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My business works because it's actually not a business. And by this I mean I hardly make any money with my pictures. For me photography is not a way to make money but to invest money, and I work several other jobs to be able to pay for my art. I'm a tour guide on waste to energy plants and wastewater treatment facilities, I'm a concierge at the house I'm living, I work as a Photoshop instructor and on weekends I take care of the library of the University.
Sometimes people say to me: I can hardly believe you're not making money with your photos because they are better than the work of many professional photographers.
Of course it's flattering when somebody says something like that even if I don't always agree. But here's the thing: the very reason why I'm able to work on this level is because I don't have to make money with my pictures. If you're a photographer who wants to make a living out of it you are forced to do things differently. You have to focus on what your customers like and not what you like, even if you're the artist and they're not. And if they pay several hundred bucks for a shooting they are going to want more than just one picture. They don't understand that sometimes it's better to have just one outstanding shot than a lot of the same. And also, because most people don't like how they naturally look, they don't even recognize a good portrait of themselves.

I have calculated that I spend around thousand bucks for every picture I publish. I pay for the location, I pay for the model's compensation, I pay for her travel as well as for mine and I don't pay a salary to myself. Not for the shooting and not for the editing. That's a lot of unpaid hours. My friends and my family all think only a fool would throw his money and his energy out of the window like this. But the truth is I have always been a fool. And it was the only way I have been able to make those pictures.
People often think if you're successful and famous you also have to be rich. This may be true for a Hollywood star but apart from that there are a lot of successful artists who are not rich. Goethe never made a fortune with his poems, he was a clerk for most of his life.
There's a common misconception about the reasons why someone chooses the way of an artist. A lot of people seem to think you want to be an artist because you are not satisfied with the career you can have with a normal job. They think you want a bigger career and a more glamorous life and that is why you're trying to be an artist. What they don't see is that maybe you want to be an artist because there is something in you that wants to get out. If you want to get rich your odds are actually a lot better if you don't become an artist. My life isn't glamorous at all. I have to work hard and compared to my friends I am poor. But still I feel rich. I feel rich because I can put all my efforts into my work without having to ask if I ever get it back. And that's how my business works.
Chapter 4
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"Annabeth?"

"..."

"Annabeth?"

"..."

"This is crazy...ANNABETH!

"Gods, Percy! You almost gave me a heart attack!"

"I've been calling you for the past three minutes already."

"Oh. Sorry, I didn't hear you."

"I asked if you would want to order already."

"Huh? Order?"

"For lunch? Remember? We're having lunch together?"

"We are? Oh, won't you look at that... we are. I didn't notice. Just let me finish this sketch first."

"Annabeth, could you please put that down? Zeus won't send you to the underworld if you don't finish your blueprints for Olympus and-"

"Lower your voice! People might hear you!"

"C'mon, they wouldn't even care and you know that, Wise Girl."

"..."

"Aaand she's doing her architecture thing again. Don't mind me, I just happened to be your boyfriend and all."

"What? Did you say something, Percy?"

"Nothing, just having a monologue."

"You're weird."

"Right. So, how's that sketch coming?"

"Not that great, actually."

"Really? Let me have a look..."

"No! Uh, I mean… just sit there. It's not yet done."

"I've seen a lot of your works, Annabeth. Most of 'em aren't finished too."

"Yes, but I really really really want this to be perfect."

"You're acting strange, do you know that? I was joking with the whole Zeus thing."

"Sure, sure."

"That's it-"

"You stay where you are, Percy."

"I just want to have a look at it."

"I'm warning you. You make one move and I'll- hey! Give that back!"

"Shh, keep it down a bit."

"I am warning you, Seaweed Brain. Give. That. Back."

"Relax, okay?... There..."

"Percy, seriously, it's nothing… No! Don't!"

"Wait... is this what I think it is...?"

"Oh, gods. This is embarrassing."

"You drew... me? That's… that's why you asked me not to move all this time?"

"No, I-"

"Wow. You really must like me, huh? And I thought this was for Olympus. Psh."

"Perseus Jackson-"

"I wonder if you have other of sketches of me... Here's one. Nice, and you even added hearts... How cute."

"That's not you."

"What? Hey, wait! I'm not done looking."

"It's not you."

"Hey, don't be like that. You're not making any sense. Who is it then?"

"A minotaur."

"A what?"

"A minotaur. Huh, now that you've mentioned it, it does look a lot like you. Wonder how that happened."

"Ha. Ha. Very funny, Annabeth. Minotaur. Riiight, I believe you... Ugh. Can we just order now?"

"And I love you too."
Just proves that Annabeth really is wise, huh? ;)
These two are just too cute!

Another dialogue only story. This is really fuuun.

Sequel, anyone? [link] :)

Characters aren't mine. They're Riordan's :D
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Prologue
"Crap, my head is on fire."
"Move your feet Wally, you're hurting me!"
"Is everyone alright?"
"Does anyone know what happened?"
"Shut up!" Robin finally hissed. He carefully scanned the room around them. "We're in some sort of holding cell; we need to figure a way out of here."
"Holding cell? How did this happen? We would have noticed someone kidnapping us." Miss Martian wondered aloud.
"That's not what matters now. What matters now is that we get out of here alive." Aqualad studied the room closely. "Robin, hacking and escape techniques are your area of expertise. Do you have any thoughts on our current situation?" He asked. The team looked to their youngest member.
"I'm trying now but this one's tricky. It's almost exactly like Bat- got it." The cell's doors slid open and the six youths darted to freedom. "I'm working on the alarms but there's no way of knowing if they haven't already been set off." Robin warned.
"Then we keep moving." Artemis reached behind her expectantly only to find that her bow and arrows were missing. "Crap, I'm unarmed!"
"We'll make due." Aqualad said in his usually calm tone. They continued moving through the dark, carful to remain in sight of each other.
"Uh guys? We may not be getting back home as simply as we thought." Wally said. They had finally reached a window.
"Oh my god." He heard one of the girls gasp. They could clearly see the shape of the Earth orbiting so far away from them. They were in space.
--
Robin had managed to pull up a basic floor plan and hesitantly lead them through the maze of hallways and corridors.
"From the looks of this, there's a flight hanger in the north. We get there, we jack a ship and we jet outta here." He said. The team agreed that that was the best plan any of them had yet to come up with.
They got as close to the hanger as possible when their captors finally decided to put and end to their plans.
"After you break into our hideout you decide to just bail on us? How messed up is that?" They heard a familiar voice ask.
"Flash!" Wally cried. "Oh thank god, this is just some stupid training exercise that Bats is making us do." He almost seemed to be jumping for joy.
Robin however, had picked up on the older man's apparent confusion.
"Wha-"
"Flash, you were supposed to take them back to the holding cell, not carry on a conversation." Batman came up behind the man clothed all in red, the other founders close behind him.
"Batman! Why are you putting us in a prison?" Artemis demanded angrily.
"Guys? Something is seriously wrong." They noticed Robin slowly backing away. "I get the feeling we're not in Kansas anymore." The team began to back away from their would be mentors, the threat of captivity almost too distressing to bear.
"Hey now, no need to get defensive. If you'll remember, you're the ones the suddenly appeared here." Superman stepped forward trying to appear as nonthreatening as possible. They were just kids after all.
"Scatter and take defensive positions! They're not the League!" Robin shouted. Kid Flash grabbed Artemis and the two disappeared in a yellow and green blur. Miss Martian turned invisible and Superboy charged the man of steel.
"Get the others and get out of here!" He shouted. Robin and Aqualad both broke into a sprint, Superboy was indestructible, if any of them was able to handle himself, it was him.
--
To say Clark Kent was surprised would be an understatement. He'd been enjoying a nice meal with the other founders when the six children had appeared seemingly out of thin air. Before a fight could even be fought, the youths had suddenly fallen into an unconscious state which bewildered them all. Batman had insisted on putting them in a holding cell until further notice. None of them had expected them to escape so easily.
So when the one wearing the all too familiar S shield charged him and managed to tackle him to the ground, Clark could barely contain his shock. He quickly regained his head and managed to throw the teen off him.
"Get after the others! I'll stay with this one!" He shouted. Flash took off after the yellow speedster, Martian Manhunter and Green Lantern took after the green girl. Batman, Wonder Woman, and Hawk Girl chased after the last two.
--
Wally could feel the man dressed as his uncle gaining on him. He had to get Artemis to safety or at least find her bow. He knew she wasn't defenseless without it but she sure as heck was a lot better off with it.
"KF!" He heard Artemis yell at the top of her lungs. "Turn back, I saw my bow!" Wally didn't respond but turned around to show he'd heard. Artemis managed to direct him back to where he was sure they'd the started. Everything looked so much different with the lights on.
"There, there it is!" Wally snatched the bow off the wall and passed it behind him. "You can let me off, just slow down enough for me to tuck and roll. Set me up right in front him, Wally and I may be able to hit him."
"Got it! Get ready!" Artemis braced herself and as soon as she felt Wally slow, she slipped off his back and fell hard into position. She swung her bow up and released a flurry of arrows.
Flash had not expected the girl to jump, nor had he expected the sudden barrage of razor sharp arrows to come flying his way. He was able to dodge all but one which sliced deep into his left arm as it flew by. Still, he kept his footing as he passed the girl and continued his pursuit of the boy.
--
M'gann did not wish to fight her uncle J'onn, even if it really wasn't her uncle, she still had no desire to fight him. She stayed towards the shadows carful to conceal herself as she searched for a ship. They needed a way off the deathtrap satellite.
"There you are. Your camouflage requires work." She heard the man with her uncle's voice say. Miss Martian let down her invisibility and stared at the two men before her.
"Don't fight, we don't want to hurt you." The Green Lantern said.
M'gann touched her fingers to her temples and began a mental assault. The Green Lantern cringed under the force but the Martian did not.
'You are strong, no doubt. But you are raw and untrained.' He thought to her. M'gann tried to block him out of her mind but cracked under the sheer power of the older man's assault. She promptly lost consciousness.
--
"Robin, the others?" Aqualad shouted. He matched Hawk Girl blow for blow.
"I've lost Miss M and KF's down but the others seem fine!" Robin shouted back. He continued to dodge both Batman and Wonder Woman, jumping from rafter to rafter.
"He won't stay still!" Wonder Woman cried exasperatedly.
"Keep on him, he can't keep it up forever." Batman watched the boy skillfully dodge one of his batarangs with a gymnast's finesse. The boy seemed to know every move before Bruce made it, none of his gadgets were a surprise.
"Aqualad, Superboy's down!" Robin leaped past Wonder Woman and clean through Batman's legs. "We have to jet, now!" Suddenly, and arrow came flying only to be deflected by Wonder Woman's bracelets.
"I found a jet, let's get outta here!" Artemis took off past them. Robin and Aqualad followed. The three of them would have to regroup later. Maybe they could get Roy's help.
"I think that's quite enough." Unexpectedly, they were engulfed in green light and levitated off the ground.
"No way you're a legit Green Lantern." Artemis hissed.
"I assure you, I am in fact 'legit'." John said.
"This kid is fast, like ridiculously fast. It took me forever to get close enough to grab him." Barry Allen entered the main room of the Watchtower with the younger boy thrown over his shoulder.
"KF!" Robin shouted in alarm. J'onn soon appeared with Miss Martian and Superman with Superboy.
"You look worn out. He must have given you a run for your money." Hawk Girl commented.
"He just wouldn't go down."
"This is that last time we'll ask nicely. Identify yourselves and who you're working for Green Lantern commanded.
Robin and Aqualad glanced at each other before coming to a silent agreement.
"I am Aqualad, this is Robin and that is Artemis. You are holding Kid Flash, Miss Martian, and Superboy." He introduced.
"'Kid' Flash, whatda ya mean by that?" Flash asked.
"He is Flash's partner. They fight crime together." Aqualad explained.
"I don't have a partner kid. None of us do."
"You aren't the Flash. Our Flash would never attack his own nephew." Robin said. He carefully gauged the man's reaction.
"Nephew? I don't have a nephew." Flash said hesitantly.
"Oh he's just trying to get in your head." Green Lantern said.
"No I'm not, am I Barry?" There was silence in the room. The Boy Wonder instantly knew he'd been correct.
"How do you know my name?" Barry demanded crossly.
"You're my best friend's uncle. I've been to your house loads of times." Robin said. He studied the older man. "Kid Flash is your partner. You both work together in Central City."
"Perhaps it is magic. Maybe we should call Doctor Fate. He could tell us what is going on." Wonder Woman suggested.
"She could be right." J'onn agreed. "I will go call for him." He glanced at M'gann one last time before leaving. They would have a lot to discuss with the sorcerer when they saw him. There was simply no way the boy's story could be true. Right?
New Story which is also on FF under the same name.
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Leaves made a crunching sound when they were crushed by light feet, clad in gently used black combat boots. The woman sighed loudly as she stopped, not three feet away from a tombstone. Her bright blue eyes read over the epitaph, tears burning at her eyes.

Jill Valentine

1974-2006

In loving memory

She held her breath, then exhaled. It came out jagged, clearly the woman was close to tears. She inhaled sharply, then held it in until it hurt, then let it out again. A breathing technique she developed to stop her from crying. It worked- most of the time, anyway.

She kneeled down, touching the gravestone delicately. She wore a long sleeved black T-shirt with a gray, sleeveless jacket over top of it, the inside soft and fluffy. She matched it with a pair of worn jeans. They were faded and had holes on them, but she didn't care. She never wore bright colors on days like these.

The sound of rough footsteps was behind her, but she didn't move, didn't look away.

"Claire," A gentle hand was placed on her shoulder comfortingly. "How'd I know you'd be here again?"

"Because you always do, Barry," She smiled softly, looking up at him. He wore a button-up white shirt and black dress pants. His hair had a few gray hairs popping in here and there, and he was still in good shape.

"You're not the only one who misses her," Barry stated. "We all do."

Claire sighed, looking at the ground. "Believe me, I know. Have you seen Chris lately? He's not taking it so well."

"None of us are, Claire," Barry chuckled humorlessly. "Kathy's been pouring herself into her work. Jill was like a daughter to her. And Polly and Moira miss their Aunt Jill." Barry smiled, recalling when Jill first met the kids back in 1996. Moira was only 4 and Polly was about to turn 6. They loved her immediately, declaring her their new Aunt. They called her that ever since.

"Chris went back to his drinking," Claire mumbled, remembering that after he was kicked out of the Air Force, he would get drunk on a daily basis to numb the pain. Only now it was much worse. "It's not fair, Barry. Why the hell does this have to happen to us?"

Barry leaned down, gathering her in his arms. "I don't know, but, if it wasn't for Jill, you'd be mourning Chris right now. Or worse yet- both of them."

Pulling away, she sobbed quietly. "But why? After eight years of not knowing where he was, why did Wesker have to be there that night? It's unfair!"

"I wish I had answers for you, kiddo." Barry sighed, sitting down in the grass next to her.

"So, how was work today?" Claire suddenly asked, changing the subject.

Barry shrugged. "Normal. Polished the guns, prepared the ammo."

After Raccoon City, Barry decided not to fight against Umbrella because he wanted to protect his family. However, he helped Chris and Jill track leads and gather weaponry. They remained close, visiting each other frequently. After the B.S.A.A. was reformed in 2005, Chris and Jill recruited him. He worked in the North American branch, preparing weapons for the soldiers.

Claire, on the other hand, worked in TerraSave, helping out survivors of biohazard outbreaks. She frequently visited Sherry Birkin, the little girl she'd saved in Raccoon City, who'd grown-up way too fast. She stayed with Sherry as they performed daily tests on her to try and create a G-Vaccine.

A sweet, yet sad voice called behind them. "Hey guys," A young woman, only a year younger than Claire, walked over to them. She wore a light green tank top with tan capris and combat boots.

"Good to see you, Rebecca. How have you been?" Barry stood up and hugged the young woman.

"Decent. Been having a hard time dealing with... you know," she said quietly. Rebecca's hair was similar to what it was during her time in S.T.A.R.S., except it was longer and she moved part of her bangs in front of her face.

"You're not alone," Claire replied. "But how's work?"

Rebecca smiled. "I love it. The soldiers are really nice to me and they tell me interesting stories. It's the best job ever."

Like Barry and Claire, Rebecca decided not to return to the fight. She went back to college, earning her Doctorate degree within 4 years. She acted as Chris and Jill's personal doctor during their fights against Umbrella, and remained close to them. Much like Barry, they asked her to join the B.S.A.A.. She jumped at the offer, first starting out as a medic in the North American branch. Soon, they promoted her to the head doctor at the European Headquarters. In 2002, she also rekindled with Billy Coen, and the two married in 2004. With Barry's help, Billy's name was also cleared.

Claire smiled. "That's sweet, Becky."

"Yeah, thanks. So, Claire, did you hear the news?"

She raised an eyebrow. "What news?"

"About Carlos? Carlos Oliveira?"

Barry and Claire shook their heads. "No. Last I heard he joined the South American branch of the B.S.A.A. after Jill died. She kept asking him to join but he always said no," Claire spoke.

"Did something happen to him?" Barry asked, concerned. No one kept close contact with him, yet he would help with Umbrella whenever they needed it.

"Nothing bad, I promise." Rebecca reassured. "You know that girl he was dating? Michele, I think it was. Well, turns out he proposed to her last week. He wants us to come to the wedding."

"Oh, and he said he loved Jill. My ass..." Claire said bitterly.

"You're only mad because you wanted Chris and Jill to get married," Rebecca spoke in a matter-of-fact tone.

"So? I know I joked about it a lot, but you know they loved each other," Claire retorted.

"That's true. I've never seen him as happy as he was with her, married or not," Barry chuckled.

"Speaking of Chris, where is he?" Rebecca asked.

"Not coming," Claire answered sadly. "He usually comes by here, though. A little too much."

Rebecca sighed. "He's taking it that bad, huh?"

Barry shook his head. "You have no idea."

"Do you think we could go see him?"

Claire rubbed her temple. "Trust me, you wouldn't want to see him right now."

Rebecca sighed, closing her eyes. "I could understand why he's taking it so hard. He feels guilty, doesn't he?"

"Yes, but he won't even listen to me anymore," Claire said. "I've been trying to get through to him, but nothing."

"For Chris, that's saying something," Barry pointed out. The Redfield siblings would always help each other out. Claire helped Chris after getting kicked out of the Air Force. Chris practically raised Claire, and helped her out after Steve's death, which hit her pretty hard.

"Jill was like a sister to me," Claire spoke softly.

"Me too," Rebecca added.

They all fell silent, just staring at the empty tombstone.

After a few moments, Barry spoke up. "What time is it?"

Rebecca checked the clock on her phone. "Almost 5:30."

"Hey, maybe Kathy could cook up something for us to eat? It would help take her mind off things," Barry suggested.

"That sounds great!" Claire exclaimed, getting up. "Let's go!"

Rebecca smiled, "Would you mind if I invite Billy, too?"

Barry shook his head. "It's no problem."

The three of them piled into Barry's car, chatting on the way there. Barry, Claire, Rebecca, Billy, Polly, Moira, Kathy, and even Chris sat and enjoyed dinner together. They did this at least once a month together, catching up and spending quality time with the friends they still had left.

However, they couldn't help but feel like there was still a missing piece, lost, gone, until one day it would be found again.

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Pairings: Slight Chris/Jill, Rebecca/Billy

Fanfiction: fanfiction.net/~xjillvalentinex

I decided to write this as my take on what happened to the characters we don't see anymore- Rebecca, Barry, Billy, Carlos. Originally, this was going to be a drabble, about 100-200 words long of Claire visiting Jill's grave, but I scraped the original and wrote this. I thought including how close they were during the time when they lost Jill would be good. If you follow me on Tumblr (links on my bio) then I might remake the original drabble and post it on there. Possibly will be posted here.

I don't own Resident Evil, its characters, or any other trademarks.
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Wesker's hand was tightening around Chris's throat. I knew he was about to kill him. I saw the window behind Wesker and remembered the cliff that started immediately after. The thought was in my head and I would do it. Chris had only moments left before Wesker would kill him.

"No!"

I charged at Wesker. I couldn't let him kill the man that had been my partner for a decade. Chris was the closest person to me, the only person that knew all the horrors I had seen, the only one who had been there for me when my father died. He was the man I loved.

The force of my charge knocked Wesker back. The sound of glass shattering was loud in my ears as Wesker crashed through it. I tried to stop my feet and push away from him so he fell and I didn't. He continued out the window to fall down the cliff.

I couldn't stop myself quick enough and fell foreword. I didn't fall as far out as Wesker. I threw one hand against the rocky cliff and caught myself.

"Jill!" I heard Chris call out. I realized I was just out of his view.

"Chris..." I tried to call back. My voice cracked in fear. I was going to die. My arm was beginning to hurt from the weight of my body pulling at it.

"Chris...!" I called again. "Chri..s..." He was my last concious thought before my mind blacked out and my hand slipped.

X~x~Flashback~x~X

I held my head in my hands. So many thoughts rushed through my mind. "Why'd he have to die?" I said out loud. No one was there to answer me.

Tears began to flow from my eyes as there were knocks on the door. I stood without wiping away the tears, not caring who was behind the door.

I opened the door without much energy. Chris was standing behind it holding some grocery bags.

The look on his face quickly changed to concern as he came in and dropped the grocery bags.

"Jill! What's wrong?" I realized I had been looking down at the ground when he put his hand on the side of my face and tilted it back towards his. He used his thumb to wipe away my tears. "What happened?"

"Dad... He's gone..." I was hit with the reality. I clenched my stomach and began to sob. He pulled me into his arms and we sat on couch. I buried my face into his shoulder. He held me to his chest as I cried myself out.

I wasn't used to crying, much less sobbing. When I did cry, I always felt scared and unprotected when I cried alone. But in his arms I didn't. He made me feel safe.

X~x~End Flashback~x~X

My eyes were slow to flutter open. "Where...?" I mumbled and sat up. I rubbed my forehead as I looked around the room.

"Jill! Your awake!" Suddenly I found myself wrapped in a pair of large muscular arms. They were Chris's arm. I leaned into them, glad to be alive.

"How am I still alive...?" I felt disoriented but it was quickly going away seeing as he didn't remove his arms from around me.

"I caught your hand just before you fell." He murmured quietly. He was still holding me tight to him, and (had I not just had a near death experience), would've been reveling in it.

I felt a blush start on my face. "Thank you, Chris." I leaned into his embrace.

"Thank God your alive. I was so scared." He trailed off. He took my hands in his and took a deep breath. "Jill, I gotta tell you something." He locked eyes with me.

"What is it?" I asked staring evenly into his gaze.

He bit his lip. "That... uhhh..." He trailed off before starting again. "That I... ummm....ugh... Dammit! I feel like a highschooler!"

"Is that it?" I smirked trying to lighten the situation.

Chris frowneda and answered, "No. This is what I wanted to tell you." He pulled me in closer and before I knew what was happening, kissed me.

My eyes opened wide in surprise but the next moment I succumbed to the kiss, enjoying every second. His kiss was sweet and his lips were gentle as they caressed mine. I taunted him, gentle touching my tongue to his lips for less than a second.

When we broke apart, I realized that I felt a way that I usually didn't.
I felt safe.

I squeezed Chris's hands, which I realized were still in mine. I smiled at him and got one in return.

"We had better report back to HQ. Then we can head home and get some rest." He put an arm around me as we walked away.

There it was again. I was safe.
Took all day to write this! I hope you liked it. I've wanted to write one where she survives for a while so here!


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I will not die, I'll wait here for you
I feel alive, when you're beside me
I will not die, I'll wait here for you
In my time of dying
~ Time of Dying, three Days Grace

xxx

March 7, 2009

Inside an active Volcano

Kijuju, West Africa

Wesker growled in agony and anger as he stumbled backwards. Chris and Sheva kept their eyes on him, as well as their aim. The rock beneath them started to shake as the lava bubbled, causing all three of them to lose their balance.

A piece of the rock under Wesker broke off, then it became too weak to support his weight, and split into smaller pieces. As a result, Wesker tumbled into the lava, his screams heightening.

The sound of helicopter blades overhead caused the B.S.A.A. agents to look up. As predicted, a helicopter was flying above them. They could just barely see Josh Stone staring at them through the cockpit, and Jill Valentine in the back.

Relief fell over Chris, seeing the beautiful newly-blonde had come to save him.

Someday I'm going to repay you, Jill...

"Grab on!" She screamed as she shoved a ladder out so the two could climb up.

The rock they were on was slowly being enveloped by the lava, soon to be completely eaten up.

Chris grabbed the side of the ladder, steadying it so Sheva could get up. She began to climb up as the rock shook again, causing Chris to stumble. Regaining his balance quickly, he jumps up and grabs the bottom of the ladder just before the rock below him disappears, and hurries to climb up.

Sheva reaches the top, grabbing unto Jill's hand that was outstretched to help her in. They looked at each other briefly, Jill nodding her head inside the chopper as if to invite her in.

The women peer over the side, grabbing Chris's arms and heaving him in. He lands on his stomach, and Jill helps him sit upright, as Sheva looks out into the lava one more time...

"CHRIS!" Wesker screamed out in pure, blind rage. He no longer cared about his own life, or his goals or ambitions, only getting his revenge on his hated nemesis. His infected left arm shot out, the lengthy tentacles latching onto the landing skid of the chopper. He pulled with all his strength, shuffling around in the lava.

The force caused Chris, Jill, and Sheva to tumble over inside the helicopter, groans of pain erupting from all.

"Hang on!" Chris warned.

Wesker's pulling was relentless, trying to pull them down with them, and they continued to roll around.

"Chris, Sheva- use those!" Jill breathed, pointing to a wall on the other side of them where two RPG's were mounted.

Sheva stands up, moving over to them. She takes one from the wall and hands it over to Chris, who peered over at Jill, a feeling of unease in his heart.

"Jill, take this," He offered, handing the rocket over to her.

"What?" Jill questioned, a look of confusion crossing her face.

"You've been in this as long as I have, Jill," He explained, taking her hand. "You deserve to end this as much as I do."

Another jolt shook the chopper, and Chris grabbed her to make sure she didn't fall.

"No time to argue! Just do it!" Sheva yelled at them, handing the second rocket launcher over at Chris.

Jill sighed as they placed it over their shoulders and got ready to end their former captain's life.

Chris looks over to her with half a smile on his face. "Ready, partner?"

She smiled back, "I'm ready, Chris."

With that, they looked through the scope, finding Wesker swimming in lava.

"Take this, Wesker!" Jill said, locking onto him.

With a simultaneous pull of the trigger, the rockets propelled from the launcher, colliding fatally with Wesker's head, decapitating him. The lava surrounding him exploded in a fiery blast, causing Chris and Jill to shield their eyes.

Sheva smiled slightly, before stating, "That was for our fallen brothers." She turned to look at Chris and Jill, who stared down into the lava together.

"That was for S.T.A.R.S.," Jill muttered happily.

Falling into their seats, the chopper took off, heading for the B.S.A.A. base in London.

Jill couldn't help but give an adoring look towards Chris when he wasn't looking.

You did it, Redfield. You saved me. You saved the world.

Song: Time of Dying
Artist: Three Days Grace
Pairings: Chris/Jill

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This is for a request. They wanted a alternate version of the RE5 ending where Chris and Jill kill off Wesker instead of Sheva and Chris. For those of you that read Sacrifice, this is just a remake of Chapter 22: The Final Curtain.

Anyways, sorry for lack of updating. Haven't been in the mood to write lately, among other things. Sorry for the length of this chapter. I know it's short but I did my best to make it a little longer. Anyway, read and tell me what you think! :)

I'm running out of ideas/inspiration, so if you have any requests/suggestions for a story, let me know, I'd appreciate it!

I don't own Resident Evil, its characters, or any other trademarks. Otherwise, this is how it would have ended.
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Percy POV

I woke up to the sound of waves crashing, but what woke me up was that wave crashing down on me. I was more grateful than ever for my uncanny ability to stay dry. However, when I looked over at Annabeth lying next to me in the sand, drenched and shivering, coughing up seawater, and glaring at me, I was sad that she didn't have the same power. She sat up and hugged her legs to her chest, pulling her damp, blonde curls into a ponytail. She hadn't even brushed it, and sand covered some strands, but it was still the most beautiful hair I had ever seen.

"P-Percy—" she stammered, shaking from the cold.

"Um... yes?" I answered, trying to sound casual.

"W-why didn't we go..." she began, teeth chattering. "Higher up the beach?" Gods. Why didn't we? Suddenly, I recalled the conversation the night before.

"This was your idea, remember?" I smiled crookedly. She stared at me blankly.

"Well I kn-know nothing about the tide, I thought you would!" Annabeth complained.
I know nothing? I should have recorded that. She's never going to say it again.

"I do, I can control it, Wise Girl," I reassured her, looking like the smart one for once. It wasn't going to last, though.

"Then why didn't you?" She demanded, her eyes narrowing.

"I was, er, asleep," Annabeth gave me a 'you've-got-to-be-kidding-me' look. Then she surprised me.

"It's okay," Annabeth decided. "At least you're dry."

"Yeah, I gue—" I was interrupted by her lips on mine. My brain went with the retreating tide.

She scooted closer to me, still shaking. Her wet hands wrapped around my neck, the water falling from her fingertips and evaporating when they touched my skin. I could already tell that this was going to be the greatest two weeks of my life.
These two are awesome, as is their creator Rick Riordan.

And if you have any suggestions for the title, they would be greatly appreciated.


Many thanks to ~ENKILLA for the current title.
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Coach Hedge wasn’t, perhaps, the brightest of satyrs, but he was smart enough to realize that someone was going to have to stay behind and close the Doors of Death from Tartarus. No one talked about it, but he could sense that the demigods on board the Argo II were each inwardly resolved to be the one to stay behind, the one to save Percy and Annabeth. Each of them was convinced that they weren’t important enough to continue on with the quest. Their emotions were incredibly easy to read.

  The only one who seemed reluctant to be anywhere near Tartarus was Nico, the son of Hades who was the newest addition to their quest. To Coach, Nico seemed terrified, worried out of his mind for Percy and Annabeth, and he was only barely keeping it together. Yet Nico had that same resolve, he’d made that same decision to be the one to stay in Tartarus. Even after everything he’d been through, all the horrors he’d seen in that hellhole, he was willing to go back in order to save his friends.

  So why wasn’t Coach willing to do the same thing?

  I’m the chaperone, he argued. Somebody’s gotta stay and keep these cupcakes in line. Logically, Nico would be the best choice to go to Tartarus. He wasn’t a member of the Seven and he wasn’t the chaperone. It would have to be Nico.

  At least, that was what Coach told himself. In truth, he was too afraid to admit that he would have to be the one to stay behind. It made sense. Nico and the others would be badly needed for the remainder of the quest. They were the next generation. And what was Coach? A useless, retired satyr who, for all that put-on bravado, was really just a coward. A coward because he was too afraid to step into Tartarus for Percy and Annabeth.

  When they finally arrived at the Doors of Death, all the fear he’d been feeling solidified into one, waking nightmare. The gates were flung open, the absolute worst that Tartarus had to offer guarding the entrance to the Pit. An eerie red light seeped out of Tartarus and into the House of Hades, illuminating a collection of beasts so horrible Coach was sure he would have nightmares for the rest of his life. The stench coming from the Pit was like an entire graveyard that had been unearthed and left to rot in the summer sun. A cacophony of screeches and howls echoed through the cavern. How had Percy and Annabeth survived this?

  Yet somehow, they had. There they were in the distance, limping as quickly as they could to freedom, a horde of half-formed demons hot on their tail. As they stumbled toward the doors, any demigod not engaged in a fight for their lives reached for Percy and Annabeth, struggling to pull them through.

  But at the last second, Percy resisted. He shoved Annabeth toward the other side, toward Epirus and Hazel’s waiting arms.

  “Go!” he shouted. “Go, Annabeth. You have to get out.”

  Coach realized what was happening. The other demigods were wrong: it wasn’t any of them staying behind. It was Percy. He could feel the emotions rolling off the young demigod: fear, and determination. As terrified as Percy was, he wasn’t about to let anyone—especially not Annabeth—die for him.

  “No!” Annabeth screamed. “No, not without you!” She tugged on his arm, struggling against Hazel’s attempts to pull her out.

  Percy managed a weak smile, his face a mask of pride in the bravery and loyalty of his girlfriend. Yet he was covered with scars, and his sad eyes seemed to hold the weight of the world. Tears streamed down his dirt-stained cheeks.

  “I’m not leaving you,” Annabeth insisted, her own eyes filling with tears. Her voice shook like a leaf in a hurricane.

  Hazel paused in her pulling, unsure of what to do.

  Ignoring Annabeth’s persistence, Percy drew his sword and whispered in as steady a voice as he could manage, “Don’t I get a kiss for luck?” His voice broke, more tears streaming down his face. “It’s kind of a tradition, right?”

  As Coach’s heart shattered like glass, Annabeth seemed to realize there was no arguing with her boyfriend. She wrapped her arms around Percy’s neck and kissed him, one quick, deep kiss that seemed to say so much.

  “Come back alive, Seaweed Brain,” she sobbed.

  That was all it took. As Percy turned to face his imminent death, Coach Gleeson Hedge decided that he wasn’t going to be useless anymore. He realized it was his job. This was what he had signed up to do: protect these reckless, headstrong cupcakes no matter what. He was going to give these two kids, these two troublemakers, a chance to live and be together.

  With one massive, kung fu goat kick, he sent Percy and Annabeth tumbling through the doors, taking Hazel down like a bowling pin. Using all the strength he could muster, Coach pushed hard on the Doors of Death, bringing them together with a resounding slam, and cutting off his only escape to the mortal world.

  He took one last look at the doors, rising up before him and disappearing into the gloom, and took a deep breath. He turned around.

  Steeling his courage, he shouted at the monsters circling and shrieking around him, “COME ON! BRING IT ON, UGLIES!” Heart pounding, wooden club held high, Coach Hedge charged into the fray, into the last fight of his life.

  At last, he’d done something worthwhile.
Oh, boy. It's sad, I know. I'm sorry. But I feel like Coach has a lot of doubts about himself. He just wants to prove himself, and this is how he's going to do it.

Listening to this song while you read it doesn't help: [link]

Characters (c) Rick Riordan/Disney Hyperion Publishing
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Jared studied the mirror, feeling for stubble with his palm for a moment before grabbing the razor; Kat could wait five minutes. He squirted the cream on it in a neat swirl, running the razor under hot water in preparation and lifted the cream laden hand to his face. He paused, staring at the smooth skin in the reflection for a moment, letting his hand fall. Wide brown eyes stared back at him, outlined by faint eyebrows and soft cheek bones, and framed by shaggy hair that moved down past the shoulder. He ran his eyes across it, uncertainly, all the way to his chest; there was something important about his chest. He stared at it for a moment, mind refusing to put it to words until he squeezed his eyes shut in frustration, then snapped them open again.

A faint stubble decorated the cheeks of his broad face. His eyes were a little on the small side, though not by much. His mouth was a thin line from concentration, and his eyebrows were bushier than he would have liked. His hair was a little bit shaggy, but barely touched the neck. There was nothing wrong with his chest.

"You going to live in there?"

He turned at the sound of Kat's voice, sighing a little as he put the razor down, and washed the shaving cream from his hands. Nice thick hands, that had nothing wrong with them. The mirror had been broken; somehow. "I'm coming out now!"

Kat frowned when she saw him, making Jared fidget a little bit as she scrutinized him. For her own part, Kat was wearing a flowing dress with noodle straps, a black piece of cloth that tumbled down her expansive breasts and clung to her sides. It would have gone gorgeous it hadn't been spoiled by the thunderclouds passing her face when she looked at his own outfit. She always dressed like that, though; and always seemed annoyed to find Jared in his usual baggy jeans and tee. "We're going to a bar again, aren't we?" she asked, after a moment.

"I always take you to a bar," he pointed out, smiling a little. "And I keep telling you that you should save those things for when you meet a nice girl to take you out."

"So you can remember I like girls at least," she muttered, falling into place behind him while he headed to the door.  He rose an eyebrow to comment, but didn't' respond; she was always things that didn't make sense to him, ever since the accident last year. He worried sometimes that she had cracked her head open.

She scowled at him when he held the car door open for her, but got in without a word. He laughed a little at her sour face, then stumbled a little on the way to his own door; for a moment he thought he'd seen a flash of long hair. He laughed at himself for reacting to a trick of the light, sliding into the car seat before things could get any stranger.

He thought his arm brushed something when he buckled up, but he ignored that. His foot seemed almost too short to reach the pedal, but he worked around that. His pants were riding up; it was almost impossible to ignore that, but he managed until he could stumble out; he thought he felt hair brushing against his neck as he moved.

"I-I think I have to go to the bathroom," he whispered, shaking his head furiously. Kat gave him a worried look, which met with a tight lipped smile, hurrying into the bar with her on his heels. "It'll be… It'll just be a moment," he promised, laughing a little. His clothes felt all wrong on him; his butt was too curved, his hips were too wide. His chest… he ignored his chest, eyes focused straight ahead as he walked. There was something incredibly wrong about the sensations he felt whenever the baggy pants shifted upwards.

"Jared?" she whispered next to him, gripping the door when he opened it and sliding into the bar alongside him. "Jared? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong." He tried to smile, but it came out sickly and twisted. "Nothing is wrong at all. I just… have to go to the bathroom." He tried to laugh instead, but it came out high pitched; a giggle. He picked up the pace, irritably scratching at his head for a moment, then gripping a handful of hair. He could trace its feel all the way to his bottom.

"Emily?" Kat whispered.

Jared ran; he forgot all dignity and ran, weaving through the crowds and towards the bathrooms. He flung one of the doors open without thinking, catching sight of the symbol as the door closed; a female. He slammed his body against the door before Kat could come inside.

"Emily! You have to listen to me!"

He didn't want to listen to her. He could see what she could in the mirror; those smooth cheeks framed with hair that slid around his shoulders, brushing against his breasts; he had breasts. His hand slid underneath his pants, jerking out again  a moment later. He had pants and he had a vagina; it didn't seem right to call it any other name. "My name is Jared," he whispered, slowly. It sounded hollow.

"You were caught in the accident a year ago!" Kat had been the one caught in the accident. "Your physical body was converted into a female, but your mind was only half way altered! You got along fine for a while – we started dating – but then your mind broke under the strain! You have to remember, Emily! You started a whole other life during that time period! We were going to get married!"

Kat had been caught in the lab. Kat had been working with nanites when one of the test tubes had exploded. Kat had been heavily hurt as the nanites tried to make  sense of someone who was already female.  Jared could remember staying by her side for days; she'd been in the hospital for days.

"You have to remember!"

She touched a finger against her cheek; smooth skin. She'd been in the hospital for days. She had been. She touched a breast, gently cupping it; she never looked at her chest for long, or her groin. She had been in the hospital for days. She always sat when she peed. The hospital; her head hurt.

"Emily!"

She blinked at the name; it sounded familiar, but she couldn't focus. Her head hurt so much she couldn't breathe. It felt like someone was trying to squeeze the life from her.

"Emily!"

She spun, slipping the door of the bathroom open to glare at Kat. "Can't a girl check up on her makeup in peace?" she snapped; at least the pain was fading away.

Kat for her own part stared at her, then laughed and scooped her into her arms. It was hard for Emily to stay mad when their breasts were rubbing together like that. Smiling, she kissed the smaller girl on the lips. "Come on; I'll take you some place better than this dinky old bar for dinner; god, I can't believe you picked this place…"

Kat was silent for a moment, though she followed behind Emily. A moment later her hands slipped around, her breasts digging into Emily's back as they continued walking towards the door. "Yeah," she whispered, laughing a little. "I can't believe I… I picked this place, either."
This is a birthday gift for :iconescape421521: I delayed her birthday by a month or two until i had time. :P NOW she can officially be 21. (Shames she'll have to be arrested for all that drinking she did when she couldn't wait... just 'cause it's on her birth certificate doesn't make it legal! Honest!)

It's heavily inspired by [link] I admit. ^^; (Also written for Emily.)
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Percabeth Ch.1

Questioning the old days

"ugh where is he…" I stared down the road from Thailia's tree, Pelos the dragon was coiled around it guarding the golden fleece that Percy and  I had taken from the Sea of Monsters years ago.

I heard hoof steps coming towards me, I looked back to see it was Grover. "C'mon Annabeth, Percy probably just isnt coming today." I just sighed "but he promised me he was, he even called me yesterday." Grover just looked at me a little confused and just said "Annabeth you'll see him once he gets to camp you don't have to wait for him, Seriously you've been here since breakfast and you missed lunch, you sure your alright?" I stood up "Alright Grover have it your way." I started to walk down the hill and Grover left muttering something about Juniper and some flower. I didn't pay any attention to him and just went to the beach.

I sat down staring at the sea questioning everything that had happened between me Percy over the past years we are both seventeen now and he probably has a mortal girlfriend, last year even though after we had beaten Kronos, we had gotten thrown into a lake by our friends and we had just stayed at the bottom for almost ten minutes, we had decided that long distance relationships wouldn't work especially for Half-Bloods because we cant use cell phones without basically shouting at a monster "HEY IM RIGHT HERE COME EAT ME!"

I started to think more and more about Percy and if he still had feelings for me, he probably didn't most boys find someone new within weeks of the last one that he had a thing with, Thinking of that almost made me cry, I heard the conch horn go for supper "gods how long have I been here" I muttered to myself as I stood up I whiped the tears  out of my eyes and started off for the marble dinning pavilion.
Well its short but i sorta stoped like half way through the last paragraph for supper and forgot where i was going with it (dun worrie i thought of a diffrent plot!)

they should be all about this size but i dont know if im going to keep it in Annabeth's POV tell me what you think

(c) Rick Riordan owns all the characters and whatnot that will be placed in the story
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