Disclaimer: All characters belong to Capcom. No one is paying me to fix this mess. Don't I wish.

Author's Note: I have some major issues with Chris' campaign for a lot of reasons. Mostly because what leads us into the main story doesn't add up for me. The amnesia, the being MIA for 6 months, JILL... etc. I was originally going to call this FIXING WHAT CAPCOM SCREWED UP but figured it deserved a proper title. This is my attempt at answering the questions RE6 left us with and give us a view from the other side of events. Here's hoping I did a better job than Capcom did :)

All That Remains

24 December 2012

"Redfield," she screamed into the comm, "Redfield answer me Goddammit!" Her heart was slamming in her chest, her throat suddenly so tight she didn't think she would be able to take a breath, even if she tried. The ringing chaos of battle filled her ear piece and she thought she might be sick.

The sound of his groan met her ears but he still didn't answer. "Chris!" The comm center had gone completely silent. Everyone knew she hadn't wanted him to go on this trip. More than one of them had tried to talk him out of it.

This isn't happening. It can't be happening.

But it was. Oh God, it really was. The comm filled with static and everyone held their breath. Then it went completely silent. Her heart dropped to somewhere around her ankles. Each second felt like an eternity.

"I've got him," the voice was out of breath. "It knocked him out, but I've got him."

"Piers! Is he okay?" The question was desperate and she didn't care. If everyone wanted to consider her weak because of it, she couldn't be bothered to give a shit. This was not what they agreed to. This was not how it was supposed to go.

"I think so Ma'am. Send an evac unit." The soldier's voice was staticky. "With a medic just to be sure. We-" His voice broke and she didn't think it was the connection. "We lost everyone else."

"They're already enroute to you Nivans, ETA just under an hour." Her hands gripped the back of the chair until her knuckles were white. Her face didn't look much better. Nausea hit her full force and her eyes welled with tears for their fallen comrades. But Chris was still alive and her heart felt just a little lighter because of it.

"Copy that. I'll send you our exact coordinates." There was something that might have been a short, dark laugh. "I don't think I can carry him far. You might want to think about feeding him less."

A faint smile touched her mouth. "I'm clear." A deep breath. "Keep him safe."

Later

Less than a day had passed before she was on an unidentified military plane headed for Edonia. She had Leon to thank for that. She was unable to sit still, pacing as much from fear as from tension. The doctors had given her fair warning about flying, especially this far, but she didn't care. Nothing else in the world mattered besides laying eyes on him. Touching him and making sure he was still alive, still warm under her fingers.

Last report had him in the hospital, stable, likely suffering from a serious concussion, not to mention the skull fracture. Oh, she was going to concuss him when she got a hold of him all right, if she could refrain from out right strangling him. This was not how it was supposed to go down. When she got her hands on him, she was going to beat him senseless.

"I should be going with you," there were tears in her eyes but she refused to let them fall. It wouldn't be fair to him. She tucked the sheet up under her chin and frowned. "You're not supposed to be going anymore." It was everything she had not to full blown pout about it since she couldn't fall apart. They'd already missed so much time together and every minute was precious. But she knew he was climbing the walls sitting at a desk all day.

He smiled at her. "Routine recon, you know that. No worries. I've got this. I'll be home in a couple of weeks, tops. When I get back I'll give you your Christmas present." He'd been dropping hints about her present for a couple of months now and she wasn't sure if she was excited or dreading it. Chris had a habit of either knocking it out of the park or failing miserably at gift giving. But she always had to give him credit because he always put his heart in it. However, she still had no idea what she was supposed to do with the pink dress with ruffles on it he had bought her last year for her birthday. It was pink. With ruffles. Yeah.

Her jaw set stubbornly. "I'm going with you." The look he gave her didn't need words. She knew she couldn't go. Damn her broken wrist. Damn the big fat cast that was on it. Everything in her screamed not to let it go but she knew she would hinder him and not help him if she went. "Fine, but I'll be in the comm center."

This time he didn't try. He could keep her from going, but he wouldn't prevent her from doing this. Instead he kissed her on the nose. "All right then. It will take us two days to get there. That means you have two days to figure out how you want to handle it. You can run it or you can be there for support. It's not like HQ will argue with you either way."

She still didn't look happy but she didn't argue. "When are you leaving?"

His grin was devious, a hand tugging at the sheet covering her. "Not for another 12 hours or so. I can probably make sure it's at least 24 hours." He kissed her quickly. "You have any ideas how to pass the time?"

Chris laughed as she pulled him into bed with her.

27 December 2012

Heart in her throat, she swallowed hard, staring at the empty bed.

"What happened?" She could barely get the words out. If the plane hadn't been grounded for two days because of a snow storm she would have been here. Hell the plane was probably still grounded. She'd had to jump a military cargo flight to make it here and it had probably caused some kind of international incident when she did it. Not that she gave a damn. Especially not now.

Piers looked at her. Anguish was on his face and he shook his head. "I don't know. He woke up a few hours ago and asked where he was. I told him. He looked confused, but I didn't..." His words stopped as he struggled with the events. "I didn't think anything of it. He asked about everyone and I told him. It was just us left." His head dropped. "He didn't say anything, just nodded. I left to get him something to eat, when I came back he was gone." His tormented brown eyes met hers. "I swear I was only gone for 10 minutes!"

The doctors had already told her that physically he was fine. Mostly. They confirmed the concussion he'd gotten, stating it was serious, but not critical. The skull fracture was not something to be ignored, but it wasn't going to kill him either.

Obviously they had missed something. Maybe a bleed in his brain or something. That had to be it. Chris would never just leave like that. She turned it over in her head for a few minutes, finally settling on a plan. There was no way she could look for him herself. Not now. The cast had come off a week ago, but with everything else... If it took every agent the BSAA had to find him, then she'd send every damn one of them.

"Bring my… you bring him home solider." Her order was clear.

"Yes Ma'am." He turned to go, then paused and looked back at her. "Do you want me to tell him?"

"Absolutely not!" She shook her head vehemently. "Under no circumstances do you tell him." Before he could walk out the door, "That's an order."

He stopped but didn't turn this time. "I'm clear Director."

Jill Valentine collapsed into the chair and cursed fate.