Fix You

First off, I'd like to thank all of you great wonderful readers for the feedback I've received. This story would be nothing and die without you. So thank you all! And please keep leaving feedback, even if its negative. I apologize if this chapter is a bit strange or unfitting, I wrote it during my sister's labor so I was completely disoriented at the time. *rocks in corner* The things I saw... Anyhow, If more than one person wishes for this chapter to be redone let me know and I shall get right on it. In the meantime I shall go and stare at a sheet of paper while I wait for my mind to to come up with the rest for chapter 5. I don't normally like to do extremely long chapters because they bore me. If it gets confusing don't worry, it will make sense in the next chapter. Hope you enjoy! Oh wait! One more thing, I felt it was appropriate to squeeze in Coldplay's, Fix You, since this fic was sort of based on this awesome song. You'll see what I mean, hopefully. Okay, now enjoy!

Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own Capcom or Resident Evil. Not even the awesome Coldplay. I'd be really set if I did.

~Chapter 4

The drive back had been completely and painfully silent. Neither dared speak nor utter a single word in fear of the other. The tension had now skyrocketed through the roof and with it joined its good friend awkwardness.

Leon at first spared Helena a glance or two every now and then but the action was never returned. Helena had simply taken to leaning into the seat with her eyes closed, seemingly asleep. If she really was or simply faking was something the blond felt he was better off not knowing.

Coming up to a traffic light, he stopped as the light shined a bright red. Leon exhaled and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He leaned back into it in attempts to relax. This silence was killing him. Every passing second felt like an eternity. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, a habit he did when he was restless and uncomfortable.

Having enough, Leon sighed and reached forward and turned the radio on, finding a soothing song with the sounds of an organ playing softly. He leaned back in his seat once again as he listened. What a terrible night this had turned out to be. He shook his head, no longer wanting to think on the fight or the rest of the evening.

But, alas, it was inevitable. Both had been at fault that much was true. Albeit part of him wanted to blame the entire thing on Helena, he knew he couldn't. It wasn't fair. If he had been collected and more sympathetic perhaps some of the events could have been avoided. If he had stayed calm… he shook his head once again as a humorless snort escaped his throat. If. Always with the ifs. What good did if's do for anyone.

After what seemed like a lifetime, the red light turned green. Leon pressed on the gas and drove forward as the vocals had finally come on.

When you try your best, but you don't succeed

When you get what you want, but not what you need

When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep

Stuck in reverse

A soft guitar riff and piano joined the organ, the sounds combined beautifully and sounded absolutely heavenly. As Leon glanced at Helena once again, he couldn't help but feel worried. Would she ever speak to him again? Would she ever see him again? He couldn't bear never seeing or speaking to her again and the pure thought saddened him deeply.

And the tears come streaming down your face

When you lose something you can't replace

When you love someone, but it goes to waste

Could it be worse?

Leon's thoughts shifted and he suddenly found himself thinking of Ada. Was he wasting his time with her? Was he wasting his love? Had Helena been right?

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you

15 years was a long time…

And high up above or down below

When you're too in love to let it go

Leon shook his head. He refused to believe he was wasting his time with Ada. The love he had and the bond they shared was too strong. Helena had only been speaking out of anger.

But if you never try you'll never know

Just what you're worth

As he neared the apartment complex to Helena's home, Leon felt his heart sink and his stomach churn. This was it, the moment of truth. Would Helena simply step out of the truck and cut him off completely, or would she forgive and forget?

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you

Helena opened her eyes as the music she had been listening and reflecting to, picked up with a haunting and bone chilling guitar solo that sent shivers down her spine. She had come to realize she didn't want to lose Leon. She didn't want to be the reason why. He had grown too much on her. He had become her best friend. She'd be a damn fool to throw it all away over a fight she had caused. She glanced at the male beside her but said nothing.

Leon was nervous as he parked his vehicle in the parking lot next to the four story building. He dared not look at Helena and sighed deeply. Goodbye Helena.

Tears stream down your face

When you lose something you cannot replace

Tears stream down your face

And I...

The next moment caught the agent by complete surprise. He felt sudden warmth and realized he had been pulled into a hug. He blinked in shock. Was this real? He wrapped his arms around the small body pressed up against his. It was. She was really, truly, hugging him. But what did it mean? Was this Helena's goodbye?

Tears stream down your face

I promise you I will learn from my mistakes

Tears stream down your face

And I...

Leon's heart sank even more, if that was even possible. He tried. He really had. He tried to fix her.

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you

"I'm sorry Leon" Helena whispered. Leon closed his eyes. Helena pulled back, her head hanging low. "I was way out of line. I-I don't know what came over me. Forgive me." A wave of relief washed over Leon over her words. He wasn't going to lose her after all. He shook his head and pulled her close, hugging her tighter than before. "There's nothing to forgive" he spoke. "Let's never speak of this again."

Helena pulled back and nodded, "Right." She leaned in close and placed a kiss on his cheek. It hadn't been so hard this time. She opened the door and stepped out. "Want to come up?" She deemed this was the best way to put the past events of the evening behind her and move forward. A small smile curved onto Leon's lips as he shut the engine off. "Sure."

Once inside the apartment, Helena tossed her heels aside, uncaring as to where they landed. A sigh slipped through her lips as she plopped down on the sofa. She propped her legs up and leaned back into the comforting grasp of the cushions.

Leon entered and closed the door behind him, locking it. He slid his jacket off and hung it up on the coat rack by the door. Helena watched him. Her eyes were glued to the tight body underneath the blue shirt and dark jeans. His body was so perfect, so toned; it made her want him even more.

She ached for him. The fact she couldn't have him was driving her crazy, absolutely bonkers. Deborah's laugh echoed in her mind, mocking her yet again. Helena let out a disgruntled groan. Just stop it. She pleaded and rubbed her temples.

"You okay?" Leon questioned as he sat down on the sofa. Helena turned to him and nodded. "I'm fine." She scooted closer to him, wrapping her arms around his torso. A content smile came to her lips as she felt herself relax. It was always so much easier to do so when near Leon. The world just seemed to disappear.

Leon pulled her into his lap and cradled her. This was what he enjoyed, simply sitting and holding her. He loved having her in his arms. In doing so, he felt so at ease, happy. It was peaceful. Everything was in place and seemed right.

Helena placed her head on his chest and closed her eyes. Both couldn't believe how close they had come to losing one another, all over a ridiculous fight. It was ludicrous now thinking back on it.

"I'm proud of you Helena" Leon spoke. Helena looked up to find him looking down at her with a warm smile. "You're holding strong." Helena flashed him another small smile. "Thanks to you" she said. "I'm sorry I ruined-"

"Ah!" Leon exclaimed. "We agreed we weren't going to talk about it." Helena nodded, "Right. Sorry." She snuggled in closer, the response of the action being Leon's arms wrapping tighter around her. A silence fell between them, this one unlike the previous of silences. This one wasn't filled with tension or pure awkwardness. This one was pure serenity, it was comforting.

Good things come to an end Helena reckoned as a not so comforting thought snaked its way into her mind. How could she voice her opinion to Leon? How could she tell him the woman he loved was no good for him?

Leon's fidgeting movements brought her out of her thoughts. She watched as he pulled out his phone from his pants pocket and flicked the screen on. Helena rolled her eyes and sighed bitterly at the name on the screen. Speak of the devil and the devil shall come.

She removed herself from Leon's hold and stood up as Leon gave her a sorrowful look. The phone in his hand continued to ring. He turned his head away with a deep sigh and answered.

Helena shook her head, pushing down feeling of lament, and walked towards her bedroom. This was too much. Why was it when things were finally going good something occurred to turn it all around and fuck it up? She stumbled into her room, tripping on her feet and falling to the floor, feeling as if she were drowning in a pool of jealousy and rage. This was too hard. There was no chance for her. She couldn't lie to Leon and pretend everything was fine when it wasn't.

The world spun as Helena sat up. She really needed a drink. She glanced at the clock on her nightstand. It was 9pm. She counted back the hours in her head. It had been almost ten hours. Ten hours. She had gone ten hours without a single drop of alcohol. Helena was dying.

A sudden idea formed in her mind. That wasn't such a bad idea. She crawled to her nightstand and propped herself on her knees as she opened the top drawer. A dark eerie smile crept to her lips. There it was, her new pain reliever. If she couldn't numb the pain with alcohol, she would find another way to do so.

She reached into the drawer and pulled out her custom designed bowie knife, a gift from Deborah. The knife featured a classic brass guard, a black polymer handle, and a polished stainless steel blade with Helena's name surrounded by a pattern of butterflies engraved upon it. Helena absolutely loved it.

She took hold of it and studied it, never once turning her head back to look at Deborah who sat atop the bed, watching her with a twisted smile. "You're going to do that with Leon in the other room? How presumptuous. It's stupid, but bold."

Helena shrugged as she closed the drawer. She then turned and leaned against it, the handle of the drawers digging into her back as she sat down. She ignored the pain and placed the blade over her wrist, the coldness of the blade chilling her skin. "I don't care."

Deborah chuckled. "I've said it once and I'll say it again, you are pathetic." She scoffed and shook her head. "You're cutting yourself to get his attention." Helena glared at her. "No. I'm not doing it for him. I'm doing it for me." With a grunt, she slit her wrist, wincing from the stinging pain. "I can't handle this dreadful pain your death has inflicted Deborah."

Deborah scoffed yet again and scowled. "Are you even sure that's what it is anymore?" Helena ignored her as she made another deep cut underneath the first and sighed. She leaned her head back and let her arm drop to the floor where the blood seeped into the carpet.

A sudden ringing caused Helena to groan in agitation. With a deep sigh, she shakily stood and reached for the device on her dresser. She looked at the screen, her brows furrowing, "Hunnigan?" She pressed the button and accepted the call, "Harper." She staggered a tad as Hunnigan spoke.

"Helena. It's good to hear your voice. How are you?" Helena closed her eyes and swallowed. Her voice cracked as she replied. "I-I'm managing." Something was off. Helena couldn't quite put her finger on it but something was definitely off. Or perhaps it was just the sudden queasiness from the blood loss messing up her judgment.

"I'm calling to tell you something about your sister. I've been forbidden to say anything but it's something you should know" Hunnigan said. Helena nodded, "Alright." A pool of blood was forming at her feet. Helena took hold of the dresser to support herself.

"It was discovered via Deborah's medical records… There's no easy way to say this but… she was pregnant. Two months."

Helena inhaled sharply as if haven taken a strong blow to the gut. She gasped for air, feeling her lungs contract. She was now responsible for two more innocent lives lost? Her heart sank, "W-what?" The phone slipped from her hands, dropping to the floor with a thud. Helena gripped her chest as she continued her struggle to breathe.

She lowered herself to her knees as she let out an anguished cry. A cry so horrifying it would shake the very depth of one's soul. In a rage, Helena slit her other wrist. "No!" She fell forward as the door burst open. "Helena!" Leon's voice was distorted. His looming figure was the last thing Helena saw before slipping into darkness.

Leon looked on in horror. Fear. Pure utter fear coursed through his veins and body as he knelt down beside Helena's unconscious body. "Oh god, Helena what did you do?!" He quickly took hold of her bed sheet and ripped it in half. "Stay with me Helena." He wrapped each half of the sheet tightly around her arms in a tourniquet. "Just stay with me." He scooped her up in his arms and ran.

Leon panted heavily as he placed Helena in the backseat of his truck. He placed two fingers on her neck, feeling her weakening pulse. "Don't die on me Helena." He slammed the door shut and quickly climbed into the driver's seat, speeding off in the blink of an eye.

His heart beat furiously. He panted as if he had run nonstop for miles. His stomach churned and groaned. His body trembled as a frightening thought ran through his mind. What if he didn't make it in time? He shook his head. He mustn't think of such things. He needed to keep positive, for her, for Helena. He glanced into the rear view mirror. Please be okay.

An hour had passed and Leon had not heard a word on Helena's condition. It was absolutely nerve wrecking. Was she alright? Was she alive? He stopped cold at that thought. Of course she was alive. She had to be.

A deep heavy sigh escaped his chest as he lowered his head into his hands. He had been flooded with a wave of guilt. This was his fault, somehow. How could he have let himself become distracted? How could he have let her do such harm to herself? If only he had not received that phone call; if he only had told Ada to wait for a better time. Leon chuckled humorlessly. There were those ifs again.

But who's to say that would have made a difference. Helena was never going to change on her own. Leon realized that now. Someone had to force her to change her ways. It was the only way. Simply taking away alcohol wasn't going to cut it. Something more drastic needed to be done.

Leon reached into his pocket as his phone rang; wasn't he the popular one tonight. With a quick glance at the screen he answered. "Chris, I'm not going to make it to the diner. Meet me at the hospital instead and bring a chain, at least fifty feet long, with you."

"What?" Chris' voice was muddled.

"Just trust me." Leon then hung up and nodded. This would work. I'm going to fix you Helena. He thought.

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