Disclaimer: Resident Evil belongs to Capcom. I merely own this story.

Dr. Mclean had been right. It had only taken Jill a week to fully recover. Her strength was almost up to par. She had spent her days with Dr. Mclean building up her strength; walking, running, jumping. Everything Wesker had asked of her. The blonde was there on several occasions. He would stand in the back and observe Jill. His eyes seared into her skin. She would often lose her footing or be unable to do the simplest of task with Wesker watching her with his judgmental eyes. He stared down at her, a condescending glare plastered on his smug face as he silently wrote down notes on a clipboard.

On the seventh day, while Jill was in the middle of her rehabilitation, Wesker abruptly left. He would always stay until the end of her sessions. He would talk with Dr. Mclean, leaving Jill to cool off.

Dr. Mclean stared at the door Wesker had just exited. His face began to scrunch up into an unimpressed scowl. "Excella must be here…" He muttered under his breath.

Jill stopped from her plank stretching position on the floor. "Excella? What is she doing here?" Jill could still remember the woman she had met the previous year. She cringed at the thought of the haughty woman. Jill could only think of what she would say to her. Probably some remark on Jill's new blonde locks.

"What is Excella doing here?"

Dr. Mclean looked at her for a moment before speaking, "Excella Gionne is the head of the Africa Tricell division. She's just now returning from a business trip in America. She was meeting with a man named Irving."

"Who's Irving?" Jill asked, now piqued with interest.

Dr. Mclean shook his head gingerly, "I don't know exactly. I do know that he is an important business associate of Wesker and Excella, he may even work for Tricell." He shifted his eyes, "I heard he's a black market salesman."

"What does he sell?"

Dr. Mclean gulped, a worried expression on his aged face. "B.O.W.'s."

Jill felt her stomach twist into a knot. That was one of her most hated things to hear. The fact that people actually sold them made her cringe in hatred. Did people have no ethnics whatsoever? "Oh." It was all Jill could really say without losing her temper and harming herself in the process.

Wesker returned soon after Jill had finished her session. she had been sitting on the floor, head resting against the plain wall. He didn't acknowledge her presence when he reappeared. He only spoke with Dr. Mclean, both of their voices were hushed so that Jill would be unable to hear them. She was only able to make out a few of their words. 'Irving, here, Jill, P-30 and doses.' All of the words worried Jill. They didn't mean anything good.

Wesker turned to Jill's resting body, "Come, Jill." He ordered curtly.

She complied, obeying him seemed like the only thing Jill did these days. Whatever he asked, she would do. All that was done without the use of P-30.

Wesker led Jill to a simple meeting room in one of the higher levels. It was similar too the one back in Raccoon City, only because they were bother plain and basic. A long table sat in the middle of the room, the usual uncomfortable office chairs decorated the edges of the table. In one of those chairs sat Excella Gionne. She looked just as she had the previous year, with the exception of her changed clothing attire and differently styled hair. She still looked gorgeous beyond belief. How Wesker managed to keep focused with her around was beyond Jill. She stood to greet Wesker, opening her arms for a welcoming hug.

"Albert!" She cooed, her eyes batting.

Wesker walked towards her, "It's good to see you again Excella." He returned her hug, a hint of reluctance was in his actions. Something Jill had never seen Wesker do before, openly embrace somebody else. Jill curled her lip at the sight. Excella looked over at her, returning Jill's sneer with her own particularly nasty glare.

"Jill…" Excella muttered, her accent rolling the 'l's in her name.

Jill lowered her head in a gracious manner, "Excella."

"It's a pleasure to see you. How have you been?" Her eyes sharp with disgust.

Jill bit her tongue, not wanting to spark anything between the two women. "Fine, thank you."

Wesker rolled his eyes, agitated with their petty rivalry. "Irving will be arriving soon." Her glared at both of the women, "Both of you should be on your best behaviour. You especially, Jill. I predict you will be working with him in the future."

She raised an eyebrow, now interested with his words. "What do you mean?"

"I have big plans for you Jill. It's a good thing you're almost fully healed."

She stared at him for a few seconds, still confused on what he meant. Their eye contact was shortly broken by an obnoxious loud knocking at the door.

"Come in Irving." Wesker ordered. Turning to take his seat at the head of the table.

The door creaked open, revealing a lanky man. His hair cut much to high, giving the illusion that he had an unusually oversized forehead. Dark eyes looked around, unsure of himself. Overall, he looked like an oversized man-child in designer clothing. He gave them a crooked smile, revealing his perfectly white and straight teeth. Jill glanced at the briefcase he carried. Her stomach churned at what might be inside. The slender man looked at her, his thin eyebrows raised.

The blonde woman averted his gaze, the look in his eyes told her he was thinking of something lustful.

"It's nice to see you again so soon Irving." Excella cooed, her voice much to soft for her sharp facial expression. It appeared that neither Excella nor Wesker liked this man, Jill had to agree with them.

Wesker motioned for them to sit down. He stood waiting for them all to sit. It had always been in his nature to have such manners, especially when it was business related. "Please sit. We have much to discuss."

Excella was the first to sit down, she took her place next to the chair at the head of the table. Irving followed her, his eyes still followed Jill's body. She cringed at the two. She had the option to sit next to a woman she loathed or a man who disturbed her. She sighed, taking long slow strides to her seat. Wesker stared at her, his look almost angry at her for not taking her seat quicker. Jill plopped herself down into the chair, hands placed firmly in her lap, her eyes avoiding her company's eyes. Wesker took his seat at the head of the table. His hands clasped together, just as she had seen him do before back in Raccoon City.

"Were you able to get the Las Plagas samples I asked for Irving?" Wesker inquired.

Irving nodded, swinging the briefcase onto the table. The metal made a loud clang against the wooden table. He clicked it open. Inside revealed three vials surrounded by a black foam casing. Each vile looked nearly identical. "All three types of Plagas are in here. Type one, two and three." He closed the case and slid it over to Wesker.

Jill wanted to vomit, Irving had just given Wesker the Las Plagas virus. She had read about it in the Kennedy Report. The effects had shown much worse than the T-virus or G-virus.

Wesker nodded. "Good. I will have your payment ready in a short while."

"How is the Uroboros Project coming along Albert?"

"It's almost near completion," he looked down at Jill, her face still scrunched up from their transaction, "thanks to Jill here. Which brings me to my next subject. With Jill being almost completely up to par with her previous strength, she will be able to be tested on more with P-30. With our first test run it lasted roughly fifteen minutes, but she was substantially weaker then. I suggest that we fashion her a device that will regularly administer the drug into her system. How long do you think that would take for it to be designed Excella?"

Excella pursed her lips, "A few weeks perhaps, I'll have our scientists and designers start on something. Where would it be placed?"

"Somewhere that won't immobilize her in any way and won't directly affect her brain activity." He flashed Jill a dark smile, "I want her to be completely aware on what's going on."

Jill cringed at him. What had been the point in bringing Jill along? They weren't even acknowledging her presence.

"And somewhere where it can be well hidden."

Excella placed a finger to her chin and began to tap it. "The chest? That way it would be near her heart and could be pumped throughout her entire body quicker."

Wesker nodded. "Excellent. Get your researchers to get started on that immediately."

"Of course Albert."

He narrowed his eyes, "I mean now."

The woman rose to her feet. "Of course, I'll go let them know right away." She strutted away, leaving Irving almost drooling on the table.

Jill sighed in relief, one of the people she didn't like was gone, now there was only two left.

Wesker turned to Jill and Irving. "Jill, I wish for us to test out the P-30 again today. You seem to have recovered enough for us to start on your training." He turned his focus to Irving. "I want you to come and witness Jill in action. I need to see how well she reacts to requests from other people, other than myself." The blonde man rose to his feet.

Irving stood soon after, leaving Jill still sitting.

"Jill come!" Wesker barked, startling the woman.

She rose from her seat following the two men down the halls to the room she had first had the drug administered. The building was almost identical to the one in Italy. Almost every turn and door was placed the exact same as the previous building.

They soon returned to the cold empty room. Wesker typed in the code, Irving eyes watched it closely. He began to mouth it over. Jill wondered why he was trying to remember the code, there was nothing in there he would ever need. Wesker entered the room first, he instantly walked over to the table and began to prepare another dose for Jill. She stood in the doorway, her feet slowly began to back away. Irving walked ahead of her, completely unaware of her movements. Jill managed a few more steps back before Wesker stopped her.

"Irving, will you stop Jill. She's trying to make another useless escape attempt again." Wesker said, his eyes still glued to the syringe in his hands.

Irving turned and grabbed Jill's arm, dragging her back into the room. His hands were rough and callused against her skin. She wriggled her arm free backing away as far as possible.

Wesker made a deep sigh, "Will you hold her still? She's trying to make things difficult again."

Irving nodded, he began to walk towards Jill. She ducked out of his reach. He reached out for her again, but she evaded his grip once again.

"Will you hurry up?" Wesker snarled.

"I-I'm sorry. She keeps moving."

Wesker huffed in annoyance. "You really are useless."

The blonde man was suddenly upon Jill, his hand came into contact with her neck, slamming her into the nearby wall. She cried out in pain at the sudden impact, flailing her arms and legs in any possible direction. He tightened his grip on her neck, stopping her constant moving. His hand jerked her neck to the side. The needle was plunged into her neck. His grip released. She raised her hands to the spot it he had just touched. He had held her neck too many times.

Her body soon reverted back into it's emotionless state. Wesker smirked, Irving stared with interest in his eyes.

"Jill run towards Irving." Wesker ordered.

Jill ran towards Irving with ease.

"Good. Now, let's try something more complex. Walk to the middle of the room."

Jill walked towards the middle of the room.

"Jill, do a handstand."

Jill stepped forward into a perfect handstand.

"Walk."

What? Jill thought. She had never been able to walk on her hands before. She could do a number of physical moves and balances but walking on her hands had always been something she had never been able to master.

Her body began to move on it's own accord, each arm taking a step forward in a fluid motion.

"Stop." Wesker turned to Irving. "Tell her to do something. I want to see how she reacts to others orders."

"What do I tell her to do?"

"Anything."

"Uh… Flip over backwards into the bridge?"

Jill flipped her legs over her head into the bridge. She stood in there for several moments as Irving stared at her. Wesker nodded, mumbling something under his breath.

The blonde man turned to Irving, "Well I've seen all I need to see. You may leave now."

"What?" Irving asked.

"You don't need to be here any longer. You may leave and return to your research or whatever you're working on at the moment." He sharpened his expression, startling Irving.

"Oh, okay." He walked out of the room, leaving Jill alone with Wesker once again.

"Well Jill. Now that you're back to full strength let's see how long the serum really lasts." He stood in a defensive stance, ready for Jill to attack. "Come at me. Attack me."

Jill obeyed. She lunged at him, fists ready for action. She took a swing at his head, he dodged it with ease. Jill attempted to bring her leg up to kick him. He counterattacked by grabbing her thigh, his gloved hand clenching her leg. "Well isn't this quite familiar. Remember anything important?" Wesker taunted, his face in close. She took the opening, Jill smashed her head into Weskers. He released his grip on her leg. She swung her stable leg into his side, slightly shifting his balance.

"My, my. It seems I've been underestimating your abilities."

Jill took another swing to his face, only to find her clenched hand caught by his own.

He smirked at her, "Is that a facial expression I detect?"

Jill stopped, it seemed that in her fit of fury she had just let the drug take over.

Wesker twisted her arm back, causing her to cry out in pain, her voice a twisted yelp. "Ten minutes, forty-two seconds while you are in full strength. This really makes thing quite difficult."

Jill stumbled on her feet, not wanting to fall to the ground. She hated him. He was the worst person she had ever met. She hated what he made her do. What he did to others. Even how he manipulated Excella.

"You disgust me." Jill breathed, clutching her arm.

Wesker's face twisted into a devious smirk. "Do you really think your childish insults will offend me after all this time?"

Jill bit her lip, agitated with the fact that she didn't have any smart comeback prepared.

"Well then Jill, let's continue your training. There are some things I want to test out."

He approached her, needle in hand ready to stab her delicate skin.

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Jill was returned to her room several hours later. She flopped onto her bed, glad to be back in her room, her body free of the drug. Wesker had pushed her much to hard that day. He had asked her to do several near impossible stunts, all of which Jill managed to complete with ease, thanks to the drug. She was unaware that she could bend in such ways or run that fast or jump that high. She couldn't help but notice that her own abilities reflected that of Weskers. She was no where near as powerful as Wesker but her body seemed enhanced, in almost everyway.

Soon after she heard a knock on her door.

"Come in." It was definitely not Wesker, he never would have knocked. Jill knew it was either Dr. Mclean or another nurse on duty.

"How are you feeling Jill?"

"Fine. A little sore, nothing I can't handle."

Dr. Mclean nodded, his hands tucked behind his back.

"What are you hiding?" Jill asked, curiosity now piqued.

He glanced over his shoulder, a dorky smile plastered on his aged face. He walked over to the nightstand beside Jill's bed, keeping whatever was behind his back hidden from Jill. "Close your eyes."

Jill raised an eyebrow, unsure if she should at first, but the look on his face told her that it would be okay if she did. She shut her eyes, a sudden exhaustion swept over her weary body. A small amount of shuffling was heard in Jill's ears.

"Open them."

Jill opened her eyes to see Dr. Mclean standing at the foot of her bed, an oversized Santa hat draped on his head. She turned to find a small fur tree on her night table. It was covered in small beads and tinsel. A tiny star sat on the top of it.

"Merry Christmas Jill." Dr. Mclean cheered.

Jill's eyes opened wide, she was shocked. She wasn't even aware that it had been December, let alone Christmas. Her face softened into a warm smile, small tears filling the corners of her eyes.

The elderly man called out in the hallway. "Come in guys!"

Several nurses came pouring into the room, one holding a bottle and several glasses. "Merry Christmas!" They shouted simultaneously.

"Merry Christmas." Jill continued her smile, the tears threatening to spill over and drench her pale cheeks.

I AM SO UNBEIVABLY SORRY! I had part of this written about a month ago, but then life and school got in the way of everything. D: Also during winter break I started working on a manga project, which also took a lot of my free time, but now I've gained back most of my time so I should be able to continue to update.