Authors Note: I don't normally write more than one story at a time, but this has been itching to come out. So I thought I'd get it underway. I've received quite a few messages asking for stories dedicated to both a Leon/Ada pairing and a Claire/Leon pairing. I couldn't decide which I'd rather focus on first. Then, I heard a song called 'Supercut' by Lorde and suddenly - this idea was born. Hello, I am here to tear out your heart. But I hope you enjoy. Mush, laughter, violence, love, lust and heartbreak ahead. You know the drill. You might recognize a couple of elements from my other stories in here, because I enjoy the history, but this isn't related to them. Take another journey with me.

And listen to that song, because its everything.

In my head, I play a supercut of us - All the magic we gave off - All the love we had and lost - And in my head - The visions never stop - These ribbons wrap me up - But when I reach for you - There's just a supercut

In your car, the radio up - We keep trying to talk about us - I'm someone you maybe might love - I'll be your quiet afternoon crush - Be your violent overnight rush - Make you crazy over my touch

Cause in my head - in my head, I do everything right
When you call - when you call, I'll forgive and not fight
Because ours - are the moments I play in the dark
We were wild and fluorescent, come home to my heart

In my head, I do everything right

There were three great loves in the life of Leon Kennedy. Three. Two of them under this very roof, under his guard, under his ever watchful eye. He cared for them with everything he was, they were his life, his pride and his joy. After all the years of fighting – well over twenty – all the years of blood, sweat and tears. Of tearing his body to pieces to protect a world and a country he believed worth fighting for, he had finally settled down. Because of her.

Women were his Achilles heel and always had been. If you knew of him, you knew the gossip and the stories that surrounded him. The notorious womanizer, the one nobody could ever pin down. Suave, sweet, heroic. The kind of guy most girls dreamed about on paper, but when you got close to him the reality was he was unreachable - to most. Scared to death of ever giving up his heart because doing that meant ties and ties in their world got you hurt or killed. He'd avoided them, avoided true relationships, avoided allowing himself the comfort of love when sometimes he'd needed it more than anything.

There were only two that ever made him believe that maybe – just maybe – there could be a life beyond the battle. Beyond duty.

Claire Redfield. The redheaded beauty he had seen through his first apocalypse with.

Ada Wong. The mystery, the battle angel that showed up to save him and entice him.

Two vastly different women. One represented peace and calm, a guiding light in the dark. His anchor in a rocky, always turbulent sea. The other was fire and danger, passion and desire. A mystery, out of reach. Harley to his Joker. They were Yin and Yang, ice and fire, heaven and hell. The devil and the angel on his shoulders. And he loved them both – if he was honest with himself, he always had. For many different reasons, for a lot of the same ones.

He'd made a lot of mistakes over the last twenty something years – with both of them. There were times when he could have sworn one of them was the woman he was meant to be with forever, but then the other had swept in and changed everything again. There had been broken hearts, an ocean of tears, a long and rocky road to get here. But here he was, leaning in the door frame of the bedroom of the third love of his life. The girl that stole his heart so completely it sometimes overwhelmed him. He never knew it was possible to love someone so unconditionally and entirely that you'd burn the world down just for them, happily walk in to fire if it meant they'd be okay. She was his heart. She had every bit of it wrapped around her little finger.

His daughter. Lily Rose.

Five years old, smart as a whip. The cutest little bean he knew, but stubborn and passionate about everything even at such a tender age – mostly about ducks, she loved ducks the most. She could tell him the sky was green and he'd agree, if it made her smile. She had been the one, the one to finally settle the warrior. To tame him and bring him home. He'd give her the world on a silver plate if she asked for it.

"Alright, but Mr Ducks pretty tired, you should probably both go to bed." He muses, arms folded, as his little angel tries to avoid bed time. Mr Duck was a big cuddly soft toy that was almost the same size as she was, a Christmas gift a year ago from a certain Jill Valentine. It had started the duck obsession, now everything was ducks, from wallpaper to the print on her pajamas. Mr Duck liked to stay up late – Leon declared him a bad influence.

"He is not tired." His daughter pouts her argument.

"He is, he told me." Leon persists, a smile on his face.

"When?" She challenges.

"When you were in the bath.." he pushes away from the door and comes in to the room, re-enacting his conversation with the duck, exactly how it went. A big yawn, stretching his arms, so tired. She looks dubious. "C'mon, Lily-Bean." He chuckles, leaning down and scooping her up. She whines and he grabs Mr Duck too, one in each arm, he settles them down in her bed.

Lily yawns, clutching her cuddly friend, as he tucks them both in. "Told you you were tired." He says softly, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"Am not." More protests.

"Goodnight, sweetpea." He smiles softly, reaching over and switching on her duck themed nightlight, then getting back to his feet. He heads for the door and switches off the main light.

"Daddy.."

"Hm?" He looks back at her, holding the door in his hand.

"Does Mommy talk to you, in your dreams?"

He blinks, gazing back at her. A smile drifts across his face and he nods slightly. "Sometimes."

His little girl smiles back, clutching her duck. "Me too."

Kids. They could reach in to your heart and squeeze it, that was for sure.

"I miss her." Lily sighs.

He moves back to her side, kneeling down and resting his chin on his forearm, his other hand comes up and gently boops her nose. "Me too." He answers in kind. "But at least we get to see her when we go to sleep, right?" He says softly.

Lily nods.

"She loves you so much," he whispers, "so do I."

Her smile. He lived for that smile, and those three words she returns to him.

He places another kiss on her forehead and with a little ruffle of her hair, he gets up. Pulling the door up but not closing it completely, he takes a moment. Resting his hands on the rail of the landing walkway, lost in thought. It never got any easier, and one day she'd want answers he wouldn't know how to give. For now, she knew her Mommy was a hero, and an angel – watching over her forever.

"Everything okay?" His wife, the second love of his life emerges from their bedroom and comes over to him, resting her hand on his back.

"Yeah.." he sighs, giving her a smile and leaning in to kiss her. As he does, his hands slip around her waist and smooth over the rounded bump in her belly. She was seven months pregnant – the forth love of his life on his or her way soon. They'd decided not to find out what they were having ahead of time, there were precious few good surprises in the world. Why spoil one when you had the chance? "Just.. missing her Mom." He says quietly when their kiss breaks.

She understood. They might have been rivals. But she understood. She'd been there too – when it happened. His final mission, the last time he'd stepped foot in to a horror show doubling as a battle field. The day everything in his world changed for better and for worse. He lost the first love of his life, but he discovered he was a father. It was a day he would never, ever forget. Every second of it burned in to his memory, equal parts heartache and hope.

And unwavering, she'd stood by his side through it all. Through grief, through learning, through becoming the man he was now.

Claire Redfield and Ada Wong. The two women that had his heart – had fought over it, soothed it, fired it up, just plain stolen it.

If only he could have saved them both.