#quint cetcham

[mirage--saloon]

jill valentine this, chris redfield that but what about THEM

[sparkie96]

Update for “The Fan Club; Chapter 4: Quint II”

For once, Leon knew exactly when he had fallen asleep and where. In Quint’s bed in his bedroom, but the owner of said bed and room was in Keith’s room out of respect for Leon’s space and privacy. Both had been too drunk to drive anywhere and the thought of bothering Chris that late at night made Leon feel bad, so he stayed over Quint’s house. Even though Leon insisted that he could sleep on the couch or in another room, Quint insisted that, because Leon was his guest, he would sleep in Keith’s room and Leon could sleep in his bed.

Leon sat up, stretching out his arms and back, looking down at the hoodie and pajama pants Quint had lent him with a smile. Another polite gesture because Quint didn’t want Leon to have to feel uncomfortable while sleeping. He said Leon could even borrow them, the agent promising to wash them when he got home and to return them asap.

Giving a yawn, Leon grabbed the shopping bag his clothes were in, putting on his socks and sneakers before going downstairs. He could smell something cooking, or rather burning, in the kitchen, followed by what sounded like pots and pans banging around and curses. Leon raised a brow as he turned the corner, looking into the kitchen curiously.

“Whatcha doing, bud?” Leon asked, looking around at the mess all along the countertop.

Quint turned, holding what looked like grilling racks with bread, now toast, sandwiched between them, “Making breakfast. I forgot to fix the toaster, so I’m improvising.”

Leon looked over the strange device, “It looks like you hooked up some grilling racks with some wires and...I don’t even know what that is...but I think it’s a pretty interesting way to make toast.”

Quint chuckled, cheeks dusting with a blush as Leon set his stuff by the front door before coming over to closely inspect the odd little device. Quint showed him the wiring and the servos, going through the whole process of the development of the machine, saying it didn’t take very long, but it also was a whole trial and error process.

Leon understood certain things, but not everything, opting to just let Quint explain and only ask certain questions or ask him to explain others. He was genuinely interested, mainly because Quint was so adamant about his little experiment and Leon wanted to see it make some toast in real time.

“Did you want me to make eggs or something?” Leon offered.

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[ignify-caligo]

Keith: Are you an F5 key? Because that ass is refreshing.

Quint, hacking into something: Are you a software update? Because not right now.

[ignify-caligo]

Keith: Damn, the power went out.

Quint: Don’t worry, I got this.

Quint: *stomps foot*

Keith: What-?

Quint: *Sketchers light up*

[sparkie96]

“The Fan Club” Update

Another chapter of “The Fan Club” has been added. 

This time, Leon goes over and plays video games with the BSAA’s R&D Nerd, Quint Cetcham. 

(And yes, Quint is wearing an ahegao hoodie, but Leon doesn’t know what the hell that is XD)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18252854/chapters/71132766

[sparkie96]

Preview of the Upcoming Chapter for “The Fan Club”

Leon’s lips pressed into a thin line as he made a noise, “Uh...sorry, Big Guy. I actually do have plans tonight.” 

Chris gave a surprised look and a mock gasp of offense as he sat his hand on his chest, “Agent Kennedy! I freed up my schedule...and now you’re the one ditching me?!” 

Leon snorted, playfully rolling his eyes, “Sorry! But I made these plans the other day!” He said in his defense. 

Chris snickered, saying that he forgave him, but he supposed that it was technically payback for all the times he had ditched Leon due to work. He then asked Leon what these “Special Plans” were, asking if it had anything to do with his fanclub of BSAA Soldiers. Not that Chris didn’t appreciate the delicious cooking of Mama Luciani from Leon’s day out with Parker that Leon shared with him. 

“I can’t believe she invited you to the family reunion.” Chris said, turning down the street onto Pennsylvania Avenue, “I heard it’s always either in Disney, Universal or on some kind of beach or shoreview place. You can work on your tan!” 

Leon poked his tongue out at him, “Well, guess I’ll just have to go to Universal without you then. Maybe I’ll take the nicer Redfield as my plus one instead! Claire wouldn’t tease me like this!” 

“HA!” Chris laughed, “Claire is way worse! She makes people cry depending on what kind of mood she’s in.” 

“Well, Claire doesn’t bully me like you do, jerk!” Leon laughed, playfully punching Chris in his arm. 

Chris gave an equally playful “Ow” in response, laughing along with the younger. After a momentary moment of silence, Chris jokingly called Leon “Mr. Popular” before reminding him that he didn’t tell him about his plans for this afternoon. 

“Well, if you must know,” Leon began, “I’m hanging out with Quint tonight. That guy from your R&D Department?” 

“Quint?!” Chris asked in disbelief, wondering if he heard that right, “Like “Quint Cetcham” Quint?” 

[sparkie96]

If you're ever in the mood for a prompt, how about some A/B/O Chris/Leon where Leon doesn't know he's pregnant and has been getting the worst morning sickness?

How about a fic based off of “Jane the Virgin”? But, well, here you go. 

It was awkward enough that his old doctor retired. Well, not too awkward, Dr. Kemp had been his personal doctor for years so it was about time for the little old man to retire. No, what was really awkward was the fact that the only other doctor in the area that specialized in Omegas and their anatomy and could be trusted to not blab to the public about top secret government information...was also the same woman who specialized in virology and medical...at the BSAA. 

Dr. Rebecca Chambers, “Doctor High Hopes” as he often teased due to how optimistic she always seemed to be, even in the most terrible of situations. She was the top Medic and Doctor at the BSAA and in the Washington DC area. Best of the best. And now, he was being sent to her, by Hunnigan as a recommendation from Claire Redfield, so she could take a look at his slit and his insides. 

Leon wasn’t even there yet and he was already dying of embarrassment. 

If it was just a normal doctor that he didn’t know, and it was his first time going, he wouldn’t feel that way. But because it was Rebecca fucking Chambers? Someone that wasn’t a total stranger and associated with people her and Leon knew and were friends with? He was nervous and embarrassed as all hell. Especially since her “Main Office” was in the BSAA HQ right here in DC, he was not looking forward to having to not only ask where Becca’s office was...but face the possibility of having to explain why he was there to see her. 

He felt another wave of anxiety wash over him as he pulled up to the front gate: What if the people here already knew why he was there? 

“Hey, Agent Kennedy!” The soldier greeted with a friendly smile, “You can pull right in. Captain Valentine told us you would be stopping by today. You have to see Dr. Chambers, right?” 

Leon looked up at the soldier from his car with a horrified expression on his face. Jill knew?! He asked the soldier what Jill told him, and the soldier shrugged, explaining that she only told him that Leon would be stopping by to talk to Dr. Chambers about something. Although he wouldn’t know when, he and the other soldiers were told to just let Leon in whenever he stopped by. Leon asked if Jill knew the reason, but the soldier couldn’t give him a solid answer. 

“All we know is that you switched doctors.” The soldier admitted, “Don’t know what kind or why, but it’s none of our business, Agent Kennedy, so you don’t have anything to worry about.” 

Although still a bit anxious, Leon merely gave a nod and thanked the younger, driving through the now opened gate. Okay, so, maybe no one knew why he was here. No one would actually care if they knew either. He gave a relieved sigh and a chuckle, shaking his head at himself as he took another deep breath. Maybe he was just being paranoid.  

He had nothing to worry about.

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“Wait...she’s not here yet?!” Jessica Sherawat exclaimed, slamming her hands on the front desk and further annoying DC. 

“Chill.” DC simply said, a look of annoyance on his feature, “Rebecca’s just running late is all. She sounded like she just woke up when she called in. Probably stayed up helping a case.” 

“I don’t give a damn if she was up inventing the cure for every virus in the goddamn world!” Jessica exclaimed, “I need to see her right fucking now!” 

“Well, you’re gonna have to wait.” DC said, looking down at the check-in book, “She’s expecting a patient and your “appointment” isn’t exactly important...especially since Nadia, Damian and I all know that C wouldn’t be down with you doing that kind of shit behind his back. Besides, aren’t you on break?” 

Jessica rolled her eyes and gave a “Whatever”. It wasn’t DC, Nadia and Damian’s business as to why she was there. And she didn’t appreciate the accusations...even if they were true. Which they were, but only if she could convince Rebecca to follow through on her end. She had already seduced that little creep down in R&D, Quint having already prepared Chris’s sperm for her. So, Rebecca just had to finish the job. 

Jessica just needed to get this done before Chris came in and before tomorrow when the man would be deployed for an assignment over in Europe. She was already spinning the tale in her head by the time someone came in. Jessica turned, thinking it was Rebecca coming through the door, but frowning and groaning in annoyance. 

“You’re not Dr. Chambers.” She deadpanned, looking over the Omega with dark hair that had just showed up. Agent Kennedy from the DSO, if she recalled.  

Leon blinked at the Beta before him, clearing his throat and apologizing to the unknown female, “Uh...no, sorry...but I’m here to see her. I have an appointment.” 

He stepped by her, apologizing once more as he approached the front desk, talking to DC about this appointment. DC greeted him with a warm and friendly smile, explaining that Rebecca was running late and that Leon should go wait in her office in the meantime. 

“For what you’re here for,” DC said, looking over the sticky note, “You’re gonna want to go to her office and then go into the room label A4. She’ll meet you there when she gets here.” 

A blush dusted Leon’s cheeks, the Omega thanking him and following the man’s directions to Rebecca’s office and Room A4. DC reassured that he only knew why Leon was here so he could direct him in case something like this happened and to remind Rebecca, who could sometimes be forgetful when she was exhausted or buried in work. Leon thanked the man again and made his way to her office. 

“What the hell is he doing here?” Jessica asked, leaning against the desk. 

“I would tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.” DC replied, turning his attention back to his cellphone, “Don’t tempt me...now, since you’re so hellbent, go wait for Dr. Chambers in Room B4. No promises that she’ll go through with what you’re asking...and she’ll probably tell Chris if you somehow get her to do so.” 

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Rebecca looked over her notes, sticky notes and other little things DC jotted down for her as she waltzed in, apologizing profusely to DC and asking if everyone was here already. She had been up all night going over stuff for a conference in a couple weeks and then another doctor asked her to look over virus strains that they had been seeing overseas in Europe. She was extremely exhausted and had already spilled her coffee all over the sticky notes. 

Rebecca squinted at the notes, drying them in vain with a napkin as she tried to read them. She was supposed to meet with Leon Kennedy for...something in Room...A4? And then Jessica Sherawat for...something else in...that looked like B4. Shit...what was Jessica doing here? She could only vaguely remember something about Rebecca looking into something for her. She must have been here for her yearly examination. 

She remembered something about a sperm donor...a volunteer for Chris...but who had she spoken to about that? Was that why Leon was here? Cause she couldn’t imagine Chris wanting Jessica to carry his baby for him, especially after the mess she made of their relationship. But the woman was still obsessed and Rebecca was pretty sure Chris had moved on. 

She didn’t have time to really mull it all over, she was late enough as it was. 

With a sigh, she looked and saw the already sperm filled syringe sitting on the counter, looking at the smeared “A4” label on it. Phew, so it was for Leon. That was a relief, Chris would kill her if he found out she had helped Jessica get pregnant with his kid. So, Jessica was the one who was here for the Pap Smear then. 

Little had she known, Chris wasn’t looking for a volunteer for anything at all like that and this was going to turn into a huge mess. 

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Due to the amount of times he had gone to the gynecologist, Leon had already stripped out of his clothes and got into the hospital gown. He grumbled as he got his legs into the stirrups, pulling on the blanket so he wouldn’t have to look Rebecca in the eye during all this. Blue eyes were trained on the weird, popcorn tiled ceiling, trying not think himself out of this appointment. He only had to come here once every few months. 

“I can do this.” Leon whispered to himself, “I don’t even have to look directly at her, we share some light conversation while she sticks her fingers in me...and then it’ll be done. I can go home, order some take-out, feed Munchie and go to bed.” 

He nearly hopped off of the table and bolted through the door when he heard it open, Rebecca smiling and greeting him warmly as she came in. That it had been a while since she had seen him last. She set down her clipboard as she sat on the stool, rolling it and lifting the blanket to see him. 

“Hey, Dr. High Hopes,” Leon greeted awkwardly, “Right to business?” 

“Yeah,” Rebecca said, putting on gloves and yawning loudly, “Sorry, late night. Stayed up working on some stuff so I didn’t get a lot of sleep.” 

“Oh, well, that sucks.” Leon replied, still staring at the ceiling, wincing as he heard the snap of rubbing against skin, “I reschedule and come back another time if right now isn’t so good.”

“No, no, it’s fine. It’ll be quick, I’ll go see my other patient, catch-up on some work,” She yawned again as she prepared the syringe, uncapping it and inserting it inside of Leon, “And then go nap in the barracks...or in another room.” 

Leon jumped as he felt her insert...what was she inserting? It didn’t feel like those clampy thingies. Maybe it was a camera? Is that how they did Pap Smears here? He didn’t think to question it, feeling something wet get injected inside of him. Lubricant? He shrugged to himself. He just wanted her to get this done as soon as possible so he could get out of here. He decided to indulge her in light conversation, recommending that she take a vacation or something. 

She chuckled at that, emptying the contents of the syringe before pulling the instrument out of him, discarding it in the waste bin marked “Biohazard”, “Maybe...and we’re done!” She informed him, lowering the blanket and pulling off her gloves. 

Leon gave the ceiling, and then her, a puzzled look, “That’s it?” 

She gave a nod, “Uh huh.” She gathered her clipboard, writing down some notes, “I recommend plenty of vitamins, a good diet, adequate exercise, yadda yadda yadda.” She informed him with a tired chuckle, about ready to doze off. 

Leon pulled his legs out of the stirrups, sitting up straight on the examination table, “Oh. Wow, okay.” He chuckled, “You’re the first doctor to give me advice like that after a Pap Smear. Thanks.” 

She merely gave a nod, waving him off and telling him to have a good day with another tired nod. Leon said the same to her in return, waiting until the door closed to get up and quickly get redressed. He didn’t plan on sticking around for small talk. 

Rebecca was halfway down to Jessica’s room when Leon’s words hit her brain, stopping dead in her tracks, “Wait...pap smear?” She looked back in confusion but looked forward as someone called for her, Quint speeding down the hall toward her and telling her to wait. 

Behind her, Leon was all but speed walking out of his room, heading back to the main lobby and to the parking lot before anyone could stop to talk to him. 

“DOC! DON’T DO IT!” Quint hollered, “JESSICA FORCED ME TO DO IT! CHRIS IS GONNA KILL ME IF HE FINDS OUT!” 

“What?!” Rebecca asked as Quint stood before her, out of breath and panicking, “What are you talking about?” 

“Jessica!” Quint exclaimed. 

Even though he was sort of out of breath, he explained that Jessica had come in last night and had Quint unfreeze Chris’s sperm. She blackmailed and seduced him into doing so, and she originally wanted him to inject her with Chris’s sperm, but he didn’t know how to do all that. So, Jessica came in today with the intent of convincing Rebecca to do it. 

Rebecca’s face dropped, “But...but...no, she’s here for a…Pap...smear...” 

Her eyes widened in shock, looking back at Leon’s room, remembering once again what Leon had said. Oh shit…

She dropped her clipboard and ran to Leon’s room, throwing open the door as she did so. Leon wasn’t there. Quint had asked what was the matter, but she didn’t respond, pushing past him and running back toward the lobby. She went to the front desk as DC and Nadia were changing shifts, asking either of them if they had seen Agent Kennedy. 

“Yeah, he just left.” DC explained, “He ran like there was a rocket up his ass.” 

“...SHIT!” Rebecca exclaimed, going to the front door and watching as Leon’s car left through the front gate. 

“What happened?” Quint asked, “Doc, what’s wrong?” 

Rebecca turned back to all of them, “...I fucked up.”  

[textsfromthebsaa]

The undercover assignment went well! And somehow the fact I skipped HSM missed everyone’s notice?? So we’re apparently watching that tonight?

I guess?

Quint Cetcham you’re a goddamn mystery.