Fix You

So sorry for not uploading this chapter soon! I had one of the most frustrating weeks of my life. I kept getting busy and distracted, I couldn't write a single word! When I finally was able to, I kept trying to go in one direction and ended up going another. Do forgive me if this chapter is no good. I tried through the frustration. A special thanks to TechnoGecko1826 for this idea, thought it wasn't exactly as she suggested. Sorry about that! Anyhow, hope you enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: What part of I don't own Capcom or Resident Evil is not understandable?

~Chapter 3

It was now night, the sun having set an hour ago. It had taken two hours for Helena to be 'convinced' to eat out. Of course by convinced, it was meant that it had taken that long for Helena to give in to Leon.

The drive was silent with high levels of tension. Leon glanced at Helena who had been quiet since setting foot into the black Cadillac Escalade. Her arms were crossed across her chest. She sat, rigid with one leg crossed over the other. If her posture didn't give away the impression she was angry the deep scowl on her face sure did.

He sighed and turned his attention back to the road. He felt he should say something. But what? What could he possibly say? The stiffness between them was just so… awkward. The silence was so deafening it was almost torturous.

Leon turned at the sound of a light creak to see Helena shifting, sinking more into the leather seat. He cleared his throat and spoke, breaking the silence. "I'm sorry Helena. What I did was completely uncalled for." He said, referring to the incident of the shower.

Helena let out a humorless snort. "You got that right." She was not only angry about that, but she was just plain angry and not in the mood for anything, especially going out into the world. She wanted to stay indoors, locked in her apartment.

She reached down to the tight fitting skirt she wore and pulled at it with a grunt, "Stupid thing." Leon glanced down to the red skirt, his eyes drifting to her legs for a split second. He shook his head slightly and shifted his gaze back up to the road. "Why did you put it on?"

Helena growled in frustration. "Because it was the only clothing I had since someone took all of my clothes and forgot to bring them back." Leon caught on to the emphasis and bobbed his head, taking responsibility of having forgotten to unload the laundry basket from the trunk of his SUV, which he hadn't told Helena of. He cleared his throat again, "Fair enough."

Helena groaned in disgust. "Ugh. I look like a cheap hooker." She pulled at the black tube top she wore and glared at the blond as he let a chuckle escape his lips. "Oh, is this funny to you?!"

"You do not look like a hooker Helena. You look good. You're just agitated. It's part of the alcohol withdrawal. You've gone a few hours without drinking; your body is just starting to feel the effects of that." Leon elucidated.

"Well, aren't you the expert" Helena shot. She sighed. "Whatever. I need a drink." Leon took her hand, noticing it was shaking, which was another symptom of alcohol withdrawal. "No. You're doing well." He gave her hand a light squeeze.

He knew the next few days we're going to be difficult. Alcohol withdrawal was no easy thing to go through. He frowned slightly as he remembered the symptoms he had suffered during his period of withdrawal; agitation, anxiety, anger, depression, terrible headaches, insomnia, restlessness, and the occasional outburst.

It had been challenging but he had made it through. And now it was Helena's turn. It did not exactly mean she would experience the same exact symptoms, anger clearly being one of the many, but whatever else she happened to experience Leon would be there every step of the way.

Helena fidgeted in her seat, the leather squeaking more. "You're okay Helena" Leon said, squeezing her hand more. Helena sighed and looked out the window. Her blood boiled and her body ached as it screamed for a drop of alcohol.

But that wasn't all that was screaming at her. As she looked around the vehicle the entire atmosphere of it screamed Ada and for the lack of a better word it was pissing her off. She hardly felt Leon's touch, hardly heard his words. All she could think, all she could smell, all she could feel, was Ada.

The perfume she remembered briefly smelling on her during the battle with Deborah under the cathedral lingered in the air. She could smell it clear as day. It was a flirty little tease of a fragrance, fruity and floral all at the same time. She could feel her presence once present in the very seat she currently occupied.

"Don't tell me you're still crying?" Ada's word's echoed.

Helena scowled deeply as she fumed. Why hadn't she pulled the trigger when she had the opportunity? Oh the satisfaction that would have brought her.

"Helena."

Helena blinked, coming to. She glanced at the empty driver's seat. Where had Leon gone?

"Helena." Leon shook her once again. Helena followed the sound of his voice and turned to her right. "What?" Leon stepped back and held the door open. "We're here." Helena looked around, now realizing they were in the middle of the Applebee's parking lot. How long had she been lost in her thoughts? She sighed and stepped out of the vehicle.

Once inside the restaurant, Helena paid no attention to the people or to her surroundings. She wrapped her arms around herself as she followed behind Leon, keeping her gaze down. The young blond petite waitress led the way to a table by the back of the restaurant near a window. "Would you like anything to drink?" she questioned as Leon and Helena took their seats across from each other. She kept her blue eyes locked on Leon, finding it hard to believe such an Adonis existed.

"Apple Martini" Helena immediately ordered as she attempted to get comfortable. She turned her head and looked out the window, gazing up at the night sky. Leon sighed in slight agitation and shook his head. "Just bring us two cokes, please." The waitress nodded and left.

Leon kept his eyes on Helena, she seemed… tense... edgy. He really needed to find a way to help her relax. He watched as she jumped back a bit as if something had frightened her. He reached across the table and took her hand in his. "You okay?" he questioned. His voice full of worry and face showered with concern.

Helena turned to look at him, avoiding his eyes, and nodded. "I'm fine." She shifted in her seat and let out a frustrated sigh. "Why are we here? I told you I didn't want to go out. It's too noisy and bright."

Leon looked around. A few patrons were dining here and there, hardly making any disturbing noise. The light coming from the lamp hanging above them was perfect. Leon knew she was trying to pick a fight yet again. He took a breath and let it out; patience. That was all he needed. "Helena, we've been through this. You need to eat, myself included. Just… please, try to relax."

The two reacted to a sudden ringing, both reaching for their phones. Helena sighed as she realized she had left it behind. She watched as Leon pulled his out from his pocket. He took one look at the screen and stood up. "I'll be right back." He lifted the phone to his ear as he walked away, exiting the building.

Helena sighed and lowered her gaze to the floor. Had she really seen Deborah just now? She recalled seeing her sister's face flash before her in the window with a mocking smile. It had frightened her to no end. She lifted her head up at the sound of a chuckle. Her eyes widened in terror as she came face to face with Deborah.

The girl dressed in the same torn blue nightie she had been found in, now occupied Leon's seat. Helena shook her head. "Y-you're not real." Her voice quivered. Deborah grinned. "I'm as real as you want me to be, as real as you make me to be." Helena shut her eyes. "No."

"I bet he's talking to Ada."

Helena opened her eyes and followed Deborah's gaze, her eyes landing on Leon's back for it faced the building. She sighed and looked away, "So what." Deborah laughed. "You'll never have him. He belongs to her." Helena shook her head. "I don't care."

"Oh but you do. Admit it Helena."

Helena groaned and placed her hands over her ears. "Stop it." Deborah shook her head in disappointment. "My god you're pathetic." Helena glared daggers at her. "Shut up." She closed her eyes and shook her head. Deborah laughed harder and spoke in a mocking tone. "Did I strike a nerve? You know, I don't blame him for leaving your ass to be with Ada. She's more of a woman than you are."

Helena growled and shouted. "Can't you just leave me alone?!"

"Miss?"

Helena opened her eyes to find the waitress and a few other patrons starting at her with shocked and confused expressions. She panted and looked to the seat in front of her to find it empty, as if Deborah had never been there. She looked up to the waitress. "Did you see her?" she questioned.

The waitress was just as confused. "See who?" Helena shook her head and forced her pounding heart to slow, "No one. Never mind. I'm sorry." The waitress placed the sodas down on the table and left without another word. Helena let out an aggravated sigh and placed her head on the table. What was wrong with her?

Leon slipped the phone into his pocket as he entered the restaurant. He looked around, sensing the tension in the air, and grew confused as he heard murmurs all around. His confusion was replaced as he grew antsy with worry upon seeing Helena. He approached the table and cleared his throat. "Helena?"

Helena lifted her head up and looked at him without saying a word. Leon sat in his seat and scooted closer to the table, "You alright?" Helena took a breath and let it out as she looked him in the eye with a stern look. "That was Ada, wasn't it?"

The question caught the male off guard. He blinked, confused. "What?" Helena let out a humorless laugh as she shook her head. "She must really have you wrapped around her finger." Leon swallowed the forming lump in his throat as he balled his hands into fists. Her agitation was getting worse. "Calm down Helena. You're angry-"

Helena slammed her fist on the table as she stood up in a fury, the chair falling down behind her. "Stop with that!" her voice was loud. "Didn't you two get enough of each other last week?! Huh?! God, you're like her fucking little lap dog! You're her bitch!"

Helena took a step back as Leon bolted up and stepped in front of her. His chest heaved as he took deep breaths in attempts to calm himself. He was seeing red as he had grown furious. He knew he needed to regain his composure or he might do something he'd later regret. He had never once struck a woman and he was not about to start now.

Helena took a look around, seeing all eyes on them. She tore her gaze away and pushed past Leon, bumping his shoulder roughly. Leon sighed deeply and cursed under his breath. "Helena!" he vociferated as he turned to see her already out the door.

He quickly followed after her, pushing the door open rather roughly. "Helena, stop!" He hurried to her side and took hold of her arm. "You want to explain to me what the hell that was?!" Helena pulled her arm in attempts to break free but failed as Leon kept his grip tight. "This is the thanks I get?! Where the hell did that come from?" He shook her a bit as he pressed for answers.

Helena let out a soft whimper escape her lips. "You're hurting me!" Leon loosened his grip. "Answer me Helena!" Helena shrank back in fear. She had never seen Leon this angry before. Tall Oaks and China had been nothing compared to this. During that time his anger had been controlled. But now, he seemed to be losing it. He was seething and looked about ready to strike her. She could've sworn she saw murder in his eyes.

"Let go of me!" she cried as she pushed him. Leon stumbled back. Helena swallowed as she bit back her fear. Leon reached for her again and grunted in response as Helena slapped him across the face. His head turned slightly from the mere force. He let out a huff of air.

Helena turned and walked away, shaking her head. Her fear was long gone now. That slap had given her a boost of courage. How dare he put his hands on her?

"Helena!"

Helena ignored his cries and kept on forward. Where she was going was unknown. All she wanted at this precise moment was to get away before she lost it completely.

Leon ran his hand through his golden locks and sighed in exasperation. He shook his head, his locks falling back into place with his bangs sweeping over his eyes. What should he do? He couldn't just let her go off alone, especially in the dark. But he was angry. Helena had really pushed his buttons.

Where had all that come from? And why had it bothered him? He never cared for anyone's opinion of his relationship with Ada. Why had Helena been an exception? Why did he let what she had said get to him like that? With a groan, he hurried to his truck.

Helena had gotten quite far in the short amount of time Leon had taken to decipher his thoughts. He found her up ahead walking on the side of the road. Leon slowly pulled up beside her and rolled down the window. "Helena, get in the truck."

Helena kept her gaze straight ahead. She walked barefoot, carrying one of her heels in each hand. "No," Was her simple reply. Leon sighed. "Look. I'm sorry. It was wrong of me to put my hands on you. Just… please get in the truck. We'll forget this evening ever happened."

Helena shook her head. "No." Leon sighed again, frustrated. His patience was wearing thin. "You're being ridiculous woman, get in the truck!" Helena stopped suddenly making Leon quickly press down on the brake, he and the truck jerking forward in response.

"I'm being ridiculous?!" Helena shouted. "I'm not the one waiting on some woman hand and foot!" Leon scowled and gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles whitening. This was a lot harder than he had anticipated.

"What? No comeback?" Helena scoffed and turned to leave. Leon sighed yet again. "Why is my personal love life so important to you Helena?" Helena stopped in her tracks as Leon continued. "All I wanted was a nice dinner with you. I understand you're going through a tough time. I'm trying to be here for you-"

"Then be here!" Helena shouted as she turned to face him, her hands balled into fists. She panted, that remark seemingly haven taken her breath away. Leon was flabbergasted, blinking in surprise. He hadn't expected that and found himself at a loss for words.

"You say I mean so much to you. Well I don't believe it. The moment she calls, you turn into this completely different person. You forget about everything and everyone." Helena swallowed, biting back tears. This was too much for her. It was completely overwhelming.

It was Leon's turn to swallow. He couldn't believe his ears. He cleared his throat before speaking. "Helena… you need to understand, Ada and I… we have this bond-"

"Forget it Leon, I don't want to hear it!" Helena interjected. Leon scowled once again as anger rose in his chest. He quickly stepped out of the truck, "What about you huh? Sleeping around with men you don't even know!"

"What does that have to do with anything?!"

The two were shouting now, practically at each other's throats. "I hate that you do it!" Leon retorted. Helena scoffed. "You didn't even know about it until this afternoon!" Leon grit his teeth, "That doesn't matter! I don't want you doing it!"

Helena raised her fist to punch his face but found her attack hindered as Leon blocked with his hand, having caught hers in his. The two gazed into each other's eyes, seeing the passionate fire they each felt. Leon let out a calming breath. "Get in the truck Helena. I'm not going to tell you again." He released her hand and climbed back inside the SUV.

Helena let out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding and lowered her fist. The world spun a bit as she climbed into the passenger's side of the truck, slamming the door closed. Leon waited for her to settle before speaking. He started the ignition. "It was Chris" he said. He drove off onto the road. Helena clicked on her seat belt. "What?" Leon kept his eyes on the street. "Chris was the one who called me."

Helena looked down, feeling like the biggest idiot on the planet. She now suddenly felt she deserved to walk around town wearing a sign reading, 'Kick me, I'm an ass' and hope someone would. Albeit in the back of her mind she knew she was right about Ada.

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