The final chapter. It's pretty long, as I decided not to cut it in two. Lemon coming up, just because John234 asked for it.:P

Chapter XVI

Chris and Jill were back in the US. After what seemed like years (which is true for Jill), they were finally going home.

Sheva and Josh Stone had arrived via chopper just in time to extract Chris and Jill from the Tricell factory two minutes before it blew up. De Chant, they found out, became a casualty, sacrificing himself to get the remaining survivors out of Kijuju. After about an hour, they had then landed in the BSAA West African headquarters, at the insistence of Stone. To their surprise, the head of the BSAA was there.

"Redfield! What the hell were you thinking?" Thomas Anderson had exploded as soon as Chris got off the chopper. "Just because you're our top agent doesn't give you the right to do things on your own! It's a good thing Tricell was exposed, or BSAA would be in deep shit! You're suspended until further notice!"

"Actually sir, you don't have to suspend me. I quit."

"What?" Anderson had sputtered. "Chris, come on. Now you're being hasty. Maybe I got a little carried away. You don't have to quit."

"Maybe I was being too hasty," Chris had acknowledged. "I can't quit, at least not yet until I get back to the US. I can't lose my free ride back home."

"Come on, Chris. Don't be like that," Anderson had pleaded. "You can't leave the squad. We need you."

"Sir, you misunderstand. I can still work freelance, but I can't be a full-time agent anymore. The mission got me thinking, and I realized I needed to sort out my priorities," Chris said, smiling at Jill, who was standing behind him.

"Eh? Who's there?" Anderson had asked abruptly, only just noticing the unknown figure.

Jill stepped out of the chopper and stood beside Chris. "Hello, Colonel."

The face may not be familiar, but the title and the voice were, as they were exactly the same as when they were still in the Delta force. "Valentine?" Anderson had asked, his voice disbelieving.

"It's me," Jill affirmed, a big grin on her face.

"How did you…? We thought you were…"

"A lot of you did," Jill had answered, her tone wry.

"We'll write you a report and submit it to your desk next week," Chris had interrupted, shepherding Jill back to the chopper. "Right now, we just need to go back home."

Anderson, however, had not been that easy to be put off. "Now wait a minute," he sputtered. "I want an explanation, and I want it now! This is not something that could be explained in a damn report!"

"Sir, with all due respect," Sheva had interrupted their head's tirade, "Agents Redfield and Valentine have been through a lot. I do think they deserve at least a week's rest."

"Fine," Anderson had grudgingly said. "But don't think you're getting out of writing that report even if you've quit! What about your medical exam?" He had added belatedly, only just noticing their bloodstained clothes. "Protocol says you have to…"

"We'll be consulting with Dr. Chambers before we go home," Chris had interrupted again.

"But she's not BSAA-certified…!"

"It's her or no report," Chris had answered flatly. Without waiting for a reply, he had turned around, his hand still intertwined with Jill's, and pulled her behind him, Sheva at their heels. As they walked back to the chopper, Sheva had given the two a wink, and the two gave grateful smiles in answer.

"That was pretty rude," Jill had murmured to Chris.

"He had it coming," Chris had replied. "We can't stay here. You need your rest. And you," he had added, nodding at Sheva, "Need to have that arm checked."

Sheva had shaken her head. "Has he always been like this?" She asked Jill.

Her eyes twinkling, Jill had replied, "Oh, he can get worse, believe me. You should have seen how he reacted when he found out his sister started dating her boyfriend. He…"

"Okay, that's enough," Chris had interrupted, giving the two a sour look. "Up you go," he said, trying to give Jill a boost to get to the helicopter.

"Chris, can you please let go of me," Jill had said exasperatedly at Chris, who had his arm around her shoulders as he helped her up. "I can climb up to the chopper myself."

"No chance," Chris had replied, shaking his head as he sat down on one bench, pulling Jill at his side. "I've only found you again. I'm not going to let you go for, say, for the next twenty years or so."

Jill had been momentarily taken aback by Chris's words, but then she smiled and had leaned her head on his shoulder. Chris thought he heard her say "Good", before she closed her eyes and went to sleep. Chris smiled to himself. There was something about Jill and helicopters that somehow made her always fall asleep on his shoulder. Not that he minded. He pulled her even closer to his side, leaned his cheek on her head, and then he, too, had slept.


It was a few hours later that they found themselves on US soil. A military-standard vehicle had been provided for them, and they had found themselves rumbling to Rebecca Chambers' small clinic.

"It's me, Rebecca," Chris had said over the speaker at the door.

"Chris?" Rebecca had answered, her voice clearly surprised. "I'll be down in a few. Aren't you supposed to be on one of your missions? Do you need to talk again? I swear, you really need to get a shrink about that instead of talking to an internal medicine specialist…" As her voice faded, Jill had looked at Chris with interest, as he turned a dull shade of red at Rebecca's words. He was saved from replying when the door burst open.

"So what's the problem now?" Rebecca had asked. "Do you want to talk about…" Her head had slowly turned to Chris's companion. "Jill?" She had asked, her eyes widening.

Nevertheless, it took several hours before they were able to get out of the clinic. Rebecca had blubbered her way throughout taking their X-rays and checking their vitals, and she'd insisted that they stay after the examinations to catch up. In spite of this, they were still able to get a lot of work done.

"Yep, you're definitely healing incredibly fast," Rebecca had told Jill as she examined her X-Rays. "See here? There's a small crack on your rib, which shouldn't be the only injury you had based on your stories. Wesker probably didn't realize what medical breakthrough he's done with the T-virus. I'd like to run some more tests in the next few days, if that's alright."

Jill had agreed immediately. "As long as it doesn't involve me in a cultivation tank, I'm good with that," she had said with a wry grin.


Between the tests and the catching up with Rebecca, it was already dark out when they headed off again. Presently, they arrived at the suburban area where Chris lived.

Jill was puzzled. "Aren't you supposed to turn right?" She asked Chris, who had made a left turn at the corner.

Chris flashed her a boyish smile. "You still remembered."

"Of course. I lost two years of my life, that doesn't mean I'm amnesiac," Jill said impatiently. "Now, will you answer my question, or do I have to squeeze it out of you?"

Chris laughed outright. "Just because you're superwoman now…" Jill slapped his arm. "Ow! Okay! The thing is, after we thought you… died," and here, he darted a glance at her, who gave a small nod to show she understood, "I couldn't stay in that house. There were too memories, and they hurt too much." Jill squeezed his hand in understanding, and he squeezed back. "So what I did was I got a new house, also in the neighborhood, but something different. Turning another corner, Chris slowed down and parked in front of a quaint blue and white house. "We're here." He said needlessly, getting off and opening the passenger door for Jill, grabbing her hand again. "It's a bit smaller, but it suited my purposes. I wanted to try my best to forget you," as he continued walking, he took out the key and used it on the door, opening it at the same time for her. "But as you can see, I didn't do a good job of it," he said, and grinned down at Jill's facial expression.

Jill was speechless. At every surface on the house was a picture frame, and each frame contained a picture with her in it. Some, she knew of, like the STARS group picture (with Wesker's face burned off with a cigarette), or the photo of her and Chris in the county fair that Claire insisted on taking, probably because her brother looked goofy in the picture carrying dozens of small stuffed animals that he and Jill won at the shooting booth at a bid to outdo each other. Other pictures she wasn't familiar with, like the shot of her sleeping, her mouth slightly parted, or a profile picture of her, with the background of the image looking like the RPD office. Some are solo pictures of her, others with other people, but a lot were of her and Chris together. There are also shots that are clearer than others, the latter of which looked like they were stolen shots. Jill's hand rested on one photo, the one taken of their first Valentine's day together. Chris had gotten the cheesy idea of them going on a traditional Valentine's day date to be like "normal couples", but the picture showed that they were anything but normal: for starters, they were the only blue and green-clad people amidst a sea of red, and second, Jill had a gun on her leg holster while Chris had his on his waistband, which could possibly be the reason why they were also so easy to spot in the picture: the rest of the crowd had steered away from them.

Jill tilted her head questioningly at Chris, who was standing right behind her. He grinned sheepishly and murmured, "What can I say? I missed you."

Without thinking, Jill threw her arms around Chris's neck and buried her face in his neck. Chris smiled and wrapped his arms around her. It was a few seconds later that he noticed his neck was getting wet. Pulling away slightly, he tilted Jill's head and saw that she was crying. "Hey, what's this for?" He asked softly, wiping the tears off one cheek with a thumb.

Jill laughed as she ineffectually tried to wipe her other cheek with one hand. "I don't really know," she confessed. "Maybe I'm just glad to finally be home."

"Me too," Chris whispered, and before he could stop himself, he kissed her. He had intended it to be a gentle caress, but Jill had other ideas. Moaning softly, she tangled her fingers in his hair and opened her mouth, moving closer to him. Groaning at her response, he pulled her even closer to him and darted his tongue in her mouth, tasting her again, making the kiss even more passionate. When at last he was able to wrench his mouth away, he leaned his forehead against hers, both of them panting heavily.

"Can you…?" He whispered to her.

"Yeah…" Jill said, daring to plant a kiss on his neck.

"Would you want to?" Chris asked, holding his breath for her answer.

Jill lifted her head to smile at him. "I don't think there was ever a time when I was captured that I didn't want you. Whenever I'd break out of their control, you were the person that I would always think of."

"And now?"

"My feelings haven't changed. I loved you, I still love you. What about you?"

Chris chuckled softly. "You're asking me that question, even after seeing your face at every corner of the house? I love you, Jill," and in so saying, he kissed her again, long, deeply, and lovingly. As he did so, he lifted her in his arms, carrying her to the bedroom, without breaking lip contact. Pausing only briefly to take off each other's clothes, they fell down on the bed, mouths clinging and arms wrapped around each other. Chris would have wanted to go gently, for fear of causing Jill pain, but she quickly dissuaded him from doing so, and they made love fast and hard, their actions, more than words, betraying their need for each other. They then fell asleep in each other's arms.

When Jill woke, she felt Chris's hand lightly stroking her body. "Again?" She murmured drowsily.

Chris grinned. "Yes, again. Don't you want it?"

Jill grinned back. "I'm not complaining. I'm suggesting."

At this, Chris chuckled, and brought her to him again. This time, they went slowly and passionately, taking their own sweet time to reorient themselves with each other's bodies with their eyes, hands, and mouths. When Chris reached the cleft between her breasts, he traced the mark left by the mind control device with a finger. He still remembered the heartbreaking screams Jill gave when the thing was extracted from her. "Does it hurt?" He asked softly.

"No. No, it doesn't," Jill sighed, as Chris kissed it, while his hands went to her breasts and kneaded them gently. They explored each other's bodies, discovering things that were absent two years ago, such that when they came together, it was all the sweeter, as they came to know each other even more intimately than before.

Moments later, when Jill was snuggled securely at Chris's side, she chuckled.

"What is it?" Chris asked softly.

"Maybe I should disappear more often. You've… grown quite a lot since two years' back," Jill teased. To her surprise, Chris didn't laugh.

"Don't joke like that," Chris said roughly, tightening his embrace around her. "When you fell down that window, a part of me died. If not for Claire and the others, I probably would have killed myself too. It was all I could do to keep on fighting, and the only legal thing I could do outside the battlefield to vent my frustration was to work out. You mean that much to me, lady."

Jill nuzzled her face in Chris's neck. "I'm sorry you had to go through all that," she said softly.

Chris kissed the top of her head. "Don't be. It's not your fault. I should be the one sorry. I should have been the one who jumped out the window, not you. I…"

"Ssshhh," Jill interrupted, putting a finger on his lips. "It's all in the past now. I'm never going to leave your side. Never again."

"Really? Would you want to make that legal?"


Chris leaned over to the dresser and pulled out something. "I was going to give you this after we talked to Spencer those two long years ago, but better late than never, right?" Giving Jill a crooked grin, he revealed the small box in his hand and opened it. In it was a platinum ring with a solitaire diamond. "Will you be my permanent Valentine, Jill?"

"You really are corny, Chris," Jill said, but her eyes were shining with happiness. She wrapped her arms around him and pecked him on the lips. Leaning her forehead against his, she whispered, "Yes, I will marry you."

They were awakened early the next day to the sound of a slamming door. Jill immediately reached for the gun on the nightstand, but Chris pulled her back to his side. "Don't worry, it's just…" Chris's voice was filled with both chagrin and laughter, but before he finished his sentence, a voice broke through the silence of the house.

"Don't pretend you're not at home, Chris, I saw the car on the driveway," Claire's voice came out. "Rebecca called last night, she said something that I had to see for my…" The bedroom door suddenly swung open, and Claire burst in. "Oh," was all she could say, at the sight of Jill and Chris snuggled in bed.

"Oh," Leon echoed Claire's sentiments, close at her heels.

"Go 'way, Claire," Chris said, his tone lazy, as he wrapped an arm around Jill.

"Hi Claire, Leon," Jill said, smiling at them, her eyes still hazy with sleep.

"Jill? Is that really you? We thought you were…"

"Yeah, I seem to be getting a lot of that lately," Jill said, her lips quirking to a smile. "I missed you, Claire."

With a bawl, Claire ran up to Jill and embraced her. Jill, laughing, hugged her back, while pulling the blanket to cover her.

"It's really you! What happened to you? And why are you blond?"

At this, Jill laughed out loud. "It's a long story. I'll tell you two about it, just let us get dressed first, alright?"

Claire laughed. "Okay, but you have to tell me everything. Come on, Leon," she said, gesturing to her boyfriend as she made to step out of the room.

"Oh, and Leon, I'd appreciate it if you don't look at my future wife that way," Chris said, half-serious, half-joking, giving the younger man a severe look.

Leon sputtered in protest, but Claire squealed again. "You're getting married?"

"Later, Claire. We'll tell you all about it later." Jill laughed again.

"Fine," Claire grumped. As she stepped out of the door, she paused, and looked at her brother. "So it's finally over now." Her eyes sought Chris's, looking for assurance.

With a slight nod, Chris answered, "Yeah. The nightmare's finally over." Smiling, he pulled Jill closer to his side, and kissed her on the forehead.


"Hey, Johnny! Check that out!" Elle said, pointing at the beach.

"What the hell…" Whatever Johnny was about to say became inaudible, as his words were drowned by the sudden froth of blood that spilled out of his mouth. He stared in surprise at the protrusion that emerged from his chest, and sighed audibly and slumped as life departed from him. Elle's scream was abruptly cut off as she followed the same fate as her boyfriend.

The creature that emerged from the beach tossed the two lifeless bodies almost negligently to the side, as though it didn't care about its victims anymore. Pulling its tentacles back to its torso, it turned left and right, as though it were sensing something, perhaps looking for any other trace of life that witnessed its emergence. There were none, as it was before the crack of dawn, and the beach was silent save for the gentle lapping of waves. As it lumbered out of the water, it seemed to blend in with the darkness, its thick black carapace blending in with the shadows, yet glints of a different seemed to shine every so often, eerily looking like human flesh. While it was humanoid in appearance, standing on two legs, it was narrower than a regular man, almost skeletal in appearance. The tentacles it used to spear Johnny and Elle had reformed, forming what appeared to be a cross between a hand and a claw. It opened its maw, and surprisingly, words can be made out of its hisses.

"Chris… Jill… Destroy… I… am… god…"


And this is where the story ends.:) Thanks to everyone who've read and reviewed, I really, really appreciate it. I hope you liked the story, I had fun writing it. It was really my intention from the very beginning to give Wesker a fake death scene, because I was a little disappointed that they killed him off in the game (or did they?), so the previous chapter really was meant to end abruptly. Also, for those who wanted something that followed the plot of RE5 more, I tried to follow it as close as I could, especially since I started writing this even before the game was released, so I didn't really know what it was about save for the spoilers I got. Also, even if I did know what the game was about before I came up with the story, I probably wouldn't have followed it completely, because I think Jill deserved to have a piece of Wesker, especially after all the crap he made her go through.

I don't think I'll be writing stories as long as this any time soon since I can't think of a good plot to follow right now, but I do have some one-shots in mind, I'll try to write them up soon. If you want to suggest stories, I'm welcome to them.:)

Anyway, R&R again, please. Thanks for reading!