Fix You (Revised)

Okay guys, I know it's been so long and I'm deeply deeply sorry. Stuff happens, you know. Things come up and life keeps you busy. Anyways, why am I re uploading Fix You? Well, as the title says, it's been revised. I reread the old chapters and noticed a lot of mistakes so I decided to edit and rewrite some stuff. I'm posting in hopes you'll forgive me for my lack of posting and because I thought you might enjoy it. As for the final chapters to the original, I decided to rewrite it again because originally I was going to kill off Helena and it didn't seem fair to you guys to do that. I'm almost done and it looks like it's going to be a few more chapters to finish it. So to conclude, here's this edited version of the first chapter. Let me know your thoughts. Is it better? Worse? The same? Review and let me know.

Chapter 1

"Not my sister! Take me! Please!"

Simmons' henchmen took hold of the young frightened girl and crudely pulled her off her chair. She writhed and kicked vividly whilst screaming haunting screams of terror.

Helena heaved as she emptied the little contents inside of her stomach. The memories were still fresh and very much alive. Playing over and over in her mind as if they had been set on repeat to torment her.

"I'll do anything! Please! Please!" Helena pleaded with desperation, begging the cruel man before her. She struggled against the restraints on her wrists in hopes to break free to no prevail. She could do nothing but watch as her beloved baby sister was dragged away, the door slamming shut with a deafening boom.

On her knees, on her bathroom floor, Helena moaned. Her head throbbed and ached and her skin felt blistering and tacky.

"Helena!"

Deborah's voice echoed loudly in her head making her gag and spew yet again. She groaned loudly afterwards as she laid her head to rest on her arm atop the toilet bowl. She panted heavily, her eyes shut tight. Another night of heavy drinking followed by another morning of the resulting sickness, but at least she was able to forget it, even if it was for just a short while.

Four months. It had only been four months since the incidents of Tall Oaks and China. Four months since the clearance of all charges. Four months since she had earned her freedom back. Four months since she had received the okay go to return to work. Four long miserable months.

At first, it had been easy. Mission after mission, Helena never had time to think yet alone remember what had happened. She had done it on purpose; volunteering, signing up, anything to keep her busy. Anything to keep her mind occupied and away from solemn thoughts. But then came the mandatory time off issued by the director himself after deemed temporarily mentally unstable in failing an obligatory psychological exam.

Since that day, Helena had gone from nonstop missions to nonstop drinking. All the images of Tall Oaks, of China, of Deborah's death drilled into her skull and completely overwhelmed her. The only thing she could think to do was drown in her sorrows. At first, a single bottle would do the trick, but as time passed she found she had to consume larger amounts of that precious alcohol to simply sleep at night.

And so, every day and night she would binge, drinking herself unconscious. She just wanted to forget. She wanted to forget the nightmare, the death of her sister, and somewhere along the way, her developed feelings for Leon. She wasn't sure how it'd happened, it just had.

Her body shaking, Helena groaned and leaned back against the bathtub, her bare back cooling itself from the cold surface. She found herself thinking of Leon. Sometime during Tall Oaks, she had realized she was falling for him.

Who could blame her? The man was gorgeous. The man was righteous. The man was caring. The man was compassionate. The man was responsible. The man was strong. The man was brave. The man was… the man was a man.

She forced down a moan of yearn and sighed deeply instead, her head leaning back against the tub. She kept her eyes closed to keep the light from stinging.

Why? Why did she do this to herself? Why did she torture herself with false hope of ever being with him? Wasn't the guilt of Deborah's death enough? She had high hopes her splurge of drinking would consume her guilt and maybe even the essence of herself, but her fortune was rather misfortunate.

For months, she waited and waited for death to come and take her away. It was what she felt she needed. What she felt she deserved. Yet, nothing. She was still here.

A distant knock pulled her from her morbid thoughts, hurling her back to her senses. It sounded again, the three hit rhythm. She remained immobile on the floor, uncaring who it was knocking on her front door. Eventually, whomever it was would tire and go away, leaving her alone to rot. Or so she hoped.

She did nothing as the door clicked open. She said nothing as she heard movement in the living room; she merely sat still and listened. She listened to the footsteps, muffled by the carpet. She listened to the slight ragged breathing and the deep velvet voice calling out her name. She knew that voice all too well.

In sudden, she gagged yet again and proceeded to retch into the toilet, coughing loudly. Once done, she panted and spit, never once looking up at the man standing at her bathroom door.

A sigh escaped his lips. "Helena, this has got to stop." Leon Kennedy shook his head as he took in the sight. He didn't want it to be true yet here it was. Helena Harper had become a lost soul. A soul so far away gone at times he wondered if she would ever come back. He took a towel off of the rack and approached her, kneeling down to one knee.

Helena groaned out his name as he placed the towel over her naked torso. She turned her head to him, her speech slurred, "W-what are you doing here?" He recoiled at the hotness of her breath. At such close proximity, he could smell the stench of the alcohol. He looked to her eyes, watery and bloodshot. He shook his head, she was drunk.

"Taking care of a friend." His voice was grave. He took her arm and placed it around his neck. He swept up her legs and let out a soft grunt as he stood, scooping her up into his arms. Feeling a wave of sickness, Helena propped her head back with a groan and closed her eyes.

Leon exited the bathroom, made his way down the hallway and toward the master bedroom. Gently, he set her down onto the unmade bed. "Just sleep it off, you'll feel better."

He was startled as she took hold of his suave chiseled face. He met her drunken gaze. She pulled him in close for a kiss. Not one to take advantage, he turned his head away, "Helena…"

She released a gruff grunt and pushed him away with incredible strength. He grunted and stepped back from the sudden action. Helena then turned onto her side and passed out, her head hitting the pillow.

Leon fixated his gaze on her and sighed, a bit of relief mixed into it. "Oh Helena." His voice was soft. He sighed yet again as he pulled the covers over her slender form. The mattress lowered under his weight as he sat down. "What's happened to you?" His voice carried a strong melancholic tone. "You were doing so well before…"

He reached and slipped a loose strand of her hair back behind her ear. "I've only been gone a week." Another sigh slipped past his lips, this one heavy. Why did he feel in his heart it was his responsibility to keep her safe? Why did it seem it was his duty? He couldn't explain it, any of it. He couldn't explain how important her safety and well being was to him or even why. He couldn't explain the need for it. Or why it was strong and powerful.

His face saddened. Oh Helena. It hurt him to see her this way, so broken and tormented. He never expected to feel such pain to see her bent over the toilet in a state of drunkenness. It reminded him of his own days of alcoholism. Those days were hell. Something he never wanted someone close to him, someone he cared deeply for to endure. Especially not alone.

He felt a pang of guilt rise in the pit of his stomach. It was difficult to discard it now; the fact he hadn't entirely done everything in his power to help Helena. Teach her how to properly deal with her alcoholism, her depression.

It wasn't up to him, his brain would often remind. And though he found himself agreeing, his heart would prompt him that he chose to be there. He chose to take her into his care. There was no obligation. No one was forcing him.

He used that knowledge to his advances to make himself feel better when Ada would suddenly appear in his life. His desire for her was too great, too overwhelming for him to bear. For days he would disappear. During his absence Helena would remain in the care of Chris whom had agreed after probed.

He retracted his phone from the pocket of his jacket. He dialed Chris's personal number, sighing as the operator announced its temporary disconnection. The phone was shut with a light clink. Chris was on assignment, out in the field. His disconnected number was a sure sign.

It only meant that Helena had been left alone for at least a week with no one to help her through her dilemma, keep her from drinking. Leon couldn't put any blame on Chris for Helena's state. Did it mean the blame was on him?

Another sigh, this time deeper, escaped his lips. Things had to change. He needed to be around longer and make sure to do more than just keep her safe. His phone rang and vibrated in his hand. Helena stirred with a soft moan. Quickly, Leon stood from the bed and stepped out into the hallway. "Kennedy." His voice was firm.

"Leon, how's she holding up?" Hunnigan's voice was full of worry. He took a quick peek into the room, grimacing as the door creaked. Helena remained still, eyes closed. "Not well" he sighed. "She relapsed." Hunnigan's sigh was heavy. "She was doing so well too." He could hear the hint of disappointment in her voice.

"Yeah" he agreed. His expression settled. "But I'm back now." A short silence developed before Hunnigan spoke. "Listen, I don't know if you knew but, Helena quit the USSS earlier this week."

"What?" Leon exclaimed, eyes wide in shock. "Why?"

"I wish I knew. She was only suspended for failure to report and botching her physical and psychological exams. I only found out when I filed your transfer request. I'm not sure what to do now."

Leon closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing softly. Why would she quit? "Forget the transfer then. Talk to Davis. Get him to consider her."

Hunnigan's voice was hesitant, "I don't know, Leon. It's not going to be easy."

"You'll think of something."

Her sigh was deep. "I'll see what I can do. She may have been cleared of the charges but her reputation isn't exactly best."

"I know you can pull it off. Keep trying Hunnigan." He cut the connection and pocketed the device. He gave a final glance to the still sleeping Helena and closed the door. He made his way back toward the living room.

The apartment held nothing extravagant, decorated pleasantly with practical modern furniture. The walls were an enjoyable soft pastel color, giving off a homely sentiment. Upon entering, the small kitchen stood to the right with the living room centered. To the left was the corridor where the two bedrooms and single bathroom were placed. All in all it was a comfortable home for two.

His eyes skimmed the spacy room, taking in the disastrous state he found it to be in. To say the apartment was dirty was an understatement. The place was completely chaotic. There were clothes scattered everywhere; on the floor and sofa and loveseat. Garbage and empty bottles of liquor joined the attire in cluttering the floor. The kitchen was in no better state; a mass of dishes piled along the counters, stove and even alongside the sink.

Leon shook his head, deeply saddened. How could Helena allow herself to live this way? In such a disgusting clutter. How could he allow it? He shook his head. He couldn't've known, he recapped. He couldn't've known.

Removing his favorite leather jacket, he hung it up upon the coat rack. Things were definitely going to change.

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