RE Becca

Spoilers ahead. The following takes place after Chris finds out about Jill, but before he saves her.

Chris found himself standing in front yet another door. It was just like every other door in that damn compound, dull cold and worn out. Sometimes there would be some more supplies behind the door, sometimes it would be another mutated freak. It was like a deadly version of Russian roulette. It was a cold and bloody concrete hallway that lead him to this door, and since there was no other doors to go through, he knew that it was their only option. But still, Chris' hands shook as he reached out to yet another door.

Chris took in a deep breath, giving Sheva a little nod as he kicked in the door. Sheva moved through the door like water and Chris followed like her shadow. He heard his partner scream out, but he couldn't see the attacker. A sudden pain filled his eyes and he dropped to the ground. He waited for pain, the sudden death he was sure was going to come, but it never did.

"Chris?" A soft voice called out.

Whipping the pain from his eyes, he looked at where the voice called from. A small figure, holding a can of bug spray, came in to view and Chris knew who it was before his eyes came back in to focus.

"Rebecca... we need to stop meeting like this." He laughed.

"What's going on?" Sheva asked nervously, holding her weapon tightly in her hand. "Do you know this little girl?"

"Hey, I'm not a little girl." Rebecca whined, but Chris cut her off.

"We were partners back in STARS, along with Jill. I'm starting to think this isn't just a coincidence. Wesker must be up to something, getting the old team back together." He said, balling up his fists in anger.

Rebecca nodded. "I don't know what Wesker is up to, but it has to do with all of us. Jill and Barry were captured before me, and they're still here now, but Jill... she's different. When I first got here, she was hurt pretty bad. Then when Wesker came in to our cell wanting a test subject, she offered herself to keep the others safe. Then... then."

Chris gave an understanding nod. "She's been brain washed. We've fought her, and she not in her right mind."

"Will anyone tell me what's going on?" Sheva asked, sticking herself in to the conversation.

Chris sighed, "I'm sorry. It's a long story, but I promise that I'll explain everything if we make it out of this alive. All I know is, everyone who survived the mansion in Raccoon city is here now. And whatever Wesker is planning, it can't be good."

"It's got to be a new virus." Rebecca said, "We all got exposed to small amounts of the T-Virus back in that mansion, so we might have built some kind of immunity. Wesker must need us to test a new virus."

"What about Barry, you said he was here?" Chris asked, checking his equipment.

"Yeah, but I don't know where. We got separated, then I got lost and trapped… without a weapon... again." Rebecca said, looking away.

"Here," Sheva said, happy to meet anyone who wasn’t trying to kill them. She handed Rebecca her side arm, "Welcome to the team."


Two years later.


After the Raccoon incident Rebecca promised herself she wouldn't get in to anymore trouble. She went back to college and got a masters degree in microbiology. Then, just as her life seemed to be going normally, Wesker broke in to her house, slipped a black bag over her head and dragged her off to another horrible adventure. Then, after escaping from Kijuju, the BSAA begged her to join. They promised her a job in a lab with no chance of being sent out on missions, but she had been promised that before, back with STARS. But, the BSAA did seem to be well funded, because the money they offered her seemed to have a few extra zeros she didn't think she could make anywhere else. So, fighting the nagging voice of self preservation in her head, she took the job.

It turned out to be exactly what the BSAA said it would be, a boring job in a lab. She spent most of her time looking though microscopes, filling test tubes and bringing her superiors coffee. She wasn't the youngest person there, but it was the way she looked that caused everyone to treat her like their little sister. She had survived more shit than the rest of them combined and yet they all seemed to treat her like the rookie.

Jill and Barry went their separate ways after surviving Kijuju, but Sheva decided to join Chris at his branch. Most of her team had been killed in the Kijuju incident and the BSAA had to shut down her entire branch. Josh decided to retire so he could stay there and help rebuild, but Sheva couldn't stand to be there any longer. It was nice to stay with her new partner Chris, and they found themselves in one adventure after another. Nothing compared to the horrors of Kijuju, but there was a simple comfort of kicking in a door with someone you trusted.

Rebecca was glad to be back working with Chris, even if it was mostly indirectly. A few times she went out in to the field to collect samples of potential new bio weapons, Chris would volunteer to be her body guard. And every once in a while, Sheva would volunteer as well. Rebecca wasn't sure if it was because Sheva wanted to help, or if she wanted to spend more time with Chris. It was strange, Rebecca got the feeling that Sheva never really liked her. They were from different worlds, but there seemed to be something even deeper. Even though Sheva helped save her life, she wouldn't respond to her friendly gestures. When they were in the same room, Sheva would either get up and leave, or avoid eye contact. Maybe Sheva liked Chris, and she thought that Rebecca was in the way. Whatever it was, it really bugged her.

One late Saturday afternoon Rebecca heard her cell phone ring. She had been curled up on the couch watching TV, eating a bowl of cereal when it happened. Her phone usually never rings, especially not on a Saturday. She looked at the caller ID and saw the letters BSAA and her heart sank, it was never a good sign to hear from work on a day off. A call like this meant either a lot of people were dead, or about to be. When she answered it, she was relieved to find out she was wrong. A criminal, who was trying to be some big shot terrorist, had been arrested that morning and she was being called to help remove and neutralize the bio weapon he had been developing. Usually she wouldn't be called in for a simple clean up job, but the crook had been synthesizing the weapon in her old university and they thought it would be better to send a friendly face to help with such a big scare. No one had died, but her small collage town had never seen anything like a bio terrorist.

Chris was out of the country on leave and couldn't go with her. But, to her surprise, Sheva volunteered to go along. It wasn't a dangerous mission, but it would be a good way to clear up whatever was hung up between them. As they headed to the airport, Rebecca was the first one to break the silence.

"I... I never thanked you properly for saving me back in Kijuju." She said in a shaky voice.

"It was Chris that saved you." Sheva replied shortly.

"But you were there too, you helped me just as much as he did." Rebecca pleaded, trying not to raise her voice.

Sheva turned her gaze out the window. "Just drop it. We have a mission that we need to focus on."

They both knew that was a lie. Rebecca couldn't help herself, "What's wrong with you? I'm trying to thank you for saving my life. Doesn't that mean anything to you?"

There was a slight shimmer in Sheva's eyes but she refused to let herself cry, "I lost nearly everything on that mission. Besides Josh and myself, the entire west African branch is dead and every time you bring it up, I can feel my chest ripping apart again and again. So excuse me for not responding to your small talk."

"I'm sorry," Rebecca said, remembering that she had been the sole survivor of Bravo team back with STARS.

They spent the rest of the car ride in dead silence. Rebecca had felt stupid for pushing such a small issue to the point that it came to shouting. There was nothing she could do now but focus on the mission. They boarded the plane and took their seats, wishing they didn't have to sit so close together.

An hour or two later, Rebecca found herself sitting next to a sleeping Sheva, wondering to herself how anyone could sleep in such a noisy place. The cabin hummed and air vents hissed, kids fussed and everyone seemed to either be trying to open a bag of chips of reading the worlds loudest magazine. The air vent about them was blowing full force, making goose bumps crawl over her bare arms. The artificial wind was causing a lock Sheva's hair to blow around on her face, bugging the hell out of Rebecca. If Rebecca could flaw to describe herself she would tell you it's her overwhelming OCD. It helped her out quite a bit with a technical job like hers, but it also got her in to trouble quite a bit. Before she knew what she was doing, she reached her hand out and brushed the hair out of Sheva's face. But the vent kept blowing it back out of place, frustrating the young medic out of her mind. With gritted teeth, she brushed Sheva's hair back over her ear, forcing it in to place. This simple act woke the sleeping beast and Rebecca found her arm being twisted painfully away from her.

"What do you think you are doing?" Sheva asked in a stern tone.

"Ou... ouch," Rebecca whined, "I'm sorry, your hair was out of place."

"And does that give you the right to touch someone?" Sheva asked, twisting Rebecca's arm a little further.

"No... I'm sorry." The tiny girl replied.

Sheva dropped her partners arm, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so rough. I always wake up grumpy and I'm still worked up from before."

"I shouldn't have woken you, but we're landing soon anyways." Rebecca said rubbing her arm.

"This is your old town, right?" The older woman asked.

"Well, Raccoon City was my home town, but I did spend a few years here." The cute girl replied, finally letting her serious face relax in to a carefree smile.

A gentle smile broke across Sheva's lips as well. "I feel bad about before. If you'd like, you can buy me lunch, if you still want to thank me."

"Yeah," Rebecca exclaimed, feeling the tension between them breaking. "Yeah, I know a great place."

Rebecca drove their BSAA sponsored rental car down old familiar roads. It was a bitter sweet feeling, being back in a town that she almost called home. Her ‘great place’ turned out to be a rundown old bar, complete with a mechanical bull. It served grilled foods like burgers and such, but the real attraction was how run down it was. This bar, which will remain nameless, was the last place she had seen Billy Coen, her old partner, and friend. Years ago, back in Raccoon city, Billy had been wrongly accused of mass murder, and was now on the run from the law. Rebecca helped Billy escape by declaring him KIA and she assumed he was going to flee the country. He spent years in hiding, but late one afternoon in the fall Rebecca found a note on her door telling her to meet him at that bar. She wasn't sure who it was, but a tiny drawing of a pair of handcuffs gave her an idea. When she saw him again after so many years, her heart burst with joy. It was the happiest moment of her life, but it couldn't last long. All she had of that memory was the lingering sensation of his arms around her body and a picture of her riding the mechanical bull posted up on the wall.

"That's me, almost five years ago," Rebecca said, point to the old and faded picture. "Look at how young I was."

"You're still young, 'Becca." Sheva said with a grin.

A familiar fury burn across Rebecca's face. "I'm not a kid!"

"I know." Sheva teased. "Relax, have a beer."

"But our assignment?" Rebecca coined in.

The dark skinned beauty undid her hair, plopped herself down in a seat and said, "It's no big deal. We're on ordnance retrieval, and one beer won't affect us."

Wanting to prove just how old she was, Rebecca sat down next to her newly forming friend and ordered a drink for the both of them. It wasn't the first time Rebecca had ever had any alcohol, but it had been a while. She wasn't much of a party girl and as soon as the carbonated liqueur touched her lips, her face wrinkled up in disgust.

"You really are a kid aren't you?" Sheva joked, taking a long draft of her beer.

Rebecca growled angrily and made a point of chugging the rest of her drink all at once. She slammed the empty bottle down, feeling a small wind spinning in her mind. There was a horrible after taste in her mouth, but it was worth the satisfaction she gained by proving herself.

As they waited for their food to arrive, Rebecca ordered another beer. It wasn't that she liked the first beer, it was more that she was bored and wanted to be part of what Sheva was doing. She drank this one more slowly, just going through the motions, but after a while, the alcohol really started to affect her.

"I'll tell you this much, I never thought I'd be working for another organization like STARS again." Rebecca said with a slightly drunken stooper.

Sheva, who was only half way through her beer, was starting to really think that her partner was even more of a child than she looked like. "So, you don't like working with the BSAA?"

Rebecca turned towards Sheva so quickly that she spilled some of her beer down her shirt. "No I love it. It's just, I never thought I'd be back on the front lines, well you know what I mean."

"But aren't you happy here, with Chris?" Sheva asked, digging in to her burger and fries.

"What do you..? Wait, me and Chris? Nah… we're just old co-workers, I'm not dating him or anything. Actually, I thought you were dating Chris."

Sheva choked down the rest of her beer and ordered another, looking away. "No, I'm all alone..."

"What," Rebecca stared, "A beautiful woman like you is all alone?"

"Beautiful?" Sheva stared at the young girl, blushing strangely. "I don't know about that. But yeah, I'm still single. How about you, if you aren't with Chris, is there anyone special in your life?"

Rebecca’s mind filled with thoughts of Billy, his firm muscley arms wrapped tightly around her tiny frame. His lips so close to hers that she was a fool to have let him leave without kissing him. She shook the memory from her mind. Billy was on the run and there was very little chance that she'd ever see him again. "I can't think of anyone right now."

Sheva gave her a scrutinizing look, but didn’t press the issue further. ”I think we should be heading out soon, their expecting us."

They finished their lunch and headed down the street on foot. Rebecca was much too tipsy to drive safely, but luckily the run down bar was close enough to the university that they could make it there on foot. When they arrived, Rebecca put on a straight face, chewed a stick of gum and pretended that she wasn't intoxicated in the least.

"Hello, I'm Rebecca Chambers and this is my partner Sheva Alomar, we're with the BSAA. I hear you had some sort of incident here." Rebecca said in her most professional voice.

The school's representative she was talking to seemed to be suspicious of the child like woman dressed in a militant looking uniform, but smiled weakly and nodded. "Yeah, it's been a big mess. One of the faculty seemed like it was a good idea to make some kind of bio weapon right here on campus. I'm just glad the media hasn't caught word of this or they'd have a field day with this."

The school rep hurried them inside. The long familiar hallways brought Rebecca back to a simpler time, back when she believed she could get away from all the insanity of the world. Waking up late for class, rushing to school without a shower and shoving a muffin and energy drink down her throat just to sit in a lecture that she would daydream through… those were the days. The lab they were led to had been blocked off be a few signs and ropes but didn't look all that ominous. It wasn't a laboratory Rebecca had been in before, but they were all the same. Rows of stools and counters, sitting in front of test tubes and beakers. Lab equipment on the wall and in the middle of the room. There was even a chalk board with incomprehensible writing on it that resembled math in the front of the room. It was good to be home.

"Where's the sample?" Rebecca asked.

"In that back room." The rep answered, pointing to a taped off doorway. "We sealed it off just to be safe."

Rebecca nodded "Okay, get everyone out of the area. I'm going to collect a sample then sterilize this room. And if all goes according to plan, we should be out of your hair before sundown."

When the school rep left the room, Rebecca gave the protective tape a quick tug, ripping it from the door frame. She pulled on a breathing mask and opened the door. She pulled a small dish out of her kit and started mixing samples. If there were any toxins in the air, they would react, but the liquid in the plastic dish stayed the same color, letting her know it was safe. She pulled the breathing mask off and started looking around for the alleged bio weapon. The room was tiny, but filled with so much clutter that it would have been a miracle if she found anything at all. The first thing of interest that she found was lab journal. She flipped to the last entry and began to read aloud.

"March fifteenth. I've finally created a working sample. Strand 131b caused a sudden a violent death in over 90% of the test subjects. The look in the rats eyes as they watched their brothers die, knowing they were next, was amazing. It's the kind of terror that I need to unleash upon this wretched society if I'm ever going to accomplish anything. They live their happy little lives, never knowing the true horrors this world keeps hidden, but when I tried to show them, to warn them, the rejected me, they called me a fool. When I am through no one will dare question my brilliance again. The will look to me as their savior, and I will be their king. I just need to do some field tests of strand 131b on human subjects to see if my plan is even feasible. Then, they will all truly know what it means to control life and death." Rebecca's lips trembled as she read those last words.

"I'm just glad we stopped him in time." Sheva said, shaking her head in disgust.

"It's the same old crap over and over again. Why can't there ever be a mad scientist who isn't... mad?" Rebecca said, sarcastically looking to the sky for an answer.

They both laughed hysterically at her melodramatic performance, they both laughed so hard that neither of them heard the sliding of the test tube rack, or the faint sound of the tubes rattling. But what they did hear was the unmistakable sound of glass shattering on the hard concrete floor. The tubes spilling their contents in to the air, releasing the very horrors the mad scientist had be so happy to see the mortality rate of. It wasn't a good sound.

"Tape off the door." Rebecca shouted, quickly bagging the shattered glass and pouring a sterilizing solution over the spill.

"We need to get out of here." Sheva cried, ignoring her partners order.

Rebecca tried to sound calm, but her hands trembled as she spoke. "No, if we do that, we'll be putting everyone in this school in danger. If it's airborne, then we're already infected. If not, then we should be fine once I've contained it. Either way, we're stuck here until I've sterilized this room."

"You're the expert," Sheva mumbled, plopping herself in an office chair. "Is there any way I can help?"

Rebecca through her partner the journal, "Here read this, see if you can find out what was in that test tube. It might not have been the 131b sample. These mad scientist always seem to put useful information in their journals."

Sheva shook her head in frustration and began to read. It was strange to watch the mind of the author slowly breakdown from a clever scientist in to a raving madman. The early entries were mostly technical, numbers and data, hypothesis and results. But as the months went on, the author started adding notes on how to use the data, possible attack locations, expected casualties and mortality rates. There were even a few disturbing drawings and doodles of people melting and falling apart. Nothing useful at all.

While Sheva read, Rebecca finished cleaning up the spill and removing all other possible contaminates in the room. Even if they were infected, she wanted to at least finish the assignment they were sent there to do. The worst part of it was that she didn't have all the equipment to deal with a spill like this with her.

"Sheva, you're not going to like this..." She said, dropping her eyes.

"More bad news?" The older woman asked, feeling like even the worst news wouldn't surprise her anymore.

"I don't have the equipment I need to know what we're dealing with, or to even know if it's airborne. The only safe way to deal with a situation like this would be to wait it out. There is no way that mad man could have properly synthesized an airborne toxin that would last for more than a few hours, but it's not worth the risk. I think all we can do is stay here overnight."

"Shouldn't we call anyone? Let our team know what happened?" The older woman asked.

Rebecca hid her face, "Well... they aren't expecting us until tomorrow. If we can keep this contained, I don't see a reason to tell them what happened. I mean... we did have a few drinks."

"You really are a child aren't you?" Sheva said with a dull grin.

The hours went be painfully slow, neither of them had much to do. It was cramped in the tiny office and the worst part was, since they couldn't ventilate the place, it started to get really hot. Beads of sweat were tricking down their backs, making the uncomfortable situation even more unbearable. It got so bad that Rebecca's mind started swimming, her eyes became harder and harder to keep open. Her head started to ache and her heart rate quickened. It didn't take her long before she realized it wasn't the room that was causing these reactions.

"I think I have a fever..." Rebecca said, trying to hide her concern.

"So do I. Do you think that means were infected?" Sheva replied, slumped against the wall.

"I can't tell for sure, but it seems likely, given the situation." She said dully.

"Are we going to..." Sheva trailed off.

Rebecca interrupted her, "I don't know."

A few more hours went by and panic started sinking in. They weren’t getting any sicker, but time had a funny way of magnifying the terror of not knowing.

"I can't believe I'm going to die like this. I survived Raccoon city, survived that nightmare mansion, even made it out of Kijuju, and I end up getting killed because I knocked over a test tube. Great." The younger girl whined.

"You don't know that for sure." Sheva said, trying to comfort her partner, but knew there wasn't much hope.

"I'm twenty six years old and I haven't even had my first kiss yet." Rebecca said, tossing the useless journal at the wall.

Sheva could hear the panic and regret in the young girls voice, but couldn't think of any way to calm her down. With the wings of a guardian angle, she swooped down and kissed her partner gently on the lips. "There, now you have."

"Wa… what did you do that for?" Rebecca stuttered, staring at her.

"I don't know..." Sheva lied.

"Great... now my only kiss would have been with some old woman." Rebecca said, fussing again, but she was clearly in a better mood.

"Old woman?" Sheva retorted, "Just because you're so young doesn't me old."

"I'm not young." Rebecca stamped her foot, fury burning in her eyes.

"Well you kiss like a little girl." Sheva laughed, hiding her true intentions.

"Oh yeah..." Rebecca said, pushing her lips awkwardly against Sheva's.

Kissing wasn't something Rebecca was very good at, but Sheva felt her heart flutter just the same. When their lips parted she felt a smile curl across hers. With a fake dull tone she said, "Yeah, just like a little girl."

Rebecca pouted but didn't really mind being teased, or kissed. If she was going to die, she might as well die with a smile on her face. She copied Sheva's fake dull tone and said, "Well then, mister expert, if you're such a great kisser, then you'll just have to show me the proper way of doing it."

Sheva shook her head, pretending that she really didn't want to do it, but the hunger in her chest burned on her lips. She took the young girls chin in her hands and tilted her up in to another kiss. This time, she felt the soft wet velvet of Rebecca's lips part slightly her hot breath dancing with hears. The moment was so perfect Sheva knew something had to be wrong. The last time she kissed a girl took her months of getting to know her, months of breaking down barriers, getting to know one another, being comfortable with her. But with Rebecca, things were moving much too fast. It wasn't a bad thing, it was just strange. Maybe, all the years that they worked together counted as getting to know one another. But all of her doubts and worries vanished as she felt Rebecca smooth wet tongue flick across the edge of her lips.

"Well you're quite the adventurous type." The older woman mused once their lips parted.

"You're the one who started it all." Rebecca replied, letting the tingling feeling flow thought her body. She couldn't believe what she was doing, but at the moment, she really didn't care.

Rebecca felt a rough tug on her shirt collar, waking her from her light headed daze. Sheva's hands were grasping at the fabric of her shirt, tugging the buttons undone. Her cheeks burnt bright red and her mind screamed at her to stop Sheva, but her body didn't dare stop what it wanted so much. It took Sheva a few seconds to undo the younger girls shirt, but with a sudden breath of fresh air on her skin, Rebecca's bra clad chest was freed for the older girl to marvel at.

"Dear god you're cute." Sheva breathed, grasping Rebecca's shoulders.

Rebecca blushed even harder, the bra she had been wearing was a camo pattern. The only reason she was wearing it was she thought there would be no way in hell any one would see it. It was just a joke that she had bought for herself and she only wore it around the house, she never wore it to work, or even out in to public. But since she had bought it in this town one day after class, she thought it would be fitting. The look on Sheva's face made Rebecca wish that she had worn anything else, or at the least, nothing at all. Rebecca covered her breasts with her arms, but Sheva pulled them away.

"No, don't look." Rebecca whined.

"But you look so cute." The dark skinned beauty said, sniffing her nose in to Rebecca's hair.

Rebecca kept blushing, her skin burning so hot it felt like a fever. Her heart beat so hard that she could feel her blood rushing through her veins, making her dizzy. She felt a tickle of nails on her back, and her bra fell down around her. She gasped as air rushed across her bare and sensitive nipples. Sheva groped a handful of Rebecca's chest, pushing her roughly against the wall. The two girls paused for a moment, staring at each other like wild animals, their hearts beating out a tribal beat. Sheva dipped her lips down in a swooping motion, but lingered just inches about Rebecca's, making the smaller girl's body ach for her kiss.

As Sheva massaged her breasts, Rebecca struggled weakly to break free, her body secretly enjoying the unfamiliar sensation. She saw her partners lips dangling so close in front of her, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't reach them. The room was growing hotter, the air stale with the smell of their sweat, but Rebecca didn't care. All her body knew was, if she didn't kiss those dark luscious lips, the world might end. To be denied something she was so close to having was pure agony. Her mind was spinning with confusing desperation, while her body was tingling with waves of pleasure. It was all too much for the young girl to handle, and her body turned itself over to lust. With strength she didn't even know she had, she broke free of Sheva's grasp and shoved her against the wall, turning the tables.

"What are you?" Sheva mumbled nervously, seeing an evil flicker in her young partner's eyes.

Rebecca didn't reply, she just sniffed Sheva's neck, pressing her lips wetly at the spot where Sheva's neck met her ear. The dark skinned woman moaned heavily, her knees growing weak. The young girls assault continued, trailing lower, her lips caressing Sheva's collarbone, the bits of exposed cleavage that showed above her shirt. When Sheva tried to unbutton her shirt, the young medic smacked her hands away, wanting to do it herself. With an angry growl, Rebecca tore the older woman's shirt open, the fabric ripping like wet paper.

"Hey! 'Becca, what's wrong with you?!" Sheva said, trying to hide her chest.

The young girl didn't answer, she just growled like an angry dog, an angry dog in heat. Her eyes were blood shot and her breath was ragged, her heart was beating in a strange rhythm, and worst of all, she didn't look like she was going to take no for an answer. With another growl, Rebecca ripped away Sheva's sports bra, letting her breasts come spilling out. In a flash, Rebecca's lips wrapped around one of the dark protruding nipples, making her gasp out in surprise and pleasure. It wasn't what Sheva wanted, but it did feel incredible. Her whole shoulder tingled in a wonderful sensation, her legs got weak, tumbling them both to the ground. In the confusion, Rebecca found her hands around the waist band of Sheva's pants and before the older woman could protest, Rebecca snatched them away. Like a dog digging for a treat, Rebecca shoved her nose deep in to the fabric of Sheva's white cotton panties. A damp heavy scent filled Rebecca's nose, filled her with an even more desperate urge to continue. She licked at it, kissed at it, but couldn't get enough. She pulled the cloth aside, and pressed mouth in to Sheva's wet folds, sending shivers down the older woman's spine. The smell, the taste, it over whelmed the young medic, but she needed even more. Within seconds, she had torn the last remaining piece of Sheva's cloths away, exposing her to the world.

It wasn't the first time Sheva had been in a situation like this, but staring down in to Rebecca's blood lust eyes terrified her. Her body wanted it so badly, but her mind wasn't sure if it was right. Something didn't feel right, but it was hard to fight the surging feelings of desire in her body. Nothing about the situation made sense, but as Rebecca's tongue danced inside of her, Sheva stopped caring. Her mind was going numb, her body was growing hot and her muscles getting tight. The young girls actions were sending her body sailing on a river of hot pleasure, and she didn't care where it was taking her.

All Rebecca knew at that moment in time was the woman in front of her, nothing else. Her past, her job, her inhibitions all meant nothing. She scooped up her partner's hips in her arms, lifting her off the ground, bringing the older woman’s vagina right up to her lips. Sheva's enticement flowed from it, coating her lips and tongue in a strong smelling nectar. The more she wanted, the more she got. It was a never ending cycle of rewards and pleasure. Rebecca felt weak arms protesting against her, but with the position they were in, she was in control, and it wasn't like Sheva was struggling all that hard. In fact, the dark skinned beauty was moaning loudly, writhing on the ground. If they hadn’t sent everyone away, Rebecca was sure someone would have heard it, but then again, she really didn't care. Within minutes, Rebecca was lapping at Sheva like a dog on a water bowl, excitement dripping down Sheva's body and splashing on the floor. The older woman was writhing and twitching, her body fighting the urge to break free, Rebecca's tongue and lips sending her over the edge. In a fit of jitters and body shaking tremors, Sheva climaxed, her body at its peak of ecstasy, sending a torrent of hot musky liquid down Rebecca's waiting throat. The younger girl wanted more, lashing her tongue out deeper, wilder, pushing Sheva's body in to aftershocks. It took nearly five minutes for Sheva's body to collapse in a pleasure over loaded heap, and no matter how much Rebecca tried to stimulate her further, the older woman could only just shiver and moan weakly.

It wasn't the satisfaction Rebecca wanted, but it would have to do. She pulled away, wiped off her mouth and tossed Sheva back her tattered clothes. Then, like a territorial animal, Rebecca circled around Sheva a few time and laid down on the floor, using Sheva's stomach as a pillow. Rebecca didn't even bother putting her shirt back on, she just lay there, feeling like that tiny room was her kingdom, her eyes getting heavier, her head still burning dully.

The next morning Rebecca woke up wondering where she was. Sheva was there too and they seemed to be locked in a tiny taped off room. Her training immediately kicked in a she started analyzing her surroundings. A tapped off room meant a toxic spill of some kind, and the room appeared to be a small lab. Since she couldn't remember where she was, she was sure whatever the toxin was, had affected them somehow, but since they were still alive, she guessed whatever it was gone from her system.

"Sheva? Are you okay?" Rebecca asked weakly, still trying to figure out why they were there.

"Yeah, but my clothes are torn up and my head is killing me. What happened to us?" The older woman said, pulling herself together.

"No idea... some kind of chemical spill?" Rebecca replied, noticing that she was topless. She quickly found her shirt and pulled it back on over her head, blushing deeply.

"Well, I'm just glad we're both alright." Sheva said, hiding her terror behind a weak smile.

After they both regained their wits, Rebecca tore the tape from the door and swung it open, feeling the rush of cool fresh air filling her lungs. She cleaned up the rest of the possible contaminates, sealing them away in her pack for safe transportation. Somehow, even though she wasn't sure how, she had completed the mission. On the way out, a journal caught her attention from the corner of her eye. She absentmindedly opened it up to the last entry.

“Sample 131b was a complete failure. Field testing resulted in less than a 10% fatality rate in test subjects. There is no way of knowing if strand 131b had gone inert or if testing in the lab yielded higher results because of the confined environment. But regardless of the results, regardless of how close I was, as of this morning, my funding has been cut. The only thing I have left is that genetics project I was given to study. Increasing the sex drive in lab rats will speed up the process of reproduction, which will make it easier for genetic mapping, which seems important, but it's not as glamorous as weaponizing the common cold in to a lethal virus, but at least I'll be getting paid.”

Rebecca wasn't sure what the journal entry meant, but as she read it, she felt a shiver run down her spine. And, for reasons she didn't understand, she felt like Sheva could make those uncomfortable feelings go away. The more she thought about it, the more Sheva filled her mind. It was strange, but somehow she felt closer to her partner than ever before. It might have been because this was their first mission out together, but she was really glad she came along with her on this assignment.

"Rebecca..." The older woman asked as they were headed out of town.

"Yeah?" Rebecca said, a little more excited than she needed to be.

There was a hesitation in Sheva's voice, "Um... if I'm not out of line, would you like to have dinner tonight, once we're done with our assignment."

A sudden unexplained feeling of excitement fluttered in the young girls heart. "Sure, that'd be fun."

"Fun?" Sheva smiled, "Sounds like something a little girl would say."

A grin broke across Rebecca's face. "How many time do I need to keep saying this, I'm not a little girl."


Authors notes

I wrote this because of Rebecca’s appearance in RE5’s DLC. I rushed the ending to have it come out the same day that the DLC was made available, so there are more errors than I would normally have in a story, please forgive me for that.

The story ends here unless people really want a follow up date and sex after that, but no more drug induced rape… sorry. Oh, and that’s what that was, if I was unclear, whatever was in that test tube made Rebecca do those things to Sheva. The story didn’t start off that way, and Sheva wasn’t a lesbian in the first draft, so when I edited it, I added in those things, which might have led to more mistakes.

And read and review. This is my first RE fanfic, and I doubt I got the characters right. I mean, there’s no way Rebecca and Sheva would ever get together, but besides that, I’m sure I messed up a lot of other details.