Fix You

~Chapter 2

Well folks, here's the second chapter! I managed to finish it after skipping my final class of the day today. See how much I love you all? So I hope it was worth it. I did my best on this one and hope its up to everyone's standards. I'd like to thank everyone for all their support, this would never have been done without it. So thank you all! I'd like to rant one more thing, if anyone has any requests or ideas they'd like to see in the chapters, feel free to let me know. Send me a review or a PM with your request. I'd be happy to do it. That's enough ranting~ enjoy!

Disclaimer: If I owned Capcom or Resident Evil I'd be set for life and wouldn't need to be in college.

"Okay," Deborah said as she placed a plate stacked full of blueberry pancakes on the table in front of her big sister. She smiled, "You can open your eyes now." She watched as Helena did as told, opening her eyes. "Ta-da!" Deborah exclaimed as she bounced a tad bit in excitement, her arms up in the air.

Helena took a big whiff of the pancakes that smelled heavenly and smiled, "Deborah, you cooked?" Deborah deadpanned and let her arms drop to the side. Helena chuckled and wrapped her arms around her sister's waist, pulling her close.

The younger brunette pouted a bit, secretly enjoying the embrace, before she smacked her atop the head lightly. She broke free of the hold and walked around the table, taking a seat across Helena. "I believe the correct phrase is 'Thank you Deborah for making me breakfast. You're the best sister in the whole world'" She smiled.

Helena knew that was her sister's way of telling her she was forgiven. Her chuckle continued as she looked into the same hazel eyes as her mother's. She gave a warm smile. "You are the best sister in the whole world."

Deborah bobbed her head in approval. "Thank you." Helena's warm smile changed into a small smirk. "I'm glad you didn't burn the kitchen or the house down." She laughed at her sister's priceless expression. Deborah stared back with a look of pure shock and disbelief. "I'm not that bad!" she exclaimed in defense. She then joined her sister in laughing.

Helena's laughter soon stopped as Deborah groaned, seemingly in pain. "Deborah?" Deborah shot out of her seat, holding her sides as she let out a pain filled groan. She dropped to her knees, her eyes shut tight. Helena was instantly at her side, "Deborah!" Her heart beat rapidly as she watched her sister writhe in pain, growing more and more terrified by the second. What was she supposed to do? She jumped back in shock as Deborah let out a blood curling scream just as her body erupted in flames.

Helena's eyes grew wide in fear as she let out an agonized cry, "Deborah!"

Helena awoke with a jolt, sitting upright and panting hard. She took quick heavy breaths, her heart beating rapidly with the thrum of each beat echoing in her ears. She was drenched in sweat and her entire body shook.

Her hand instinctively reached up to the necklace around her neck. She cradled it with all her might and continued to take deep breaths. Her eyes were shut tight. "Just a dream…" Helena whispered. "Just a dream…"

"Helena!" Deborah's voice echoed.

Helena stifled a sob and brought her hands up to her throbbing head, groaning. The pounding in her head was so strong, so fierce; it was as if Donkey Kong himself was inside going ape shit over a pair of bongo drums.

She sighed deeply, heaving at the extreme dryness in her mouth. She swallowed the lump in her throat as best she could with a cringe at the slight pain the action caused. She took one final deep breath and let it out slowly, seemingly calming down. She swallowed yet another lump as she fought the oncoming memories, opening her eyes once she was sure they had departed.

With another groan, Helena crawled out of bed and forced herself up to her feet, her legs wobbling a tad as they felt like jelly. Leaning against the wall for support, she glanced around the room finding herself in her bedroom. Her bedroom? That couldn't be right. How had she gotten in her bedroom? Had she not been in the bathroom last?

Helena blinked as faint memories of Leon taking her to her bedroom flashed through her mind. Had it actually happened or had it been wishful thinking? Helena groaned once again and held her head. All these questions of wonderment were beginning to hurt her brain.

With a slight balancing struggle, Helena picked up a large red t-shirt and slipped it on, uncaring whether it was clean or not. She looked at it seeing the logo for an auto parts store; it must have belonged to one of the random men she had slept with during the week.

With a quick shrug, she stumbled her way down the corridor and toward the bathroom. She needed an aspirin and pronto. As she reached her destination, she flicked the light switch on and recoiled with a grunt, the light stinging her eyes. She blinked and staggered toward the sink, opening the medicine cabinet. With a sigh, she grabbed the bottle and took two small white pills.

Closing the cabinet door, she gasped upon seeing Deborah's reflection standing behind her. Helena whipped around in a panic only to find no one there. She looked back to the mirror and saw nothing. Helena scanned the room, finding zilch. Had it been her imagination?

Helena shook her head and popped the pills into her mouth, pouring herself a glass of water. She drank it eagerly, feeling the cool liquid make its way down her throat, taking some of the dryness with it. When finished, Helena placed the glass down and slowly made her way out of the room.

With a hand on her head and another on the wall for support, she made her way down the hallway heading toward the kitchen. She had an unopened bottle of vodka with her name on it waiting for her somewhere in one of the cabinets. Her mouth watered just at the thought of it.

She stopped her trek as she came to Deborah's door. It had not been opened since that day, that horrible day. "Stay out of my life Helena!" Helena grimaced as she recalled Deborah storming off after saying that. She shook her head, willing the following memories away. It was still too early to remember and she had yet to have a drink. A deep sigh escaped her lips as she continued on, still holding onto the empty wall. She had taken down all pictures of herself and Deborah. Looking at them brought too much pain.

Upon entering the living room, Helena tripped on her own feet and fell face forward with a thud and a grunt. Taking a few seconds to recollect herself, she rolled herself onto her back and looked around in disbelief. The shutters were open; allowing enough light for her to see the whole place had been cleaned.

Helena sat up and scratched at her still aching and throbbing head, completely confused. What had happened? Had she actually cleaned up? She turned at the sound of a click and watched as the door swung open.

Leon entered the apartment and gasped as he found Helena on the floor. He placed the many shopping bags down on the ground and rushed to her side, kneeling on one knee. "Helena, are you alright?" He checked her for any injury as she let out a small groan.

Helena swatted his hands away. "I'm fine" She barked gruffly. Leon took hold of her arm and helped her up to her feet. "I'd ask how you're feeling but I think I have my answer" Leon said. He guided her to the sofa and sat her down.

Helena groaned and placed her head in her hands as Leon walked away. He closed the door and locked it, a cautionary action he had picked up during the years. "Do you want something for your headache?" he questioned as he picked up the bags and set them on the counter.

Helena leaned back into the sofa and sighed, shutting her eyes. "I already took something, just waiting for it to kick in." Leon nodded and began to place the groceries in their rightful place, glancing at Helena every so often. Her head was resting against the sofa as her body sank into it. "I'm sorry I wasn't here when you woke up." He said. I'm sorry I haven't been here. He thought. Helena waved him off and said nothing in regard to what he had said, instead saying, "Can you bring me the vodka? It's in one of the cabinets."

Leon let out a quiet sigh as he finished placing the groceries away. He took a bottle of water and approached her, "Have some water instead." He took her arm, his eyes quickly scanning it for any old or fresh cuts and scars, thankful when he saw none. He placed the bottle in her hand and sat down beside her.

"You didn't have to do all of this." Helena stated. Leon nodded. "I know." He watched as she placed the bottle on the floor. "I expect it to stay this way. Clean." He said. A small grin formed on Helena's lips as she let out a soft short chuckle. Leon was glad he was able to make her smile. It seemed a bit of the old Helena was still alive in there, somewhere.

His eyes glanced down to the shirt she wore, surprisingly loving the way it hugged her figure and paraded how big her breasts were. His eyes drifted down to see the width of her hips. Helena shifted her position and lifted one shapely long leg over the other.

Leon averted his eyes and forced his mind to think of other things, anything. He cleared his throat in a nervous manner as Helena placed her head in his lap, his heartbeat picking up. "Who does the shirt you're wearing belong to?" he blurted. Helena shrugged. "I don't know. Probably one of the men I slept with during the week."

That did it. Leon felt a sudden pang of hurt and jealously rise in the pit of his stomach. This was strange. He found himself saddened and unsure as to why that had happened. He seemed bothered. Had it been what Helena said? He shook his head. No. It must have been the fact she was letting herself be used in such a manner that bothered him, not that she had slept with other men. He blinked. Other men? What did that mean?

Helena's groan brought him out of his thoughts. He looked down to her and began to run his fingers through her slightly unkempt hair, massaging her scalp. Helena let out a sigh of content as a small smile formed on her lips. "That feels good."

She reached up and took one of his hands in hers. Leon smiled and crossed their fingers together, his free hand continuing its job. They remained in that position for a while, each enjoying the company of the other. Neither said a word for words needn't be said. It was something that happened between them from time to time. It just felt right.

Helena suddenly spoke, breaking the silence, "Where you with Ada?" Leon's fingers stopped their movement. He closed his eyes as a somber expression crossed his features. He knew this would be coming yet he was still not prepared for it. He had two choices. He could play it off or he could simply tell her the truth. But how he could he tell her that he had been with Ada after finishing a three day mission?

Helena took his silence as an affirmative yes. She frowned, feeling as if she'd been slapped across the face and stabbed in the back. He had been with her. He had been gone a week to be with Ada and knowing that broke her heart, completely shattered it. Helena closed her eyes, forcing back tears. Was it wrong to feel abandoned? To feel alone?

"I need a drink" she sighed. She removed herself from Leon's grasp and stood up. Leon couldn't help but frown at her sudden actions, he suddenly found himself missing her warmth. Missing her. He reached out and took her hand, looking up at her. He sighed as she broke free and made her way toward the kitchen, not once sparing him a glance.

"There isn't any more" he spoke up. "I threw it all out." Helena stopped in her tracks and turned to look at him in shock. "What?" Leon met her gaze. "You need help Helena." Helena shook her head and rushed to the kitchen. She threw all three sets of cabinet doors open and wildly rummaged through its contents of canned and packaged foods. "No… no…" she muttered, her eyes darting back and forth in a panic fury.

Leon stood and hurried to her side. "Helena, stop." He snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her back. Helena let out a frustrated cry as she struggled in his hold. "No!" She began to sob and dropped to her knees. "I need it!" she exclaimed. "Please, Leon. I need it." Leon was utterly heartbroken in seeing her this way, so broken… helpless… defeated.

He bent down to her level in front of her and pulled her close, embracing her. "No. You don't need it." Helena wrapped her arms around him, sobbing more and more. "I'm so alone." Leon shook his head. "You're not alone Helena. You have me." He pulled away and placed his hands on either of her cheeks. "Look at me."

Helena did as told, her vision blurring from the tears. "You're not alone. I'm here with you." Leon spoke softly. Helena nodded as she looked into his eyes, seeing the fire in them. He meant every word he said and that only made her fall for him even more.

Another sob escaped from her throat as Helena lowered her head. Leon scooped her up into his arms and walked back to the sofa. He sat down and held Helena close, his arms wrapped protectively around her. His role was to remain cool and collected, for his and Helena's sake. She needed someone to keep her grounded; someone to be her rock so to speak.

"Why are you doing this?" Helena questioned through sobs. Leon rested his head atop her head and let out a breath, his eyes closed. "Because… I… I care so much for you Helena. You grew on me. And I'm going to keep an eye on you, whether you like it or not."

Someone has too. He thought.

Helena looked at him. "Thank you." She moved closer, her face mere inches away and stopped before her lips brushed his. It took every fiber of her being but Helena instead placed a kiss on his cheek. With a quiet sigh she placed her head on his chest, taking in his musky scent. She closed her eyes and felt her body relax. Before she knew it, she slipped into a dreamless sleep.

Leon let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. He held her closer. Helena's little episode had frightened him, never having seen her in that manner before. It hadn't been her actions that scared him, well perhaps a bit. He would be lying if he said he been a bit scared. But what had scared him the most was seeing how dependent Helena had become toward alcohol. His realization of losing her at any moment, be it alcohol poisoning or something worse, shook him cold. He refused to lose her. He needed her as much as she needed him.

Ada then suddenly appeared into his mind. Of all the moments, why now? Perhaps his mind wanted him to the compare the two. But he couldn't. Helena meant the world to him but Ada… Ada was his everything. He couldn't simply put the two together, it was a mere impossibility.

He looked down to Helena as he felt her shift in his arms. She looked so at ease. It was incredible how she had gone from those hysterics to now looking so peaceful. He smiled a small smile. You beautiful broken soul. He thought.

A sudden chiming caught his attention. Leon looked up at the clock on the wall, the only thing on there, he noticed. It was 4pm. He had arrived at the apartment precisely at noon and had spent three hours cleaning the entire apartment and one hour shopping for much needed groceries.

He grimaced as he remembered the horrible putrid stench from the rotten and expired food he had found. It had been ghastly. He wondered at the time how Helena managed to live without eating then came to the conclusion that it must have been the alcohol. He looked down to her once again. She needs to eat. He mused. His stomach growled. Looks like she's not the only one.

He frowned, hating himself for having to wake up her after her barely falling asleep, but it was something that had to be done. He gently shook her. "Helena." It took a few tries before receiving an aggravated groan from her. "Let's get you dressed; we're going to get some food." He said. Helena responded with a groan once again.

Leon sighed, "Alright then. You made me do this." He scooped her up and traveled to the bathroom, thankful the door was open. He stopped in front of the shower. Using one hand and arm to hold onto her, he used his free hand to slide the shower curtain open then turned the shower head on. He waited for the warm water then placed Helena underneath.

Helena gasped at the first few droplets then squirmed as more and more followed, "Leon- what!" She shook her head and sputtered. Leon stepped away and placed her on her feet atop the small mat. Helena growled, "What the hell?!"

"It seemed like a good idea at the time. Finish up, we're going out" Leon said. Helena grumbled angrily as she slipped the shirt off. She threw it at Leon's face then stepped into the shower. Leon chuckled as he left the room. He took the shirt and threw it out, happy to be rid of it.

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