It's been six years since Leon Kennedy and Claire Redfield have spoken or seen each other. Claire finds out about Spain and Ashley Graham. That doesn't make her very happy, nor does it please Sherry, Jill, and Chris. They all miss Leon, but they know he will never come back. Or, are they wrong? Does Leon trully give a damn about them?

Prologue: How She Found Out

July 16th

Dear Diary,

It has been six years since the horrible disaster in Raccoon City... And six years since I've even spoken to Leon Kennedy. My God! I don't think I've ever missed somebody as much as I miss that man! I just still can't believe that, after all that we had been through, he would just leave me like he did that Halloween Day six years earlier. At that moment, I hated him. But, each day, week, month, year that passed, that hate slowly turned into admiring, then into pure, passionate love. I loved Leon. I still do. I love him with every fiber of my stupid, ignorant, retarded thing I call a being!

Well... Actually, I saw him this morning. He was on the front cover of the News Paper. It was a column about how Leon rescued Ashley Graham, the presiden'ts daughter, from some religious cult group in Spain. And to think six years ago, he was just a junior police officer working for the R.P.D...

Psht. I'm one to talk. Here I am saying that he was nothing six years ago, yet I'm nothing now. At least Leon did something with his life. I did crap! I'm working in a low down, good for nothing, wage-bull shit of a resteraunt.

I bet Leon isn't even thinking about Sherry or me right now. He's probably off in President Graham's huge mansion, sitting in his room or where ever, making out with the president's daughter. Oooh. I don't want to be thinking about that right now.

Wait! That's all I've been thinking about for six years! Making out with Leon! Raaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh! What's wrong with me! Why can't I at least just stop thinking about him! He's doesn't give a damn about me anymore, but why do I still give a stupid damn about him!

I need to go to stop writing. I'm about to have a heartattack.

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Claire Redfield threw her diary to the nightstand next to her bed. She grabbed the remote from underneath her pillow and turned the tv in front of her on. It was the news channel.

"Miss Graham, do you have anything to say about your hero?" said a female reporter's voice.

Claire stopped breathing. "Oh my god," she whispered. It sounded like she was having an asthema attack.

"Well, for one, I just think Leon was brave for wasting all that time to find me. I certainly wouldn't have for some girl I didn't even know," came Ashley Graham's voice. "And... He's sweet. I don't think I have ever met someone like him. He's different from other men I've met. I mean, most of them just say what they think I want to hear. But, with Leon, the fact that I was the president's daughter didn't alter anything that he said or did."

"He certainly sounds like a wonderful person," the reporter answered. "I would love to meet him." She motioned for someone to step forward.

Ashley took a step back, a georgous smile on her face, her eyes set on the person walking forward.

Claire scrambled to the foot of her bed so that she was closer to the television.

Leon Scott Kennedy stepped forward into the view of the camera. Claire let out a cry and fell from her bed, her eyes never leaving the screen.

"Mr. Kennedy, here's a question that almost everybody has been wondering," the reporter began. "Why did you risk your life to save this girl?" She put a hand on Ashley's shoulder.

Claire saw Leon's jaw muscle tighten.

"Well, before Ashley got back from her college in Massachusetts, I was an agent in the Secret Service. The president was looking for someone to protect his daughter in case of something unseen would happen. For some reason, I don't know why, he chose me. So, when the president said that his daughter was kidnapped, I felt obligated to take on my duty and save her."

Claire felt tears coming to her eyes.

"I'm sure Miss Graham is very thankful for having you as a bodyguard," the reporter said, with a smile on her face.

Ashley grinned, threw her arms around Leon's neck, and kissed him on the cheek.

Claire let out a horrific scream of horror and turned the channel to something different. Another news channel.

She heard a reporter say, "Tonight, on News at 11, we'll talk to Leon Kennedy, the hero to one special girl, Ashley Graham."

Claire turned the channel again, and again, and again.

IT WAS ON EVERY CHANNEL!

"Raaaaahhh!" Claire screeched. She threw the remote at the wall and stormed out of her room. She ran down the hallway, tears still in her eyes. She finally stopped in front of a doorway.

She was about to open it, when the door was jerked open, showing the tear streaked face of Sherry -----.

"Claire, were you just watching the news?" she wailed, seeing the tears in Claire's eyes.

Claire nodded and threw her arms around Sherry sadly. The two girls cried in each other's arms for hours, talking about Leon and Ashley and Raccoon City. Pretty much everything that made them cry even harder.

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Chapter One: A Call from Chris

BRING-BRING-BRING!... BRING-BRING-BRING!

Claire hurried into the kitchen and grabbed the telephone from it's hook on the wall.

"Hello?" she said.

"Claire?" It was her brother, Chris Redfield.

"Oh. Hey, Chris.What's up?"

"Uh... Yeah. Claire, did you watch the news yesterday?"

Claire's grip around the phone tightened. "Yes. Why?"

"Because. Jill and me watched it too. We were wondering if you could come over real quick. We need you to know something."

Claire stopped. "What? Is something wrong? Is the baby okay? Is there something wrong with Jill?"

"No. Nothing like that," Chris interrupted his sister, knowing that she would have a nervous break down if he didn't stop her. "Can you just come over? It won't take long."

"Alright. But I can't bring Sherry. She's asleep and I don't want to wake her."

"That's okay. See ya in a bit?"

"Yeah. Bye."

"Bye." Claire hung up the phone, but didn't move from where she stood.

What did Chris want to tell Claire? If it wasn't about Jill or Aidan, then what could it be? Claire shook her head. It probably had something to do with Chris. Bu, why did Chris ask if she had watched the news? That was strange.

Claire poked her head out of the kitchen entryway. Sherry was asleep peacefully on the couch, her back to Claire and the front door. Claire pulled her head back in and leaned against the wall. Should she go? She had already said she would, so she had to.

Claire ran from the kitchen to the living room. She slipped on her denim jacket, grabbed her purse, and, locking the door behind her, she ran to her golden Mustang. She unlocked the doors and climbed inside. When she started the car, she glanced at the clock. It was only 7:21.

"What the hell is Chris doing up so early?" Claire whispered, pulling out of the driveway.

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Claire pressed on the breaks, stopping at a redlight. Against her will, the thought of Leon floated into her head. Her knuckles went white from the grip she had on the steering wheel. She felt anger and sadness rise up and explode within her like a balloon.

"Dammit! This is so ignorant!" she shouted.

It trully was ignorant... Well, in her head.