Fix You

Well here's the next chapter. I wonder if this fic is even being read. I don't really have much to say except hope you enjoy this chapter. Feel free to leave a review or request if you like. I'm going to keep going even if this fic fails. Ta ta for now, Enjoy~

Disclaimer: I think it's pretty obvious I don't own Resident Evil or Capcom.

~Chapter 6

Panic and fear seeped into the female, sinking into her very core. What the hell was this? Who would do this? Why was this happening? She had to get out. She had to. In instinct, Helena turned and bolted, only to have the chain tangle itself with her legs. She let out a cry as she fell to the floor with a hard thud. She groaned as pain flowed through her from the impact. Her mind screamed at her, demanding her to get up and run, but she couldn't.

Whimpering, Helena sat up and reached for the chain but stopped at the sound of a lock unlatching. With a quiver, she followed the sound and looked up to see the door at the far end of the room open. Steam flowed out as a half-naked Leon set foot into the vicinity. Helena's eyes widened. The male wore only dark sweat pants and nothing else. Droplets of water cascaded down his body, his abs and pecs glistening.

Hearing a soft whimper, he peeked from underneath the towel currently drying off his hair and set eyes on Helena. His face immediately saddened upon seeing her on the floor looking frightened. "Helena." He tossed the towel aside and approached her.

Helena scrambled back, shaking breaths slipping past her lips. She shook her head in disbelief. He had done this to her? The man she trusted? The man she had trusted with her everything? She choked back a sob as she spoke. "Y-you did this to me?"

Leon held his hand out toward her as he slowly knelt down to her level, his face contorted in sadness. "Helena… please, let me explain." His voice was soft and smooth. Helena shook her head and moved back further. "Stay away from me!" Leon's saddened face deepened. It hurt him so to see her this way.

Outside came a silver truck. The duo perked at the sound of an engine shutting and doors opening. "This is it" a voice said. The sound of a door slamming shut followed. "It doesn't look like much but it's roomy."

Leon closed his eyes and sighed. "Chris" he whispered. He had not counted on his arrival this early.

Helena panted, "Chris?!" She quickly untangled the chain from her legs and shot up. "Chris!" she yelled as she fled. "Helena, wait!" Leon called as he quickly followed after.

Chris lifted his head at the sound of his name being shouted. He looked to Piers who stood in the back of the truck with a suitcase in hand. The two shared a confused look.

Helena threw the front door open, "Chris!"

Leon took hold of the chain and pulled. Helena gasped, her heart jumping, as a powerful force pulled her back. A scream escaped her throat as the door swung closed. Without hesitation, Chris started. He dropped the suitcase in hand and ran. Piers jumped off the truck and ran after his partner, the two suitcases they each once held long forgotten on the ground.

Leon wrapped his arms around Helena's waist and grunted as she struggled in his hold, "Stop Helena! Calm down!" The door flew open as Chris and Piers barged in. Both of the soldiers' eyes widened as they gasped at the scene. "Help!" Helena shouted as she struggled more.

Piers caught sight of the chain, his brows furrowing. He nudged the elder in his side with his elbow and beckoned with a simple bob of the head. "Chris." Chris looked to the younger and followed his gaze, seeing the chain. Rage flowed through his veins as he put two and two together.

"What is this?!" he bellowed. Helena stopped her struggle and looked up, the blond mimicking her actions. "Chris." Leon breathed out. He grunted as he felt a blow to his abdomen. Helena broke free of his grasp and ran into Chris' arms.

Leon panted and doubled over, his arms wrapping themselves around himself. "I know this looks bad-"

"You're damn right it does! What the hell are you doing?!" Chris exclaimed as he draped his arms protectively over the shaking female. "Is this what you wanted the chain for? So you could keep Helena tied up like some dog?"

Chris was fuming. He never would have agreed to this had he known Leon's intentions. Leon straightened himself out, taking a breath, "No, of course not." Piers' brow furrowed deeper, clearly showing his disapproval of the situation. "What have you been doing to her?" he questioned.

That one question stopped Chris cold. What had he done to her? He slipped Helena into Piers' arms and charged forward. Leon grunted as he collided with a wall. Chris pressed his large arm against the blonde's neck. "Answer the question!"

Leon choked and sent a glare to both soldiers. How dare they accuse him of such a terrible thing? He gritted his teeth and released a grunt as he forced his knee into the larger man's chest. Chris groaned and stumbled back, releasing his hold on the blond. He doubled over slightly and placed a hand over his throbbing chest.

Leon held his throat and panted. "I have not laid a hand on her. I would never hurt her. I did this to protect her." Piers let out a short outtake of breath as if scoffing. "Protect her? How is this supposed to protect her?"

Leon closed his eyes and sighed. He knew this was coming, but never thought it would come with this big of a bang. He took a deep calming breath and turned to Chris. "You and I both know she's not well. She needs help."

Chris straightened himself out. "So you help them, not chain them" he retorted. Leon grimaced at his remark. He glanced at Helena with such sorrow and remorse. "This is the only way." Helena looked into his eyes, seeing the ocean of grief. It was then she realized one thing, this was causing him as much pain as it was her. She looked away with a frown.

Leon looked to Chris once more. "Helena will never get better on her own free will. You know that. Someone has to push her, and it's going to be me."

"Us" Chris corrected. Piers looked to the larger man in shock. "Chris?"

Chris sighed deeply. "Maybe the chain is a little drastic… but you know what they say, desperate times calls for desperate measures." Piers shook his head. "Are you saying you agree with this?" Chris nodded. "Yes."

The gritting of the teeth was now Piers' right of action. He scoffed yet again. "You can't be serious, she's a human being!" His voice was rising alongside his anger. This wasn't right. He looked down as he felt a soft touch on his shoulder and met eyes with the brunette. She said nothing; her eyes spoke for her, telling the young soldier it was alright. He swallowed and looked up to the men. "It should be her choice."

Leon spoke. "She nearly killed herself. She's in no position to make her own choices."

"And you are?" Piers remarked. He looked to his captain as he called his name. "Look at her Piers." Chris said. Piers did as told. He looked down once again to the woman in his arms and saw a broken, lost, damaged soul. He saw someone suffering through great grievance. Someone who was exhausted. Someone who needed help.

"I nearly lost her. I'll be damned if I ever let that happen again. The chain is only to keep her from running." Leon said. Piers sighed as he released his hold on Helena. "This is insane." He said nothing else as he walked more into the living room, past the blond. He sat on the sofa and sunk back. Helena sat opposite him.

Chris sighed and turned to Leon. "Let's talk outside." Leon nodded and followed the larger man out the door. Chris walked down the front porch and led way to the back of the truck parked next to the Escalade.

"What did the doctor say?" he questioned. He crossed his arms across his chest and leaned against the vehicle, pushing the cases aside with his foot. He would get to those soon enough.

"Helena wasn't diagnosed with anything. Her depression isn't too critical. She only showed three symptoms instead of the six needed for it to be considered any kind of serious depression. He prescribed some psychotropic drugs in case she ever needs them but his recommended treatment was therapy which the DSO will be paying for since she was suspended from USSS as of yesterday." Leon said.

Chris raised a brow. "DSO will be paying for her therapy? I've never heard of an organization paying for anything for an agent that wasn't theirs." Leon said nothing. He merely cleared his throat and kept his face as indifferent as possible.

Chris soon caught on and took the hint. He was DSO. The money would be coming from his pocket. He pursed his lips. "Well… he seems like an honest man. At least he didn't send her to a psychologist who would most likely just dope her up on antidepressants" Chris stated. Leon nodded in agreement.

A silence soon stirred between them with each man in their own internal deliberations. After a while Chris cleared his throat and spoke. "How long have you been planning this?" He looked to the blond who looked conflicted.

Leon was silent as he thought back to his decision, the fear he had felt rising up once again. He swallowed and spoke, "Since that night." Chris nodded as he took in the answer. Leon continued. "I was right there, just in the other room… and I did nothing." He shook his head, his gaze to the ground.

Chris knew the blond was beating himself and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Don't be so hard on yourself. No one ever stops to think how bad things can get out of one's control." He gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze.

Leon looked to the brunette, shocked at his sudden change of heart. He was sure the man was out for his blood earlier. "What?"

Chris gave a nonchalant shrug. "After some clarification from Piers, I realized it wasn't entirely your fault. You couldn't have known what she was going to do."

Leon sighed deeply and shook his head. "I should have known. There's just something about her… my intuition… I usually know what to do, but with her… it's different."

"Different is good. Look Leon, you have to stop stressing yourself. You're doing what you can. The best thing you can do now is just be 'there'."

Leon took in his words and nodded as he realized the truth in them. He smiled warmly at the large man. Chris really was a good friend. He understood him and usually seemed to know the right things to say, a trait they had in common. "You're right. Thanks." He then changed the subject to an extent. "I took the master bedroom. The radiator is closer and it'd be easier for Helena. I hope you don't mind."

Chris shook his head, "Not at all. Speaking of which, how is it going to work for her?"

"She has plenty of chain to move around if that's what you mean."

"How long is this going to last?"

"As long as it has to."

Chris nodded. "I hope you're prepared for this" Leon looked to the brunette's eyes with determination. Chris knew he didn't need any more clarification. Leon was more than prepared.

Both men jumped at a sudden scream. "Helena!" Leon cried. He took off faster than a speeding bullet. Chris followed behind him as they both burst through the door.

Upon entering the house, they came to the sight of Helena kneeled in the center of the room. Piers was on the ground writing and wriggling about as sparks of electricity flowed through his body. "Piers!" Chris ran and was instantly at his side.

Leon moved to Helena's side and snaked his arm around her waist, pulling her back. "What's wrong with him?" Helena whimpered. Leon held her close. Piers grit his teeth and groaned as the pain became unbearable, his body feeling as if he were being stabbed with a million knives repeatedly. Chris pulled him into his arms, ignoring the painful shocks he received in doing so. "I'm here Piers."

Helena gulped and moved closer to Leon who enveloped her. The two watched in silence. "I'm not letting you go again." Chris whispered as he rocked the soldier.

After what seemed an eternity, Piers stopped his writhing as the pain seemed to die down to a more bearable level. Both men panted, Piers more fiercely than his partner. His eyes remained shut. Chris looked up to the two agents. "This happens occasionally. It's the virus… he's fighting to keep it dormant. He'll be alright." He hooked Piers' arm around his shoulder and lifted him up with a grunt. "He needs to rest."

Leon nodded and watched as the two men made their way into the corridor toward the bedrooms. Once out of sight, he looked down to the woman in his arms. "You okay?"

Helena nodded and let out a shaky breath, "Yeah. It just… caught me by surprise. Poor Piers. I can only imagine what he's going through, having to fight a virus to keep it from overwhelming you." She shook her head as she sat down once again on the love seat, located in between a single and a three seated sofa.

All three sofas were centered in the middle of the room boxed perfectly around a 70'' plasma screen television.

The one story home was neither shabby nor luxurious. It was just a normal wooden home equipped with modern furniture, accessories, and pictures of the Redfield family. The walls were the same shade of blue as the bedrooms, giving off the feeling of serenity. The house was divided into three parts, on the right were the bedrooms, each equipped with its own bathroom; the centered room was the living area, and to the left was the large kitchen.

"He'll be alright." Leon said. Helena nodded and glanced up at the still half naked man. "I noticed there were only two bedrooms. That would mean you and I are going to be sharing, right?" Leon crossed his arms and nodded. "Yes. I don't want you alone. We can set boundaries-" he drifted to a stop as Helena stood and took off in a trek, the chain rattling as it dragged behind her.

Entering the hallway, Helena let out a humorless snort as she caught sight of the radiator up against the wall; tethered to a radiator. Oh how cruel. She entered the first room and sat on the bed with a sigh. She recognized this room as being the one she had awoken in. She said nothing as the bed sank next to her.

"I'm sorry it had to come to this Helena." Leon spoke. "It's just… I refuse to lose you…"

"It's fine. I understand" Helena said, a slight defeated look crossing her features. Truth was, she did understand. She understood others were far off worse than her. Leon blinked; surprised she had given in so easily. He had been expecting… come to think of it, Leon had no idea what he had been expecting. He just knew to expect something.

He pulled her in close, embracing her. Helena wrapped her arms around his torso, his scent filling her nostrils as she placed her face on his strong and hairless chest. How she loved that brawny musky scent of his. It filled her with complete tranquility. His arms around her made her feel so safe and secure. She found herself melting in his arms. He, his very essence, was what she needed, what kept her sane. She inhaled and released a short breath of satisfaction. "I owe you everything."

Leon shook his head. "You owe me nothing." Helena moved back in disbelief. "I owe you nothing? How can you say that? What about everything you do for me? Everything you've done. I've been such a burden, not just to you but Chris as well, and you say I owe you nothing?"

There was nothing in Leon's expression that allowed Helena to decipher what he was thinking. Truth be told, the man was merely trying to keep his emotions intact. He spoke calmly. "Yes. You owe me nothing."

Staring into her eyes, he leaned in close and pressed his lips against hers, softly. Helena's eyes shot open in surprise. What was happening? As seconds progressed he pressed on harder. Helena let out a moan as she deepened the kiss, parting her lips to allow Leon's tongue entrance. She ran her finger through his soft hair as he pressed himself against her.

Helena blinked as she looked into the blue eyes of the blond she had come to love. "You owe me nothing. You are not a burden. You're health and happiness means everything to me." A wave of disappointment flowed through the female as she realized the kiss had been wishful thinking. She tore her gaze away with a frown and merely nodded.

Leon stared at Helena with great intensity. She looked sad, upset. There was really no other way to put it. He placed a hand over her cheek and whispered her name. Helena glanced up to see him leaning in close. She swallowed, her nerves shooting and palms sweating. Her heart began to race. Her stomach fluttered as Leon inched closer and closer, his lips mere inches from hers.

"Don't" she said as she turned her head away. "Don't do something you'll regret." She closed her eyes. Leon sighed and moved back, a melancholic expression crossing his features. "Helena…"

Helena opened her eyes and stood up, her gaze everywhere but on him. "Leon… I…"

Leon took her hand in his. "Look at me" he said. Helena did so. "I…" she choked yet again. "I…" she sighed. She couldn't do it. "I…" she just couldn't bring herself to say the words; the three little words she had wanted to say for the longest time. "I… I'm going to take a bath." With another deep sigh, she averted her eyes and walked into the bathroom.

Leon sighed and ran a hand through his locks. Why had she looked so sad… so distraught? What couldn't she say? Normally, she could tell him anything and he her. So what was it she couldn't say now?

The blond shook his head, trying to clear the many questions rummaging through his mind. Questions such as, why hadn't he said this? Why hadn't he done that? Why? Why? Why? It was always why? If it wasn't if it was why. Why hadn't he told her more? Why had he almost kissed her?

Leon's internal conflicting deliberation stopped suddenly at that last question. Why had he leaned in to kiss her? Was it because the moment called for it? Could that have been it? What else could it have been?

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