Dead Natious: The End

Her problems weren't with Heather.....Rebecca was just worried about Heathers dreams that kept popping up now and then. They where becoming more frequent and as violent as they where.....She hopped Heather would tell her something for god sakes.....She loved this woman but she needed to know.

"Are you okay?" Rebecca asked sitting up as Heather came back to crawl in bed.

"yeah....I am now." Heather smiled weakly and kissed her.

"Heather...." Maybe she shouldn't push but she needed to know...."You need to tell me...." Heather looked away in shame. Rebecca cupped a cheek and made her face Rebecca again. "Please...." Heather's heart melted and wrapped around Rebecca's hands everyday.

"O....Okay..." Heather put her back against the head board. "T....there's a place....Where hell roams....Called Silent Hill...."

Although Heather's story was insanely crazy Rebecca believed every single word of it. She had been through stuff herself that still haunted her today. She believed Heather and Heather relaxed knowing that. The stories where graphic in detail and hearing it....well Rebecca didn't like it but it had to be done. When Heather was done she waited for Rebecca to walk out the door but she didn't. Instead she rolled on top of Heather when they laid down and smiled at her.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that....I am but....I'm here to help you....to love you." With that Heather kissed Rebecca's warm amazing....and heavenly lips.
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Rebecca sighed as she walked back into her office at the medical department of the B.S.A.A. North American branch HQ. Another day in her wonderful life. She heard that Chris and Piers where going on a special mission soon. Last she heard of Jill was she went to Australia to help vacate some people in a special....situation. But she didn't give much thought to Jill as she waited for her 5:00 o'clock to show up. Which was all the recruits coming to meet the one person (her) That would more than likely be stitching them up and helping them fight again.

"Okay I could go with the soft approach...or..." A knock at the door told her she didn't have any other choice because they where here.

"Alright file in." The instructor smiled at Rebecca. "We got only fifteen that wanted to stay." Rebecca shook her head and looked at the bag of misfits that she saw before her. Heather was the only that she stared at for a minute.

"Alright I'm Dr. Chambers." None of them seemed to care except Heather. "Or you can call me-"

"This sucks why do we need to be here?" One of the guys said rude-fully.

"Um....don't you want to know who is patching up?" The instructor said. He shook his head no.

"Alright....well...I see. Looks like the hard way." She said aggravated.

"Oh god..." He said and everyone laughed except Heather. Rebecca gave a grunt.

"Attention!" they looked at her amazed. "1998 A certain S.T.A.R.S. team went to investigate murders." She looked pissed as she passed by everyone of them telling the infamous story. "During they're time there they-"

"Blah blah blah they where stupid and-" He shut up as soon as a surgical knife was at his throat.

"My friends died. I don't think that's funny." She dropped the knife. "I'm Rebecca Chambers." They aw'd like they couldn't believe it. "I will be your doctor. Everyone of you. If you so much as get a scratch and couldn't help it.....I'll make your Scratch bigger and then I'll heal it. If you so much as disobey my direction or Orders above anyone else there will be penalties." Rebecca was very serious... "Because I am one of the high ranking officers in the B.S.A.A. ever. Even higher then your instructor or captain if you get put into a unit."
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"Ya know that was hot." Heather giggled as she laid her head in Rebecca's lap talking about what happened hours earlier.

"Really?" She played with Heathers hair. "Ya know..." She smiled looking up to the sky. "I think We'll be okay...to the end."

"You know....I think we will." Heather chuckled.