I obviously don't own anything of capcom's, and definitely not something as wonderful as resident evil.

Chapter 1: Prologue

Gently, Chris Redfield slowly eased his way out from under the weight of his comrade's head. He looked at Jill as he did so, and noticed her eyes clench in unconscious disapproval. It had only been a month since Chris had rescued Jill from his enemies grasp in this world's personal hell-hole.

Africa.

Maybe it wasn't that bad, but then again, it certainly seems as if he'd gone through hell and back. He could only slightly imagine how the woman lying next to him felt about it.

Chris lifted himself off the couch slowly, taking Jill by the shoulders so that he could lay her head down softly. Before laying her down, he smoothly pushed a throw pillow under her head, and proceeded to take the blanket off the back of the couch and let it fall over her body. Once the warmth of the blanket enveloped her, she snuggled her face closer into it.

As corny and mushy as it sounds, she was beautiful. At least that's what Chris thought as he stared at his sleeping comrade. They had been through a lot together. First it had been S.T.A.R.S., then the Spencer mansion in the Arklay Mountains, the BSAA and lastly Africa. He could remember clearly the night they landed in the woods engrossing the Spencer mansion. Where it all started…They had been called to explore recent reports of a cannibalistic cult that had committed multiple accounts of grisly murders. He remembered sharing an office with all his fellow team mates, Jill's organized desk directly in front of his own disheveled one, when his Captain, Albert Wesker, emerged from his office.

"Listen up," Captain Wesker commanded, crossing his arms over his chest. "As I'm sure you all may know. There have been recent reports of grisly murders in the Arklay Mountain region on the outskirts of Raccoon City. Many of these murders have occurred in public parks, and the assailants have even invaded homes in the region, killing entire families." Some of the S.T.A.R.S. nodded in understanding, you'd have to be born yesterday to have no knowledge of this. "I have obtained valuable information and orders to deploy my men to further investigate the site of suspicion, which spans seven miles into the vast expanse of Raccoon forest." he said coolly. He turned and walked toward the blackboard, erased the humorous doodles (done by Chris and Brad earlier that day, in efforts to entertain the bored S.T.A.R.S.), and then set out to write down some important details in sharp quick letters.

1st Unit Bravo

2nd Unit Alpha

He continued to jot down a few more things and began his instruction, "Bravo team will be deployed in a chopper and will scan the forest and Arklay Mountains from an aerial perspective. I've been ordered that my men are to pinpoint this problem as soon as possible. Not knowing what to expect, they will be armed with sufficient amounts of ammunition and supplies. If it should occur that something goes amiss, S.T.A.R.S. Alpha and I will aid in back up. I have doubts that it will come to that-"

Clearing his throat, Brad, the Alpha teams chopper pilot, began hesitantly, "Captain, isn't this mission a little lax for a special tactics team…" Wesker turned from the board slightly and glared ominously at Brad through his dark sunglasses.

"How so?" Wesker visibly fumed, angry that the hot-shot had the nerve to interrupt him, and suggest what he had.

"I uh, I- I mean, can't the local R.P.D. take care of something like this?" his voice faltering. He continued, "Aren't S.T.A.R.S. for matters of crisis?"

Wesker put down the white chalk he had been writing with, wiped his fingerless gloved hands on his pants, and slowly walked towards Brad's desk, making Brad regret what he said just as soon as he had said it. He placed his hands spread flat on Brad's desk and leaned toward him, coming only inches from his face. "And do you care to explain to me, and my fellow officers, why you interrupted me?" Wesker growled. It was more of a statement than a question.

"And furthermore, why seven people dead isn't a crisis to you?" The room was deadly quiet, Chris felt rather uncomfortable and he saw Jill shift in her seat. He knew and liked his captain (at the time) but he knew never to get on his bad side. He couldn't help but feel bad for Brad, the poor guy, and really wished he had kept his damn mouth closed before he cost them all a week's worth of paper work and laps around the track.

Brad stared up into Wesker's sunglasses, his mouth working, while nothing but a few strained sounds came out. Wesker raised an eyebrow at the man waiting for a response. "Well?"

When Brad failed to answer, Wesker finally let the man off the hook, walked back to the black board and resumed the details of the mission. Chris knew it wasn't the end of it, when they got back; Brad was in for it…

Chris' memory faded as he heard Jill stir and saw her move out of the corner of his eye. Truthfully, he couldn't remember much of what happened after that, from that moment on it was a blur. The next thing he knew, they were in the chopper on their way to Arklay because they'd lost contact with the Bravo team. And later, as a result of the betrayal of their trusted captain, every S.T.A.R.S. member was dead (save for Chris, Jill, Barry Burton, and Rebecca Chambers).

"Wesker…" he sighed. His old captain had always been intimidating, but always had a soft spot for his team, no matter how irritated he became with them. At least that's how it seemed at the time to Chris. Chris couldn't believe back then that he would have betrayed everyone and even worse, become the tyrannical megalomaniac that he was. Was, Chris thought.

Chris let out a sigh, and his brow furrowed. Well it was over now, Wesker was dead, and could never harm another innocent person again. Chris knew this himself, because he and his partner at the time, Sheva Alomar, had been the ones to end his constant reign of terror.

He looked over at Jill, and released his scowl. She looked so peaceful, but at the same time she had a different ambiance about her.

Recently, although she was clearly the same Jill from before, it also seemed as if she were a completely different person. Chris noticed an increase in a kind of shadow that always lay dormant within Jill; he gathered that it was perhaps a remnant of her memories of the time she spent with Wesker. Although Jill had yet to say much about her three years in Africa, Chris always noticed when Jill went into these sort of black out modes, where her eyes would go out of focus and her mind would wonder off to faraway places. He doubted she was pondering on what to make for dinner.

The fact that she wouldn't tell him anything about it didn't hurt his feelings. In fact, he wasn't expecting to hear much of it any time soon, whatever had happened to her had obviously been traumatizing, and he was okay with the fact that she would only tell him in her own good time. Chris just hoped that when the time came, that it wouldn't be a result of post-traumatic stress, which in turn would probably cause her to finally break.

It was hard to believe that after all they had been through; that the last was what caused her to almost lose it. Now that they were out of Africa, she had been staying with Chris and his little sister, Claire, in order to cope better. At first when he offered, she had refused, saying she didn't want to be of any trouble to him or Claire. But, with the persistence that only a Redfield could maintain, he and Claire eventually got her to submit to their insistence, and she had been with them ever since. Presently, he couldn't say he didn't enjoy the company.

Chris went to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. Although only a month and a half had passed since his mission in Africa, he was already back on duty and had to leave rather early today. He looked down the hallway toward his little sister Claire's bedroom. Her door was slightly ajar, and he could hear faint voices coming from the TV. No doubt she had fallen asleep while watching it, she usually did. He loved his sister dearly, they were each other's only family left in the world, and he would do anything for her. Yes, perhaps he was over protective at times, but that's what you do when you love someone. That's probably why his panties got in a bunch when she told him of her plans, which harrowingly started tomorrow.

"Chris, now don't be mad at me." she said confidently, staring into her brothers hazel eyes.

"How am I NOT supposed to be upset, Claire? I just got back from that god forsaken place, and it's the last place I want to send my baby sister!" He yelled.

"You're not sending me anywhere Chris, I decided to go on my own." she said hotly.

"Claire…"

"I'm going and that's final! I'm a grown woman, Chris. And I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself!"

So there it was, his baby sister was going to Africa for the cause. Teaming up with TerraSave again in an effort to restore peace and help with whatever she could after the devastation that occurred there. He knew she had good intentions, and that she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself, but after what had happened to him and Jill in Africa… Chris felt a sinking feeling in his stomach just thinking about it. He knew she had survived many horrors on her own, the Raccoon City outbreak, Rockfort Island, and the Arctic facility. Nevertheless, he was reluctant to let the person he loved the most in the world go there.

He took down a mug from the cupboard and placed it on top of the counter, taking the coffee pot he poured the black drink into the mug. After adding some sugar and cream, he brought it to his mouth and inhaled…If she wants to, let her go. After all, once a Redfield makes up their mind, there's no changing it. He stood in thought, pondering this, wondering if this was the best way to look at it. After some thought he agreed that it was, and finally turned the mug up and let the warm liquid slide down his throat. He then headed upstairs to get ready for work, thinking that the most he could do for his little sister was be there when she departed.

Okay, so how is it? I know it's a prologue and somewhat boring, but dear readers must give me time to develop the story (which is very developed in my mind). Don't worry, this is a ClairexWesker story, but it will also contain more characters from the series in it to make it more interesting and so it wont completely revolve around two characters.

Anyway, I have more of the story already written, I just need to proof read before I upload, so more chapters can be expected very soon. ^.^