Sometimes they Come Back
by diddly day
Chapter: Five
Disclaimer: I owe nothing. Zip, nada, zero.
Don't fall asleep, don't fall asleep.
Claire wouldn't be able to stay awake for ever, but she could stay awake now. Even though she was so exremely tired. The sound of Leon's soft snoring, no, more purring, didn't help either. She loved his snore. It lulled her to sleep on harsh nights when wicked memories seemed to take over. But right now it was the last thing she needed. She knew that her chance of having another nightmare was great, and she didn't want to freak everyone out by having a panic-attack on an airplane.
Just the thought of her dream the other night made her shiver. Usually, she was able to move on and forget. Still, this one seemed to be locked in her brain. The image of him still sent chills up her spine. And who was that mysterious person who so savagely took his life?
The worst part, is that her nightmare was so real. She had never had one that tangible before. She had honestly thought that he had died. That he was gone, forever, she would never feel his touch, or hear his voice. Never see his smile, never be able to mother his children.
She was crying over him when she heard his voice. At first, she thought that God had heard her prayers for death, and that she was dead. Except, she could feel Leon's hot breath on her ear. She was being rocked back and forth, his warm body against hers. When she opened her eyes, she saw him. No blood, no shards of bone. Just him.
His beautiful face, gorgeous blue eyes staring deep into hers. She saw his mouth form her name, as he did in her dream, and for a second, she wondered if he was really there. Closing her eyes, she rested her head on the bed board, trying to gather her thoughts. But then she felt his warm lips caressing her shoulder. She new he was real, and that all the events that had been presented up that moment had been a dream. Before she could help herself, she was grazing her lips over his as if her kisses could prevent any tragedies. She needed him. She craved him.
She was snapped out of her thoughts his head came falling down onto her shoulder. The crash alone must have been enough to wake him, because as soon as Leon's head hit her, it came popping back up in such surprise that it made Claire giggle. He looked around at his surroundings, his eyes passing and taking in everything they held. Finally, his eyes found her.
"It's me, Claire," she stretched out her words in a teasing tone. He rubbed his face.
"I thought we were home. I was trying to figure out where we were."
"Airplane," she stretched out once more in the same tone. Leon just smiled and snorted at her sarcasm.
"You okay? You look a little sick." Leon reached out and rubbed her leg.
"I was just thinking," she said, breathing out the words. At that moment Leon looked around the
plane at everyone.
"We're the only one's awake."
"That means we can do whatever we want." Leon smiled at Claire's sly voice.
"Oh, Claire Kennedy, what are you implying?" Leon lowered his voice, matching her tone. Claire seductively slid her hand up his chest and wrapped it around his neck.
"Whatever you want baby," she purred.
Her voice sounded almost as husky as Ada's. He tilted over and began to leave a sloppy trail of wet kisses down her neck. At that moment, Rebecca seemed to mumble and shift in her sleep.
"We should stop. My husband might wake up," Claire joked. She felt so loose at the moment.
Leon chuckled and brought his head up to meet hers.
"Well," he kissed her lips, "We'll just have to make sure he doesn't wake up," Leon played along
as he leaned in for another kiss.
"Mmm, you don't know my husband. He's a light sleeper. But he snores like a pig."
His head jerked up.
"What?" Claire giggled once again at his reaction.
"But you can't compete with him. He's smart and sexy." He went in once more for her neck and jaw bone. She continued talking. "He's sweet, and boy, what a lover."
She could feel the burst of his laughter against her skin and it sent a sweet sensation of thrills through her.
"Sounds like a winner," he mumbled just before his lips found hers. With each second that passed he deepened his kiss. She slid her arms around him, in an effort to pull him closer. Soon he came up for air.
"Do I really snore like a pig?" he rased his eyebrow at her, in hopes that she might tell him wrong.
"No, but you eat like one."
She pecked him on the lips quickly.
"No argument there," he admitted. Leon pulled back and rested in his seat. He took both of his hands, and grabbed Claire's, rubbing her fingers. "Are you gonna give me kids?"
Claire's head snapped up.
"Where did that come from?"
"I'm not talking about any time soon, I'm just saying, I want to be a father."
He fidgeted with her wedding ring. He did that a lot. It was a habit that she secretly loved. She would sometimes wake up in the night and feel his hand tugging at hers. Staring at it, as if he couldn't believe that it was one her finger.
"Ya know, when I met Sherry, I felt this passion to want to protect her. I felt such love, as I still do for her. I loved looking out for her. And if I love Sherry that much, when she isn't even mine, then I can't imagine the love that I would feel with a child that we made together. Of course I'll give you children." She paused and looked up at him. "Just not right now."
"I agree, we've been married for six months, I want you to myself for a while. I was just curious."
"What are you two droning about?" Rebecca's sleepy eyes opened and stared at her.
"Nothing important," Claire lied, giving Leon a wink.
I I I
"We are here!" Carlos shouted as they got off the plane. Everyone stared at the Mansion that sat on the hill from the landing point. The Alps. Who would have thought that they'd be staying up there?
"I hate Mansions," Chris mumbled. He pulled his jacket around him tight. Snow filled his boots as he walked up to Ada.
"We're staying up there." She pointed to the Mansion. "Wesker won't be able to detect us from up here."
"Hey, where did your jet go Ada?" asked Claire looking around. Ada looked at Claire shortly and then turned back around again as she answered.
"My pilot has other work to do, he shot out of here as soon as my luggage hit the ground."
Everyone seemed satisfied with that.
"Jill give this money to our pilot," Chris said handing to her.
"He only speaks Italian! Have Carlos do it."
"He speaks Spanish."
"Close enough," Jill muttered handing him back the money.
"He also speaks French," Ada stated.
"Hey Claire, we need your help!" Leon shouted as he grabbed her hand and the money from Jill and proceeded to drag her over to the pilot.
Claire handed him the money and said a few words that the group was familiar with. The pilot smiled and replied back to her so fast that it made Leon's head spin.
"What did he say?" he asked.
"He said that Leon and Claire are both French names. We were meant to be."
"Ooo! I didn't know you spoke French Claire," Rebecca giggled.
"Of course! You think that this beautiful head holds nothing inside?" Chris said wrapping an arm around his sister.
"Chris, please," Claire said hiding her blushing face.
"Well then, lets go unpack!" Sherry shouted.
I I I
It looked like something out of a Stephen King novel. At least that's what it looked like to Leon.
Perfect, but almost too perfect. Like the Mansion was hiding something. He shook the thought out of his mind and sat down on the couch. He and Claire had picked a cozy room upstairs, with everyone just down the hall incase of an emergency.
"E gad look at the snow!" Jill stood in front of the window, staring at the falling snow. "I always heard that it snowed a whole bunch up here, now I can say it's true."
"Of course. Did you know that the Caesar of Rome was the only king of his kind to get ice-water back then?" Leon felt as if he was giving a lecture. Claire turned and looked at him.
"Really? How's that?" She folded her arms across her chest, which told Leon that she was interested.
"He used to have his best marathon runners run up these mountains every morning and chisel off a big hunk of ice. They would run back down with it and by the time they got back to Caesar, it would be this small piece of ice, they'd just stick that piece in his water and he'd drink it. Pretty cool huh?"
Claire smiled and let out a soft chuckle.
"Oh man! You're a freakin' dork!" Carlos said as though he had just discovered this information.
"Man, you sound more like my high school history teacher, than a cop," Barry said slapping Leon on the shoulder.
"Yes, I just learned that I could sleep with my eyes open," Carlos teased, which won a snicker from both Rebecca and Jill.
"Don't listen to them honey." Claire kissed his cheek. "I enjoyed it."
"Yeah, Carlos, quit being a smart ass."
Carlos rolled his eyes at Leon's comment. Ada turned and began to pace around the hall. Claire eyeballed her as she, herself,started to walk up the staircase.
"Where are you going?" Leon asked her she stopped and looked down at him standing on the floor.
"I'm going to check this place out," Claire replied.
"Yeah!" Sherry shouted. "This place seems cool enough to check out. I'm gonna head up stairs, ya know, see what's up there."
As she ran off, Claire heard her say the word "dumbwaiter." Claire jerked her head at Sherry's running form.
"Don't take a ride in one of those things. You could get stuck!" Claire shouted after her. "Speaking from experience," She added when Sherry was out of earshot. Leon laughed a bit at her.
"Well, I'll go look around with you," Leon said as he walked up to meet her on the stairs. He turned around and threw a last look at Ada, who was now, lying on the couch.
"Good, I wouldn't want to get lost all by myself." Claire started to walk up the winding staircase, leading the way.
"Lets just hope you don't get stuck in the dumbwaiter like you did when you were six," Leon laughed, teasing her about the stories she had told him.
They turned and walked into a long corridor that seemed to stretch for miles. The light was dim, and the air smelled of dust. Leon remembered the smell from when he was a boy, playing in his grandfathers attic. It was so thick that when he breathed, he could taste the bits of dust falling lightly on his tongue. He inhaled, then sputtering as the small particles stuck in his lungs. He could then feel Claire's hand smacking his back.
"Breathe," she said behind him. He then felt the dust tickling his nose. All he could do to reply to Claire was give a deep, loud sneeze. When he looked up, he could see her face, it looked terrified.
"What's wrong?" he asked. She looked at her surroundings. Her eyes grew wide as she seemed to drink in her atmosphere.
"This looks just like-"
Then, without warning, she started to walk backwards, but she didn't get far. He saw her foot tangle in the sheet that was draped over one of the tables. She fell backwards, landing flat on her back. Leon found himself by her side in less then an instant.
"Claire! Are you okay?" He knelt down next to her. She nodded and started to sit up.
"I'm fine. I'm fine."
"How's your rib?" He reached out and softly pressed on her rib. She winced. He pulled it back quickly.
"It's okay. It's just a little sore. I don't think the fall did anything."
Without thinking, Leon enfolded his arm around her chest, and the other around her back. Pulling her up, she grabbed his arms.
Quickly composing herself, she dusted off her jeans and took in a deep, but shaky breath. Her hand reached out and brushed her bangs out of her face while giving Leon a grateful smile. But he kept staring at her. He knew something was wrong. She never acted that freaked out. Feeling his gaze hooked on her, she tried to walk away, but he just kept starting.
"What were you saying? Before you fell?" Ask Leon suddenly. She timidly faced him, then shaking her head, he put a hand over her face.
"It's no big deal. This hall just reminds me of the Ashford Mansion."
Leon racked his brain. Where had he heard that name before? He had a feeling that Claire wasn't being completely honest with him, but he knew not to press her. When she wanted to tell him something, she would.
They continued down the corridor until they reached a side door. Leon shot Claire a look that seemed to say "Do we dare?" In return, Claire gave a "We dare" Smile.
Slowly, he reached out and grabbed the long handle, giving it a twist, the door popped open, having the withered door thud and it skidded across the ground. The darkness of the room seemed to summon them, and yet at the same time, chill them to the bone. Blindly, Leon reached out as his hand searched for a light switch. Finding it, light filled the room with a click. The light revealed the room to be, what looked like, a master bedroom.
"Look what we have here," Claire said as she and him stepped in.
The two seemed to explore the room. Filled with antiques and paintings. Claire's gaze seemed to be fixed on one of a man, with blond hair. His face seemed to pose hate. Leon moved over to the bed pressed down on it with the palms of his hand.
"Nice bed, plenty of room for movement."
Claire shifted her gaze to him, shooting him a cunning stare. A small smile playing on her lips. She then observed the painting again.
"Hey look, the guy's eyes seem to follow me wherever I go." He watched her as she walked back and forth, side to side. All the while, her eyes fixed upon the painting. Leon chuckled at her goofiness.
"I think it's creepy."
Leon then turned and paced up to the closet. It was a walk in. Leon hadn't seen one of these since he was a kid. He used to think that a monster lived in his. His hands pressed against the sides.
"What's this?" The sound of Claire's voice made him jump ever so slightly. "Oh, a walk in closet. My old bedroom had one of these."
"Yeah, I used to have one as well." His fingers drummed along the walls, then he knocked on one of them. The sound echoed somewhere behind the wall.
"What is it?"
"I think there's a room back here," he said once more. This time pounding on the walls.
"Do you think it's another bedroom?" Claire asked.
"No, there shouldn't be. This is the last door in the hall."
At his answer, Claire joined him on his pounding. He was right. There was defiantly something back there.
"What are you two doing?" Leon and Claire both practically jumped out of their skin.
Their heads whisked around so fast that Leon was sure that he would get whiplash. There stood Sherry, her eyebrow raised. The look on her face told him that she thought they had lost their minds.
"We were just. . .looking," Claire said causally
"Pounding," Leon retorted, stating the obvious.
"Whatever," Sherry snorted. "Come on, it's time for dinner. Everyone was telling me to look for you. 'Just follow the noise.' they said."
"Come on," Claire whispered, grabbing Leon's hand and followed Sherry out of the room. Leon threw another look at the wall before leaving.
I I I
"Well, I'm going to turn in. It's been a long day. I say we meet down here first thing in the morning and decide what we are going to do about Wesker." Chris stood from the table. "Night."
"I say we should all turn in early," Claire said as she too stood from the table. She started to clear away the dishes when Barry grabbed her hand.
"It's my turn to do dishes. Go to bed." Claire almost protested but saw Leon about ready to fall in his soup. They both got up and headed up the stairs to their bedroom.
They had just reached to top, when Claire turned to head to their room. Leon reached out gently and grabbed her shoulder. She turned to face him.
"Hey, I'm gonna use the restroom really quick. Wait for me Okay?" He leaned in and gave her a light kiss.
"Okay."
He slid his hand from her shoulder all the way down to her hand, and then lightly grasping it until he started to walk away. She watched him until the darkness of the hall swallowed him. Shaking her head, she began to walk to her room.
As she entered it, she almost tripped on the rug, which sent her stumbling a few feet into her room. A bed never looked so good. The only time she could think that when it was as inviting as this was when she had returned from the hell hole that was Raccoon. She walked to her suitcase, getting ready to undress, when a white peace of paper caught her eye. It was resting on her pillow, folded and calling to her. Her interest growing, she walked over to see what it said.
Picking it up, she examined it. A plane white card, nothing on the front, or on the back. She opened it only to find it read simply:
Trade you.
Eyes glued to the card, her eyes wandered to her pillow. Confused by what it meant. Then the idea hit her. She twittered has her hand reached up and lifted her pillow. A wave of shock seemed to flow its way through her body.
Her heart pupped ice as the air in her luges stopped as she stared down at the pair of golden lugers.
To be continued. . .
A/N: For those who don't get it. Steve said he would trade Claire his golden lugers for something fully automatic. Get it? Okay! Sorry if you guys thought this chapter was boring. I like to call this a "stall" chapter. A chapter that I go through to get to better stuff. There might be a few of these. But by looking at what I have planned, it looks like this is going to be a long story. Thanks to all who reviewed.
tre0220: Yes, you are an excellent poet. But last time I read them, I wasn't logged in. And I didn't want to review if I wasn't logged in. So I'll do it next time I am. Was this chapter what you had expected? I think Leon is everyone's knight in shining armor. If I get the chance, I will AIM you. You can email me if you'd like too. I don't mind that. I'll be happy with anything thatisn't junk mail. I was touched when you told me that you look forward to this story. No, no, I should be thanking you. You give such awesome comments. Thank you.
Saunce: Yeah, a duel between Leon and Claire, Steve and Ada would be cool. I know your heart bleeds for Steve, it's cool. Remember, things aren't always as they seem. Nexxus is the company that Wesker is working for. I think Ada explained it in the 3rd chapter, was it? She was kinda going on, so you might have missed it. I've read a few of the books. But not all of them.(It's on my to do list) I happy you like the plot so far. This chapter wasn't that great, but oh well, I have much more planned. Thank you so much for your great comments. I gotta tell you, yours can always make my day. Thanks!
Zil: Hey I read your latest story, It was way cool. I hope you continue. Thanks for the review. It's always cool to know that you guys want more. I thank you tons!
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REM: Yep, Ada's a baddy. . .Or is she? Just kidding, I'll try not to fake you out. As for Claire nightmare, I won't say much, But I'll tell you that I do love to foreshadow. Thanks a bunch for the review!
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Girl:It looks like Tifa Redfield, and she's beating the shit out of Ada!
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