Sorry its so short, but this is the final chapter in this part. Look for Velocity, which is the continuation. :D

Jill Valentine found Chris laying slump against a wall. She had heart gunshots from down where Leon and Rebecca had resided with herself. She went to see what caused all the noise, and if Wesker had really won. Jill fell by Chris's side and grabbed his arm, shaking him.

"Chris? Chris wake up! Hey get up!" Chris Redfield stirred, he tried opening his eyes, but they fell shut as he moved.

"Claire…he took her….I failed..she…he…so sorry." The initial shock that Wesker still had Claire in his possession didn't surprise her, in fact, she knew it because if Claire was free, she would have been beside Chris at that moment.

"It'll be alright Chris, we can get her back. We-"

"My legs, I think I can't walk anymore." Jill glanced at Chris's legs, both bloody beneath the green combat pants. She winced as she gazed at him. Seeing him like this killed Jill.

"Listen Redfield, I love you, but you need to get your ass up! Sitting here and thinking what you should of done won't get you any closer to finding Claire. Wesker will contact us soon. You know that." He nodded, knowing she was right. Chris wrapped his arm around Jill's neck, and limped on his better leg.

"It should have been me, he was suppose to kill me…" Jill looked at Chris, who didn't return the connection. "What do you mean Chris?"

"I…warned Leon that I may not be coming back. Jill, Wesker wanted me dead, and I was going to let him kill me, in hopes that he would stop coming after you and Claire and everyone else." Jill's grip on his side tightened, her heart rising to her throat as if she were going to vomit the muscle right out.

"I'm sorry Valentine…"

"You shouldn't of tried that you idiot!" She began to cry, almost falling to the ground under the weight of them both, luckily her anger gave her strength. "I could of helped you! Why can't you just see that you're a human! Not a hero!" Chris looked away from her, understanding that she needed him, no matter how indepenant she claimed to be. "Jill I-"

"Rebecca will fix your legs so that we can take the jet home without carrying you."

Leon and Rebecca shot out of the room on cue and ran up to the couple as they noticed Chris's handicap. Leon took Chris's other shoulder and helped them along. Jill felt intense anger for Leon as well for knowing Chris was planning assisted suicide, but didn't tell her about it. "Damn Redfield." Leon whispered. "Wheres Claire? Is she okay?" Chris looked up at Rebecca, who asked the question.

"He took her….but from now on," Chris paused and looked at Leon seriously "I'm letting Jill call the shots."

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Claire's eyes cracked open, then shut again.

Light…light? So gray…

Claire's eyes peeked open again, she saw a car window, sprinkled in rain droplets. The gray sky was light.

Tree's? So many trees….where are we…

Her eyes sealed back down. From beyond her swimming head, a presence noticed her waking.

"Dear heart, coming to are you?"

Wesker…Wesker…Chris?

Claire's eyes shot open at the flooding of memories.

Chris getting shot...Wesker hauling her away...his words before everything went black.

Claire sat up and stared at the back of Weskers head from where he layed her in the back seat. Though it was cloudy, it was still bright outside, and lone rain drops sprinkled the windshield. She let out a moaned and shivered from cold and fear.

"Where are we going? Why have you-?"

"Why Miss Redfield? Because you gave me the choice and I used it." Claire leaned her back against the car door and let her head rest on the chilled window. She winced. "What made you change your mind?" Wesker stayed silent for a few seconds, either thinking about his answer, or leaving her waiting on his every word. "I have my plans, and they require your presence. That's all you need to know right now."