Disclaimer: All Characters, settings and other Resident Evil things belong to Capcom. Story belongs to me.

Authors Note: I'm not really sure where this came from, but I had read a few Fanfics of Jill and Wesker after the Spencer incident and I decided to make on of my own. I apologize in advance if there are some similarities to other stories. It was not intentional. And to warn you ahead of time there will be grammatical errors. So if you could point them out for me that would be great. Thanks and enjoy story!

"JIIIIIILLLLLLL!"

Those were the last words Jill heard before she tumbled off the cliff. Her fists clenched tight against Wesker's shirt as Chris's voice rang in her ears. Her mind was at a blank, the only thing she could think of was if she had made the right decision. She had lunged at Wesker before he could crush Chris's neck. It had been a frenzied moment, her feet moved to quick before her mind could process what was going on. She had done the only thing she could do. In the last moments before everything went blank, Jill let one thought enter her mind; Had sacrificing herself to take down Wesker really been worth it? She would of gladly given her life if it meant Wesker had come to an end.

She braced herself as she saw the ground come hurtling towards them. Jill was terrified during the final moments of her life.

Wesker awoke several minutes after they collided with the ground. He sat up to find the broken figure of Jill Valentine lying on top of him. He suddenly remember what had happened moments earlier. Jill had ran at him, pushing both herself and him out of the window. He had lost his grip on Chris. Anger started bubble up inside of him, he threw her off of him into the side of the cliff.

He stood up and walked over to her. He could feel the blood from his eye trickling down his face, he stuck his tongue out to taste it. It was salty and cold. His clothes were stained with blood and mud.

Glancing down at Jill, who seemed to be dead, he muttered under his breath.

"Stupid woman. Thinking I would die from merely falling out of a window. How sad that you died in vain. You had been a thorn in my side for far too long." He leaned down to pick her up by the neck.

His eyes widened when he felt a faint pulse in her neck. She was alive! He must of broken her fall. He then tightened his grip on her neck. He could feel her body writhe under his touch. Jill began to attempt to cough, but all that came out were a few broken breathes.

The damn bitch should be dead already. He glanced down at her hands as she attempted to bring them up to his wrists. You had to admire her human strength. She could have been a valuable weapon if she had the proper injections. No matter, he thought. Her life would be over in a few short seconds.

Wesker tightened his grip on her neck, ready to end her pathetic life when his heightened hearing picked up something in the wind. It was Chris's voice.

"Jill!" Wesker picked up the terror and sadness in his voice. A faint smile graced Weskers lips, when he thought of how broken he must be. The loss of his long time partner and friend should have broken his spirit.

Another thought came across his mind; if he killed Jill right here and now, Chris would find her. But if he took her with him it would take away any closer he might obtain from seeing Jill's body lying cold and broken in the mud. Wesker still thought of ending her life, but decided against it considering that it would look bad if he emerged with a dead body in his arms.

Although it angered him to do so, he released Jill from his grasp. She fell to the ground in a heap of broken skin and bones, attempting a few weak breathes. As she attempted to clutch her neck, her entire body began to tremble. Seeing her in pain gave Wesker a small amount of joy.

He leaned down and pulled her up by the collar of her shirt. He pressed his lips against her ear and whispered; "You're lucky I'm letting you live. But just think about this; every moment you live, Chris will be in agony. He will never know what happened to you. He will forever wonder if you died or are alive. And you will never be able to see him again. Feel his friendly touch, or hear his teasing voice. You will be at my mercy. Just remember that. Remember that I have given you this gift. I will expect you to repay it back in any way you can. So be prepared to do anything I ask." He paused to look at her face, she was too weak to show any emotion, maybe even to weak to know what he was saying. But he could feel a small fire inside her raging at him, even if she wasn't aware of it. "I'll let you live…. For now. So you had better prove to be useful to me."

With that last remark he quickly picked her up. He could feel her tense when he did so. Even in a situation like this Jill didn't allow herself to relax.

Wesker began to walk forward, the rain, he had just noticed, pouring against their skin. Washing away small amounts of blood and mud. He looked at Jill who was lying limp in his arms. Her head hung limp. Wesker then changed her position so that her head was supported by his arms. Her hands were then tucked into her lap. As he did so, he could feel Jill latch her hand onto his shirt again. Wesker noticed how her once near perfect fingers, were now caked with mud and blood. Her nails were almost all broken and bleeding. Judging by the fall she had probably broken her leg and fractured a few ribs.

His ears perked up as he heard her attempt to say something. Her face was pressed in between his arms and chest. He could just barely make out the attempt to speak. But it didn't mater, he knew exactly what she wanted to say. "Chris…." He made a small chuckle at her. When she was able to move again, he knew she was going to be a handful for him. After she said that single word he felt her body go completely limp, her hand fell from his shirt and into her lap. He smirked to himself at her helplessness. Knowing she was at his mercy, she might prove to be a helpful toy. But he have to wait and see what the future brought.

When Jill awoke she found herself in an alien environment. She was lying in a rather uncomfortable bed. Her vision was blurry at first, attempting to adjust to the sudden change in lighting. She seemed to be in a cheap hotel. After her eyes adjusted, Jill glanced around to see if anyone was around. She seemed to be alone.

Something told her that she should get out of that room. The fact that she was alive was surprise enough. She crept out of the bed, it creaked loudly as she moved. Placing her feet on the old and matted carpet, Jill made her escape for the door. Her thoughts to analyze what was going on would have to wait for later. Opening the door she winced at the sunlight gazing over the horizon, the birds chirping told her it was early dawn. It seemed that she had been in a Motel. This made things easier for her, now all she had to do was get as far away as she possibly could.

After taking a few steps Jill felt a sharp pain run up her leg. She fell to the ground, clenching her teeth together to stop from crying out in pain. Glancing down she pulled up her pant leg, noticing that her leg was completely purple, it looked as though her knee had been dislocated and recently popped back in place. A large bandage was wrapped around her ankle, she assumed that she had sprained it. But who had helped her? It couldn't have been Wesker, could it have? She shook her head and attempted to limp away. There was no point in thinking about it now.

Jill limped away as fast as her leg could bear. Oh she hoped nobody would see her. She managed to make it to the end of the parking lot before she heard a voice that made her blood boil and turn cold at the exact same time.

"And where do you think you are going?" Said the wretched voice behind her.

Jill stopped in mid step and turned around, hoping that what she saw wouldn't be Wesker. Closing her eyes as tight as she possibly could she turned around and opening one eye. Her hopes were useless.

Wesker was standing there with a tray full of simple medical equipment, and what seemed to be food.

A slight tone of amusement was in his voice; "And to think I went to all that trouble of fixing your leg and you repay me by attempting to run away." His voice changed drastically, there was no hint of humour, only disgust. "You should be thankful I didn't let you die right then and there."

Jill didn't say anything, she was too confused about what was going on to say anything. Wesker had let her live, even cared for her. Why? What did he want?

"So how about you be a good girl and come back into the motel room?" He began to tap his foot rapidly in an annoyed matter.

Jill had seen him do that many times back in S.T.A.R.S. She knew that meant to do what he asked or else you would get it.

Although her brain told her to keep on going, her common told her to turn around and go back into the room. Jill knew that in her state she was in match for Wesker. Especially the fact that she didn't have any weapons. Jill slowly made her way back to motel room. Feeling defeated she sat down on the creaky bed and stared at the wall.

Wesker placed the tray of medical equipment on the table and walked over to Jill. He bent down onto both knees. Without saying anything or even looking at her, he slid off one of his leather gloves, and began to zip down Jill's B.S.A.A shirt.

Jill jumped back in fear and confusion, "What are you doing?" She asked covering her face, that single movement had turned her face a shade of red, redder than a tomato.

Wesker looked up at her from beneath his ever present sunglasses. "Don't act like I haven't done this before."

"Don't remind me." Jill shuddered looking away in shame.

"I'm just checking to see if you've damaged any ribs or internal organs, it's easier if there's nothing between my hand and your skin."

Jill just merely shrugged, starring at the wall ahead of her.

Wesker made a faint smirk and placed his hand on her ribcage, he lightly pressed on each rib checking for any injuries. The tip of his fingertips pressed against the bottom of her bra. Goosebumps spread all over Jill's body at Weskers touch. He smirked to himself, his touch still made her nervous

When his fingers trailed over her lower ribs, Jill cried out in pain.

"You have one broken rib." He stood up to go pick up the tray of equipment. Taking off a roll of bandage he looked at her. "Lift up your arms."

Jill looked at him for a moment then did as she was told. He began to wrap the bandage around her torso. She was glad he hadn't asked her to take off her bra, to wrap it around her entire torso. Even after everything that had happened, that was something she didn't want to go through.

As soon as he had applied the bandages Wesker walked away and sat on the bed next to Jill's. Jill slipped back on her shirt. She glanced at her fingers, they were cleaned but appeared to have started healing. There wasn't a single finger that didn't have a scab on it. One appeared to have stitches. The rest of her body must have been cleaned already, considering what she had seen of herself. Glancing over her should Jill looked at Wesker who was now sitting there reading a book. She shivered at the thought of him touching her.

After what seemed like an eternity of silence Wesker placed the tray with food in front of her. "You should eat something. It's chicken noodle soup and crackers."

Jill still did not look at him, "Thanks."

The sight of food caused Jill's stomach to start growling loudly. She downed the food as fast as her body would allow her. As soon as she had finished the food, there wasn't anything to do. The room was too cheap for a television. But she dared to ask her current silent roommate.

"Why?" This caused Wesker to look up from his book. "Why did you save me? Why didn't you leave me to die there? Why didn't you kill me then?" Her voice started grow angrier and angrier with every word. "Why didn't you die!" She slammed her hand down on the bed.

Wesker looked at the shaking angered frame of Jill. "Why you ask? You should know the answer to this. It's quite simple. Too cause Chris pain."

Jill widened her eyes. "What?"

"If he found you there dead he would be sad yes, but if you were missing he wouldn't know what to do or what to think. This causes him more pain than just seeing your broken, mud stained lifeless body half buried in the mud. Now he'll be left wondering what happened to you." Weskers face lit up with a cruel light as he spoke of Chris suffering.

Jill was silent for a moment before muttering; "You disgust me."

Wesker started to laugh at her comment, "I would be careful with what you say. I have your life in my hands. I could end it at any moment."

Jill felt her courage bubble up from inside her. "I don't see it happening. You've had more than enough chances to do that."

Wesker raised an eyebrow at her, she could hear the anger in his voice; "What!"

"You heard me. There have been many chances you could of killed me or Chris for that matter. But you seem to always pass the offer up."

Before Jill could even blink, Wesker was upon her, his hand gripped tightly around her neck. "I wouldn't say things like that if I were you.."

In any other situation Jill would have listened and cowered at his touch. But she had nothing to lose. Wesker had her captive. She couldn't speak with his hand tightly gripped her throat. Instead she glared at him, a sinister grin on her face, challenging him to crush her throat. His grip tightened for a moment. Jill couldn't breathe. But it ended when he released her and sighed.

"I still need you for later."

Jill was clutched her throat gasping for air. "See."

Wesker simply muttered under his breath. She knew there was no need to anger him any further. It might prove to be bad for her later. Even if he wouldn't kill her it didn't mean he wouldn't make her life a living hell.

Going back to his book, he said one last thing before the two wouldn't talk for a long time. "You should rest. Your body needs to heal."

Jill nodded. She lied back onto the springy bed, it creaked and shook as she attempted to get comfortable.

Her mind began to wander until she came to a certain moment in her past. It had been one of her most remembered moments back in S.T.A.R.S before the horrible mansion incident. At the time it had been exciting and new. Now it made her cringe thinking how she had felt like that all those years ago. Jill remembered the day as clear as a bell. It had been the day Albert Wesker had been assigned to be Alpha Teams captain.

Another Authors Note: There! I did the first chapter! So far out of all the stories I have written, this one is by far my favourite. So I will probably end up updating often. Forgive me for grammar mistakes. I cannot use my Microsoft Word anymore for some reason, so I have been using a program with no grammar correction. This is just my perception on what happened to Jill during those 3 years she was with Wesker before Resident Evil 5. And during this story there will be many times that I will do flashbacks and memories of Jill and Weskers history. So please enjoy! I will leave it at T for now but it'll be M later on.