Disclaimer: As much as I would want to, I own nothing more than my original creations.
J.L.: Anyways, This is my first official Resident Evil fanfiction, though, I have messed with the subject in my earlier works, crossovers. I decided to give a straight RE fanfic a try. As for the premises, this is before the mansion, and Rebecca has not arrived, so I'm thinking maybe a year or two before.
"Take me anywhere you want me baby!" I screamed out in joyous mirth as I fired another round at my moving target dodging behind a crate. I charged forward and slammed my back against the same crate and reloaded the gun.
"Every moment that I count down!" The maculine voice of a certain spikey haired jerk yelled back as he twisted around to fire at me. I was already launching myself over the crate and firing behind me as I did. I smiled as the adrenaline pumped through my veins and took the chance. My combat boots clambered through the dust and pulled me to the next object for cover, a set of orange barrels grouped together. True, my tight blue short sleeved S.T.A.R.S. shirt and dark blue cargo pants would make me stick out against them, but I had another purpose for the barrels, the empty waterless barrels.
"Come on, even chickenheart gives me more of a challenge than this!" I called out from behind the barrels and peered through the crack between them for the marksman of S.T.A.R.S. A chuckle issued through the air.
"That's because he's built like you, scrawny and agile, hardly makes for a target to shoot!" The culprit shouted out. I gritted my teeth as I spotted the tight white tee shirt and grey cargo pants clad Chris Redfield charge towards the barrels, holding up a metal sewer cover in front of him like a shield. I smiled as he took the bait and kicked the barrels over at him, causing them to roll and trip him. The sewer cover went flying up, and I jumped over and pulled him over quickly as the sewer cover edge came crashing down where his neck had been a second earlier. Unfortunately, I had tripped myself and pulled Chris atop me on the ground.
"Saved your ass." I muttered as he gasped for breath, trying to lift himself up, but failing as he was winded. I smiled when he looked down and noticed the paintball gun muzzle held against his side. I pulled it back from him, squeezing the trigger as I did so. Blue paint splattered on his side and dripped down on myself, as he was still atop me.
"Cold Valentine...real cold." He managed to say, having caught his breath and now breathing in deep ragged breaths. I smiled. "...but leaving me hot." He finished and got up off me, assisting to help me up and walking off towards the showers.
"Nice work Valentine, next time, do remember that seducing your enemy doesn't work most of the time." The commanding voice of Albert Wesker spoke through the intercom.
"You've got to be kidding me. I did not intentionally plan that one Captain Wesker, trust me." I called out.
"Plan that or not, generally speaking, getting your target's blood on you isn't a good idea." Wesker responded, and the intercom went off as I started towards the showers myself. I had only been on the S.T.A.R.S. alpha team for a few months, but already I was winning my team mates over. Joseph Frost smirked as I stepped out of the training arena an into the hallway.
"Getting in for a close up with Christopher?" He said, his famous bandana tied on his head as per usual.
"Had I been a second slower, you'd be running him to the hospice." I spoke as I handed his my paintball gun and the extra paint clips I had.
"Yeah yeah, anyways, you've got late shift with Barry." He said. I nodded and took off the hair tie holding my chin length brunette hair back and out of my face. Stepping into the locker room, I removed my boots and socks, setting them down in front of my locker. The steam from the hot water emitted from the shower wafered into the locker room. I smirked as a plan formulated in my head, and I opened my locker to grab a set of very familiar tools. I proceeded to remove my shirt and place it inside, and closed the door. Taking the shoulder straps of my bra off and tucking them into the bra itself, I walked over to the lock for the water pump and picked it quickly. Adjusting some of the controls, and replacing the pick set into my locker, I nimbly walked over to the shower stalls, where Chris was rinsing the shampoo from his hair. Standing carefully next to the door to the stall, I smiled. Perfect. The stall door just comes up high enough to cover my bra.
"Need help?" I offered and moved my arms to his hair, over the stall. Chris whipped around and I relaxed my arms, folding them casually on top of the stall door.
"Do you always walk around the showers naked?" He asked, brushing his hair back off his face, giving his charming grin. I shook my head.
"Only when there's no one else in here. You know how those guys can be around nude women." I said, returning a grin myself.
"Then why are you nude when I'm in here? I'm a guy." He asked, then his eyes widened when icy cold water hit him. I smiled widely and looked over the stall, noticing the effects of the ice water affecting his manhood.
"Are you really? I think you're missing something down there for you to be one." I laughed out as I pointed downwards, and laughed even harder when his hands shot down to give himself some cover. I stepped back with my arms stretched out and noticed his look of frustration when he saw that I wasn't nude.
"Cold Valentine." He said, turning around to shut the water off quickly.
"...but hot...right?" I responded and I made my way back to the water pump to fix the water temp.
Later, night shift
"Chris told me about what you did Jill." Barry said, glancing up from his paperwork as I tapped away at the computer. I leaned back and smiled.
"Let me guess, I wasn't featured in a positive view?" I inquired and Barry Burton smiled, and shook his head, returning to his paperwork.
"Like two assholes on their first date." Barry replied, recalling the infamous quote Albert Wesker had muttered on the first mission I had been on. Chris and I were bickering back and forth about the right action to take in approaching a drug dealer's house. I wanted to sneak around back and he wanted to charge right in. As stubborn as we both were, we did what we wanted to do and pinned the drug dealer down on his couch with our handguns pointed at him as we argued over who would cuff him.
"I thought it was funny." I reasoned and Barry chuckled.
"Jill, next time, don't insult the man's size when you know very well it's the water." He spoke and I chuckled a bit myself.
"I'll keep that in mind." I replied and the remainder of the night went on without word. Quitting time came, so I stood up and bid Barry a goodnight, heading over to my locker to change into my civilian clothes. Before I could pull my white shirt on, I was grasped from behind and pulled into the showers. The culprit pulled me into the stall and flicked on the water, the ice cold water.
"Yuo aren't the only one who can change the water temp." The voice of Christopher Redfield chuckled into my ear as goosebumps popped up from the water hitting skin.
"Chris! My clothes!" I cried out as the water soaked my bra and jeans. He laughed even harder, holding me tightly against him.
"Revenge is sweet." He muttered and released me, himself standing in his civilian clothes, drenched. I turned around and placed my hands on my hips.
"The hell are you doing here Redfield? I thought you left for home hours ago." I demanded.
"Wesker held me back for additional exercises thanks to you this morning." He explained, keeping his eyes locked on mine.
"Me?" I asked.
"You saving me from getting beheaded this morning." He replied. He then smirk, glancing at my chest. "Oh my. Jill, are you sure you are a woman, because I see not only one, but two things sticking out." He laughed out, pointed at the cold water's effect of my chest. I grunted and folded my arms over my chest, leaning back on the stall door. He flicked the water off and then started towards exiting the stall. I was still leaning on the door, and made sure it was locked, preventing him from leaving.
"I'm not letting you off the hook so easily Christopher Redfield." I challenged, my jaw clentched tightly as water dripped off the ends of my hair.
"Have it your way." He said, wrapping his arm around me, and pressing himself against me and the door. His lips danced across the open skin of my neck and left shoulder. Oh man...this is new...this is...oh man...keep your hormones in check Jilly. "Personally, I'll have the Jill sandwich." He whispered into my ear, his warm breath hitting me hard and causing my heart to race. Way to go on the hormone check there...there's no hope for you. My knees started to buckle and I slid right into his embrace, turning my head and nuzzling in in the crook of his neck.
"Jill? You in there? I'm about to close up." Barry's voice echoed from the adjacent locker room. I snapped my head back up and regained my leg strength, just as the lights in the shower room shut off and the locker room door's lock clicked.
"Shit." Chris muttered standing up and releasing me. I stood up straight and unlocked the shower stall door, walking out to the locker room. The lights were off and I ran to the door, twisting the handle but it wouldn't budge. Way to go. I told you to keep your hormones in check but no...had to give in for just a second, and now you are locked in. Brilliant just-
"Brilliant. We're locked in." I spoke out as Chris dropped my shirt, previously dropped on the floor when he grabbed me, onto my head. I put it on, ignoring the water seeping through it from my bra.
"Can't you pick them?" He asked, removing his own shirt and squeezing the water out of it. I kneeled down and examined the lock.
"No. Electronic lock with a magnetic strip. Also, it's on the outside, so I couln't reach the pins even if it were the standard pin and tumbler." I explained.
"You would think that they would put it on both sides." He responded, replacing his shirt and removing his jeans. I glanced back at the door and kept my attention on it.
"Not really. People rarely use this room for anything other than the lockers and shower, so without normal occupancy, there's no need for an inside lock." I explained, keeping control on myhormones like I should have earlier.
"Alright then smart ass. Why are you turned from me like that?" He asked as I heard the water sogged boxors hit the floor and then be scooped up to be squeezed water free.
"I'm giving you some privacy, but apparently you don't mind people seeing your naked ass." I responded as I heard clothing being placed back on. Chris laughed and turned me around. He was fully clothed, in baggy damp jeans and his shirt.
"You've already seen me naked at the worst possible time, I don't think any other time would matter. Besides, the lights are off, you can hardly seen anything." He said. I rolled my eyes. "Come on, your turn." He motioned, pushing me back towards the shower stalls and into a dry stall.
"I'm not redoing that." I stated.
"No, you squeeze the water from your clothes. Cold wet clothes aren't exactly comfortable." He said and walked back towards the locker room. I shook my head and did as he said.
"So what's the plan now? We're stuck in here until the morning crew comes in a few hours." I asked.
"I've got two bags of chips and three cans of pop in my bag, there's your meal." He called out. Figures. What I wouldn't do for a nice turkey and lettuce sandwich...sandwich...Jill sandwich...oh man...that jerk. I stood up straight and exited the stall, walking towards Chris's locker where he was squatting down.
"I'll take them Squatto." I muttered and grabbed a can and a pack of chips. Chris shook his head and grabbed himself the remaining bag and a can of pop. I took to sitting on the bench between the lockers and he sat down next to me.
"Squatto?" He asked. I looked up at him as I took a drink.
"Inside joke from high school." I explained. We sat in silence eating until our rations were gone, then chris grabbed up the trash and threw it in the trashcan sitting at the end of one set of lockers.
"So, we've got a couple of hours alone, shame I forgot to buy profolactics." Chris mused and I shot a glare at him.
"Christopher, just...no. Just because you prefer to call them profolatics instead of condoms doesn't mean you look any more intelligent." I said and he grinned.
"So, that wasn't exactly a no to the act..." He started and laughed.
"Alright, what happened in the shower was a fluke Mr. Redfield. My hormones got to me." I explained. He walked back and sat down on the bench next to me, looking at the floor.
"How long has it been?" He asked.
"A while, let's just stick with that." I answered, crossing my legs and swinging them back and forth while I used my arms to support me.
"Happens when work becomes your life." He said, and I looked over at him.
"Same with you?" I asked. He nodded.
"Meet a pretty girl, talk to her for a bit, then you're called in. Story of my life." He responded. I chuckled a little.
"So it wasn't only my hormones that got us into this." I said and he smiled, shaking his head.
"This is going to be a long couple of hours." He spoke and we both laughed.
J.L.: So, there's the opener. No, I have no plans what-so-ever of making this solely about the stuck together alone in the locker room theme. I just figured I'd lay down the nature in which they act. Also, Jill Sandwich is just a great line. I laughed so hard when I saw the name of a store inside the Williamette (Birkin's girly alter ego maybe?) Mall in Dead Rising was named Jill's sandwiches. Let me know how I did.