Fix You
Well, the last chapter didn't do as well as I had hoped. So I'm a little nervous about posting this one. It's a little longer than usual. I apologize if it is not good but I tried even with my still disoriented mind. Hope you enjoy, and remember, I'm still taking requests.
Disclaimer: I do not own Capcom or Resident Evil. But I can own Leon in my dreams. Nor do I own Black Snake Moan.
~Chapter 5
Chris was completely and utterly confused as he hung up. What the hell did Leon want a fifty foot chain for? Why was he at the hospital? What the heck was going on? The soldier stared at his phone as if it would somehow magically provide all of the answers.
A pain filled groan brought him from his cogitation. He turned to his bed where the once fallen and now risen soldier lay, wincing in pain every so often. "Piers…" Chris knelt to his level and took his hand in his.
"I'm here Piers." Chris looked down to him, face and eyes filled with lament. He hated seeing the man he loved in such pain and as horrible as it sounded, he was glad for it. It proved Piers had really returned and was actually there.
On his callback mission for cleanup, Chris had found Piers near the banks of Tat chi's waters, naked, weak, and alone. His squid-like appendage had somehow changed back to that of a normal arm, but at a price. The right side of Piers' face and torso had been horribly scarred, his once smooth skin now appearing dead and sunken. His right eye had gone completely white and he also seemed to suffer through occasional unbearable pains, for reasons unknown.
Finding Piers alive had been Chris' scariest yet happiest moment; scary on accounts of Piers' disoriented state, but happy because he had gotten a second chance, a second chance at love.
The legendary Chris Redfield had fallen deeply for a man. Not just any man but his partner. The one and only who had brought him to life and he wouldn't have it any other way.
The entire week away, he spent by Piers' side. Not once did he leave it, even as the BSAA's doctors and scientists performed test after test. It had been hell but they had come to the conclusion that the C-virus had somehow bonded and merged with Pier's DNA, how he had survived the explosion of the underwater facility was still a mystery.
Piers groaned as another contraction of pain coursed through his body. "Chris…" He squeezed the elder's hand. Chris allowed him to do so. "I know it hurts Piers. I need you to stay strong for me. The pain will go away soon." He soothed the soldier's hair back.
The fact he had to leave crushed him. The fact it was late at night angered him. As much as he wished he could stay by Piers' side, he knew he couldn't. With deep regret, he spoke. "Piers… I have to go and meet Leon at the hospital. Something may have happened to Helena. I'm not exactly sure. Will you be okay on your own?"
Piers nodded. He knew how important Helena had become to him. "Yeah…" Chris leaned in close and placed a kiss on the soldier's forehead. "Get some rest. I'll be back as soon as I can." Piers nodded once again and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath as he listened to the retreating footsteps of the man he had loved upon meeting.
It was because of him he had managed to keep his sanity after injecting himself with the virus. The love he felt was what had driven him to do it. It was what had pushed him into sacrificing himself. Chris' survival was all that had mattered.
"I'm sorry… Captain… I did it… for the BSAA… for the future…"
"For you" Piers said as he recalled the memory. Releasing one last pain filled groan, he allowed himself to slip into the darkness.
Chris stepped into his silver Ford F-150 pick-up truck and slammed the door shut. Leon had better have a damn good reason as to why he had him going on a wild goose chase at this time of night. Where was he supposed to find a chain this late at night? It was 11pm. All the hardware stores were closed.
He started the engine and switched his phone on, unlocking it with a simple flick of his finger. A message from Leon awaited him.
Don't forget the chain. Thanks.
"I'm going to wrap it around your neck you blond bastard" Chris grumbled as he texted back.
What's going on?
He stared at the screen for a full minute before receiving a reply.
Helena's in the hospital.
Chris closed his eyes and sighed deeply. His suspicions had been true. He shook his head and set the phone aside. "Oh Helena" he said as he set the shift into drive. He reversed out of his parking spot and set forth on the hour drive. Hopefully the BSAA had a chain or two to spare.
As Chris drove, a single question haunted his mind. What did Leon want with a chain? Not only that, but why did it have to be so long?
Whatever the reason, Leon owed him one. And just out of spite, Chris was going to count this one as two. His thoughts then shifted to Helena. Was she alright? What had happened?
Another deep sigh slipped through the tired Captain's lips. He had been home for five hours and already his stress level was up. He shook his head to shake the much needed sleep away. This was going to be a long night.
An hour later, a large dull grey colored building, reminding one of a strict military school, came into view. But it was not in fact a military school. It was actually the building of the BSAA headquarters, disguised to look as a school.
Looking around, one would see huge endless fields of grass. By the entrance of the building was a statue of a man in uniform saluting. On the other side, a huge wall covered in writing from top to bottom. In big letters it read, "In memory of those who have died in the line of duty."
Chris pulled up to the empty parking lot and left the engine running. He stepped off the vehicle and approached the entrance. The Captain flashed his identification card to the camera and unlocked the front door with his primary key. As a co-founder of the BSAA he was entitled to one.
Upon entering the building were a set of double doors that opened only with a key card assigned to each and every member of the BSAA. Chris pulled out his key card from his back pocket and swiped it in the lock. Within seconds, the lock flashed a bright green. The double doors buzzed loudly as they slid open. The action was followed by an automatic voice greeting the man with a simple, "Welcome Captain Chris Redfield."
Chris entered the dark building and pulled out his phone to use as a flashlight. Why he hadn't thought to bring one was beyond him. He walked past the front office, where most of the paperwork was handled, and entered deeper into the vestibule, from there the building divided into five separate buildings where the dorm rooms, simulation rooms, armory rooms, showers, and cafeteria were located, each to their own structure.
His footsteps echoed throughout the emptiness. He turned down a corner and headed for the nearest armory room in hopes of finding a chain quickly. Using his key, he unlocked the door and entered. He flipped the light switch on and began rummaging through the many lockers, bins, and containers carrying all sorts of armory and machinery.
Ten minutes of searching and he had finally found it inside a large bin; a fifty foot heavy steel chain. Would this be good enough? Chris shrugged, uncaring. He got what he came for. It was now time to leave.
Setting the chain in the back, Chris slid inside his truck and quickly texted Leon. The light emitting from the screen lit up the dark atmosphere around him.
Got what you wanted. Are you going to tell me what the chain is for?
In less than a minute the reply came.
Thanks. Just get here.
Chris scoffed and shook his head as he replied.
On my way. You owe me.
He set the mobile aside and drove off. Fortunately, the hospital was only a half hour away.
Leon leaned his head against the wall and sighed deeply. It was nearing two hours and he still had yet to hear on Helena's condition. He was beginning to lose his mind as time seemed to stretch forever.
His stomach growled loudly. Leon placed a hand over it as he waited for the pain to subside. He was so hungry it was beginning to hurt. If he hadn't forgotten his wallet and jacket in Helena's apartment, he would be eating a nice hot meal right at this moment. Hell a cookie would even suffice at this point.
Leon sighed, exasperated. He stood and paced. Why weren't they telling him anything? How much longer would it be until he knew something? Where the heck was Chris? He let out a breath and approached the nurses' station for the sixth time that night.
The only nurse working the station was a middle aged zaftig woman with chocolate skin and blond curls. Her lips were pursed as she filed her nails. Her face clearly showed she was tired and annoyed. She forced her brown eyes to look up upon hearing the set of footsteps.
Leon cleared his throat. "Uh… is there any news on Helena, Wanda?" He had learned her name the second time he had approached the station via her name tag. Wanda blinked and sighed. "Sir, I've done told you, I will tell you when something comes up." Her voice had a sassy tone to it.
"Surely if you look on the computer-"Leon started but stopped as Wanda raised her voice. "Are you getting smart with me?" Leon took a step back and shook his head. "No." His shoulders slumped, defeated, as he returned to his seat.
"Mm-hm. damn pretty boys thinking they own the place" Wanda muttered as she returned her attention to her nails.
Leon propped his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward, his head hanging low. His eyes were feeling heavier and heavier by the minute. His strength was dissipating. It seemed he was beginning to lose the long battle with sleep.
"Leon."
Leon perked up as he heard his name called. He looked up to see Chris approaching, a look of frustration crossed with exhaustion on his face. He stood. "Chris."
Chris stopped in front of him. "You better tell me what the hell is going on. What happened to Helena?" Before Leon could reply, a Russian voice took the spotlight, "Harper?" The two males turned their attention to a tall and slim man in a white lab coat.
"Here" Leon spoke up. The man turned his head toward them. "Ah." He approached them. His auburn hair was short. His skin was pale, and his spectacles shined in the light, making it hard to see his eyes. "I am Dr. Aleksey. Are you both for Ms. Harper?" His accent was thick.
Chris and Leon shot a quick glance at one another and nodded. Leon spoke. "How is she?" A small grin crossed Aleksey's lips. "She is fine now. Her wounds have been stitched up. The lacerations were deep but we managed to stop the bleeding." His brows furrowed as his grin disappeared. "Eh, do you know who Deborah is?"
Chris and Leon glanced at one another once again, concern shown on their faces. "Why do you ask?" Chris questioned. Aleksey looked at him. "Uh, well, she kept saying her name and she was sorry… there was also something about baby. I don't know."
A baby? Leon thought. He pushed it aside and focused. "Deborah is her late sister." He said. "She died almost a month ago." This seemed to pique Aleksey's interest. "She died? I see." He quickly jotted down a few notes on his clipboard. "So she is depressed. Has she uh, shown any signs… you know… like, excessive or lack of sleep, some moodiness, lack of eating, hallucinations… things like those?"
Chris and Leon thought back a few weeks. He and Leon often switched shifts and stayed with her, Chris sometimes often more than Leon. The two had been with her when she didn't eat or sleep, they often had to make her.
Leon spoke first. "I'd have to say yes to all except for hallucinations." Granting, Chris was the only one who knew of her hallucinations. He recalled seeing her sit on her bed having a conversation with herself. She had claimed she was talking to Deborah.
Aleksey nodded, "So, no hallucinations?" Chris cleared his throat, "Uh… not necessarily. She has been hallucinating. It wasn't as bad at first, maybe at least once, but now since she took up excessive drinking, I can only assume it has gotten worse." Upon his arrival, Leon had told Chris of Helena taking to the bottle and that she had been left alone for a week.
Leon blinked, surprised. He had no idea of the hallucinations. Aleksey nodded yet again and jotted down more notes. Leon glanced at Chris, giving him a look that clearly asked why he hadn't been told. Chris merely shrugged. The two turned their attention to Aleksey as he spoke.
"Well, it sounds as she may be suffering from clinical depression. Is… uh, more serious. We are going to perform some tests just to make sure."
"Make sure?" Leon questioned. "Well… uh, it is not a disorder if it does not affect sociability" Aleksey explained.
Chris scoffed and crossed his arms, his muscles bulging. "Well, she hasn't been working. She doesn't go out, just lays there. She doesn't eat. She doesn't sleep and when she does it lasts all day. She doesn't do things she normally used to. I'd say that affects her sociability."
Aleksey gulped and took a step back, intimidated by the large man. He chuckled nervously. "Yes… well, we keep her for a couple of days do the tests and then she will be released. And just as caution we put her under suicide watch to make sure she doesn't hurt herself." He looked up as a female voice came over the P.A. "Paging Dr. Aleksey."
Aleksey fidgeted with his glasses. "I must go now. You see her tomorrow if you wish."
"What room is she in?" Leon questioned. "She is on third floor in room 363. Goodnight." With that, Aleksey walked away.
Chris sighed, "Suicide? I never thought she'd go that far." He sat down on an empty chair and shook his head, looking down. How could Leon let her harm herself? If he was with her it was his responsibility to watch her. Something like this could only occur if…
Chris looked up as Leon stood before him and cleared his throat. "I need to know everything that goes on with her. You should have told me about the hallucinations." Leon's tone was angry. Chris scoffed and stood up. The two met each other's gaze. "Maybe you should stop abandoning her to be with Ada. Then you'd know what was going on with her."
Something inside Leon snapped. He took Chris by the collar of his shirt and slammed him against the wall. The few people that were in the emergency room and had caught the action, gasped in surprise. "Shut up!" he exclaimed in pure anger.
Wanda stood. "Alright, you two, take it outside!"
Both men panted heavily as they glared at one another. Chris blinked, feeling his anger die down. This was wrong. They should not be fighting in a time like this, especially when Helena needed them. He placed his hands on Leon's shoulders and spoke in a calming voice. "I'm sorry. That was out of line."
Leon kept his grip, his hands shaking violently. His eyes flashed rage, his anger reaching limits beyond what he was capable of feeling. He gritted his teeth as the need to just hurt someone coursed through him. This wasn't like him. This wasn't like him at all. It was then he realized he wasn't angry at Chris. He was angry at himself. He took a deep breath and released his hold. "Sorry" he said his voice full of sorrow. He looked away.
Chris patted his shoulder and smiled a small friendly smile. "It's alright. We're both exhausted. We should go." Leon nodded, his anger dissipating, and followed him, ignoring the stares from the crowd.
Upon entering a secluded area of the hospital, Leon took a turn and headed toward the elevators.
Chris followed, confused. "What are you doing?" Leon pressed the button and waited. "I want to see Helena." Chris stood at his side. "Visiting hours are over. She's under suicide watch, which means someone's watching her constantly."
A small smirk formed on Leon's lips. "I won't tell if you won't." Chris shook his head and chuckled softly. "Sometimes I think all that government power goes to your head." Leon chuckled softly as well and entered the elevator, Chris at his side.
As the door swung open, Leon peeked out of the elevator, looking down both ways of the corridor. "It's empty, how fortunate." He stepped out of the elevator and walked down the hall. Chris followed behind, counting the room numbers. 359. 360. 361. "She should be up ahead" he said.
As they reached room 363, Chris peeked inside. Seeing no one, he gave the signal it was clear. Both men entered the room and approached Helena's bed where a single light shined down. Helena lay, still and unconscious. Both of her arms were bandaged. She looked as if she had aged overnight, but it was just the lack of sleep taking its toll on her. The heart monitor beeped loudly.
Leon gently took hold of her hand, his face deep in sorrow. "I'm sorry Helena. I never should have answered Ada's call."
Chris, who stood on the other side of the bed, sent a glare his way. So it was because of Ada. Helena was here because he had ignored her yet again. He sighed deeply, trying to disguise his boiling anger as just sadness. He knew of Helena's feelings for Leon and it really pissed him off when he ignored or abandoned her. Maybe he was just being selfish. Maybe both he and Helena were. But at this point it didn't matter.
"What's in the Iv?" Leon questioned. Chris took a quick glance, "Morphine. At least she's not in any pain. Hope she doesn't become addicted to it." He gently placed his hand over her head in a kind loving gesture, showing he cared for her.
Leon watched him and shook his head. "She won't. I guarantee it. This is my fault, and I'm going to make up for it." Chris looked at him and merely said, "We should go before we get caught." Leon nodded and bent forward, placing a kiss on Helena's cheek. "I'll see you soon" he whispered.
Once outside in the parking lot, Chris and Leon stood by Chris' truck. "I need to talk to you about Piers." Chris said. Leon slipped his hands into his pants pockets, "Alright." He had been briefed earlier that Piers was alive.
Chris leaned against the truck, his arms crossed over his chest. "The government wants him dead. They think he's a threat and they're afraid of him. They say he's a danger to the world and letting him live would be a catastrophe." He shook his head and let out a humorless snort. "Can you believe that? He saves the world and this is how he's repaid." A sigh escaped his lips. "I can't let that happen. I love him."
Leon's heart skipped a beat from shock. He had never heard Chris say he loved someone besides Claire. Hearing Chris say he loved someone was like hearing Kim Jon Ill wanted world peace; it was a complete and utter shock. He cleared his throat as he regained his composure. "What do you want me to do?"
"I was hoping you could get Hunnigan and the DSO to speak on his behalf. There's a trial starting sometime next month to determine if he gets to live or not. It would really help his case if you did." Chris swallowed the lump in his throat. "Please Leon. I lost him once. I can't lose him again." He bit his lip as he forced back the tears threatening to fall.
Leon could still see the heartbreak on his face. It hurt to see his friend this way. He balled his hands into fists. It wasn't fair for the government to do this. Piers was a hero. He had saved the world. And B.O.W. or not, he deserved a chance to live. As risky as it was going to be, Leon was determined to help his closest friend, "Alright. I'll see what I can do."
Chris' face immediately brightened. He smiled and pulled Leon into a tight hug, "Thank you." Leon returned the hug and patted the larger man's back. He cleared his throat again. "There's something I need you do to for me."
Chris broke the hug, "A compromise?"
"More like a proposition."
Chris nodded, "Alright. Name it." Leon reached into the back of the truck and took hold of the chain. It was perfect; heavy, so as to not easily be broken, and it was the right length. He nodded in approval as he pulled it out. "Do you still have your father's house in the country?"
Chris nodded once again, "Yeah. Why?"
Leon looked at him. "Good. We're going to need it." Chris raised a brow. "What are you planning Kennedy?" Leon smirked and chuckled softly. "The four of us are moving in. So pack your bags."
"Moving in? Why?"
"It'd be safer that way, especially for Helena and Piers. Helena can't be on her own right now and I believe some time away from her apartment would do her good. As for Piers, well, he could use the company when you and I are away."
Chris carefully took what Leon was saying into consideration. It did sound promising. Helena and Piers wouldn't be alone. Plus, it'd be easier to watch over them. He nodded, "Alright. But what's the chain for?"
Leon looked at the chain. "You'll see soon enough. We'll start getting everything ready tomorrow. We have two days. Get home safe Chris."
"Likewise."
Each man bid their goodbyes, entered their vehicles, and drove off in opposite directions.
Finding himself missing Helena deeply, Leon drove to her apartment. He walked through the door at exactly 1am. His mind had become foggy and he found himself extremely groggy. He closed the door and locked it. What a night. Scratch that. What a day.
Even through years of experience, Leon still found it amazing how crazy of events a day could take one through. With a deep and tired sigh, Leon trudged his way to the kitchen. His stomach had stopped bothering him hours ago but he deemed he should eat something nonetheless.
He opened the refrigerator door and grabbed the first thing in reach which happened to a nice juicy apple. With a shrug, the blond bit into it, the sweet juices watering his mouth. He shut the door and looked around at the apartment.
It was strange being here without Helena. The place seemed so… empty. A strange noise caught his attention. He followed it down to Helena's bedroom, his eyes catching sight of the blood soaked into the carpet.
He swallowed and averted his gaze, not wanting to be reminded of how close he'd come to losing her tonight. His search for the buzzing sound was cut short as he realized it appeared to be coming from Helena's phone. Leon picked up the mobile and saw an ongoing call on the screen. He pressed the end button, and silence soon followed.
The screen redirected itself to the recent calls list. Leon blinked as to make sure his eyes were not playing tricks on him as he saw Hunnigan's name on the list. The peculiar thing was it wasn't her number. Keeping that thought in mind, he set Helena's phone down and took out his own.
He quickly dialed the familiar number and waited. After the fifth ring, the call was received. "Hello?" the voice on the other end was tired and sounded sleepy. Leon immediately felt bad for having woken Hunnigan up but pushed those feelings aside. "Sorry to wake you Hunnigan but I need to ask you something?"
Hunnigan sighed. Leon could easily picture her rubbing her tired eyes. "What is it?" she questioned. "Did you call Helena tonight?" There was a short silence before Hunnigan replied. "No. I just got out of the office about an hour ago. Why?"
Leon bit into his apple again, "Because I think this call had something to do with Helena trying to kill herself." Hunnigan's voice was loud and hysterical, "What?! Is she alright?! What happened?" Leon held the phone away and cringed. He then switched the call to speaker. "Calm down. She's fine. She just cut herself pretty badly."
Hunnigan took a deep breath and let it out. She spoke in a calm voice. "You want me to track the number?" Leon nodded, "Exactly. I'll forward it to you from Helena's phone. Let me know as soon as you find something out."
"Got it. Will do." The line was then disconnected. Leon hung up and slid his mobile back into his pocket. He took Helena's phone and did as he had said. Once done, he sat on the edge of the bed and sighed. Was Helena being targeted? His gut said yes but one could never be too sure. Whatever was going on, it wasn't good.
Gazing at the floor, the blond reached down as something silver caught his attention. It was a bowie knife with dry blood on the blade. Leon picked it up and frowned. This must've been what Helena had used. He groaned as his stomach suddenly felt upset. This was his entire fault.
He tossed the half eaten apple in the trash bin and lied down on the bed. Holding his stomach, he hoped the pain would soon subside.
Chris slogged his way into his loft, a groan escaping his throat. The Captain was tired, Dead tired. He stripped himself free of his clothes, leaving only his boxers, and sat on the edge of the bed. He sighed deeply and placed his head in his hands.
Piers opened his eyes and sat up. "How is Helena?" Chris looked back to him. "Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you." He allowed himself to be pulled down onto the mattress. Piers lied down beside him. "It's alright. How did everything go?"
Chris wrapped his arms around the small lithe body of the younger and sighed yet again. "She tried to kill herself. Leon's completely torn up about it. And he should be. He was supposed to be watching her."
"That's not entirely fair. He couldn't have known what she was going to do."
Chris shook his head. "She's not herself Piers. She can't take care of herself. And Leon just… ugh it just makes me so angry…"
Piers studied Chris' face. He was so kind and gentle underneath that entire hard and rough exterior. "Does Leon know about Helena's feelings towards him?"
Chris looked at him with a surprised look. "How did you know?" A small smile formed on Piers' lips. "I pay attention. I could see it on her face and eyes during our brief encounter in China. If Leon doesn't know how she feels he can't be entirely responsible."
Chris thought it over and nodded. "But he must know it bothers her when he ignores her for Ada." Piers shrugged, "Maybe. But that's something he has to deal with." Chris nodded yet again as he agreed. "You're right. I'm glad we're moving into my father's country house with them. It will be easier to watch over her."
Piers raised a brow, "Oh? When we're you going to tell me about this?" Chris yawned, "In the morning." Piers chuckled, "It is morning." Chris pulled the covers over them, "In the afternoon then, when I wake up."
Piers chuckled and placed a kiss on the elder's cheek. "Sleep well." He snuggled close to the larger man and fell asleep. ~
Helena groaned as she came to. Everything was foggy and sluggish. She tried to move but found it painful. It did not help her limbs tingled and felt uncoordinated.
"Do not try to move Ms. Harper."
Helena jumped at the sudden voice and scanned the area, everything being in and out of focus. A tall man stood before her, she could make out that much. "I am Dr. Aleksey. Do you know where you are?"
Helena shook her head. Aleksey nodded. "You are in hospital." Helena swallowed, wincing from the slight pain the action caused. "H-hospital?" her voice sounded raspy. Aleksey nodded once again as he checked her over. "Yes. I explain everything to boyfriends."
Helena recoiled as a light shined brightly onto her eyes. She covered the light with her hand, "Boyfriends?" Aleksey muttered in his language as he jotted down a quick note on Helena's file. "Reflexes seem fine." He looked up at her. "Yes, Two men, a blond and a big man."
Helena was confused. What was this man talking about? What blond man? What big man? Wait. Did he mean Leon and Chris? They had been there? Helena blinked yet again, her vision finally clearing.
Aleksey shrugged, "No matter. We are going to perform some tests but first, you have visitor." He motioned for the person to enter. Helena looked toward the door, surprised to see Hunnigan. "H-Hunnigan?"
Ingrid smiled and stopped as she reached the foot of the bed. "It's good see you're finally awake. You've been out for an entire day. Are you feeling okay?"
A day? Was that right? A whole day? Helena looked out of the window seeing day had come as the sun shined brightly. All that time she had spent in the darkness, hadn't meant she had died. The tears had suddenly come without warning.
Hunnigan sat beside her and offered a tissue which Helena took. "Leon told me what you tried to do. Why would you do something like that Helena?" Helena shook her head and wiped her tears away. "I killed my sister and her baby. I don't deserve to live."
Hunnigan shook her head and carefully embraced her. "No. We're still not sure if that's true. Whoever called you and told you that wasn't me Helena. But don't worry, we're looking into it." She looked into her eyes and Helena saw the determination. She nodded indicating she understood.
Hunnigan gave her a quick pat on the back and stood. "Good. Listen, I've got to go. But I'll check in later." Helena managed to form a smile. "Thanks Hunnigan." Hunnigan smiled and left.
Helena sighed. It hadn't been Hunnigan she was speaking to. But it had sounded just like her. Helena knew she wasn't crazy. She knew it had been Ingrid's voice but not Ingrid. Whomever it was she had been speaking to, she knew it wasn't going to be last she heard of them.
It was now mid afternoon as Leon zipped up the final bag he had packed for Helena. Her clothes were still in the back of his truck which really meant he only had to pack necessities and personal belongings. His body ached and groaned with every movement he made. He had only managed to sleep for a couple of hours and it was killing him.
The first thing he had done since the sun rose was head to the DSO headquarters and file for Chris to become Piers' primary caretaker. It was only a matter of time before they agreed. After that task was done, he headed straight to Helena's apartment.
He reached into pocket as his phone chimed. Checking the screen, he answered, "Hunnigan, anything new?" The sound of keys clacking on a keyboard was heard on the other end, "Nothing yet on our mysterious caller. Whoever it was used a blocked number."
"What about Deborah?"
"I looked through her medical records. She was pregnant."
Leon cursed under his breath. That was what Aleksey meant by baby. Whoever did this had obviously wanted to push Helena over the edge, and they had succeeded. "We can't tell Helena. She wouldn't be able to handle it."
"I know. I'll keep looking into it. She finally woke up by the way."
Leon breathed in relief, happy she had awoken. But he couldn't let himself become distracted. "That's good. She won't be released until tomorrow. I've got something to do. We'll talk later." Leon didn't even wait for Hunnigan's response as he hung up.
He still had an errand to run followed by tons of packing to do for him. He grabbed the bag and left the empty apartment. Tossing the bag in the back, he pulled out his phone and dialed Chris. When he heard the faint hello he spoke. "Chris. Listen, I'm going up to the house to get things ready for Helena."
"Alright. Piers and I still have to pack. We'll be there tomorrow."
"Copy that." Leon hung up the phone and drove. ~
Chris grunted as he lifted the final suitcase onto the back of the truck. It was morning and the sky was as clear as day. The sun was shining and the cool breeze blew. He looked to Piers as he picked up another suitcase. "All set?"
Piers watched him, his eyes on his strong and muscular body, "Yeah. That's the last one. I could have helped you know." Chris approached him and smiled. "I know." He placed a kiss on the tip of Piers' nose.
Piers smiled and chuckled. "You're lucky you're sexy." Chris laughed as he locked up the door to his loft. "Have you heard from Leon?" Piers questioned as he opened the passenger door. Chris opened the driver's door and shook his head. "No. Not since yesterday."
The two slid into the truck and closed the doors. "Don't you think that's a little strange?" Piers questioned. Chris turned the ignition and started the engine. "Well, a bit. But he's been busy. Least that's what he said."
Piers simply nodded and looked out the window as Chris started the two hour drive to the country. ~
Helena awoke to find herself in a strange bed. Her eyes darted back and forth, taking in her surroundings. Instead of seeing the white of the hospital walls, she instead saw a shade of dark blue.
She sat up, groaning in slight pain. It appeared, due to the large bed, dresser, nightstands, and large flat screen television that she was in a bedroom. Question was whose? How had she gotten there? The last thing she could remember was falling asleep after completing the last test.
Helena rubbed the back of her head as she slid out of bed and stood. A loud rustling sound, like that of a chain dropping, caught her attention. She looked down as something cold brushed her leg. It was a chain. Confused, she lifted it up, finding it rather heavy. Following the trail, her eyes widened as she realized the end of the chain was around her waist. She shook in horror, she had been tethered.
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