Author's Note: This is a continuation of Getting Home, taking place after Resident Evil: Degeneration. It's the same deal where Chris doesn't work for the BSAA (exactly as it was,) and Jill hasn't been taken by Wesker, but lives in California with Claire (they aren't in a relationship!). So this is technically an AU, I guess.

Again, sorry if it seems really off, but I've only played Resident Evil 4 & 6. So when I reference stuff that 'happened during' other games or stuff like that, it's not suppose to be by the game.

Please read and review! ~ HolleringHawk65

Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil or most of the characters in this story.

Chris 7:38

It's 2005. The Harvardville incidents had just occurred, and all I have done in the past twelve or so hours is worry about my sister, Claire, and my boyfriend, Leon S. Kennedy. Nobody was allowing me to do anything and I felt more worried than when Leon was in Spain, by himself. His life had seemed to have hung in the balance of how stupid the people around him were acting.

Now all I could do was breathe a sigh of relief as Leon walked through the hotel room door. He looked tired, but he was alive.

I was instantly over to him and hugging him, holding him close. I was very close to just completely falling apart. How did Leon always stay so calm?

"Alright…" he tried to pat my back "…you're squeezing me to death." He told me.

I let him go and he took a couple deep breaths before coming over to me and pressing his face into my chest and hugging me. This time, I just hugged him back gently.

"It was almost Raccoon City all over again." He said into my chest. It was in these moments that I remembered Leon had stumbled into the City I'd already left. That it was pretty much just him and Claire against the Tyrant and Birkin, not to mention countless hordes of T-Virus infected. And he had to worry about young Sherry Birkin, as well.

This time it'd been an airport, Leon and two rather incompetent S.R.T. members. The one had been so clueless he had gotten himself infected. Then they had that stupid senator that hadn't helped anything at all, the little girl (Rani), a flight attendant, and Frederic Downing, WilPharma's head researcher and a man who disgustingly reminded me of Wesker.

Then, he and Claire had separately gone to the WilPharma facility only to have hell break loose with Curtis Miller. Now he was safe in my arms though, and I didn't have to worry about a zombie…

Stop it Chris! He's right here and that's all you need to think about! I sighed and put my face against his neck.

"You reek," I told him.

He chuckled, "Like you're any better."

"Mmmm, right…" I gently tugged on the bottom of his earlobe with my teeth. "We could fix that, you know." I whispered into his ear.

He shuddered against me. "That's it, time for a hotel shower." I loved it when his voice got all husky like that.

A while later, after countless kisses and a bit lot of sleeping…

We got into a private jet. Neither of us liked planes much and I don't understand how, or why, President Graham—now on his second term, by the way—thought it was acceptable to send a plane for us after an airport had just been attacked.

Leon was still pretty tired—he'd been up the two hours it had taken on the helicopter ride from DC to Harvardville. Then there was the roughly twelve hours he'd been awake doing his normal running around avoiding zombies and other mutants.

Then there'd been earlier… where he hadn't gotten enough sleep.

And there was now, which is when he'd taken off his seat belt and put his head on my lap. It was a thing I'd discovered he liked to do. Physical contact was a big thing with him, especially when he was asleep. He didn't like to talk about it a lot, but I'd figured out he needed to be reassured that someone was still there with him. He didn't like to admit it, either.

He relaxed in his sleep, a smile curving on his peaceful face. He murmured my name in his sleep. I sighed and leaned back on the seat, just enjoying the fact we were together again. I'd never had had the chance to feel like this since last year when Leon had gone to save Ashley Graham from a cult in Spain.

To be honest, I'd been living with the hope that I wouldn't have to. Here we were though, so I suppose my hoping was really worth nothing.

I let myself drift off a little bit because I hadn't gotten much more sleep than Leon. I woke up with Leon still asleep.

I nudged him slowly. "Hunh?" his eyes opened slowly; beautiful green eyes that I had to fight from melting into it.

"Reaching D.C. in approximately fifteen minutes," a voice said over the intercom. "Please buckle your seat belts."

Leon sighed as he sat up and buckled the seat belt. He put his head against my shoulder. "I can't wait to get home." He told me. "I'm going to order a nice, juicy, double cheeseburger and then I'm just going to completely crash."

I smiled at him. "You deserve a nice, long, rest."

He slowly nodded. "Then it's back to work Saturday." He told me.

"Wait, what? Are you serious? Leon, it's Thursday. Do they expect you to be a robot that just shows up to work every day?" I asked him.

"Chris, I'm a secret service agent. This is the kind of stuff I do." He reminded me. We were starting to descend, but I felt anger starting to rise.

"Leon, secret service agents don't have to worry about zombie outbreaks."

He sighed and looked at me, straight into my eyes. "Would it make you feel better if I asked for a few days off?" He asked me.

I smiled. "Really happy, actually," I responded to him.

The plane landed and I grabbed the bag we had used for our clothes. Leon took his gun case from the carryon holder above. It was the same one he'd gotten in Spain. It was just another thing he didn't like to talk about a lot. I'd accepted that—he'd opened up about Luis, and Claire could provoke him to talk about Ada, but…

Then there was this whole Krauser issue. Leon refused to open up about it. I was trying to let it slid, but there was a point where I just… I don't know.

We were escorted by a limo to my pick-up truck at the parking garage where we'd met the helicopter over a day ago.

We drove in silence. It wasn't an awkward, tension filled silence that comes after an argument. This was a content silence that symbolized we were both thinking about other things. I was thinking about Claire, and how she'd hadn't even said hi. Talk about sisterly love.

Whatever, I'd bug her about it later over the phone.

As I drove into the driveway, Leon shifted in his seat. "Are you going to work tomorrow?" He asked me.

'Work' was a loose term. I flitted around from Field Operations Support to aiding in tracking down wisps of Umbrella, like WilPharma.

"Nope," I told him before I got out to enter the code for the garage pad.

"Curtis's family died in Raccoon City." Leon said. "And he wanted to use the G-Virus to avenge his family, but that didn't help him at all." He continued as we walked into the utility room.

Clearly this was all getting to Leon's head. Severely. I couldn't find a response to what he'd said as I picked up the phone and dialed the number to our favorite hamburger joint.

"Hello, how may I help you?" The girl on the other end asked.

I recited the order I knew by heart—a double cheeseburger with barbeque sauce and I got a double cheeseburger with mayo and tomato, and we also got two large French fries.

I'd just hung up when Leon came behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He sighed softly and we just stood there for a few minutes, staying with each other. I turned around and he pulled me close, kissing me hard.

So deliciously bi-polar… His hand pressed against the small of my back as his tongue fought its way into my mouth.

He had started unbuttoning my shirt when the door bell rang. He grabbed a twenty dollar bil that was on the counter and walked to the door he opened it and practically shoved the cash into our poor food delivery boy's hands and took the brown paper bags from him.

He closed the door and looked at me, the most mischievous look in his eyes.

He looked at the bags, then at me.

"This is going to be a long night, isn't it?" I asked him, smiling.

My blond lover grinned, nearly ear to ear. "You bet."

Leon 23:48

Chris was asleep next to me, the scent of peanut oil from the French fries all over him. I finally found myself falling asleep, and I hoped I'd be able to clock out for the next twelve or more hours.

"Are they going to hurt me?" The twelve year old asked me, clutching my shirt as the government officials met us.

I smoothed her blonde hair. "No one is going to hurt you, Sherry, these men are supposed to help you, alright? I'll come visit you, I promise."

Promise, promise, promise; the word echoed over and over again in my head.

I was in a glass box, surrounded by darkness. Above all, I was alone. Chris wasn't here, Claire wasn't here, no one I had killed or ever known was here. I was alone.

I rubbed my arms. Where the hell am I?

I was knocked back as something hit the glass, shattering it completely.

I woke up, panting and the bed slick with my sweat. I felt Chris's hand on my shoulder.

"Are you alright?" He whispered into my ear.

I turned right around and just started kissing him, needing to feel his skin against mine, his strong hands on me.

"Leon," he mumbled, starting to push me away. That was a new one. "Leon, stop."

I didn't say anything for a moment, shocked. Chris was telling me to stop?

"What the hell is going on with you?" He asked me.

"What are you talking about?" I asked him.

"How can you not know? Leon, first you're moody, then you mention Birkin, then you drop that all together, then we're having the best night, then you're screaming out in your sleep and now you're like this! I mean, dear god Leon! I can take a lot, but everyone has a breaking point." He told me.

We were sitting up on the bed now, the sun's early rays shining through windows. On a regular day, we'd wake up and try to hang onto the peace for as long as we could. But right now, Chris was looking at me, his expression worse than Amber's after we'd left her alone for half a day.

I didn't know what to say to Chris. Curtis Miller had really gotten to my head. And the way he'd been chasing down Angela, all I could think about now was Sherry. I hadn't seen her since I'd reluctantly given her to the government. Life had practically forced me from being able to.

I'd broken a promise. I was terrible with keeping them.

As I looked a Chris, I knew he'd want me to tell him—he'd always told me he wanted us to have a completely open, no secret keeping relationship. I just couldn't.

"I'm sorry." I said softly. "Can we just forget about this?" I asked him.

I could almost hear it: Leon, please tell me what's bothering you. Instead, he just got up and walked into the bathroom.

I started to get up when he talked to me. "Just go back to sleep Leon."

I sighed and laid back down, burying my face in a pillow. Maybe I could just smother myself to death. No…one little bump in the road isn't enough to throw everything away…

I feel back asleep somewhere along the way. These dreams were just normal; those really weird lucid dreams you talk about later and laugh about.

I woke up a little later and Chris wasn't in the bedroom or bathroom. I checked downstairs after I got ready for the day, and found it empty.

There was a letter on the fridge, written in Chris's hurried writing.

Leon,

Went out for a run, will be back later.

Love you,

Chris

I sighed, but this is what Chris did. He'd come back and we'd be able to work everything out.

I knew he'd be back in about twenty minutes, and I needed some more time to think, so I wrote on the other side his letter.

Chris,

Went out to the store. Don't worry, I'm not mad, we're just out of milk and other stuff.

Leon

I grabbed my leather jacket, wallet, and keys.

I felt cooped up, even after Harvardville; all jittery and not tired. So instead of taking Chris's truck for something that was destined not to be too long, I slid into '65 convertible corvette. I needed to drive and I needed to do something that was not by the books.