#the better valenfield

[hamartia-grander]

Everyone thinks Leon and Jill met through their work but actually they met years before when Leon was forced to third wheel on one of Claire and Jill's dates

[mrsjillybean]

I just know that Claire does not let Jill live this down.

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[jillsandwhichs]

Valenfield Oneshots/AU's Collection , Chap 11 , Officially Together

Masterlist

Pairing: Jill Valentine & Chris Redfield

Summary: Chris and Jill officially move in together

Status of their relationship in this one shot: engaged

WC: 2.3k

Type: SFW

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"Take this box." Chris stated, tapping the top of the cardboard box labeled 'Clothes', it was resting in the back of the truck. "You got it boss." Jill teased, grabbing it and holding it firmly to her chest and walking over to the front porch. The main door was wide open, showing off the interior of their newly bought home. The two couldn't be more happier, and couldn't feel more accomplished. It was a true success, being able to purchase your own home in this economy.

Most of the boxes had already been placed inside the home, they were set in the main, extensive hallway, which Jill loved a lot. The front door was large, two rectangular windows formed side by side of it. The staircase to upstairs was in front of the door as well, easy access, Jill loved that too. Out of all the homes they had looked at, this one stood out the most. Chris wasn't as picky, all he wanted was a roof over their heads.

As Chris ambled into the house, Jill went outside, smiling a bit, realizing what was actually happening. She shaded the sun from her eyes as she gandered upwards, viewing the trees planted in their yard. They were tall, and beautiful, both of them were nature enthusiasts, so having these lovely, green leafy trees was a bonus, rather than a burden.

The tailgate of the truck was about empty, only a couple boxes left which were labeled, 'Kitchen Appliances', 'Fish Tank Equipment', 'BookShelf set' and 'Chris's awards + ribbons', and Jill had been left brittle, and confused. Jill had packed her own personal box, it had a lot of sentimental value to her. If it had been left behind in their old apartment, the landlord warned them she'd just toss it out, no matter what it is.

Jogging back to the house, Jill needed to ask Chris if he had seen it anywhere. "Babe?" Jill spoke aloud, stepping over to where he was standing with the group of boxes all around them. "Yes?" Chris replied, taking his eyes from his phone, and to his fiancees divine face. "So like, where is my box? Y'know? It just had my name written on it in blue sharpie... Where is it? Did you move it from the truck?" "No sweetie, I didn't. Did you already take it from the truck by chance?" Chris questioned, setting his phone onto the window sill.

Without even responding to her fiancees question, she sped walked towards the truck again, double-checking if she simply overlooked it, in which she didn't, it wasn't there. "Baby, it's not here!" Jill yelled out, hoping he'd come out to her, but he didn't, most likely not even hearing her. Moving is stressful, but it shouldn't be this stressful.

Wandering inside the house for the last time, Jill looked to Chris, who was just standing up straight, gazing at her, which it was quite the romantic stare. "Enough with the looks, Chris, please help me find the box! You know damn well I need it, Gia told us if we left anything behind, she'd toss it out. I will murder her if she did, I'm not jok-" Jill was cut off when she watched as Chris pointed his finger to the small box resting in the corner, which did in fact have her name, in blue sharpie written on it.

"Oh." She whispered, moving her right hand to her forehead, massaging her temple. "Gotta look harder next time, beautiful." He teased, poking her hip, causing her body to react. "Oh stop it." She groaned out, picking the box up and really making sure it was the correct one. She wasn't joking either ; she seriously would've choked out Gia if the box had been left behind, then tossed in the garbage like it was useless.

"I thought you said you didn't touch it?" "I lied." Chris smirked. "You're an ass!" Jill spoke, her tone playful yet annoyed. "I aim to piss you off, you look good when you're mad." Chris but his lip with glee, clearly getting happy with the result of the matter. "I'm sure you do." Jill replied, slapping his chest firmly, obviously not enough to hurt him, she'd never seriously hit her own soon to be husband.

"Oh, you love it, I can tell." Chris spoke with elate in his tone, staring at Jill as she strided off to their newly remodeled kitchen. Chris went in with her, watching as she admired the room. Jill recently got better with her cooking skills, so he already knew she'd be spending a good amount of her days in here, whipping up lunches, dinners, and snacks for the two of them. Chris did also know how to cook, but Jill swears she wants to be the one to do it. Chris can cook a mean steak though, especially with well seasoned fries and sauteed green beans.

"I wish I could cook tonight." Jill spoke, running her fingers along the wooden, polished counters. "Why can't you? We can run up to the grocery store, get whatever it is you'd like." Chris responded, his voice was genuine, it always made Jill feel comfortable when he'd speak to her this way. "Yeah, well, I appreciate that a lot, so thank you sweetie, but honestly ordering something is easier. I'm just burnt out from the day, all that driving and moving heavy boxes, I'm ready to eat." Jill snorted, heading towards Chris and where he was leaned up against the kitchen wall.

Chris eyed down Jill as she headed closer to him, as she did so, he took her waist within his hands, pulling her into him, their warm bodies pressed together, it felt cozy. "Well, we can order whatever you'd like... It is common for couples to just order in food, sit on the empty floor and talk about life whilst they eat." Chris smiled, thinking about the stereotypical couples who recently moved in together. "You got that right." Jill laughed, staring up into Chris's shiny brown eyes.

"I love when you're happy." Chris whispered, planting a peck upon her soft, small forehead, then using his fingers to move strands of hair behind her ear. "You make me happy." Jill whispered back, taking both of his hands into hers. She stood on her tippy toes and kissed his lips softly, the feeling of their mouths moving together was always so perfect, both felt as though they could melt into the kiss.

Pulling away, Chris gave Jill a warm, loving smile before moving away from her, grabbing his phone off of the counter and turning back to her, speaking softly, "What would you like me to order?" "Oh, anything's fine. I've been feeling like... Chicken lately, y'know?" "Do you want chicken wings? I can order that for us." Chris questioned, begining to dial a number. "Sure! Can we get honey barbecue ones? Oh and sriracha ones too. Both are good." Jill expressed, the thought of the tastes on her tongue was amazing, she was starving after today.

"Sounds good... How about you go grab the extra boxes from the truck while I order the wings, yeah?" Chris spoke, her words stern but sweet. "Will do." Jill replied, walking out to the truck for the real final time. Pressing the green call button, Chris shifted the phone up to his ear, waiting to hear a voice on the other line. "Hello?" Chris said, his voice kind-hearted. "Hello! My name is London, what can I get for you?" The lady on the other end asked, waiting to receive Chris & Jill's orders.

"Hey. Yeah, can I please get a six piece count of honey barbecue wings and a four piece count of the sriracha wings too, along with two medium Cokes please." Chris finalized their orders, waiting for the reply of London. "Alrighty, all together that'll be 13.25$, we'll have those sent out to you shortly, we'll need your current address as well." "Sounds great, thank you miss and here..." Chris spoke out, proceeding to give her the personal information. After a bit, he thanked her once again, and ended the call.

Making his way back to the entrance, he saw Jill putting down the last box, which was labeled 'kitchen appliances'. "Good work beautiful." Chris praised his fiancé, resulting in her smiling and gripping onto his shirt. "Why thank you." She said is a playful tone, smooching his cheek quickly before convoying into their living room, which already had a couch and recliner set up. The room was lofty, very homey too. The two decorated it as much as they could before their personal items would arrive, which they officially brought home today.

"It's great to finally have our own place, it's so nice here. I especially like the yard." She spoke from the heart. "Yeah, maybe we'll get a pool sometime... Or maybe a hammock." Chris smirked, his nose scrunching. "Oh I had a hammock growing up, I forgot those even existed." Jill exclaimed, reminiscing on her childhood.

It wasn't the best but she didn't have it as bad as other children at the time did. "A pool would be nice though, we could have it near the deck." "Yeah, I can live with that... Seeing you in a bikini, all wet and pretty..." Chris teased her, treading over to her and wrapping his bulk arms around her waist, standing behind her. "You're naughty." Jill bit her lip, gazing outside through the deck window.

Chris kept his arms slithered around her hips, his thumb caressing her lower torso. "We'll make so many memories here." Chris muttered out, his head resting on top of her head, her silk-felt hair rubbing against his scruffy chin. "I know we will..." Jill mumbled back to him. "We should get a dog." Jill stated. "A dog? Ain't it kind of soon for a pet?" Chris chuckled, squeezing her hips. "Never! I want either a border collie or a husky... Even black labs are cute guys." "I like that idea... Maybe a bernese mountain dog?" Chris cackled out. "Those are good family dogs, like the main option if you have kids because they aren't aggressive." "Family dog..." Chris whispered out, clearly thinking about something.

"Do you think... Well, I don't know, nevermind babe." Jill changed the topic. "What? What sweetheart?" Chris questioned her, pulling away from her body and moving his right hand to her chin, turning her to face up at him. "Oh nothing, I forgot what I was gonna say." Jill giggled, trying to move on from it. "You sure?" "Positive." She mumbled, squeezing his hand and moving away from him, plopping down onto the black leather couch. "Ok..." Chris muttered to himself, not fully believing what she had just said to him.

Was she gonna bring up the idea of a family? The two of them, eventually having children? Chris had hoped she'd bring it up one day... Did she get too nervous? Or edgy? Did she just genuinely forget? Chris's mind was bouncing all over the place. He really wishes she just would've proceeded with what she was going to say. He loves to hear literally anything that comes out of her mouth.

Ambling to the couch, Chris sat right beside her, grunting out as he stretched his lean body. "Love you." Chris spoke out, his arm wrapped around her slender frame. "Love you to bits." Jill said delicately, leaning her head on his shoulder, feeling ultimately at peace with herself. Being right beside Chris made her feel safe. He was so protective over her, he was her perfect match, as she was also very protective over him. Jill can definitely handle herself, but she also is content knowing he has her back just as she has his. It's called teamwork.

The two spoke for a bit, all about random stuff. Once Jill and Chris get into an interesting topic, they can never shut up, especially Jill, she's a talker. Chris can't complain though because he loves listening to her. He remembers how back in their STARS days, she'd just go on and on about all these random tedious things, it was cute, it's definitely one of her traits he favors.

"Those wings should be here at anytime." Chris chortled, gandering down at her defined face, her jawline sharp and her eyes popped in color, she was magnificent. "Can't wait, wish we had the TV here though..." "Yeah, we'll just have to entertain ourselves until we buy one, bet we can get a good one at Best Buy or Walmart." "Yep." Jill heaved out, rolling her head back, her neck resting on the crevice of the warm, well made leather couch.

"Remember that one movie you showed me? I can't remember the name for the life of me but it was so good." Chris expressed, trying to pin down what the movie was. "Describe it to me handsome." "So like, it was these two kids who visited their grandparents, and turns out, their real one were dead! Horror movie, I know that." "Ohhh, The Visit? Yeah, it's a classic." Jill replied, remembering exactly what film he was referring too.

"We should re watch it here soon." Chris stated, gazing at his fiancé. "I'm cool with that." Jill gazed back at him, leaning in closer to his face. "Good." Chris whispered, slowly moving his hand to her cheek and pulling her into a kiss. Jill breathed in deeply, accepting the lovely kiss from her soon-to-be husband. "Mmm." Jill groaned into the kiss, sighing when Chris pulled away.

"You're my world." Jill muttered out. She wasn't always affectionate type, but she's tries, knowing that Chris really loves that side of her. "You're mine too baby." Chris mumbled back to her, his voice full of gentleness. "Good." Jill spoke, sitting up off of the couch and stretching. "I am starving, when do you think those wings will get here?" Jill questioned. "Soon sweetheart... Wanna go sit on the porch and wait?" He asked. "Sure, why not?" She replied, reaching her hand out for Chris to grab, the two of them making their way to their newly made front porch.

[valenfield-inspo]

Chris Redfield & Jill Valentine Resident Evil 5 (2009)

[funniestpersonalivefr]

HELLO im terrible with request ideas but can u do a claire x jill phone sex?

thinking of you.

boy oh boy i am excited for this one. very little plot, main smut so mdni. nsfw under the cut. not proofread. bottom claire and top jill bc ive got an agenda to push. credit to image owner i found it on pinterest. twas a little rushed sorry. anyways hope you enjoy!

jill and claire had been apart for what felt like forever. this came with their work though, missions lasting for months. they'd often spend time in completely different countries, calling whenever they could.

claire was at home and she was so needy, so desperate to just hear jill's voice instructing her on how to touch herself. she had spent the day sending jill pictures of her in revealing clothing and compromising positions. these were accompanied by teasing texts, she knew jill was busy but she needed her girlfriend.

as jill got to her hotel room she felt like she was going to explode from claire's teasing. claire's phone screen lit up, her thighs rubbing together at the sight of jill's contact photo. she wasted no time answering the call.

"hello? jill? baby?"

jill hums into the phone.

"you sure are missing me right now huh? aren't you claire?" her tone was teasing, claire felt herself get wetter.

"what were you thinking? sending me those pictures?" jill continued, "while i was at work too? god you must be needy right now."

claire at this point was laying in their bed, feeling herself up over her clothes.

"just thinking about you, thinking about all the things you'd do to me," claire answered, moaning softly when her hand slides over her cunt.

jill hums as she leans back on her hotel bed, she pushes her shirt up over her bra before she pulls her boobs out. her fingers ghost over her nipples.

"and what did you want me to do exactly? c'mon baby use your words. let me know what you want so i can give it to you when i get home," jill says as she rolls her nipple between her fingers.

"i want you to kiss me," there's a brief silence before claire continues. "i want you to kiss my neck, then kiss my tits. only when you have me completely desperate for you, you finally kiss my aching cunt."

jill moans out loud as she slips her hand into her pants, under her panties. her fingers are quick to work on her clit as she rubs circular motions on it.

"god, i'd love to see your pretty face right now," jill says. "your perfect fucking body and how it reacts to every little touch."

claire's fingers are already knuckle deep in her pussy, jill can hear the familiar sound of it as she plunges her fingers in and out. both are left moaning messes, fingers inside them as they continue to lament about how much they miss the other.

"god i'm gonna cum, jill," claire moans out.

"cum for baby, please cum for me," jill responds as both chase their orgasms.

claire cums first, her vision going white as she moans out loudly. jill can picture it perfectly, her favorite sight. claire's face is flushed, her pupils are dilated, and her lips are parted as she falls apart.

jill is not far behind her, her orgasm is not too different from her girlfriend's. she swears with a groan, her head being thrown back in the pillow. her legs are clamped around her hand as she begins the ride out her high. her hair sticks to her forehead with sweat.

the call is silent except for the sound of both of the women catching their breaths.

"god you're fucking amazing, i love you so much," jill says, her tone is sincere. claire's heart does the familiar flutter that never has left over the course of their relationship.

"i love you too, jill." claire says before clearing her throat and continuing. "i know you hate to hear it but please be safe and try to get home soon."

jill sighs, "of course, now tell me about your day. i wanna hear your voice."

[colemorrison]

Claire smiled softly, she had grown to love the Valentine in front of her, bad idea. She knew Jill had no interest in her but god was she so attractive, she knew exactly what she was doing no matter what it was.

“Hi Claire.”

Her voice was subtle, reminding the red head she wasn’t alone.

“Oh hi Jill.”

The look from the brunette made her cheeks feel warm, all she did was look at her, god.. She needed to get this under control before Jill put two and two together, she was too smart, maybe Valentine already knew.

"Something on your mind?" She knew, she had to of, the way she reached behind her, grabbing a glass but gliding her fingers across a slit of exposed skin in Claire's shirt proved she did.

"Nothing, was just thinking of a mission brief..."

"And which mission brief would that be Redfield?

Claire gave up the lie, she had been caught.

"What's it to you Valentine?"

"Your answer changes what I say next."

Maybe it was the red heads imagination but they had gotten closer, Jill's lips were so close to hers.

"Really Jill? My sister?"

"Don't be jealous I chose the better Redfield."

[hackneyededits]

valenfield smooch i haven’t posted anywhere else bc idk lol

[belchka]

Coming back from the grave with a freshly published fanfiction… this time for the Resident Evil fandom!!

If you, like me, wanted some good lighthearted fun with the S.T.A.R.S then this story is for you🙏🏻

Summary

“Happy birthday, Captain!!”

The entire squad cheered as Albert Wesker crossed the threshold to the S.T.A.R.S. office. A rather shocking greeting, that was, especially as he barely had time to register what was happening when a piercing honk made the poor man stumble backwards, taking his hearing out.

[cronotose]

the better valenfield

[nekrosdolly]

albert wesker hcs (re0-1)

hi!! first post! let me know if it's ooc or not, i'm trying. tysm for reading! tags below.

cw; fluff, angst, hurt/no comfort, follows the events of re1. boyfriend! wesker bc he's so sillypants and i love him lol. not proofread, written under the influence, whoops! somewhat clingy but mostly cold reserved bf wesker. jill and chris mentioned, valenfield implied.

petnames used; primrose, little dove.

boyfriend wesker!, who's not always the most affectionate but makes sure to always have a hand on you at all times, unless you're apart. he's always holding either your hand, your waist, or the back of your neck. his hands are slightly calloused, cold, and smooth from both his lines of work. you'd shudder upon initial comment, mutter something about his fingers being "cold as ice," and melt into his touch anyway.

boyfriend wesker!, who, when you're away, sends you updates on his day so you're not worried where he's gone. if he's reading a book, he'll send you a line that makes him think of you, be it a fact or something a character said. when he's working and you're at home, he's frequenting his Nokia 6150 in his office to see if you've messaged him. he's private about your relationship with all his coworkers, Umbrella or R.P.D.

boyfriend wesker! who hasn't told you about his job at Umbrella, and likely won't for your own safety. He can't risk getting his little dove involved, especially if you're not the science type. he only tells you things you'd want to hear about his position at the R.P.D.- stories of Chris being an astounding meathead and Jill's crush on him. he'd update you on developments because he knows you like that sort of thing, even if you say you don't. off-handedly, he'd mention Barry's family, and look at you with some odd kind of longing.

boyfriend wesker!, who is incredibly protective deep down, but refuses to act out or make either of you look foolish. if you're getting hit on, he'll intervene on your behalf and simply pull you aside. he knows it's not your fault. he could never be mad at you, his primrose.

boyfriend wesker!, who has a very big soft spot for you. while he's cold with anyone else, you are the only one he'll let some of his walls down for. he feels bad for lying to you about certain things, but he has good intentions- or so he thinks.

boyfriend wesker!, whose feelings are stronger than he thought they could be for someone. his heart yearns for you at all times, and though he doesn't say it often, he would kill for you. his own feelings scare him at times- when he wakes up in the middle of the night, you by his side snoring away, and wonders how he got here in the first place. it's those times he might pull away and try to close himself up again.

boyfriend wesker!, who pushes you away when he can't handle his feelings. he reprimands himself for not being in control of himself- that's all he really wants, control. he tries to keep himself at a good distance so you're content with him, so you trust him. he doesn't realize he's manipulating you, nor that he's hurting you. he doesn't think he can.

boyfriend wesker!, who, when you end up leaving him (as you should), doesn't bat an eye. although it does hurt, he knows better than to beg, god forbid cry, at your feet as an attempt to keep you for longer. he has never been that kind of man. instead, he wishes you well and helps you pack your things. of course he's curious as to why you're leaving and in due time, he'll make all your suspicions come to life. soon enough. he'll confirm your worst fears- that he's been hiding from you, lying to you, for your entire relationship.

ex-boyfriend wesker!, who, months after the breakup, isn't over you. still sleeps with a shirt you left behind used as a pillowcase for a pillow he hugs to get comfortable. he'll wake up in the morning at times and feel around for you, his heart sinking in his chest at the reality of your absence. when he gets ready and stares annoyedly at himself in the mirror while he brushes his teeth. imagines it's you slicking his hair back with a light-feeling gel instead of himself. if he thinks about it for too long, he can hear you making little comments about how long his hair has gotten or how soft it is. his lips press into a thinner line at that, and his jaw clenches.

ex-boyfriend wesker!, who carries out his plans to get rid of S.T.A.R.S. and wonders what you'd think of him now after he's tried to kill his employees (and almost succeeds. that damn Chris.) you wouldn't look at him the same, but the twisted and frankly delusional part of him hopes you'll tell him that it's okay. that you'll still kiss him how you used to, or touch his arm and reassure him that he didn't do anything wrong, that he's justified in his actions. although these delusions would only carry him so far, as he needs the real you- not just an apparition of you.

[hamartia-grander]

So about that bloodline

[mrsjillybean]

I love Clairejill but I think that a lot of the way people think of them is super ooc. Like starting off I think a lot of people assume that Claire is is a submissive shy personality when tbh I don’t think so. She was raised by Chris, miss has matching jackets with her brother that says “made in heaven.” And she drives a motorcycle😩 that woman is so badass. She confronted the chief of police for hurting sherry and carried sherry to find her a cure. She is strong as hell and has one strong ass personality. She is 100% a flirt. That scene at the door with Leon was so just her flirting even tho she is a lesbian. She flirts with everyone FR.

And Jill I notice a lot of people placing her as a dominate emotional brick. We all know that Jill has a strong personality but I just don’t think that is healthy for her, and also she definitely gives off switch in my opinion. She is an emotional person guys, I think people forget that. She jumped out a window with the full intent of killing Wesker and herself for Chris. She didn’t want to shoot Nickoli because she was scared it would hit Carlos. She is very sensitive, I think people forget that. She defo don’t give off butch vibes to me. Or top for that matter.

Idk tell me what y’all think.

[jillsandwhichs]

Resident Evil Rant:

Not going to name drop but that person on Tiktok who non stop posts about how Aeon is better than Cleon and how it has a higher chance of becoming canon, PLEASE GET A REAL PERSONALITY AND A JOB WHILE YOU'RE AT IT!

If we want to get logical here, neither Aeon nor Cleon have a chance at becoming canon whereas Valenfield does—but we don't want to have that discussion, do we?

I just think it's pathetic to non stop belittle Cleon shippers because you aren't secure in your ship, clearly. Aeon is awesome, so is Cleon.

And trust me, I've had my fair share of belittling Claire x Jill, Carlos x Jill, Leon x Chris, etc, etc, shippers in the past but growth is real—these fictional pairings DO NOT EXIST so why are we acting like they are? This person who non-stop shits on Cleon needs to take advice from someone who was once like them—stop being a nasty cunt over ships.

At this point, Claire x Ada for life, stop debating these ships and these iconic characters over a stupid ass white guy 😭

[valenfield-inspo]

Chris Redfield & Jill Valentine - S.T.A.R.S. Era Moodboard

[drhighhopess]

From a die heart cleon fan

The treatment to Stephanie is so disrespectful

And the fact you can't even see she's right is insane. You don't have to agree, but she deserves nothing against her. She literally states, "ily all my cleon fans" at the end?? She clearly doesn't dislike us. She's reposted clairejill, cleon, etc. She doesn't really have a set ship. She's also said that she enjoys all ships to keep it well rounded. Cleon will NOT happen, and I stand by that. Cleon is my favorite ship? Yes, if you know me, I absolutely love it. But that doesn't mean it'd be a thing inside games. I agree with Stephanie. Claire and Leon will not form a relationship during incoming games. That's just a fact. No ship is. There's only one ship I can see becoming Canon, which is VALENFIELD. Otherwise, nothing is, and if you couldn't see that, you've been blinded. Ships are for fun. You can believe they'd be a good pair. That's fine, I believe if cleon happened when they were younger, they'd be a better place, with just a really nice pair. That doesn't mean they'd still kick it off now. I don't see them looking for relationships. And even a very close ship which has been seen, aeon, isn't happening either. Stephanie was just being honest.

[sizzlinbaconpeach]

Thank you all so much!

Your wonderful comments about the comic are very appreciated and dear to my heart! I'm so glad you all enjoy this little labor of Valenfield love. We all know they have such juicy angst to draw from, so it made my job easier (and references, sooo much reference used) :P

As a bonus, this post includes some of the ideas/pieces for the comic (including some that were cut) and other tasty tidbits.

While I like some of the pages below, it just wasn't coming together the way I wanted. So I took a look at the dream sequence again and determined to elaborate more on the initial embrace.

So below is the work in progress that had me stumped for MONTHS. I kept trying to think about how I wanted to draw it, but ultimately, an inspiration struck for the first hug and I decided to scrap this idea. Though I really like some of the pictures that came out of it.

Also, a page that was cut from the final. We (my sister and I) felt like the ending was better without it. We wanted to leave some ambiguity, whereas with these pages they are definitely leaning in for a kiss.

Reference. Reference. Reference. There was so much reference used for this comic. It made it turn out so much better, too! And finally, the script is included below. (Hopefully this can be helpful to any of the non-English speakers!)

[Chris visits Jill at the lab facility while she is under testing] Chris: ...I still hate seeing you hooked up to that thing. When will they take you off it? Jill: Dr. Garrison said it should only be another week or so. Chris: [slightly irked] Really, another week? Haven’t they put you through enough? Jill: Oh, it’s not so bad... You get used to it. Chris: Well, I certainly haven’t... Jill: Always such a worry-wart, you know that? Chris: Hey, can you blame me? Jill: [playfully shrugs] Nah. Chris and Jill share a chuckle. [Beat] Chris: ... You know, I ... I never had the guts to really say it. To tell you... ... how I really feel... about... everything. Jill: Ha. You tell me everyday, Chris. I know - you hate this hunk of junk I’m hooked up to! I’m surprised you haven’t given it the boulder treatment yet. Chris: [shakes head and smirks] Tch... [quiet pause] ... How about the blood work? Have they found anything new? Jill: No, not since last week, but they’re still drawing blood here and there to be sure. Chris: [sighs, shaking head] Jill: They’re just trying to be thorough, Chris. Chris: ... I know, I know... I just... I don’t like seeing you treated like their test-subject. Jill: Chris, I consented to this. It’s for the greater-good. You of all people should understand that. Chris: [sigh] I know... But... It’s just that... Ah, forget it. Jill: I’m alright, really. Chris: [shakes his head, but smiles at Jill] Somehow I knew you’d say that. The whole world could be falling apart around you with the worst stroke of luck, yet you’d still insist that you’re ‘alright’. Jill: Well, I have been alright... I’m still kicking, aren’t I? Besides, it could always be worse. Chris: Worse? Considering all that you’ve been through, I’m not sure “worse” is possible for you. I don’t even want to think of that... Jill: Oh, it is possible... Chris: Tsh, is that so? Jill: Yeah... for instance, I... [gazing into Chris’ eyes] I could have lost you... Chris: [gazes back] [husky whisper] I’m not going anywhere... Jill: [smiles, whispers back] I know. [quiet as they continue to smile at one another] [Chris glances down, appearing to convince himself to say something] Chris: Jill, I... I don’t -- I hate what’s happened to you... And I hate that I wasn’t able to stop it sooner. Jill: Don’t beat yourself up, Chris. None of this is your fault. Chris: I can’t help but feel responsible though... I wasn’t strong enough to take him down that night... to protect you. Losing you... it was like... living a nightmare I could never wake up from. Jill: Chris... Chris: I miss you... I miss you by my side. I hate what Wesker has taken from you, from me - from us. I don’t ever want to lose you again. I don’t mean to be a downer, I just -- I hate seeing you like this - the reminder of what’s happened, of what he’s done... ... Because... well... [sigh] I... I don’t want to lose anymore than we already have, but I -- how do I put this... I need to tell you... that I... Jill: [holds Chris’ hand] Chris. Chris: ? Jill: [gazes/smiles] I love you, too. Chris: [gazes/smiles back]