Toto’s Africa is sooo Chris and Jill’s song (post) RE5 song.
It’s gonna take a lot to drag me away from you! (Chris never gave up that she was alive)
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do! (boy battled through countless enemies to find her)
I bless the rains down in Africa!
(Just think about how it rained the day Jill fell from the window, so
rainy days were probably hard for him, but he finally found her in
Africa)
Gonna take the time to do the things we never haaaaaaddddddd (Ooo!) (Oh! Does that mean they’re finally gonna be a couple? :P)
I would love to flesh this out in the future, but I doubt it.
Chris held Jill close to his body in the darkness. It had been two weeks since the Arklay incident. They had both spent some of that two weeks in isolation. Now they were back together, in Jill’s apartment. They’d been up late into the night, holding each other, and talking about what would have to be done.
Chris would be leaving in the morning.
He didn’t want to, but he had to.
God only knew when he’d be back.
And so he held on to Jill tightly for the moment, and before he finally succumbed to the bone-weariness that seduced him down into sleep, he kissed her gently one more time.
Chris felt so lucky just to get to hold Jill in his arms.
After everything they had been through, both together and separately. Hell, he had spent months thinking that she was dead. Finding out she had been alive–even with all the baggage that came with– was one of the best things that had ever happened to him.
He pulled her close to him, the both of them snuggled under the covers of their, at least temporarily shared bed, and nuzzled the back of her neck as she lay there half asleep.
He planted soft kisses on her shoulders, and the back of her head. Each one was an affirmation.
It had started as just a goof between them, Chris kissing Jill on top of the head when he saw her at work every morning. He was a good deal taller than her and it just made it easy.
Then one day she beat him to the punch and tilted her face up. Chris’ lips ended up against hers, instead of the top of her head.
Obviously it was a power move, and the only way for Chris to win was not to get flustered like she was expecting.
Jill was babbling again, it was just something she did when stressed, open her mouth and let whatever inane thing came into her head spill out. Chris guessed she must have been nervous about the mission, because she hadn’t given him a moments peace since they’d stepped onto the chopper. He couldn’t blame her, just another day in a war on bioterror that never ended. But he couldn’t deny it was getting on his nerves.
“And then I said–”
“Jill. JILL.”
“Yeah, Chris?”
He leaned over and pressed his lips to her open ones, shoving his tongue between her teeth, muffling whatever protest she had. She melted against him as he kissed her, roughly, and desperately for a long moment.
When they finally broke apart, he took a breath and exhaustedly pleaded. “Please stop talking.”
You didn’t specify a ship, so the fates have declared valenfield (Chris x Jill)
He pulls at the device in her chest with desperation to bring her back, but his fingers slip when she makes a sickening sound and her body twitches. Years later he will kiss the spot between her breasts where the scar remains, and lay his head on her chest, in shared grief and memory.
