Resident Evil One-Shots

Not How Fairytales Work (Jarlos)

"Hey Mamas,"
His soft voice greeted her before the world did, a smile of pure happiness on her lips. Blindly, she rolled over with a soft groan, snuggling into him, arms wrapped around his larger frame, she grinned as his chest hairs tickled her face. She adored him, his voice, his smell, his touch. Jill never believed in love until she met him. As odd as their story begun, she was determined to give him the fairytale they both deserved.

Carlos grunted & shifted slightly, his body sagged as he sighed, a strong arm coming to embrace her smaller figure. Skin to skin. They had slept like that for awhile, basking in each other's embrace, soft & safe, just as Jill wanted to be.

"Hey,"
He playfully nudged her & Jill grinned, blue eyes finally opening up to stare at dark brown ones, he was handsome, a puppy at most, Jill couldn't stop herself. It wasn't lust, but a grateful kiss. Her lips grazed his & the large mercenary melted against her touch, eyelids half closed in a daze. He hated how she had that effect on him, to make him melt so easily into her. He would've loved it, to just stay there & hold her, smile with her, but he didn't have a choice.

After a moment, he suddenly pulled away altogether, getting up & soon getting dressed. Jill stared at him in shock for a moment.

"You getting coffee?"
She asked, somewhat like an innocent child, oblivious to the on coming wave of heartbreak he was about to give her.

Carlos didn't turn to meet her eye, he rolled his shoulders back, stretched with a small grunt & gave a heavy sigh.
"No. I'm not getting coffee, Jill."

He had tried to plan a way to easily break the news to her but there just seemed no end to his torment, he had to get it off his chest.

"Then where... Where are you going?"
Doe-eyed, Jill sat up, covering herself with the blanket they had made love under so many times. The bed felt cold & empty without him. Her world seemed cold too, he wasn't looking at her anymore, why? What had she done wrong?

"Carlos?"
He hated hearing her voice, having this pain in his heart. Yes he loved the woman, perhaps too much & so that love turned to hate, but it wasn't her fault.

Finally, Carlos turned around, unable to just leave her without an explanation.
"I'm leaving."

He felt himself shrivel up & die as he saw the shock on Jill Valentine's face. A face he had wanted to hold, stroke, kiss, a face he never wanted to let go of. Her blue eyes blending in with her tears, lips trembling, confusion & shock set in first.

"Why?"
They had been through so much together already. Jill had loved him, many times, had never wanted to let him go. Never in a million, probably a billion, years would she have thought of Carlos, the man that had done anything & everything to save her life, leaving her.

Carlos' own eyes betrayed him, hurt on his features, he glanced away & shook his head.
"The war. In my country."
He began to explain.
"I have to go back, fight for them. Now that Umbrella is no longer on our asses, I can go, you'll be s-"

"I'm coming with you."
There it was, that stubborn, Valentine heart. Carlos had prepared for such a scenario but still, he didn't want to hurt her, not his Jill.

"You can't."
Fury started to boil within them, Carlos could feel it, her blue gaze a deadly game he was playing. Still, he clenched his fist, a silent display of power. He was stronger than her. He had never wanted to hold her back from something before but this, this crossed a line.
"It's too dangerous."

"Bullshit!"
She seethed, glaring at him now.

"You're American."
Carlos jabbed, though he didn't mean to. He thought all Northern Americans were slimy pigs that simply didn't care about anyone else. However, Jill was different. She was a heart of gold amongst millions, a treasure he so greedily wanted to keep to himself but couldn't.

"So?"

"So?"
He gave her a look of disbelief & fury.
"I don't know if you've exactly noticed, honey, Americans aren't wanted anywhere near the South. It's far too dangerous. What if you get kidnapped? Raped? Killed? You set foot down in Latin America & you're fair game to anyone, it's not like your world."

Carlos didn't want to tell her the truth. The cruel reality he had seen since he was a boy but it was true. Jill was a stunning, American white woman, perfect prey for the demons of the underworld. Carlos would be too paranoid to take her down there, especially now with the Civil War & violence erupting, he didn't have time to babysit her, she had to stay here, in the North, where she was safe.

Jill was beyond furious.
"I can take care of myself."

"No you can't!"
Carlos growled, he was trying so hard to be patient with her, to not hurt her but she didn't understand.
"There's ambushes, drug lords, civilians dying, Jill. You wouldn't last five minutes in there."

"The hell makes you think you can?"

"Because it's my country, my responsibility. I'm going back to finish what I started, you're staying here."
He tried to calmly tell her, to plead with her to understand but he of all people knew best, Jill Valentine doesn't go down without a fight.

"Why can't I come with you? Why can't you stay here?"
Her voice trembled but her gaze never faltered, she knew the answers but demanded that he change them anyways.

"I'm not taking you with me."
Carlos began, tone low, tired, as if he didn't want to fight. But he knew, Jill was too far enraged to back down now. The love of her life was walking away, possibly going to get himself killed & she was just going to sit there & let it happen? Not on her watch.

"Carlos-"

"Jill."
His brown gaze now reflecting the other's hostility, warning her to just drop the subject.
"I don't want to hurt you."

"Hurt me?"
Jill cursed inwardly at herself as she began to cry, her grip tightening on the blanket hiding her body from him.
"Hurt me?!"

"Look, I know-"

"You fucking slept with me!"
Jill cut him off, screaming at him, through tears & emotional pain.
"You fucking saved my life, told me that you were never ever going to leave! That you loved me, Carlos!"

Carlos stood & stared, no emotion on his features as he watched Jill crumble. Covering her face with her hands, knees to her chest as she sat on the bed, probably regretting having ever kissed him in the first place. Carlos didn't blame her, he'd feel the same way.

Jill gasped for air, wiping her tears away, choosing to ignore him for the time being, she shook her head & stared down in her lap, eyes closed.

This was Jill surrendering. Carlos had won.
There was nothing she could do to stop him. She would want him to fight for his country, she would've done the same. But like this? To leave each other behind? Jill's chest heaved & recent memories flickered into her mind, him on top, dashing smile, Jill whispering his name as he penetrated her, claimed her, muttered things in her ear that made her emotionally vulnerable. The man that stood before her had broken her to a degree Jill never knew she had. To have fallen so far emotionally & now left without a saviour, she felt numbness creeping into her fingers & toes.

"I'm sorry, Jill."
Carlos swallowed a hard lump in his throat, blinking back tears of his own as he watched the woman he loved most become a shell of herself. He had done this, he blamed himself. He wanted to say something but couldn't, his throat too dry to allow him to speak the words; 'I love you'.

Though he doubted that would matter to Jill now. He finished packing & hurriedly left.
As the door closed behind him, Jill winced, digging her nails into her skin to feel something, anything. Emotional pain, there was no way to fix it.

After awhile, making sure that he was gone, Jill screamed.
She screamed her voice & lungs out, only quietening down to suck in air so she could cry. She scratched her face, pulling her hair, rocking back & forth & screamed, like she was on fire.

Jill didn't remember much of that day. She had passed out at one point, when she woke up, she hoped that it had all just been some twisted nightmare.
"Carlos?"
She rolled over, squinting in the dark to see the bed, no person lie there, no sounds were heard, no warmth was given.
Jill's mouth hung open for a with, blinking back tears that she was surprised to have given more. Her head hurt & she groaned before finally getting up to grab a glass of water.