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Cover Image by Shanttyvf (me)

Hello guys!

I had a request for this story, but I only decided to write it after the poll result and after studying this pairing deep, because I needed to feel into it. And yes, I must admit they really would look great together. Although they could face some issues at first. LOL

So I hope you guys enjoy it.

For the ones who don't know me, I'm not a native speaker, so please forgive my mistakes.

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Psychologically unfit.

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Looking through the large window in the waiting room, it was hard to believe that a city like that could become just a memory from one time to another.

The cars on the streets, people on sidewalks, buildings, parks, shops. Everything through that window could become suddenly a dead picture.

That had happened to Raccoon City and Tal Oaks. The two cities were no more than memories. All images of both cities were no more than dead pictures on the wall describing nonexistent places and incomplete stories.

Raccoon City fell asleep in a past so distant that it didn't hurt anymore. Tal Oaks, on the other hand, was a hole left in the history as an aching wound newly opened.

Raccoon City once represented the hope of a new life, a promising career. If Tal Oaks represented the prospect of a new life too, its end represented the destruction of hope for a second time. With the city it had been buried more than people, but friendships.

Although all that was really sad and disturbing, it was necessary to look at everything with resignation not to go crazy, whether or not you were prepared for extreme situations. Sometimes to ignore some events would be the best choice, even if it seemed a selfish choice.

Leon turned back to the window. In recent months it was common to look at beautiful places like that, busy streets, playgrounds and imagine the chaos that a biological attack could bring to that scenario. He would never tell this to anyone, besides he had no one to talk about it, but some visions like that were following him at odd moments. Not that Leon feared something, but he felt that unfortunately there would be no more safe places. There was no guarantee.

Leon picked up one of the magazines in the coffee table where he saw the latest news about the new president Jared Scott. Though he seemed a good man, Jared could never replace Adam Benford or what he had represented.

Very little was left to Leon since the destruction of Tal Oaks, along with other friends Benford died. No other Leon's friend was among the 10% who survived in the city, the few surviving friends were traveling on business or for fun.

To start all over again for Leon was more than ti buy furniture to a new home or arrange appointments, to restart was trying to keep old friends who survived and make new ones. Not that Leon had many friends. He was a sociable and influential man when it came to professional life but very reserved about his private life.

Leon had no friend to whom he could talk openly about his thoughts and feelings, he did not know if this happened because he was a very closed person or if he had never had time to strengthen a friendship to the point of wanting to talk about himself.

His friendships were limited to the company for a shot of whiskey at the end of the night, a pool game with a friend and sex, if that friend was a woman.

Deep down inside Leon knew that it was not enough, but whiskey, pool and sex could help him cope with his loneliness for awhile. Maybe not enough, but it was the ideal thing for someone like him. How could an agent like him create strong bonds with people and places? He had no time for it and he believed that any bond could bring suffering in the future and maybe it would be better to avoid it.

Depressive? Never. Leon suffered moderately for each situation that happened to him. Although he felt homesick and even pain for the cities and people killed, Leon knew it would not be useful to stop acting for whining.

"Mr. Kennedy?" The receptionist called him on the counter.

"Yes?" Leon replied trying to deconcentrate on his thoughts.

"Dr. Farris is waiting to give you your report."

Leon just waved to the receptionist and pushed the door with his hand, entering into a long corridor. At the second door to the right, Leon entered the office.

"Sit down please, Leon." The Doctor said pointing to the chair in front of her.

Leon sat down and felt cozy in the comfortable chair.

"I've been reviewing your case and I would like to ask you when was the last time you took a vacation?"

"I do not remember, but ... Didn't you say that this appointment was just to comply with the requirements? What is that now?"

"Easy, Leon. I'll explain." Dr. Farris got a folder on his desk and handed it to Leon "It's hard to judge a man who does not like to talk after everything you've been through."

"We talked."

"Not about the latest events."

"If by latest events you refer to Tal Oaks, it happened more than eight months ago so it is not so recent. So by now we are all over it, there is nothing to be whining, I did not lie."

" Although lying is a skill of agents like you when necessary, I know that this is not the case. I believe you told the truth. But I still think you are too close, Leon. You're ignoring the losses that surround you and not facing them."

"bullshit"

Dr. Farris got her glasses on her round face and looked at Leon with disapproval.

"I'm sorry" Leon said "I do not really know how to talk or cry about situations or people, but that does not interfere in my work. I just choose every day not to grieve for the loss, but to fight for preventing new ones to happen."

"I understand, mr. Kennedy. I hope you think over it, because people like you get sick by not releasing emotions."

"That's ok" Leon said annoyed, pretending to believe what the psychologist just told him "Can I take my report to the next department now?"

"Not exactly."

Leon frowned and stood up suddenly looking at the psychologist.

"I could not redirect you to normal activities after feeling the tension you've been lately, Mr. Kennedy. You need some vacation."

"There is no holiday in my profession, Doctor" Leon said irritably. "Bioterrorism does not take vacations."

"Because of this there are other members here and also organizations like the BSAA, You're not the only one, Mr. Kennedy. "

"Do you really think I'll be able to have a normal life knowing everything that happens out there?"

"If you cannot that is because you're already sick. I'm giving you three months. If you manage to free your mind from work and have a normal life during this time you're proving me that you can return your activities. While staying tense and silent, I cannot help you."

Leon felt like punching Dr. Farris' desk. He was not an undisciplined man, however. He was calm and disciplined, but she was taking from him the only thing he had in his life, work. Leon decided not to question or complain about anything anymore, he just thanked her curtly and walked out the door.

What and who would Leon be without his work? He could not answer. But if there was one thing he knew to do it was to lie and act when necessary as every agent and he would use his skills not to take that vacation.

Without the support of the agency he knew it would be difficult, but never impossible. Leon was one of the founders of it all and how many times did he succeed by himself? It was not this time that someone would stop him.

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"You won't help me?"

"Not this time." Hunnigan said taking the device out of Leon's hand" The orders were clear, you need to keep distance of all this for now, Leon."

"You know how many times I disobeyed orders, Hunnigan."

"Yes, unfortunately I do. But this time your health is at stake." She said, turning her back to put the device into the closet.

Leon took advantage of her movement and opened a folder on the desk, picking up two sheets of paper from it and placing them inside his jacket.

"You saw Leon. You should come here for three months or Mrs. Harris will increase the time of your removal."

" And she calls this a vacation? It seems more like a punishment."

"For your sake."

"Okay." Leon smirked "But now that we're not working together you can finally have dinner with me. You owe me that. "

"Do I? I don't remember that."

"But you should" Leon blinked as he walked towards the door. "See you later."

Hunnigan smiled shyly and said nothing.

Leon walked slowly saying goodbye and waving to his fellows. He managed to fool everyone that he had accepted those forced vacation.

After arriving in the parking lot, he got in his car and the first thing he did was to remove the papers he picked up from Hunnigan. He had put those papers himself on her desk earlier, so he would not be caught. It was the first information for a new case, something that they would start investigating further.

Although Leon had not much data on the new case, those papers gave him a starting point. He knew where he should begin and who he should ask for help.

Knowing that he would have something to occupy his mind for the next months left him relieved. Leon could not get off work. Whiskey, pools and sex were not enough to bring meaning to his life, Leon wanted to work because it was all he knew and had in life.

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Hi everyone!

This was the first chapter of Behind the Guns.

This story happened after a request and the poll result, as I told you before.

Although I think Chris and Jill are meant to be, I accepted this challenge because the only man who could be perfect for Jill, besides Chris, is Leon. And I believe Leon deserved a female character as perfect as Jill.

I know many people may think Jill and Leon may sound difficult to happen, but this is my challenge, to make it believable. I don't think it's impossible and I think Jill and Leon have many things in common, which makes my job easier.

If you like it, please leave a review. I'll be very happy.

Thank you guys!