry even with the building about to explode.

Ada limped from the elevator toward where you were stood. Leon slowly walked forward and you stood behind him, slightly irritated by the slow pace.

"I was just thinking about you." Leon tells her from across the bridge.

"That makes two of us." The building rumbles and shakes. "I was getting worried about you two." Ada said as she nervously glanced around.

"Y'know, we make a good team. But I gotta ask you something." As he strolls closer. You decided to walk forward and to stand to the left of him as Ada limped down the stairs.

"The way's clear. Please, tell me you both got it." Ada asked, changing the subject. The building rumbles more, making you grow nervous. Ada is now standing just across from the two of you.

"He has it." You said.

"Oh, I got it." Leon confirmed.

"Let me verify the G sample and we'll get the hell out of here." Ada said, holding her hand out.

"Before we do that… We ran into Annette. She claims you're not FBI." Leon started.

"Can we maybe do this when we aren't in a building that's about to blow up?" You asked loudly as you moved to walk closer to the elevator, ready to get the hell out of there. Leon grabbed your arm to prevent you from moving further. You glared and shook his hand off, now standing slightly in between them.

Ada's hand slowly lowered. She shook her head, seemingly saddened. "Oh Leon…" She took her gun out and pointed it at him. "Why couldn't you just hand over the sample?" 

You backed away from the pointed gun, stopping when you realized you're standing just near the edge of the rail-less bridge. That's a safety hazard if you've ever seen one.

"Because I realized, as much as I wanted to trust you…" Leon raised his own gun. "I didn't."

The building rumbled more, making you nearly fumble off the edge. "Guy's, this really isn't the time!" You wanted to move, but you didn't want to risk getting shot at by one of the two.

"I really hoped it wouldn't end up like this…" Ada said. She glanced at you. You weren't sure why though.

"So that's all this was? We were just some pawns to you?" Leon asked, hurt.

"Look, I'm just doing my job." Ada said.

"And I'm doing mine, so drop that damn gun! I'm taking you in."

In where? Raccoon city is destroyed.

"Hand over the sample, Leon. I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to hurt any of you." Ada said.

The bridge behind you and Leon suddenly gave out, making you all stumble. You quickly try walking away from the edge toward the elevator, but Ada points her gun at you. You raised your hands.

"Stop it, Ada! I don't have the G-virus and I don't want anything to do with this argument. Just let me go." You said. 

You didn't want the G to end up in the wrong hands. But you figured Leon playing hero would make everything turn out alright in the end. As opposed to you, who will just make everything worse.

"Hand over the G and I will." Ada said, glancing at Leon to see if he would react. You looked at her in irritation. And, again, somehow hurt. Of course she would threaten you to get what she wants. She's done it before. Why are you surprised?

Leon regained his footing and maintained his raised gun, before lowering it.

"Then you shoot her, but I don't think you can." Leon said. You widen your eyes at him. What the actual hell, Leon? You looked back at Ada, slowly lowering your arms. You really hoped he was right about that.

Ada held the gun steady for a moment, looking conflicted, and almost pained, as she watched you. The longer you studied her features, the more you realized that Leon was right. She really didn't want to shoot either of you. She looked you in the eyes for what seemed like hours before finally lowering her gun. Defeated.

A gunshot suddenly hit her right shoulder. You jumped in surprise as Ada grabbed her arm in pain and you turned to see Annette standing there, gun in hand.

The bridge gave out more, making you scream as you stumbled and fell over the bridge. Ada slid off too but grabbed your arm as Leon grabbed her, trying to keep both you and her from falling to your death. This reminded you a lot of when you were with Jill. 

Ada shouts in pain as your weight tugs on her injured shoulder, but she somehow managed to hold you up. Her blood from the wound dripped onto the exposed skin of your right hand and down your arm, making it very difficult to keep a firm grip.

As Leon grabbed her, the G sample fell out of Leon's pocket, past you and down below into the seemingly endless dark abyss that you were hanging above.

"No one gets that sample now." Annette said, before collapsing once more. 

"Leon." Ada huffed, out of breath from the pain and struggling to keep both you and her hanging there.

"Hold on. I think I can-" Leon tries to lift you both, but the building shakes and the catwalk collapses a little more.

"Shit!" Leon grumbled. Struggling with the weight of both you and Ada. 

You just hang there helplessly, trying to figure out a way to get out of this, to get you all out of this, but you can't.

"Forget it." Ada said.

"Shut up. I've got you both." Leon desperately stated. You all knew that wasn't true.

"It's not worth it."

"Don't do this."

Ada looks down at you before glancing back up. "Take care of yourself, Leon. Get ready, Y/n."

You looked at her in confusion before widening your eyes in realization. "Don't you dare, Ada."

Before Ada slipped from Leon's grasp, she somehow used her strength, despite her injured shoulder, and swung you up to grasp the side of the bridge, falling into the abyss from the motion.

"No!" Leon and you yelled. You are barely hanging on to the side of the bridge, slipping from Ada's blood and the scrapes on your hands. Leon quickly grabbed your arms and tugged you onto what remains of the bridge. He didn't want to lose someone else.

Once you were on the bridge, you looked down in the darkness, seeing nothing. Ada just saved you. You felt like you were going to cry. You may not have trusted Ada or known her well, but you didn't want her dead. Just another person's death that will haunt you for the rest of your life. That is, if you survive.

The building shook more intensely and the bridge shifted. Leon stood to his feet, still looking down. 

"Leon. Leon! We have to go." You shook him back to reality and dragged him to the elevator.

You both made it to the elevator and pushed the button, taking you further down the NEST. Hopefully this train will get you out of here in time.

The elevator finally stopped and you and Leon ran out. The computer voice tells you that there is nine minutes until detonation. 

You are stopped in your tracks when Leon looks to one of the surveillance screens.

"Who's that?" He asked.

"Claire!" You said once the frizzy screen clears a bit.

You had forgotten that Claire and Sherry were down here with you, having been distracted by so many other things and trying not to die. It's good to see they were alright.

"Leon? You guys made it down here too!" Claire said.

"Yeah. But the whole place is coming down. Listen to me, do you have Sherry?"

"Yes. I found her." Claire confirmed.

"You need to take her and get out of here. Fast!" Leon said.

"Yeah. There's a way out. We can make it. Where are you now?" The computer started fizzing out.

"Claire. You still there?"

"Leon? Hey Leon, you're breaking up."

"Forget about us. Just get out of here!" The signal was lost. "Damn it!" 

"Come on. We have to go." You said as you set off toward the train.

You and Leon did your best to avoid and fight off and plant zombies and whatever else came at you as you went.

"Eight minutes until detonation." The computer voice said. Thanks for the reminder.

You made it to a room that was on fire, quickly trying to get to the door. Flames shot out from the walls, blocking the doorway.

You both turned and you shouted when you saw the Tyrant. Right behind you. How long was it following you?

Your scream was cut off as the Tyrant grabbed your throat and lifted you. This night has been full of déjà vu moments.

"Y/n!"

Something explodes near the Tyrant, making it drop you to the ground. Leon helps you stand and something else explodes again, making the catwalk below you collapse and take you with it.

You both grunt from the impact and roll out of the way as the heavy metal falls way too close to comfort.

"Ouch." You gasped.

"We have to keep going…" Leon grunted.

You both make it to some kind of platform that will take us to where the train is. You find the joint plug to get it started and put it in place, pulling the lever and getting the platform to move.

Something explodes once more and the building shakes, debris falling everywhere. A pillar falls and lands near the platform. You looked up and saw the Tyrant walking on a bridge above you and Leon, trench coat burned off. Its right arm was still on fire and mutated. 

"Oh shit..." Leon said.

Yup. This is very familiar.

A piece of structure lands heavily behind you, making you stumble and  try to avoid more falling chunks of rocks and the building.

The Tyrant is knocked off the bridge and landed right on the platform that was moving down the hill. Right in front of you and Leon.

With nowhere to run, you had no choice but to try and fight the Tyrant.

"Alright, come on!" Leon said, taking out his gun. You took out your shotgun and loaded it. You didn't have much ammo left for the shotgun. You'll have to resort to your handgun soon.

The battle was mostly you and Leon running around in circles, trying to find the Tyrant's weakness and avoid being hit with a flaming arm. 

"Five minutes until detonation." The computer voice warned.

You fumbled and fell to the groin as the Tyrant leaped and hit the floor beside you, making you lose balance and fall. You quickly rolled to a stand and ran to Leon.

"I don't think these guns are doing anything." You said as you swapped out your shotgun for the handgun.

"We have to keep going!" Leon yelled.

The building shook and more beams collapsed. You paused when you saw a weapon case with a rocket launcher land on the platform. Where the hell did that come from?

"Where did this thing come from?" Leon asked, just as confused.

"I don't know! Just use it." You yelled.

Leon quickly grabbed the rocket launcher and shut the Tyrant, making the entire top half of the creature get shot off and killing it once and for all.

You watched in disbelief as the bottom half of the Tyrant fell to the floor. "Holy shit! Can I have that?" You asked, reaching for the rocket launcher.

"Hell no." Leon said, pulling it out of your reach.

"You have arrived at the bottom level." The computer voice said as the platform reached its destination.

You ran off the platform and toward the exit. Zombies started flowing out of the door and you backed up as Leon used the rocket launcher to blow them to bits.

You reached the railroad and saw the train had already departed. More explosions and debris fell behind you and you both gasped.

"Shit. We gotta get out of here." Leon said.

You sighed and you and Leon ran as fast as you could to jump into the train before it was gone for good.

You quickly pulled yourself onto the moving train and dragged Leon on as more explosions went off and heat grazed your skin.

The train makes it to the safety of the tunnel, taking you away from NEST. You and Leon sat on the train's edge and took a moment to catch your breath.

Leon grunted in pain and grabbed the wristband Ada gave him from his pocket.

"I can't believe I actually miss her…" Leon said.

You glanced at him. "Well, she made quite an impression, Leon. I'm not surprised."

"Do you miss her too?" Leon asked.

You paused. Did you miss her? You didn't really know her well. At all, really. But part of you did feel guilty about what happened to Ada. Maybe Leon would have been able to save her if she hadn't been holding onto you. She wouldn't have fallen to her death.

"I wish I could have gotten to know her more." You simply said.

Leon hummed and nodded, tossing the wristband off the train.

You stand up and hold out a hand for Leon. He took it and you both tiredly made your way to the door of the train.

"Claire!" Leon said when he saw Claire and Sherry standing in the room.

"Leon!" Claire said, surprised and happy to see him. She looked at you. "And you! I don't think I ever got your name." 

"Y/n. Good to see you and Sherry are alright." You said.

"It's so good to see you both!" Claire grinned.

"I told you I'd make it out, didn't I?" Leon smiled.

"You did."

The train suddenly shook violently. It came from the train car behind ours.

"What was that?" Claire asked.

"I don't know." Leon said.

"Nothing good, I assume." You muttered.

"You two stay here with Sherry. I'm gonna go check it out." Claire declared.

You both nodded in agreement. You watched as she left and stood there for a few minutes, waiting.

You heard gunshots and you and Leon looked at each other with concern. You open the door and see Claire trying to kill some mutated monster that had taken over the entire train car.

"Claire!" Leon yelled as Claire fell over. "We gotta lose that car!" 

Leon got to work trying to disconnect the cars as you tried to help Claire by shooting the monster with any bullets you had left.

Claire stumbles up, and with a large metal pole in hand, stabs the giant eyeball of the mutated monster.

"You like that?" Claire yelled. "Goodbye fucker!" She pulled the pole out and goo shot out of the eye. The monster screeched in pain.

"Grab my hand!" Leon yelled.

Claire was quickly pulled to the train car you were standing in. The other train car with the monster disconnected and fell behind, falling into the flames chasing the train from the explosion. 

You all continued watching the flames in silence. The train quickly sped away from the NEST and away from Raccoon City. 

You sighed and closed your eyes. Resting for however long this train will go.

-September 30, 1998-

When the train had made it out of the tunnels and to its final destination, you realized it was now daytime. You had made it another day. You had made it of Raccoon City.

"So, are you guys like boyfriend and girlfriend?" Sherry asked Leon and Claire. You all were walking along a road in seemingly the middle of nowhere. No specific destination in mind yet.

"No, we're just uh… well we actually just met…last night?" Leon said.

Claire huffed a laugh. "Yeah... That would have been a helluva first date, though." 

"Yeah. You have no idea." Leon said.

"What about you two?" Sherry asked, pointing to you and Leon.

"Nope. Same thing. We just met last night." You told her. Not wanting to get in depth about your preferences.

Sherry nodded, before pointing forward. "Look! He might be able to give us a ride."

We all looked forward and saw a semi truck heading our direction down the road.

"What if it's not just the city?" Claire asked.

"Get Sherry out of here." He told you both.

"Come on." Claire told Sherry. You three made some distance, just to be safe. From what? Zombie drivers?

The truck just drove by you four with a middle finger pointed at you all. You snorted. What an ass.

"Well he was friendly." Leon shrugged with a laugh, making you chuckle. 

"So… is it over?" Claire asked as she and Sherry ran up.

"I don't know. But if it's not, we'll stop it. Whatever it takes." Leon replied.

"Yeah, you're damn right we will!" Claire agreed.

"As long as we stick together, we'll be fine. Come on." Leon said.

You weren't sure how long you planned to stick around with them. But for the foreseeable future, you had nowhere else to go.

Claire and Leon each grab one of Sherry's hands as you walk behind them.

"Hey! you guys could adopt me." Sherry said.

"Uh." Leon started.

"Adopt you?" Claire laughed.

Oh, sweet Sherry, we're all in our early 20's. I don't really think we're ready for children. You didn't want to be the one to tell her and crush her spirit, though.

"We can get a puppy!" Sherry continued.

"A puppy?"

"And a parrot."

"A parrot? Great…"

"I always wanted pets, but my mom said they were too messy."

"Eh…yeah." Claire agreed.

You smirked and shook your head, sighing in exhaustion. You desperately wanted a bed. But from the looks of it, you all had a long way to go. You desperately needed a break from everything soon.

You just hoped everything from here on out will go smoothly.

[spookymystery67]

I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN: Didn't have time to re-read this chapter today, so sorry if it sucks. But Ada is in it, so that's a plus. Anyways, enjoy.

TW: violence, language, ummm typical Resident Evil stuff, ect. I didn't re-read so sorry. By this point, most of you should know I suck at TW's. My apologies.

Chapter 9:

September 29, 1998-

"That's what you're wearing under that coat? And I thought the shoes were bad." You said in disbelief.

She had taken her trench coat off to cover Leon with it. She was wearing a pretty red dress that clung to her figure with spaghetti straps holding it up. It was gorgeous. But so impractical that it confused you on how she was just walking around and killing zombies in that.

"What? Do I look bad?" She asked sarcastically.

"You know very well you don't look bad. I was just surprised. Aren't you uncomfortable?" You asked.

"Not really. It's hot down here. If anything, you should be uncomfortable." She motioned toward your hoodie.

She was right. It was weirdly hot down here. But you didn't want to take off your hoodie. Bloodstains be damned. This hoodie has been your protection against zombie bites. You really don't want to leave any flesh bare at the moment.

"Yeah, I am. Thanks for noticing. Can we go now?"

"Hang on, I have to call in and update H.Q." she told you. 

You waved her off and stood to the side, pretending not to hear the one sided conversation.

"I'm right outside of the facility, in pursuit of Annette …. If it's not on her. It must be in the NEST…. I have someone that can lead me to it." She briefly glanced at you, before looking away.

"Once it's in hand, I'll call for extraction." She finished, putting the radio away.

"Ready?" She asked. You glanced at Leon before nodding. "You can run, Annette. But you can't hide." She muttered.

"Alright. So doors a bust. But a vent leading toward the NEST is this way." You said, glancing at your map.

"After you." Ada said.

You both make it to the vent and you tilted your head in thought. How do you get past the giant fan?

"Any ideas on how to get in there?" You asked her.

"I may have one." Ada said as she grabbed a gadget from her purse thing wrapped around her left shoulder. Holster? It held her gun too.

She aimed and held the button, making the fan spin faster and faster, until it exploded and broke, giving us room to get through it. You gapped in disbelief. Who makes this stuff?

"Candy from a baby." Ada said smugly.

"Huh. I want one." You joked.

"In your dreams." She smirked, tucking it back in her holster and climbing up the ladder.

You climbed up after her and the two of you made your way through the long-winding tunnel.

"So, the plan is to get to Annette, see if she has the G-virus, and if she doesn't, go search the labs?" You asked.

Ada nodded. "She would have moved any virus sample left over the week. Which means it's best to get her to tell us directly so we wouldn't have to search the whole lab. But we will if necessary."

"Okay, but what is the FBI going to use the G-virus for?" 

"Evidence."

"Couldn't you just take pictures of the underground lab that we are currently standing in? Or take the files? Or look at the city above us and see all the zombies walking around? Is that not enough?" 

"It's more complicated than that." Ada snapped, done with that conversation.

The more you think about the things Ada had said, the more it doesn't make sense. Why would the FBI specifically need the G-virus? Why not any of the others? Plus, wouldn't the files laying around the entire lab be enough evidence to take down Umbrella? The emails exchanged between employees? Were you just overthinking it?

You and Ada reached the end of the vent. She used her device to make the fan spin and explode. Once the exit was clear, you climbed down. Neither of you knew exactly where to find Annette, so you just continued to make your way deeper into the NEST toward the lab. You were carefully avoiding zombies here and there as you went. 

You'll see what you encounter first. The lab or Annette.

As you finished that thought, you paused in a hallway when you saw the Tyrant standing there, coming out of nowhere, and slowly marching toward you both. 

"How the hell did it survive?" You asked as you and Ada quickly ducked and ran around the creature, continuing in the direction you were heading before.

"I'm not sure. Let's just keep going, but at a much faster pace." Ada said.

So that's what you did. Running through the maze of vents and halls, deeper and deeper into the NEST.

You and Ada went through a doorway and onto a catwalk. You ran across the catwalk and made it to a small elevator that would take you up a floor to the next catwalk. As you went down the catwalk, you saw Annette in another room through a glass window that was likely used for observations of some kind.

"Got you now." Ada said, both running through the door to the direction that Annette was just seen. "Always been good at running, Annette. I'll give you that."

Ada must know more about Annette Birkin than you did. It sounded like they had interacted in the past. You wondered what happened in those moments that garnered such hatred between the two. 

Ada began using her fancy hacking gadget to unlock the door when you heard the familiar stomps of the Tyrant. You really hated those things with a burning passion.

"Ugh." You huffed.

"Persistent bastard, aren't you?" Ada snarked.

She quickly switches something around with her gadget and pulls the lever, finally getting the door to open. Just in time as the Tyrant was right behind you. 

You ducked into the room quickly, avoiding a hit from the Tyrant. You don't see Annette. 

"Try to avoid him while I get this vent opened." Ada explained.

"Sounds like a plan." You agreed.

Ada quickly got the fan to come off, but the vent didn't fully open. You huffed and slid through the gaps and Ada followed soon after as the Tyrant went to grab her. You landed on your feet, but fumbled and tripped as you lost your balance, making you land roughly on your bruised and scraped knees that haven't really had the chance to heal the last few days..

"Fuck!" You huffed as you slowly pushed yourself to your feet. "That was close."

"Yeah. I don't think we're in the clear." Ada said, glancing over your figure as she saw you wince in pain. She raised a brow in silent question, but you just waved her off. You'll survive.

You both ran down the hall and up a set of stairs toward the direction you think Annette had gone. You approached a locked sliding door that you realized you needed a pass to get through. 

You glanced at Ada. "That thing wouldn't happen to work on this door, would it?"

"Sadly, no. Let's look around."

Looking around, you came across a room with something shining at the bottom. Could be useful.

"Hey, maybe this is something." You said as you walked down the slanted floor to grab the item from the floor. It was a pass on a wristband.

"That's exactly what we needed. Good job." Ada praised. You couldn't help but smile slightly as you handed her the pass. Feeling slightly awkward, you looked at your surroundings and away from Ada.

The room was slanted, like it was on a hill. Charred remains lie on the floor. And- Oh. Wait.

"This is the furnace room." You deadpanned. This was a trap.

"Looks like it." Ada hummed, realizing what you had. 

"We should-" you motioned to the exit.

"Yeah." Ada nodded in agreement. You both began to make your way out, but the large metal doors to your exit slid down quickly, locking you in. A metal slot slid open, showing Annette's face.

"Bravo. Gonna burn us alive now?" Ada deadpanned.

"You'll never get your filthy hands on the G." Annette said. Her eyes moved to you. "And you. Just passing through?" She asked sarcastically.

You shrugged sheepishly and huffed an uncomfortable laugh. "Well, uh, things changed."

"You want the G too? Or did she trick you into working with her? She's good at that." Annette said.

"I'm not the only one after it. You realize that." Ada said, changing the subject.

"Then you won't die alone." Annette said, she looked at you. "You shouldn't have decided to work with her." She told you as she shut the metal slot, the furnace was activated seconds later.

Ada quickly began to do her thing with the device as the room got hotter and hotter in the span of seconds as fire burned at your feet.

"Hey, Ada? I don't mean to rush you but I don't really feel like being burned alive at the moment." You nervously said.

"Almost there." Ada reassured, sweat began to form on the both of you. The heat felt a hundred times more intense thanks to your thick hoodie that was meant for the cold and bitter air above ground.

She finally got the door to explode and you both quickly ran out of the room. You turned back and saw the furnace room had stopped working. Good riddance.

"That bitch knows what she's doing." Ada admitted.

We walked to the door that needed a pass, and it immediately opened.

"Visitor clearance confirmed. Your ID is authorized until OCTOBER FIRST. Please return before this date." A computer voice said.

"Not gonna happen." Ada said. You finally took off your jacket revealing your dark purple t-shirt, and discarded it. It was covered in blood and mud stains anyways. It was time to let it go.

"Finally gave up on it?" Ada asked as you both ran down the hall.

"It was too far gone. There was no saving it. Plus, it's really hot here."

Once again you appeared on another catwalk and ran in the direction you thought Annette went. The large room seemed to be some kind of indoor junk yard. You both paused when a spot light turned on a ways away in front of you.

"Enough, with this cat a mouse game." Ada demanded, glancing over to the window of the control room where Annette stood. She was as tired of this bullshit as you were.

"The game is over. You lost." Annette said.

"Tell me, is your husband still alive? Or did you kill him? So you could take credit for G." Ada asked.

"Interesting theory. What, did she not tell you?" Annette asked, pointing to you as she began pressing buttons and activating something. "Your new friend was there. Didn't she mention it?"

You looked around nervously as mechanisms began to hum to life. Maybe you should move.

"You don't cooperate, I'll get a sample from the NEST." Ada said simply.

"Over my dead body." Annette snarled, activating a lever.

You quickly jumped to the ledge just outside of the path of the giant, metallic claw that was swept across the catwalk. Ada wasn't as lucky in avoiding it as you were. She grasped at the safety bars, attempting to prevent her fall, but the bars fell apart from the damage to the catwalk the claw had caused.

You gasped as she fell with a scream and ran to the edge of the catwalk. You looked down the debris filled room to see a glimmer of red. You heard her yell in pain.

 Yay. She's not dead.

"Ada? You okay?" You shouted.

"Uh, no!" She yelled back. You sighed as you began to look for a ways down.

"Hang on, I'll find a way down." You told her as you glanced at the control room. Annette was still there.

"She's not who you think she is. You know that right?" Annette asked you.

"Maybe. But I'm not just gonna leave her there." You said as you made your way to a ladder leading down towards the metallic junk.

"It won't matter in the end. You'll both die before ever leaving NEST." Annette said, making you pause at the ladder.

"What makes you say that?" You questioned hesitantly, not sure if you wanted to hear the answer.

"William." Annette simply said as she walked off. You heard a distant, loud, roar and a shiver ran down your spine. Right. William.

"Fucking shit. I forgot about him." You muttered as you climbed down the ladder. You have been lucky enough not to cross paths with the mutated William. You suppose your luck would run out soon.

You reached the floor and set off to the direction Ada was laying. You walked around a pile of debris and saw Ada laying on the ground. A piece of sharp metal was lodged into her leg.

"Oh. Yeah, I can see how you're not okay." You said as you kneeled beside her and took your bag off to grab the first aid kit.

"Yeah? What gave it away?" Ada snarked.

"Hmm, well the scream of pain kinda rang some alarm bells. But hey. It could have been worse. You could have been impaled by that." You said, pointing to the large piece of metal not too far from where she landed. Big enough to impale her torso.

Ada shivered when she followed your pointed finger. "Yeah. This I prefer." She sat up, careful not to disturb her injury.

"Me too. I've been traumatized enough, thank you." You said, reaching into the med kit to grab the gauze, bandages, and medical tape. "Do we disinfect the wound when we pull that out?" You weren't sure how to treat stab wounds.

"Yes. I don't want an infection." She grabbed the kit and looked through what you had. "This will do." She handed you the bottle of disinfectant from the kit. "Here, I can bandage myself up. You can pull the shrapnel out."

"C- can we switch jobs?" You asked, not really wanting to hurt her.

"I can't pull it out. And I can't walk like this." Ada sighed.

You hesitated, hand drawing closer to the shrapnel. "I don't really want to hurt you." 

"You killed a man not that long ago. You can pull out some shrapnel." She deadpanned.

You flinched, but tried to ignore the comment. "Yeah, well, he was an asshole. Which you are kind of being right now. But you're in pain, so I'll allow it." You weakly joked, hand hovering over the metal.

"Thanks." She snorted.

"Just this once though." You said as you quickly pulled the metal out of her leg.

"Bitch!" Ada yelled in pain, irritated with the lack of warning. You tried not to laugh. It wasn't funny. She's in pain. 

Eh, it was kind of funny.

"I deserve that." You said as you grabbed the bottle of disinfectant and bandages from her.

"You do. I can patch myself up." Ada said grumpily, grunting in pain every now and then. She moved to take the bandage away but you slapped her wrist away.

"Just stay still and shut up." You demanded.

"Wow. You have wonderful bedside manners." She sarcastically stated.

"Yeah, and my parents wanted me to be a doctor." You laughed. You? A doctor? Yeah right.

Ada actually chuckled at the thought. "I haven't even known you a day and even I know that you would have been a terrible doctor."

"I fully agree. But, look at how well I just patched you up." You grinned, proud of your work.

Ada examined the wound. "Well, I'm not bleeding out. So good job, Y/n." 

"Careful. You almost sounded grateful. It will ruin your badass FBI persona." 

"You're right, we can't have that." Ada snarked back.

You changed your position from sitting on your knees to sitting with your legs crossed in front of you. Ada sat across from you.

"So, want to try walking around? Or do you want to wait for Leon to inevitably show up. He's probably already up and looking for us." You said.

Ada thought for a moment. "Let's wait for him. We're gonna need his help with finding the G." 

"Alright. You're the boss." You shrugged.

"Oh, am I now?" She asked.

"Well you know more about this covert mission stuff than I do."

"I don't know, you seemed to have held your own before I even got here. You got into the NEST before I did. Even got past Annette…" She complimented before trailing off. "And you know what happened to her husband, William?" Ada asked curiously.

You sighed and nodded. "Trying to butter me up for information? All you have to do is ask, Ada."

"Alright. What happened? Did you see?"

"Unfortunately. He was cornered by some men in combat gear. They were after the G, which seems to be the common theme for the past few days…" Your voice faded as your thoughts overcame your mind. 

"And?" Ada urged.

"And he decided that, rather than let them get away with it and die from his gunshot wounds, he should inject himself with the G-virus instead. So, we might encounter a mutated William Birkin while down here. Have that to look forward to." You weakly stated as you fiddled with a piece of metal, eyes gazing into the distance.

"So he caused this outbreak? Not Annette?" 

"From what I've seen. Yes. William did start this. Although Annette clearly had a part in it too. My guess is that the men in combat gear didn't get too far. Must have somehow spread in the chaos." 

"Hmm. Possibly. Thank you. For telling me." Ada said.

"You'd find out one way or another. Not that it matters much to your mission."

"No. But it is nice to know. I like to get to know everything I can. So I won't go in blind." Ada told you.

"That makes sense. I did the same thing before coming here. I was still unprepared. Nearly got lost because I didn't snag a map."

"How did you get out?"

"Annette, actually. She helped me out."

"She just, let you go? That doesn't sound like her."

"Well I obviously didn't tell her that I was investigating Umbrella and stealing information to show everyone how sketchy the company is. I think she had more important things to deal with than some girl that one of the scientists snuck in."

Ada goes to respond, but is interrupted by a familiar voice. "Ada? Y/n? Where are you?"

"Over here!" Ada yelled.

Leon came running around the corner. "There you two are. I was getting worried there for a sec." 

"We were waiting for you, slow poke." You teased.

Leon huffed a laugh. "What happened?" He asked, gesturing to the wound on Ada's leg.

"I fell." Ada deadpanned.

"More like you got thrown off the platform, but yeah." You muttered. She threw you a half-hearted glare and you raised your hands in mock surrender.

"So, what now?" Leon asked.

"Get yourself out of here. While you still can." Ada said. 

You raised a brow. She made you wait for him, claiming that he could help with finding the G-virus, and now she wants him to leave. What? What's her play here?

"I'm not just gonna leave you. Not like this." Leon told her.

"You don't understand. The situation is worse than I thought." Ada said, almost helplessly. 

Pathetically. 

She was not like this just moments ago. What's her play- Oh. She knows Leon's type. The knight in shining armor. She wants to use that to her advantage. She knows he won't leave her. Funny, you almost forgot that this was the same person who would have left you for dead in that cell if you weren't useful to her mission. You shouldn't have been so surprised. You shouldn't have let your guard down. You were an idiot.

"You're not getting rid of me that easily. You protected me. Now it's my turn." Leon said. You stood and crossed your arms, watching the scene from a distance.

"Didn't realize we were keeping score." Ada joked, referencing earlier. Leon helped her up.

"Grab my shoulder." Leon said.

"Don't push it rookie." Ada defended, slapping his hand away.

"Okay. Just trying to help." Leon said.

"You wanna help? We have to get to the NEST."

"NEST?"

"Umbrella's lab, remember? Right beneath us. That's where the virus samples are. You up for this?"

"Think I can fit it in my schedule."

You sighed and groaned loudly. "Alright, I've seen enough. Let's go love birds. Watch your step, Ada." You turned to walk ahead to the exit.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Leon asked, following behind you and a limping Ada.

"I've been in this situation for a week now, Leon. I want to get this shit show over with and get the hell out of here. And I can only do that after I uphold my end of the bargain." You said, leading them toward the direction of the cable car.

"Even though we failed to save your friends?" Leon questioned. You paused in your step and shut your eyes in frustration.

"Why do you both keep bringing them up? How am I supposed to move on when you're just reminding me of my dead friends every five minutes. Stay out of my business and I'll stay out of yours." You snapped. They just kept prying, and you were over it.

"Woah, okay. I shouldn't have brought them up. I am sorry, though, about your friends." Leon said, face looking like a kicked puppy once more. How are you supposed to be angry at him when he looked at you like that? Damn your soft heart.

"Sure you are. You didn't know them. To the both of you, they're just two more faces of the thousands of dead that you've already forgotten. So please, focus on this mission so we can all go our separate ways when it's over. And hopefully never see each other again." You told them. 

You were over it. Over the fake sympathies and Umbrella and this entire city. You're tired. You didn't want to do this anymore.

"The cable car will take us further down to NEST. This wristband is our ticket to ride." Ada gestured to her wrist, breaking the silence.

"Nice. Where'd you get that?" Leon asked.

"Y/n found it."

"You're welcome." You said dryly.

"Anyway, we're almost there." Ada told him as she limped after you.

You walked through a door and held it open, Ada and Leon walked through. Or in Ada's case, limped.

She folds over in pain. "Ugh, this damn leg."

"Let me carry you." Leon insisted.

She shook her head. "No. That'd only make me feel worse. How's the shoulder?"

"Worse than it looks." He brushed off.

"What a pair. Both got one foot in the grave." Ada snarked.

You finally made it to the cable car door. "Here we are." You said.

Ada limped forward and used the wrist band to unlock the door.  It unlocked and you walked in, immediately going to sit on one of the benches, not bothering to even try and figure out how to work the cable car. Ada sat on a bench further down the cable car, which was slanted and had stairs for some reason. Interesting design choice.

"This may be a one way ride. So be prepared, you two." Ada warned.

"Not like I have a choice. Unless you're giving me the option to leave too?" You asked for across the car.

Ada shook her head. "We'll need you, Y/n. You know where to find the G. Or, at least, where to start."

Oh, so Leon got a choice and you don't? You doubted she needed you. You really did. So why was she keeping you here? What could you possibly add to the mission?

Leon started the cable car and it began its descent further into the NEST. 

"This tram is bound for NEST. Do not exit until the final destination." A computer voice said.

"You know what I was thinking? I can't wait for the FBI to raid Umbrella headquarters and take those bastards to justice." Leon said. 

Yeah, if only.

"I agree… But to be clear, you're not working in official capacity. This is a federal case. Once we get the G-virus, I'm back on my own." Ada told him.

Leon seemed a bit annoyed by this and turned around to look away. You couldn't really tell what he was thinking.

"Hey, Leon. Trust me?" Ada asked.

He walked up the stairs toward her. "You trust me?"

Ada huffed a laugh. "Honestly… If I didn't you'd probably be dead."

"Right." Leon scoffed.

"What about you, Y/n?" She asked, taking your attention from looking out the windows.

"What about me?" You asked, not really paying attention to the conversation.

"Do you trust me? Trust us?" Ada repeated.

You looked at her and Leon, pausing for a moment, before shaking your head. "No."

"No?" Leon questioned, confused and curious.

"No." You repeated. "I barely know you both. We've been together for five, maybe six hours. I don't trust that easily. Especially strangers." 

"Smart. I don't blame you for that. But for this to work, I need you to trust us. Trust me." Ada tried.

You hummed. "Yeah, well, I'll try not to ruin your plans. How about that?" 

You could meet in the middle and work together, but trust? That's a stretch. It's a lot to ask for. You've been disappointed and betrayed by those you've trusted before. In return you've always been careful when it comes to that. Hell, it took a couple weeks before you even fully trusted Ben. Especially when he started dating Katherine. 

A pang in your heart. No. Don't think about them. Survive now, grieve later. 

"Why don't you trust us? We've saved your life." Leon said.

"Yes. And I thank you for that. But in case you've forgotten, which I haven't, you also threatened to leave me for dead in that cell with Ben's body if I didn't cooperate. Not exactly a good first impression."

Ada nodded in reluctant understanding. "Look, I thought I might need yours and Y/n's help… and I was right. If you both can secure the G-virus I can make sure what happened in Raccoon City never happens again."

Leon sits next to her. "Ada. You said it yourself. It's a federal case. I don't have the authority-"

"Look at me." Ada interrupted. Leon went silent and she huffed. "I'm a liability now. If I'm gonna finish this case, you both are the last hope I've got."

Ah, so that was her plan. Make us do her dirty work.

Leon looked conflicted. "I'm not just gonna leave you here. What if you're attacked? What if you need help-"

Ada kisses Leon. She kisses him. For a good few seconds. You grimaced and turned to look out the windows, never a fan of PDA. 

Didn't they just meet each other? Must be another manipulation tactic. Kiss the man to shut him up and get him to listen.

"I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. I gotta see this through. And I want to see you again." She placed a hand on his thigh. "I got plenty to live for. Trust me." 

Is that flirting? Is she flirting?

Really fucking awkward. Oh wow, look at that. The building structure is amazing. You could give Umbrella a point for cool underground labs. That leaves them at -99. 

"Now arriving at NEST." The computer voice said.

"Go. Please. We don't have much time. You're gonna need this." She took off the wrist band and gave it to Leon.

"Okay." Leon said, ready to be the hero. "You coming, Y/n?" Leon asked you. 

You glanced at Ada and saw her look at you pleadingly. You rolled your eyes and walked over to her.

"Fine. I'll do your dirty work for you, seeing as you're incapable at the moment. But after this, I don't want to see you ever again. I don't really appreciate being manipulated." You said quietly, so Leon wouldn't hear from the doorway.

"I haven't been manipulating you-" Ada started.

"You have. And Leon too. You know it." You shrugged. "It's fine. I'll get you your G-virus. I just better not find out it has landed in the wrong hands because of you. I really don't want a repeat of Raccoon City, Ada. I don't want to have a part in that again. You can understand that, can you?" You questioned.

"I understand. You can trust me, Y/n." Ada said. 

You looked her in the eye and studied her face. You were conflicted. It was odd. Every single part of you wanted to trust her, but you knew you couldn't. That you shouldn't.

"We'll see. Stay safe, Ada." You said as you turned and walked away from her.

"I'm counting on you both." Ada said.

"I know." Leon responded. You just went out, not wanting to stay there anymore.

Time to go get the G-virus.

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I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN: Took me all day to re-read and edit this chapter and I'm still not 100% happy with it, but it is what it is. I hope you all enjoy it!

TW: Death, gore, zombie dogs, Brian Irons, language, angst, mention of sexual assault, ect. Typical Resident Evil stuff.

Chapter 8:

September 29, 1998-

"Why didn't you tell that man who the cause of all this was?" Claire asked you as she and the rest followed your lead through the streets to the orphanage. You've had to kill a few zombies and zombie dogs here and there. But nothing too extreme that your group of four couldn't handle.

"Because it wouldn't have changed anything. His wife would still be dead. His daughter would have still died. What would he have done with that information?"

"He could have fought with us. Instead of-" Leon started.

"Instead of killing himself? Look Leon, Kendo had already made up his mind right when his wife died and his daughter was infected. He had his chance last night to get out of here and decided to stay. He wouldn't have changed his mind. Not because of anything I would say to him. He didn't know me." You told him firmly.

"You could've-" You interrupt him once more, not bothering to stop your fast pace to the orphanage.

"You could have let Ben and I out sooner if you believed him. If the chips were nearby, you could have saved him. If I had paid more attention and seen Irons coming, I could have gotten Ben and Katherine out of here already. I could have stopped this whole thing a week ago if I wasn't a wimp and just shot William Birkin. Hell, Annette Birkin could have ended it if she shot him. The military could have. The police could have. Umbrella could have. So many possibilities, yet this is what is happening right now." You gestured out to the city as you paused in your step. "And there isn't much control I or any of us have over the situation. Bottom line, stop focusing on what you or I could have done in the past to improve what is happening now. Focus on what you can do right now to prevent shit from getting worse for us later. Okay?" You tell him.

He thought your words over for a moment before nodding in agreement. There is no point in focusing on what could have happened.

"You sound like you needed to hear that more than I did." He commented.

"Yeah, well, it's been a long week." You sighed.

"I just got here. So did Claire." Leon stated, trying to keep conversation going.

"I can tell, you're both nowhere near as filthy as I am." You snorted. "And Ada clearly just got here too. No way in hell she has been running around in those heels all week." 

"What's with you and my shoes?" Ada questioned, torn between amused and annoyed.

"I will admit, part of me is slightly jealous that you can walk in those so easily. I wouldn't be able to wear a pair of heels to save my life." You said, as you glanced at her. "And what's with the sunglasses? It's night time. Are you trying to maintain an air of mystery or something?" You teased, trying to lighten the mood.

"Sure. If that's what you want to think." Ada snorted. You nodded, a slight smile on your face.

Yes. That's exactly what she was doing.

"There's the gate to the orphanage." Claire pointed out. The gate in question had cartoon animals painted on it, so you knew she was right.

You paused when you heard a series of growls behind your group. You all quickly turned to look behind you and saw a horde of zombie dogs running in your direction. Too fast and too many for you to comfortably shoot at the moment.

"Run!" Leon yelled. Your group had no arguments as you all ran toward the orphanage gate as fast you could. Ada in the lead. Which, again, heels. How?

You quickly slammed the gate shut and locked it behind you. You gasped for breath and turned to check on everyone.

"Okay?" They nodded and you nodded back. "Alright. Onwards." You said as you quickly walked up the long cobblestone path to the front door and opened it, briefly escaping the rain.

The place was full of children's stuff. You had two choices on where you could go. Up the stairs or down the hall.

"Maybe we can split up?" 

Just as Leon suggested that, you heard a scream of pain. The voice sounded male. You all quickly ran down the hall toward the noise. A little girl ran into you with a gasp, before quickly hiding behind you.

"You little bitch! You'll pay for that!" Irons yelled, before pausing when he came face to face with you and your handgun pointed directly at his face.

"Hey, Chief. Long time no see." You spat, glaring darkly at the man. You notice burn marks on his face and smirk. "Nice job, Sherry." 

Sherry seemed a little conflicted with the praise. On one hand, she hurt someone. On the other hand, that someone was an awful person who was going to hurt her.

"Seriously, good job." Claire reassured her as she led Sherry further behind the group. Leon and Ada each had a gun in hand just in case Irons tried anything funny.

"Thanks." Sherry whispered shyly.

"Alright, you know why I'm here, Irons. Where's Katherine?" You asked, the gun held steady in your grasp.

He stumbled for a response, eyes darting every which way for a possible exit. Your eyes narrowed.

"Don't make me ask again. Where is she?" You were getting more and more pissed off the longer he hesitated. Your worry began gnawing at your stomach, making you feel a little nauseous.

"There's a girl on the table." Sherry said.

"You little-" you cut him off with a click as you cocked your pistol.

“Shut up. Where, Sherry? In that room?" You asked as calmly as you could, pointing toward the direction she came running from.

"Y-yes. But I don't think she's okay." Sherry hesitated.

Your heart dropped. You grit your teeth and clenched your jaw. You took a deep breath in an attempt to maintain calm. "Really? Well, why don't we go see? Claire, stay with Sherry please." 

She nodded. "Of course. Come on, Sherry. We'll wait in the lobby." She grabbed Sherry's hand and led her away from what is likely about to be a very violent scene.

"You two can do whatever you want. I'm taking Irons here to see the damage." You said to Ada and Leon. You grabbed Irons arm roughly and placed the gun against his head so he wouldn't try anything.

"We'll go with you. In case you need back up." Leon stated. Ada simply nodded in agreement.

Leon clearly wanted to assist you out of the kindness of his heart. You couldn't tell why Ada would help you. Those large sunglasses really do block any minuscule signs of emotion, making it extremely difficult to read her. You assumed that was probably the point.

"Alright, after you. No funny business." You told Irons as you shoved him forward, arm still held tightly in your grasp.

He reluctantly moved forward. He opened the door to the room and you shoved him forward once more when he hesitated in the doorway.

You walked in and examined the room, nearly wanting to throw up as you gasped at the sight before you, letting go of the man's arm in shock.

It was Katherine, lying flat on the table in her pretty white dress. Her skin was paler with a tint of blue to it. 

You hesitantly walked forward and reached out to check her pulse, flinching slightly when you felt her slightly cool skin. Her heartbeat was gone. She hadn't been gone long.

Katherine was dead.

Irons turned to run away once he was out of your grasp, but Leon grabbed him by the arms and Ada quickly pointed her gun at him, making him freeze once more.

Tears were sliding down your face for what seemed like the millionth time today. You had been so close. So close to saving her. But you were too late.

Despite your conversation with Leon earlier, your mind couldn't help but go through the what-ifs and what you could have done differently. For starters, you could have not stopped and wasted your time with conversations. You could have not stopped at Kendo's gun shop and looked through it to see if there was anything of use left. You could have just made a run for it from the police station to the damn orphanage.

What if. 

Could have. 

What could have been.

You sniffled and choked back a sob, turning to glare at the man responsible with pure hatred rolling through every fiber of your being. You hated this man. You loathed him. And you wanted him gone.

Your tears had fallen down your face and you wiped them away, not wanting to look weak in front of the man. You raised your gun at him, ready to shoot his fucking face off. Ada and Leon stood back and watched the scene unfold, guns in hand in case something were to go wrong.

Irons fully laughed at you, deranged and disbelieving. "You won't shoot me, girl. You couldn't. Even if you wanted to." 

You laughed bitterly. "I wouldn't be so sure about that." Your sharp eyes pierced through his. If you didn't know anything about this man, the psychotic look on his burned face would tell you exactly everything you'd need to know. 

He did this.

You walked closer to Irons and held your gun steadily toward him.

"You're going to confirm everything I know. Out loud!" You told him, the venom in your voice and gun raised directly at his forehead showing him how serious you are.

"And why would I do that?" 

"Because I will shoot you if you don't." You pushed the barrel of the gun on his forehead for emphasis.

He went to grab the gun in his holster, but you quickly reared back and pistol whipped him in the face, hard, knocking him back and sending him to the floor, grunting. 

"Toss the gun away, or the next thing I do with this gun is kill you!" You snapped.

He seemed to understand that you weren't joking around. Still sprawled on the ground with a bruised and bloodied cheek, burn marks on his now disfigured face.

He now looked on the outside how he was on the inside, in your opinion. 

Slowly, he grabbed the gun from his side and put it on the ground.

"Slide it to them." You motion with your head towards Ada and Leon, and he reluctantly slid his gun across the room toward the exit, Ada quickly picked it up.

"Stand up, and back up toward the wall." He did as you said, away from any doors or windows to run from, leaving you standing by the table with the body of your dead best friend. But you refused to look away from him.

"Now, I want you to answer everything I ask truthfully. Do you understand?" He nodded, eyes glaring into you. "Did you or did you not accept bribes from Umbrella to keep the police from investigating them?"

"I did." He confirmed.

"Did you or did you not, become in charge of the Raccoon City Orphanage to help disguise Umbrella's use of child test subjects and experimentation?" Leon gasped slightly at the question, not understanding how anyone could go as far as to hurt children in the name of science.

"I did." Irons eyes darted for an exit strategy, but stopped when Ada pointed her gun at him in your support. Leon followed her action by raising his own gun.

"LOOK AT ME!" You shouted angrily, causing everyone to jump and Irons to look at you. "Are you or are you not a rapist and a serial killer?"

"...I am."

"Did you or did you not kill your secretary this June after she uncovered your dealings with Umbrella?"

He glanced away, and you turned your gun and shot it at the wall on his left side. He jumped and shouted in surprise, raising his arms up higher. 

"I did!"

"Did you snatch eight young women off the streets and murder them?" 

"I did."

"Did you turn their bodies into taxidermy? Is that why the police couldn't find their bodies?"

"Yes, I did." His face showed a sliver of sick joy at the thought of it, making you and everyone else feel uneasy.

You walked a step closer, gun held steady.

"You locked Ben up and left him for dead." 

"I did." He spat at the mention of the man. The man who almost gave him away. Who almost ruined everything for him.

"You sabotaged the police department and killed many officers and pedestrians in the process." Your hands began to shake slightly, rage bottling up to an all time high.

"I did." The joy of his deranged features increased.

"You killed, Katherine." Your breathing increased as you attempted to calm your shaking hands and rapidly beating heart. 

"No." You paused briefly, confused. "No, I let her go." He continued. "Then I hunted her down through the halls of the station like a wild animal." 

Your shaking hands increased, heartbeat pounding in your ear drums, yet you continued to hear every word from the man.

"She almost got away. Almost. She would have, if she wasn't so predictable in going toward the cell blocks. She was running to save you. You should have heard the screams. She called for you. Y/n. That's your name right? That's the name she yelled as I dragged the bitch by her hair through the station." Irons mocked.

Tears burned at your eyes and your breathing had turned to hyperventilating. The anger that burned at your chest was practically painful.

"You were supposed to protect them!" You yelled furiously. You were not only implying Katherine, but everyone else who had fallen victim to the horrible man.

"I was never going to protect them. Katherine was a goner as soon as the mayor left her in my care. She was always meant to be my trophy. He just made it easier for me to get her." His laugh was cruel, any sanity within him long gone.

If he ever had any at all.

The laughing was cut off by a bullet to the neck. He froze in shock for a moment, all eyes turned to look at the smoking gun in your hands in surprise. 

You did it. 

You actually did it. 

His injury caught up to him and he collapsed to the floor, choking on his own blood as he took desperate gasps for air.

You pointed your gun down and glanced at the table to your right. You could have mistaken her for sleeping if her eyes weren't wide open. You slowly stepped up to her and used two fingers to close her eyelids for good. 

There, now she looked like she was at peace. Simply asleep.

If only.

Your eyes turned back to the man gurgling on the floor. No, the monster. He was far worse than those things outside. The things that used to be innocent people that you feel you have failed. Maybe if you had done something sooner. But what could you have done? Everyone with power in this city, in this country, was in on it. You and Ben were doomed from the start. 

You stared with distant eyes, ears still ringing from the sudden gun shot, as Irons looked around desperately for any chance of something, anything, saving him. You walked forward as he choked on the floor, crouching down to his level with a dark glare in your slightly red eyes and dried tears on your face as the ringing subsided.

"You don't deserve a quick and painless death. Even this is less than you deserve. It's a pity I can't make this last." You spat, rage still writhing in your chest. You watched as the blood ran down his hands that were desperately clutching at his throat.

"I never wanted to do this. I never wanted to murder anyone. You forced my hand, Irons. You've done too much harm in this world for too long. It's about time someone stops you." 

Fueled by rage and adrenaline, you grabbed him by his graying hair and dragged him out of the room, moving Ada and Leon aside as you walked through the lobby past Claire and Sherry. Pushing the front door open to the yard, you dragged the man to the front gate where the zombie dogs were previously blocked. You pulled the gate open and pushed the choking man through.

You whistled to gather the attention of the zombie dogs that had went elsewhere. The six dogs came running and growling, immediately gathering around the former Chief.

They brutally bit and teared and ate away at Irons. He jerked and yelled through his bloodied throat. The gurgling sound was truly pathetic. You watched with distant eyes as he was ripped apart.

 You didn't feel any better now that he was dead. Your friends were still gone. All those people were still dead. The only thing you may have accomplished just now was preventing Irons from hurting anyone else in the future.

You shook your head to get rid of your thoughts and quickly shut the gate. You took a deep breath to compose yourself, counted to 10, before walking back inside.

"Did you really have to kill him?" Leon questioned as you walked through the door. Him and Ada had moved to the lobby to wait for you.

You glared. "What should I have done? Let you arrest him?"

"Not kill him." Leon said. You sighed in frustration.

"Okay, we get it, you're a great guy. Never change, Leon. But something you should know about me, I don't let people who hurt the ones I care about get away unscathed. And frankly, Irons had it coming. One way or another he wasn't making it out of this city. I sure as hell wouldn't have taken him with me. Would you have?" You asked. 

You maybe could have been a little nicer about it. After all, it was a valid question. Did you really have to kill him?

Murder wasn't right. But your emotions and your anger had gotten the best of you. You never thought you would become a murderer. You never understood how someone could just go through with ending another person's life like that.

You shocked yourself when you pulled that trigger. When you dragged the man who was twice your size out the door to be eaten alive. When you ended his life for good. 

Maybe you were no better than Irons.

Leon looked conflicted. He knew murder was wrong. But all Irons did was hurt and murder people. Should he really be all that upset about it?

He stayed silent and you nodded. What's done is done.

"Great. Glad we solved that problem. Now, NEST?" You looked around for Sherry and Claire. "Where the hell did Sherry and Claire go? They were here a few minutes ago."

"Something spooked Sherry and she ran away. Claire went after her." Leon explained.

"Where?" 

"Over here." Ada motioned to the door. "Any ideas where this leads?"

You reach into your bag for the map of NEST you found when you first went. "That would be the entrance to NEST. I guess we'll catch up to them." You turned to look back toward the room where your friend still lied. 

"Do you want to say good-bye?" Leon asked. Ada stayed silent, letting you decide what you wanted to do next.

You shook your head after a moment. "No. It won't change anything. Let's just go." You started leading the way.

"It could give you closure." Leon said.

"Look, I appreciate what you're trying to do here. But stop. We have a job to do. Plus, I can tell Ada is getting impatient." You stated.

"I could still give you a few minutes." Ada offered. She wasn't as cold at that moment as she had been all night. You were thankful for her and Leon's offer, but you didn't think you would be able to hold it together if you saw Katherine again. It was best to move on. 

No matter how painful it was for you.

"No. Again, I appreciate it. But, no. Let's just move on." You turned your back to the room, not wanting to look any longer.

You walked down the tunnel to the elevator at the end. Once you all had gathered inside, you pressed the button and the elevator began its descent.

"So, what do you want to know, Ada? From what I've gathered, you know a lot already." You said, attempting to break the uncomfortable silence that had surrounded the small space.

"I know mostly everything that you know. I know that Annette Birkins is the one responsible for this mess. And I'm going to bring her down. What I need to know from you is where the G-virus is so I can do that." Ada explained.

The elevator stopped and you all walked out. You followed the map leading you further down the tunnels toward NEST.

"Well, I can show you Birkins lab. We might have to take a look around the facility, though. There were people taking samples of the virus to sell on the blackmarket. So I doubt there is anything left in Birkins lab." Ada nodded in agreement.

"How can they have a whole underground facility without the authorities knowing?" Leon questioned.

"Welcome to corporate America. Umbrella's controlled Raccoon City for years." Ada deadpanned.

"Yeah, Irons was Chief of police and worked with Umbrella, remember? No one was looking for a secret underground facility. Well, no one until Ben and I." You explained.

"You said you were there on the night this all started?" Ada asked.

"Yeah. Looking for intel. I had a man from the inside help me get in here." 

"Get anything good?" 

"Yes. Information on the viruses, and additional things, the scientists were working on down here. What Umbrella did with the kids in the orphanage. Dealings they had with authority figures. I had proof, but I lost it at some point throughout the week." You lied. 

You weren't going to tell Ada you gave the drive away to a S.T.A.R.S member. Truth be told, you didn't really trust her. Or Leon for that matter. They were strangers. The only reason you were still helping them was because they held up their end of the bargain and took you to Katherine. Even though it turned out to be too late, you still appreciated them trying.

"What was yours and Ben's goal? Why go through all this trouble?" Leon asked. You felt saddened at the mention of Ben, but tried to shake it off.

"Well, for Ben, it started out as a good story. He was a private journalist. Hired me when I was looking for a job." You reminisced. "But it slowly morphed from a good story to a need to shut the bastards down. To show the citizens of Raccoon City what their officials and so called "heroes" were really up to. To show the world. We had to stop them."

"A little ambitious for a couple of private journalists." Ada commented.

"Oh, we were in way over our heads." You agreed. "But we already got so far with the information we collected. We couldn't just stop. We had to see it through. And then, well, everything happened." You sighed sadly.

"Are you getting cold feet?" Ada asked. She couldn't tell if you wanted to continue with the mission or if you wanted to back out. She wouldn't give you the option to leave. She needed your knowledge. 

"No. I want to see this through. Even if it kills me. At this point, I don't think that is entirely out of the realm of possibilities." 

"We'll be fine." Leon said, clearly determined to make it and for everything to be alright.

"Hmm, an optimist and a hero, Leon? Never change. From what I've seen, the world could use more people like you." You said.

You made it to a door and Leon pushed you back slightly to open it first, just in case something dangerous was on the other side.

"Definitely Williams handiwork…" A woman said, crouched over a dead body. You all quietly make your way inside.

"Identify yourself!" Leon said, holding up his gun.

Ada held her gun up. "Annette Birkin."

"She's who we're looking for? The one who created the viruses?" Leon asked. You nodded.

"Not much time… Need to dispose of it." Annette muttered.

"We're here for the G-virus!" Ada said.

"Huh, that's not gonna happen." Annette scoffed. She noticed you standing there and furrowed her brow in confusion.

"I'm warning you, doctor." Ada said.

"Oh yeah?" Annette tossed a lighter to the body, setting it on fire and ran away.

"STOP!" Ada yelled. She rushed after her around the corner and you want to follow.

Gunshots went off and Leon quickly went to cover Ada, who was in the line of fire. You stayed ducked behind the wall, out of range. Leon fell to the ground, having been shot through the shoulder. Ada tried shooting Annette, but she ran past a thick, steel metal door as it shut.

"You'll never get the G-virus!" Annette yelled as the metal door shut.

"Didn't expect that from a scientist." Ada snarked. You noticed her sunglasses had been knocked off her face.

"Honestly, I'm not surprised." You said. Leon groaned in pain on the ground, catching your attention.

"Leon…" Ada ducked to the ground, leaning over to check on his wound. You followed.

"Forget about me… Just go… Stop her before she gets away." Leon passed out right after those words. Ada looked conflicted, before she finally decided to stay and help patch up his wound.

"Can you help me patch him up?" Ada asked you.

"I don't really have much knowledge on that stuff. I have a first aid kit though." You hesitated.

"That's fine. Just hand it here and do as I say." Ada said. 

You nodded and kneeled on the floor beside her and Leon, digging through your bag to grab the first aid kit you had.

"Here." You handed her the kit. She nodded her thanks and started patching Leon up.

"So, do you have to do this often?" You asked.

"Do what?" Ada asked.

"Patch yourself or someone up. You seem to know what you're doing." You said as you watched her work.

Ada shrugged. "It's basic training. Everyone in the FBI knows this." 

"Right. And in the FBI, do they also teach the women to kick ass in heels and wear sunglasses in the dark?" You teased. 

Ada snorted and smirked. "The heels again? No. That's just my thing. Why, you interested?"

"In what? You?" You asked stupidly.

Ada actually laughed at that. "No, in joining the FBI." 

You blushed in embarrassment. "Right. Uh, no. After all this, I think I've had enough of corporate America to last a lifetime."

"Hmm, so what are you gonna do? When all of this is over?" She asked as she began wrapping Leon's wound.

"I- I don't know. Lay low? Stay out of trouble for a while. Find some place to live." You shrugged.

"Any ideas on where?" 

"No. I honestly haven't thought about it much. I had a solid thing going on before the outbreak. I had my apartment. I had my friends. I had a job where I was actually doing something that felt important. And as weird as it sounds, despite all of the danger we were putting ourselves in, I was happy." You trailed off.

"And now?" Ada questioned.

"And now it's all gone. All of it. My apartment. My job…. My friends. I honestly don't know how to go on with life after this."

Ada sighed as she finished patching up Leon's shoulder. "One day at a time. That's a start." She stood up and held her hand out to help you stand. You took it.

"We'll go after Annette in a few moments. Take a breather." She said as she helped you to your feet.

"We'll just leave him here?" You asked, referring to Leon.

"Well, we can't take him when he's passed out. He'll be fine. The area is secure." Ada said. You hesitated before nodding in agreement. 

She's right. He's a big boy, he'll be alright.