I DON'T OWN ANYTHING BUT THE PLOT!
Leon and Alicia drove through the night, but the next night they stopped at a hotel. After Alicia had gone to sleep, Leon made a phone call.
"Claire Redfield? Yeah, it's me, Leon. I need your help?"
"What's wrong?"
"I picked up a kid. She's who they sent me out to Oklahoma for. Well, and to shoot the crap out of anything that moves. Nine years old. Smart mouthed brunette female. How do I take care of her?"
"Send her to family."
"Doesn't have any. I said I'd take care of her. How do you take care of a kid?"
"It's not like they're animals Leon. Kids pretty much keep to themselves unless they're bored. They can entertain themselves usually. Obviously, she needs to eat at a normal human rate, not a Leon rate. She's nine; it can make her sick to eat as infrequently as you do. Other than that, she just needs normal people stuff. Are you sure about this though? Kids need a home, Leon. You can't stay on the road."
"I know."
"Plus she needs to go to school."
"I know."
"If you're sure…"
"I am."
"Then that's really all there is to it. Good luck."
"Thanks." He hung up the phone and went inside the room. Alicia was awake.
"Leon, I know you are on the road a lot, so you don't have to keep me. Or settle down. I can home school on the road if I need to. Whatever helps you out."
Leon smiled. "Thanks Alicia."
Alicia nodded and turned away to go to sleep. Leon kicked off his shoes and got into his own bed (standard two bed hotel room, for those of you confused.) and thought for a while. Home Schooling would be okay. But if he had to go somewhere dangerous…
He shook his head. He wasn't sure this was a good idea now. Then he thought of how easily she'd aimed that gun at him, without even blinking, and how even though it had upset her, she'd still shot that boy, and knew she'd be okay, no matter what.