A/N: Hey, first and foremost I wish to apologize for my butchering of the English language, but I get in such a rush when I update that I forget to edit or I slip up big time. I also forgot I was doing chapter 10 and said Leon would be in 12, but he's in this one. Just about everyone is in this one though because I have been having some bad cases of writer's block so Leon has to share. I'll try to update more often, so I'm sooooooo sorry! My little, big-headed brother was on the computer every time I tried to update, personal issues with an ex who just realized he needs me when I decide to try and move on, and I just finished almost nine hours of lawn labor at our new home so please cut me some slack. Well, on to the chapter! P.S. It may suck a little cause I couldn't think of anything.
Disclaimer: I don't own RE, but this fic and Monette are MINE… yeah, I'm possessive, so what?
You will never know someone. Never know every detail, their feelings, their thoughts. Leon took this fact to heart. No one knew- well, his "friends"- never knew the truth about where he stood… or stands. His little "secret meetings" were happening more and more often now.
Tonight's meeting, however, would be possibly the most dangerous, for his contact's true intentions were constantly shrouded with wonder.
"Leon," came the smooth voice. Sometimes the voice made his heart flutter, other times it made his blood run cold. Tonight, it was the latter. Turning around, he saw her. She wore a black trench coat, and a lamp on one of the alley's buildings shed a little light on her.
If this were any other time, he'd laugh at the cheesy setting. He felt like he was in an old spy movie.
"Ada." Face to face with deceit itself can be an unearthly time. There was love in their eyes, somewhere, but not tonight.
"What did you want?"
"Your help," he replied, not beating around the bush. She laughed at him and his request, but couldn't break him down like she wanted to.
"This is all so cliché Leon! But you asking for my help. Now that is novel." Her laughter soon died, and her smile faded with the knowledge that he didn't even see her as the woman he had fallen for. Instead, tonight was about Claire. The look on his face was like that of a stubborn man's. Obviously he wasn't giving up.
"Ok," she gave in. "What do you need me to do?"
"Keep an eye on Wesker, go back to work for him."
"I can't."
"Why?" he asked, sounding fed up. Was this Leon? No, this was Leon in love. Could he love Claire, or was Ada's stubbornness what had him so heated?
"Wesker hasn't called me back to work. He doesn't trust me." The last bit seemed like it hurt her to admit it. "He shouldn't trust me."
"Your loyalty to HCF is not of my concern Ada. I need you to go back. Stop Wesker-"
"I know this isn't just about Claire!" Ada surprised him. Her cool exterior had broken with the creases of a frown. "This is for Spencer huh? Your debt?" He said nothing, for nothing needed to be said. Ada's question was the answer.
"Ada, please." Leon never really realized how much Ada changed around him. Her words were chosen carefully, and to lessen the time spent she was nasty, even her face mocking. She gave a sigh of surrender.
"Fine, Leon. I'll do it."
"Really?"
"Yes. Even though we're on the same side, I think that the Organization and the crumbling Umbrella will make a great team against Wesker and his wannabe Umbrella." A slight smile crossed her face, and Leon saw it, giving him reason to do the same.
"Thank you Ada."
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"Where are they?" asked an impatient Chris. He switched feet restlessly and folded and unfolded his arms.
"Chris, calm down," warned Jill. His eyes searched the airport restlessly for his old friends. "Wait, is that them?" Jill stood on her tip toes and pointed. A minute later that saw Rebecca and a man heading towards them.
"Chris!" cried Rebecca, a huge smile on her face. The man gave a nod of acknowledgement.
"I'm Billy." Billy felt a bit of nervousness, these were cops. The risk of coming though was high, but these guys needed all the help they could get. "Let's get outta here." They all agreed, realizing that Billy could be seen.
"Where's Leon?" asked Rebecca.
"Who the hell's Leon?" Billy raised a brow and looked down to Rebecca, hoping she could fill in the blanks for him. He didn't know every detail about S.T.A.R.S. or Raccoon City, just that the forest was his temporary prison. Maybe now he would know everything necessary, and maybe they'd know what Rebecca felt hesitant about telling them.
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They hadn't gone yet, instead Claire watched Wesker pop in a videotape. Claire had repeatedly asked what happened to Monette, so before they left, he showed her.
"I'll be back when you're done," he announced, and left, closing the door. Claire stared at the blue screen on the TV. Did she dare look at it? Well, she did want to know. She assumed Wesker stood outside the door listening, not wanting to see it again, for she heard no footsteps.
"Ok," she said to herself, and pressed Play. She saw the date, 7/21/98: the same date of the Spencer Estate incident. The TV then showed two feet.
"In a few months, I won't be able to see 'em," said a voice. Monette's voice. Claire pulled a chair close to the TV, and sat in it. "Hmmm… Where's my husband? Albert! ¿Donde estas?" A few seconds later a very tired looking Wesker trudged into the room Claire assumed was the living room. It looked a lot better than how he described his apartment in New York. This must have been his house.
"Hola baby," said Monette. "¿Como estas?"
"Turn off the damn camera," he ordered. He wasn't sounding mean, just cranky. His eyes were blue and his blonde hair looked a bit disheveled. "You're the perkiest pregnant woman I know." The camera followed Wesker to a couch, which he plopped down on.
Letting out a yawn, he stretched. Monette neared him and sat beside him. After turning the camera around, Monette smiled into the lens, causing Claire to do the same.
"He just hasn't had his coffee," she whispered.
"Shut up," he said.
"No, you shut up," she retorted. "I'll kill you dude!" They seemed so happy, even happier as Wesker grabbed her face and gently kissed her.
"I love you," he breathed.
"I love you too." The camera went off, only to come back on a few seconds later. The camera was on Monette, her face just as happy as before, but her hair was a little messed up. "Wesker is at work and he's just received mail from Umbrella. Let's read it, since he told me I could read any of their official mail." Monette looked down and cleared her throat dramatically, readying to read the letter.
We hope you are satisfied with the payment given. For the good of this company we believe Dr. William Birkin is no longer trustworthy and have decided to take action. The decision to exterminate Dr. Birkin is what we believe to be a wise one. A bright mind he has, but it is one-track. The Dr. shouldn't be hard to find once the chaos breaks out. Tell your group to keep a look out for him; any opportunity to exterminate him will be good enough.
Thank you for your services Alex Whistler
"Who the hell is…" Her face became pale and she seemed like she was about to hyperventilate. "Oh God. Thi- this is for someone else. Birkin…" Ding-dong. The doorbell. She set down the camera facing the door and went to open it. As soon as that door opened, it closed and a man along with Monette went to the floor. The camera only captured her screams, and that's when Claire saw Wesker reaching for the Stop button. The screen went blue, and Claire's eyes were wide.
"Came home that night," came Wesker's voice, invading her ears. "Gaping hole in my gut, barely healed. They were taking her away on a stretcher, I knew we'd lost another baby, and that I'd lost her." His back was still to her, his gloved hand still rested upon the VCR. "I had her transferred and made headlines: 'Albert Wesker's Secret Wife in Coma.' That letter sealed her fate-our fate. At least she put up a fight, which you didn't get to see. We were supposed to leave town. Just leave town."
Now-cold tears ran over the sides of Claire's hands that were clasped together, and the thought of family came to mind. Everyone and everything was falling apart. Who could take any of this? Who?
A/N: I know it was like the worst chapter I've ever done, but the next one will be sooooooo much better… I hope. Cause we have freakin' GEE testing coming up Monday. That really sucks, but oh well, I have goals! Pass the GEE and do better chapters! Love ya'll, so review!