Here Without You
A/N: You don't have to listen, like, or understand the song for the oneshots. They're mostly chosen for some of the words and the title more than the actal meaning of the song. And if you have any pairings you want me to do, I can try to write about them. (There are some I won't do though.) And finally, ratings will change. I'll warn you first though.
Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil or any songs used in these oneshots.
Pairing: Bruce/Fong Ling.
Song: Here Without You by 3 Doors Down
"How's it going McGivern?" the agent called. The blond agent's head snapped up and away from his computer and he grinned.
"Oh shit! You?" Bruce McGivern laughed. The other agent grinned back, leaning against the desk that Bruce was working at.
"Yep, it's me. How's it going?" Leon asked, running a hand through his darker blond hair.
"Same as always. Can't really sleep. Can't really eat. Damn, was Raccoon this bad?" Bruce asked. He regretted asking, however, since the younger agent flinched and looked away.
The other man bitterly replied, "It was bad."
Bruce sighed bitterly and turned back to his computer. It had been four months since the Spencer Rain's hijacking. Four months since he'd fought monsters that shouldn't be real. Four months since he last spoke to Fong Ling.
That was definitely the worst part. Even after her government had attacked her, she still wanted to go back. He hated that about her. All she cared about was China. Her own well being seemed to not exist.
"The worst of it is I'll never see Fong Ling again," Bruce groaned, running a hand over his face. He felt his palm scrap up against stubble.
"At least you know she's alive," Leon said, rather angrily.
Bruce looked at the man, shocked at his attitude. Nobody really knew what had happened to him in Raccoon City. They only knew not to talk about it. His eyes always became haunted and he spoke shallowly if somebody asked about it. And he never told anybody what happened.
"What do you mean?" Bruce asked, turning to face him. The computer beeped at him but he didn't care. He leaned back in his chair and stared up at the 25 year old.
"Nothing. Didn't even mean to say it," was the response. "So, she went back to China?"
"Yeah. Said she had to be where she belonged. Bunch of bullshit, if you ask me," Bruce groaned, starting to type again. He hoped to finally finish the report that he had started four months ago.
"Maybe she does belong there, Bruce," Leon mumbled. Bruce gave him a confused look but the younger man had already left.
"Maybe she belongs there… Maybe I ought to slap you," Bruce grumbled under his breath. "Wow that was sad…"
He typed down a few more sentences before finding himself thinking about Fong Ling again. He remembered the first time they'd met. When she'd kicked his ass. Now that he thought about it, he found it humorous that she had so easily kicked his ass. Him. The super badass agent was beaten by a girl.
Now that was thinking like the sexist bastard you dad tried to raise you as, Bruce thought bitterly. Now that was a subject he didn't want to think about.
He sighed and leaned back. His fingers throbbed lightly and he realized he was typing much too hard. Damn, he was easily sidetracked.
Maybe that was why Fong Ling had called him an idiot. Or maybe it was because she thought he was an idiot. That was very possible.
And she kissed me. What was that all about?
True, they'd gotten close during the incident. It was true that people who survived an experience like theirs' were very likely to become close friends or, sometimes, fall in love with one another. Had that happened to them?
No. No way would she fall for me. Maybe she just decided to give me a good-bye kiss. Maybe that was her way to say good-bye. And if that is her way, I'm sure not complaining.
He turned once again to his computer when he saw a person walking over to him. Too thin to be Leon and was dressed in red and black. A higher-up. Great.
"I'm almost done with this damn report. Stop bothering me about it. I can't go any faster," he snapped.
"Don gua, I don't care about any report," laughed a Chinese accented voice. He jumped and turned all at once, finding himself looking up at Fong Ling.
Her hair was still in a bun, though more of it was in her face. She smiled at him through her ebony locks and he smiled back, feeling like a teenage boy who had a crush on a girl.
"So, uh, what are you doing here?" he stammered, trying to keep eye contact with her.
"Hoping to talk to you. Do you mind?" she asked.
"Uh, sure! Let's talk," he laughed. He stood quickly and noticed several agents watching him.
"I know you're all jealous," he laughed. Fong Ling's face turned red. "Let us leave these men and women to their matters, milady."
He led her out of the building and headed into the parking lot. They didn't speak until they made it to his car. He turned to speak to her and she threw herself into his arms. He was startled by the hug but he quickly wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close to his chest.
This is nice, he thought pleasantly.
Unfortunately, while Bruce and Fong Ling had a very enjoyable time with one another, Bruce's report remained forgotten until the next day. The higher-ups were unhappy but Bruce McGivern could not care less.