Disclaimer: I don't own Capcom, Resident Evil or Leon (although I wish I did). Also, don't own the Beatles… although I wish I owned them too because I'm in love with Paul!

A/N: Okay, here's the sequel! I'm not done with it at this point but it's getting better. And I promise to make the chapters a bit longer. I apologize for that regarding The Devil's Playground but I felt that the story hindered on how I broke it up. Enjoy and please R/R! And also, as I always say, I hope Steve's happy dead and I wish Ada would fall in a hole and be eaten by spiders or something. A girl can dream.

"What is your worst fear Leon?"

"Go to hell."

"Won't help. I still want to know what your worst fear is."

"Why?"

"I'm curious. But it is okay. I can guess what you're afraid of. Losing your precious Claire, right?" a pause. "I'm going to kill her Leon. Right before your eyes."

"Shut up."

"Slit her throat…."

"Shut up, shut up, shut up."

"Stab her in that cute little stomach of hers, take pleasure in making you watch."

"Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!"

"SHUT UP!"

The scream echoed off of the walls of Leon S. Kennedy's room. The door flew open and a figure entered. The lights turned on, hot and bright.

"Kennedy, talk to me!"

"Don't let her hurt Claire." Leon rambled; sweat pouring out of his body. "God, don't let her hurt Claire."

"Claire's safe, Leon." A man said soothingly. "Look at me. Look at me."

Kennedy fixed his wild eyes on the speaker. "Carlos." He put his hand on the other man's shoulder and squeezed it. "Bad dream, man. Bad dream."

"Yo se, I know." Carlos eased Leon back into bed. "Just relax. Becca's gonna fix you right up. Just – just relax."

Rebecca Chambers had silently slipped into the room. In her hands was a sedative, which she injected into Kennedy's muscular upper arm. Leon's eye lips fluttered almost instantaneously before he fell back asleep. Becca and Carlos exchanged glances as they exited the room.

As soon as Carlos had closed the door, Becca turned to him. "His fever is getting worse. I don't know what else to do."

"Don't worry, chica. You're the best doc I know. No necesitas preocupar." Olivera smiled.

Becca glared. "I wish you'd just speak English sometimes. Your jargon gives me a headache."

Carlos shook his head and grinned as he turned to leave. Chambers watched him go. She then spun on her heel and made the quick trip to her laboratory. It was a small room, but well equipped. Medical supplies lined the walls, nestled on wooden shelves. A few cabinets were scattered about. Most of them contained bandages while one was dedicated to Becca's experiments.

The center of the room was one large mettle table, covered with paper work, centrifuges, microscopes, and test tube racks. A cot was set up in the corner of the room. Becca made her way to it and plopped down. The young scientist had been up twenty eight hours; she deserved a couple of minutes of

"Becca!"

"Oh well," Chambers sighed as she stood up. She hadn't even noticed the newcomer. "Hey Chris, what's up?"

"It's Leon." Chris Redfield swallowed slowly, "It's Leon."

Stay tuned for the next chapter. Should be up within the week!