Note: Slowly, but surely. I'm coming out of my complete writer's block. And
think my writing is actually getting better and better. Scary, huh? O.O
In the Future (Sorta Epilogue Thingy)
Time passed by, and Denny was now a happily married man. Claire and Leon weren't back yet, but they had decided to go off on a little vacation of their own, Chris shuttered to think what they were doing. It probably wasn't as bad as he thought, just the two sitting around watching Beavis and Butthead episodes Claire had managed to tape before the show was sadly canceled. But as it was, Chris noticed a definite "thing" going on between his younger sister and Leon Kennedy. Maybe it was Leon's floppy hair style...It was always the hair when it came to what girls liked about guys.
'Maybe I should grow my hair out a little longer and let it fall all over my face too', Chris thought bitterly.
Not only had it been a month gone by without much word from Claire and what exactly she was up to with Leon, but Jill had become unbearably grouchy and demanding all of a sudden. PMS couldn't last that long...could it?
Chris shielded his eyes from a glare through the window blinds he was sitting next to. The light was too strong and bright, he felt like his pupils would burst from strain. Then he turned away and stood up to find a different seat in the room. This was something he had been doing over and over that morning; Out of pure boredom of course.
Finally, to Chris's relief, the front door to the apartment creaked open slowly and Jill walked in. Somehow she looked more tired than she was when she had left. She hadn't been very specific on where exactly it was she was leaving to so soon, but apparently whatever Jill had found there, it caused her to be in a dark mood now.
"Hey Jill. Anything bothering you?" Chris asked, trying to sound as humble as possible for her.
"Yes, as a matter-of-fact. But with your narcissistic opinions on everything in my life, I'd rather not discuss it right now", she growled under her breath.
Chris stared for a moment in wide eye, then merely shrugged in reply, "If that's how you're going to be...", he trailed off.
"It is, thank you", Jill mumbled before heading off to her own room.
"What is her problem", Chris thought aloud.
Now inside Jill's room, she could be found face first on her bed, sobbing silently into a pillow. A document of papers slipped from her grasp and scattered across the tan carpeted floor, unnoticed. Jill decided to just cry herself asleep before she cause an argument with Chris, and she felt sick at the thought of just talking to him anyway.
Head panging, heart aching, and eyes swelling, Jill felt horrible physically and shattered mentally at the realization of what was happening so quickly. To make more sense, the short story of what had happened is now called for.
Only a week ago Jill had called in and made an appointment to see a doctor out of mere gut reaction, quite literally actually. She hadn't felt to well for a while and Jill had begun to think it was safe just to get a simple routine check up. Even though check ups weren't as routine as she wished them to be. Well, Jill had managed to get her appointment through with a few days ago. The results came back this day she lay weeping on the bed in what could be mourning. The doctors were pretty convinced that she, honorable, clean, intelligent Jill Valentine, was...
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Jill had fallen asleep after nearly an hour, and Chris was now peeking in at her. His curiosity got the best of him. And even though he knew not to disturb Jill when she was in a mad mood, he just couldn't help it. He cared for her enough to worry about her at times like this.
A glint of white paper from the floor caught Chris's eye now, and silently treaded over to pick it up and a few other sheets that had been laying, tossed about it. Chris stood back up, hoping not to wake Jill, then began to read the papers.
'She had a doctor's appointment? Jill never said anything about a doctor's appointment to me. Must have gotten a head cold or something', Chris thought before finding the page with the lab results on it.
"PREGNANT?!" Chris howled at the top of his lungs.
It was loud enough to wake the whole city, but if it hadn't awoken the city, it did wake Jill. At Chris's obnoxiously loud yelp, Jill had sprung from the bed like a cat whose tail had just been smashed under someone's heel.
"Ever since when did you want to kill me by fright?!" She bellowed at Chris, but stopped once she realized what he was now gawking at.
'The documents!' her mind screeched to a blaring halt, and all frantic thoughts seemed to dim into a shallow despair.
"Chris", Jill whispered, not in a depressed way, but more in a worried one. Chris looked as if he were about to fall into a nervous breakdown at what he was just now learning.
"Jill", he whispered back, trying to remain composed.
"It's your child", it's all she could think of to say to him. Blunt? Of course. But did she have much choice?
"I was hoping you'd say it was a joke and laugh at me for being so overwhelmed, but I guess you can shit in one hand and hope in the other to see which fills up first", Chris said idly. He stared off into space with a stupid expression worn across his face.
"I love you?" Jill said unsure. She had no idea what he wanted her to say, and quite frankly it was beginning to piss her off. It takes two to make a baby.
"I love you", Chris nodded finally, "and I'm sorry."
"For what? Getting me pregnant?" Jill asked suspiciously.
"It takes two to make babies, you know", Chris answered dryly.
'I'll be damned', Jill thought bewilderedly.
"You're right. I just wish I could have told you this on my own, and not have some paper inform you of my somewhat sudden pregnancy. You deserve that much", Jill held tightly onto Chris's shoulder as she spoke.
"It's ok, really. I guess that explains your moodiness earlier. But I think maybe you should rest, being in your condition", Chris muttered sheepishly still.
Chris stood shakily and began to stumble out of the room before Jill stopped him.
"Hey you know you can't get me pregnant now that I already am. I think it's safe to say you can stay with me in here", Jill said hopefully.
"Ah, right", Chris smiled a bit before staggering around and lying himself next to Jill in her bed, "but don't say you aren't fully warned. I may bite in my sleep."
Jill snorted in laughter and pressed her face against Chris's chest before closing her eyes to sleep.
'At least he isn't an asshole about it', Jill thought, a little relieved at how simple that played through, 'less thinking, more sleeping.'
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"Gaaaah! Claire no! Bad idea!"
"Trust me! This goes here!"
"Nooooooooo!"
A stack of uno stack tiles collapsed completely to the mahogany, red wood table as Claire pulled a specific one out of place in the tower to relocate it. Unfortunately, Claire hadn't really gotten the hang of it yet, and most of her attempts were, well to be blunt, shitty.
"How can we have an interesting game when we can't even get through five turns without you messing up?" Leon gripped.
"Oh well! This game was made for fruit-cakes with loads of logic and patience that I'll never possess, Yoda!" Claire snapped back sarcastically.
Leon laughed at the comment, and pulled Claire into a hug, "It's ok. Maybe we should, erm, watch a movie instead?"
"Sure! Let's watch Bambi!" Claire laughed.
"How about we not and say we did anyways?" Leon sneered playfully, "Actually I was thinking of something a bit...scarier! Like..."
"Silence of the Lambs? Not a complete horror flick, but it has its moments", Claire answered for him.
"Now that's something I can agree on", Leon smiled happily. He stood up and left the table to search for the box of video tapes he had smuggled along with them, then returned within a minute, tape in hand.
"Last one to the couch is a...", Leon started but never finished once Claire had dashed off for the couch and made a flying leap, only to land gracefully on the cushions to his astonishment, "Damn Claire. I already declared the Olympics banned from this area."
"Not even just jumping on the couch? Man that law really, really blows", Claire groaned.
"Well you did agree to it earlier", Leon mumbled as he popped the flick into the VCR and flopped down next to Claire.
"Ya know. If it gets to scary, you can always hold onto me. I won't mind", Leon winked casually.
"Tcht! Here I'll give you the honors by just clinging to you now", Claire imitated Leon's sneer.
By the time Clarice (in the movie) had finally met Hannibal Lecter, Claire had settled down and stopped making oddball comments at awkward moments. And even a bit later on she had fallen asleep in Leon's arms, as the movie just wasn't appealing to her this night, all her thoughts were locked on her beloved Leon. Which didn't bother him either, because now he had an excuse to fall asleep on the couch with her under him.
All and all, it was safe to say that it was a happy ending in this story for these two.
THE END
End of Story Note:
Aran: I'm just playing! XD Haha! I bet I really got some of you's to go "NOOOOOOOOO!" Well, technically it is the end of THIS story. I am going to make a new story..a sequel...just because I can. . And because what will follow is a completely different storyline compared to this one right now. So we're just gonna kinda consider this an epilogue, even though it didn't really seem like one...well to me it didn't. But anyways, R&R, let me know what you think.
In the Future (Sorta Epilogue Thingy)
Time passed by, and Denny was now a happily married man. Claire and Leon weren't back yet, but they had decided to go off on a little vacation of their own, Chris shuttered to think what they were doing. It probably wasn't as bad as he thought, just the two sitting around watching Beavis and Butthead episodes Claire had managed to tape before the show was sadly canceled. But as it was, Chris noticed a definite "thing" going on between his younger sister and Leon Kennedy. Maybe it was Leon's floppy hair style...It was always the hair when it came to what girls liked about guys.
'Maybe I should grow my hair out a little longer and let it fall all over my face too', Chris thought bitterly.
Not only had it been a month gone by without much word from Claire and what exactly she was up to with Leon, but Jill had become unbearably grouchy and demanding all of a sudden. PMS couldn't last that long...could it?
Chris shielded his eyes from a glare through the window blinds he was sitting next to. The light was too strong and bright, he felt like his pupils would burst from strain. Then he turned away and stood up to find a different seat in the room. This was something he had been doing over and over that morning; Out of pure boredom of course.
Finally, to Chris's relief, the front door to the apartment creaked open slowly and Jill walked in. Somehow she looked more tired than she was when she had left. She hadn't been very specific on where exactly it was she was leaving to so soon, but apparently whatever Jill had found there, it caused her to be in a dark mood now.
"Hey Jill. Anything bothering you?" Chris asked, trying to sound as humble as possible for her.
"Yes, as a matter-of-fact. But with your narcissistic opinions on everything in my life, I'd rather not discuss it right now", she growled under her breath.
Chris stared for a moment in wide eye, then merely shrugged in reply, "If that's how you're going to be...", he trailed off.
"It is, thank you", Jill mumbled before heading off to her own room.
"What is her problem", Chris thought aloud.
Now inside Jill's room, she could be found face first on her bed, sobbing silently into a pillow. A document of papers slipped from her grasp and scattered across the tan carpeted floor, unnoticed. Jill decided to just cry herself asleep before she cause an argument with Chris, and she felt sick at the thought of just talking to him anyway.
Head panging, heart aching, and eyes swelling, Jill felt horrible physically and shattered mentally at the realization of what was happening so quickly. To make more sense, the short story of what had happened is now called for.
Only a week ago Jill had called in and made an appointment to see a doctor out of mere gut reaction, quite literally actually. She hadn't felt to well for a while and Jill had begun to think it was safe just to get a simple routine check up. Even though check ups weren't as routine as she wished them to be. Well, Jill had managed to get her appointment through with a few days ago. The results came back this day she lay weeping on the bed in what could be mourning. The doctors were pretty convinced that she, honorable, clean, intelligent Jill Valentine, was...
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Jill had fallen asleep after nearly an hour, and Chris was now peeking in at her. His curiosity got the best of him. And even though he knew not to disturb Jill when she was in a mad mood, he just couldn't help it. He cared for her enough to worry about her at times like this.
A glint of white paper from the floor caught Chris's eye now, and silently treaded over to pick it up and a few other sheets that had been laying, tossed about it. Chris stood back up, hoping not to wake Jill, then began to read the papers.
'She had a doctor's appointment? Jill never said anything about a doctor's appointment to me. Must have gotten a head cold or something', Chris thought before finding the page with the lab results on it.
"PREGNANT?!" Chris howled at the top of his lungs.
It was loud enough to wake the whole city, but if it hadn't awoken the city, it did wake Jill. At Chris's obnoxiously loud yelp, Jill had sprung from the bed like a cat whose tail had just been smashed under someone's heel.
"Ever since when did you want to kill me by fright?!" She bellowed at Chris, but stopped once she realized what he was now gawking at.
'The documents!' her mind screeched to a blaring halt, and all frantic thoughts seemed to dim into a shallow despair.
"Chris", Jill whispered, not in a depressed way, but more in a worried one. Chris looked as if he were about to fall into a nervous breakdown at what he was just now learning.
"Jill", he whispered back, trying to remain composed.
"It's your child", it's all she could think of to say to him. Blunt? Of course. But did she have much choice?
"I was hoping you'd say it was a joke and laugh at me for being so overwhelmed, but I guess you can shit in one hand and hope in the other to see which fills up first", Chris said idly. He stared off into space with a stupid expression worn across his face.
"I love you?" Jill said unsure. She had no idea what he wanted her to say, and quite frankly it was beginning to piss her off. It takes two to make a baby.
"I love you", Chris nodded finally, "and I'm sorry."
"For what? Getting me pregnant?" Jill asked suspiciously.
"It takes two to make babies, you know", Chris answered dryly.
'I'll be damned', Jill thought bewilderedly.
"You're right. I just wish I could have told you this on my own, and not have some paper inform you of my somewhat sudden pregnancy. You deserve that much", Jill held tightly onto Chris's shoulder as she spoke.
"It's ok, really. I guess that explains your moodiness earlier. But I think maybe you should rest, being in your condition", Chris muttered sheepishly still.
Chris stood shakily and began to stumble out of the room before Jill stopped him.
"Hey you know you can't get me pregnant now that I already am. I think it's safe to say you can stay with me in here", Jill said hopefully.
"Ah, right", Chris smiled a bit before staggering around and lying himself next to Jill in her bed, "but don't say you aren't fully warned. I may bite in my sleep."
Jill snorted in laughter and pressed her face against Chris's chest before closing her eyes to sleep.
'At least he isn't an asshole about it', Jill thought, a little relieved at how simple that played through, 'less thinking, more sleeping.'
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"Gaaaah! Claire no! Bad idea!"
"Trust me! This goes here!"
"Nooooooooo!"
A stack of uno stack tiles collapsed completely to the mahogany, red wood table as Claire pulled a specific one out of place in the tower to relocate it. Unfortunately, Claire hadn't really gotten the hang of it yet, and most of her attempts were, well to be blunt, shitty.
"How can we have an interesting game when we can't even get through five turns without you messing up?" Leon gripped.
"Oh well! This game was made for fruit-cakes with loads of logic and patience that I'll never possess, Yoda!" Claire snapped back sarcastically.
Leon laughed at the comment, and pulled Claire into a hug, "It's ok. Maybe we should, erm, watch a movie instead?"
"Sure! Let's watch Bambi!" Claire laughed.
"How about we not and say we did anyways?" Leon sneered playfully, "Actually I was thinking of something a bit...scarier! Like..."
"Silence of the Lambs? Not a complete horror flick, but it has its moments", Claire answered for him.
"Now that's something I can agree on", Leon smiled happily. He stood up and left the table to search for the box of video tapes he had smuggled along with them, then returned within a minute, tape in hand.
"Last one to the couch is a...", Leon started but never finished once Claire had dashed off for the couch and made a flying leap, only to land gracefully on the cushions to his astonishment, "Damn Claire. I already declared the Olympics banned from this area."
"Not even just jumping on the couch? Man that law really, really blows", Claire groaned.
"Well you did agree to it earlier", Leon mumbled as he popped the flick into the VCR and flopped down next to Claire.
"Ya know. If it gets to scary, you can always hold onto me. I won't mind", Leon winked casually.
"Tcht! Here I'll give you the honors by just clinging to you now", Claire imitated Leon's sneer.
By the time Clarice (in the movie) had finally met Hannibal Lecter, Claire had settled down and stopped making oddball comments at awkward moments. And even a bit later on she had fallen asleep in Leon's arms, as the movie just wasn't appealing to her this night, all her thoughts were locked on her beloved Leon. Which didn't bother him either, because now he had an excuse to fall asleep on the couch with her under him.
All and all, it was safe to say that it was a happy ending in this story for these two.
THE END
End of Story Note:
Aran: I'm just playing! XD Haha! I bet I really got some of you's to go "NOOOOOOOOO!" Well, technically it is the end of THIS story. I am going to make a new story..a sequel...just because I can. . And because what will follow is a completely different storyline compared to this one right now. So we're just gonna kinda consider this an epilogue, even though it didn't really seem like one...well to me it didn't. But anyways, R&R, let me know what you think.