I don't own Resident Evil, its characters, or any other trademarks. I do not own Night of the Living Dead either.

I got this idea when I was listening to the music channel on my TV and 'She Will Be Loved' by Maroon 5 and (for some reason) 'Stop and Stare' by One Republic came on. Instead of posting a bunch of separate one-shots, I'll just put them in one big story whenever I want to post them.


I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls
~She Will Be Loved, Maroon 5


July 23, 1998

Chris Redfield's Apartment

Raccoon City, USA

Deep in a comfortable silence, two friends sat on a worn-down couch. The lights were turned completely off but the bright light of the TV illuminated the room. They were watching a movie, like they did every time they got a day off of work, and that day was no exception. That night, they enjoyed the horror film Night of the Living Dead in each other's silent company.

Occasionally, Chris would glance over to Jill and watch as she devoured the popcorn slowly, one by one, unaware that he was staring. He smiled softly to himself before returning to the movie, but he didn't know why.

If anyone asked them, they would simply state they were just friends. Best friends; work partners. That was it, nothing more.

But Jill would also take an occasional peek at Chris when he was too drowned in the movie to notice.

She didn't even realize it when she started to have feelings for Chris, but now she couldn't stop thinking about him. She wanted desperately to say something but didn't want to ruin their friendship or their partnership. She didn't want to lose their movie nights, goofing off at lunch break, and, most of all, just being able to talk to him, laugh with him, and spend time with him.

She was oblivious to the fact that he was thinking the same thing about her.

Halfway through the movie, Jill began to feel exhausted. She laid her popcorn on the coffee table in front of her and yawned, stretching her arms out. Chris kept his eyes on her the whole time.

She flopped back into the couch. It was cold so she grabbed a navy blue blanket that was crumbled on the floor, spreading it out over the both of them. He smiled when he thought of that blanket- she gave it to Chris as a Christmas present a couple of months back.

Sighing, Jill placed her head on his broad shoulder, closing her eyes. He was so warm, and he smelled like he just came out of the shower. She breathed his scent in and unconsciously wrapped her arm around his arm, entwining her fingers with his fingers.

Jill soon fell asleep, with Chris staring adoringly at her. He tucked a loose strand of her chocolate brown hair behind her ears and smiled, and continued with the rest of the movie, even though he was mostly concentrated on her. He watched her steady, rhythmic breathing. When it finished, he carefully found the remote, and rewinded it all the way back to the beginning.

Not even 15 minutes in, Jill started to rouse herself awake, repositioning herself to get more comfortable. Captivated by her slight movements, he followed his impulse- his need- to look at her again.

Jill fluttered her eyes open, and immediately saw Chris turn to look at her.

His brown eyes met her blue eyes; their hearts stopped. Their faces were colored with a white tint from the TV, making them both look as if they were glowing. They could see, evident in their eyes, that they shared the same feelings for each other.

Jill removed her arm from Chris's, gripping the collar of his cotton T-Shirt; the other hand tangled in his messy, dark hair. His arms circled around her waist, hands on the small of her back.

They leaned in, lips meeting for the first time. They felt their hearts explode and start to race impossibly quick. Their bodies were heating up from each other's soft touch. They wished the moment would be everlasting.

Jill pulled away for air first, blushing slightly. She rested her forehead on his, biting her lip, unsure of what to say. Both were speechless; the kiss was breathtaking.

Mustering up the much-needed courage, three simple words were spoken breathlessly- "I love you."

They chuckled when they realized they'd spoken in unison. Chris moved his hands from her waist to cup her face, kissing her once more.

"I love you, too, Chris." Jill spoke softly the second their lips parted.

He gave her a soft smile as he ran his thumbs along her jaw. "I never thought I'd hear you say those words."

"Are you kidding me? I don't think you've noticed, but every girl has a thing for you, Chris. Including me, obviously."

"Of course I haven't noticed." He rolled his eyes playfully, moving to kiss her just below the ear. He whispered the next words in her ear, a soft but seductive tone in his voice. "I was always too busy looking at you, I didn't care about anyone else. You're perfect, you know that, right?"

"I'm not perfect..." She mumbled before he cut her off by kissing her.

"Yes, you are."

They spent the rest of the night talking, laughing, and kissing. Eventually, Jill fell asleep in Chris's arms, and he, too, went to sleep.


The next morning...

Chris's arms were still hugging Jill's waist like they were when they went to bed. Jill's head lay on his chest, her fingers tightly gripping his T-shirt. They were peaceful, as if nothing could ever wake them...

Chris's home phone rang loudly, jolting him out of his sleep. He reached for it, trying to be careful enough not to disturb Jill. Groggily and annoyed, he put it to his ear and spoke. "Hello?"

His attempts were unsuccessful, and a sleepy, but beautiful, Jill snuggled closer to him and whispered, "Who's there?"

"Redfield-" A low, deep voice started calmly, before being cut off.

"Hey Captain Wesker." He said, as a way to answer Jill's question and greet him. Hearing her Captain's name, Jill's eyes widened and she listened closely.

"Listen, you need to get in here- now." His words sounded urgent, but his tone was still smooth and relaxed.

"What happened?" Chris inquired worriedly.

"We lost contact with Bravo at 0500. It's been 3 hours since our last transmission. Alpha team is preparing to go in and you need to get down here."

"Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Good, and while you're doing favors, try to get in contact with Valentine. I can't seem to reach her." He seemed slightly impatient, but Chris couldn't tell.

"Got it. I'll try to get a hold of her."

Both men hung up, and immediately Jill asked, "What's going on?"

"We lost contact with Bravo and we're going in," came Chris's serious, monotonous reply.

Jill sighed. "So much for our day off, huh?"

He smiled and kissed her forehead. "Well, how about this- after the mission, we'll go out."

"Like a date?" She grinned hopefully.

Chris nodded, kissing her on the lips. "Dinner and a movie sound good to you?"

"How original," She laughed. "But it sounds perfect."

Chris kissed her again and whispered to her. "We should get ready."

They leapt off the couch and got ready for work. Jill had her uniform at his place already since it wasn't the first time she slept over at his place. They were dressed in their work uniforms in 15 minutes.

"Let's get going," she said, pulling him into another kiss, before running out the door to start up his car.

He smiled to himself, her touch still lingered on his lips. Before joining her, he thought to himself, I can't wait for tonight.


Hope you liked this! I don't know why, but I decided to make it the night before the Mansion Incident, so obviously their date never happens. (*sob sob*).

I chose Night of the Living Dead for the movie because George A. Romero wrote and directed it, and he wrote his own version of the Resident Evil films that was (sadly) declined. He wrote Chris and Jill as boyfriend/girlfriend and they were living together, sleeping together, etc. I would have much rather had his version over that Alice shit. (PS I like the movies) I might do something based on what he wrote.