trans_9 | You got some splainin' to do. [closed]

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You got some splainin' to do. [closed]

Thank god for pants.

Chris had a look around the room where his sister had been sleeping for the past year, getting the feeling he'd never quite get used to the whole "alien organs" motif this place had going for it. It seemed nice enough, though, and he was curious to know who all the things on one side of the room belonged to.

"So, I guess it'd be an understatement to say I missed a lot," he said, giving Boon a belly rub on the bed next to him.

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"I know it's not your fault." Wasn't his fault either, really, and that what was so maddening about it. "But this is the kind of thing I'd like to-"

Chris drifted off and gave a frustrated sigh of his own. "I don't know. But what am I supposed to do? I barely even know this guy, and you..."

"I've known him for seven years," she pointed out, uncrossing her arms and leaning forward again. "And you know he's saved my life. In Raccoon, again when he contacted you with the information on my imprisonment. And in Harvardville." She bit her lip, furrowing her brow as she looked at Chris. "You know he's a good man."

"Saving your life doesn't mean he's a good man," Chris pointed out, case in point being Chris himself. At least, that's what he thought. He'd saved plenty of lives, and he wasn't raising children with any of those people.

"Look, I don't doubt he's a good guy, and he's your boyfriend, so it's not even my call to make. I just-" He frowned sharply, the frown of a protective big brother who had slipped in his protection against his will.

"I don't like it."

"Well too bad," she shot back immediately, getting that defiant look on her face that meant she was pretty much going to do whatever she pleased, regardless of what Chris thought. She was very happy her brother was around, but she wasn't going to tell Leon to back off just because her brother was overprotective. The look faded after a moment though, and she sighed, tilting her head and raising her eyebrows.

"I know this is kind of sudden for you, but we've been together almost a year, now. Can you at least try to give him a chance?"

Chris looked a little bit like she'd smacked him, folding his arms over his chest and glaring across the room at nothing in particular. He said nothing until she spoke again.

"I never said I wouldn't give him a chance," he said. "I just don't like being the last to know."

"Well, you should probably take that up with Stacy, then." Claire sighed, shaking her head and looking at the far wall, resting her chin in her hand. It wasn't like she could put off her entire life so that Chris could always be the first notified of everything that changed with her.

He was starting to feel like there was a growing list of things he needed to take up with Stacy.

"Shit, Claire. Maybe you can give me five minutes or so to process all this, huh?" he muttered, reaching up to push his hair out of his face. The last thing he wanted to do was fight with her about this. It really wasn't his call, and it wasn't fair to expect her to put her life on hold for his sake. But still...

"Okay, take all the time you want." Claire, shrugged, falling back on the bed, patting the mattress to signal Boon to come join her. She wasn't going to say anything further until he decided to speak up, again.

Chris was quiet for a few minutes, finally letting out another sigh and rubbing his forehead again.

"Is Jill here?"

Claire raised her eyebrow at that, rolling her head slightly so she could see Chris from the angle she was laying at.

"She's not, no. The only people from our universe I've seen are..." she sighed, holding up a hand to start ticking everyone off. "You, me, Leon, Sherry, Steve Burnside, and Luis Sera."

Chris made another hard-to-decipher expression. Of course, it might have been good news she wasn't here. Then again, it might mean she was still locked up in those pods down there, covered in slime just like before...

He felt a little shiver go down his back and he exhaled a breath, shaking his head.

"Steve?" he repeated, looking for something to change the subject. "As in Rockfort Island?"

Oh. Here was another fun subject. Claire grimaced, rolling her head back to stare up at the ceiling again, scruffling her hand along Boon's neck.

"Yup. One and the same."

He frowned and turned to look at her again, eyebrows drawing together.

"Are you okay?"

Claire blinked, a little confused by the concern, and propped herself up on her elbows to look at him, before it dawned on her.

"Oh, yeah. Steve's been here a year, too. I'm fine. Believe me, that's all..." she waved her hand, looking off to the side for a second. "Done with."

Chris remembered all too well how much the kid's death had hurt her, and didn't want to imagine what running into him again must have been like. Nevermind the fact he was alive in the first place, somehow. This place was starting to get more messed up by the minute.

"Are you sure?" he asked. "That can't have been... easy."

She sighed, shaking her head.

"It wasn't. It's still not, some days," she admitted, frowning a little, and straightening up completely. It had been hard, and it had been harder dealing with it without Chris. But she'd adapted. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees and clasping her hands together.

"Leon was there for me, though. Which I know is so not what you want to hear, but he made sure I didn't go crazy." Crazier, anyway.

"Claire," Chris sighed, a little crossly, "That's not it."

He turned towards her and leaned forward, looking her in the eye. "I just want somebody to always be there for you. And I'm always gonna be there. But if I can't be around, for whatever reason, if I'm across the world or in a space-coma or whatever... it's gotta be one hell of a good guy to deserve you."

She smiled slightly at that, shaking her head.

"Once this virus stuff is done with, talk to him, then." Normally she'd be severely opposed to any of her boyfriends having a conversation with her brother, but that was because a lot of the guys in the past she'd dated had never really even met her standard of total approval. At least when it came to holding up against her brother. Leon though, she was pretty sure he'd do fine.

"You say that like he has a choice," Chris replied, smirking at her. "Big brother gets to take your boyfriend out for a few beers. That's the rule. No breaking it, even in a place like this."

She just laughed, shaking her head a little. She wasn't going to fight him on that one. "It's not really that, he's just a pretty busy guy," she said after a moment, rubbing the back of her neck.

"He's Captain of the ship, actually." Which was still something she wasn't happy about, though she was proud of him, if for nothing else than that him being in the position he was in made it obvious that he was well-loved by people besides her and their daughter.

"Captain, huh?" Chris regarded her suspiciously with that news. "Well, I'm sure he'll make the time to meet me if it's important to you." He was mostly kidding about the strict inspection... mostly. Brotherhood came with certain obligations, and giving your sister's boyfriends the once-over was at the top of the list.

"And when do I get to meet all the orphans you're taking in while I'm away?"

Her face fell at that, and she looked down at the floor, shaking her head.

"I don't know." She sighed, rubbing the back of her neck again, before slowly looking back up at him. The look she'd been carrying with her since Sherry had first started getting sick, that of a mother scared for her child's life, was back.

"Sherry's one of the people who got infected by the virus that's leaked. She's being kept unconscious until a cure can be developed."

He winced a bit at the news, and he recognized that look of despair on her face. It was one she saved for the times when she couldn't even feign confidence, when she couldn't pretend away the worries.

"Oh, Claire," he sighed, and moved over to sit beside her, putting his hand on her shoulder. He didn't know what else to say, considering he really didn't know much about this virus or whether Sherry really was going to be all right or not. Either way, he had a year's worth of supporting her to make up for, and it was frustrating he couldn't get started right now.

She'd been mostly fielding this one on her own. Leon was busy trying to contain and being captain, so she'd been spending the long hours down in Contagion watching their child sleep. So having Chris show up right now was pretty nice, considering.

She let out a slow breath, looking over at Chris for a moment before scooting closer to him and leaning her head against his shoulder, loosely wrapping her arm behind him.

"She'll be fine, Stacy says there's a cure, and I trust the Contagion team more than I've ever trusted any scientists before." She bit her lip, frowning down at the floor again. "It doesn't stop me from worrying, though. She's been through so much."

He slipped his arm around her shoulder and gave her a little squeeze. "She'll be okay," he said. "She's lucky to have a mom like you. You know if you've been raising her, she's gotta be tougher than the average kid."

It came along with the Redfield name, after all.

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