Fix You

Here's the next chapter. Sorry it took me a while to upload. I just couldn't figure out how to put this together. Not to mention that my inspiration is dying, which is not good. Plus, there's also college. Ugh. Anyways, sorry if it this chapter isn't that good. I tried. Read on, peeps. Enjoy~

Disclaimer: Uh... I wish I owned Resident Evil and Capcom, but sadly I don't.

~Chapter 7

And I don't care what you might think.

I think you've had too much to drink.

Can't even talk when you're this way.

Leon looked up from his notepad as his cellphone chimed. He took a quick glance at the Asian beauty sleeping peacefully at his side then reached for the device. A text from Chris awaited him. It read, what time are you coming back?

Leon glanced to the top right corner of the screen. He had been gone for several hours, four to be precise. He replied with a simple, Give me another hour. How's Helena?

The reply came seconds later, She's been better. I'll talk to her.

With a sigh, the blond set the mobile aside on the nightstand and returned to the pad in his lap. He looked over what he had written, a grin of satisfaction forming on his lips. Since leaving the home and arriving at the hotel, he'd thought of nothing but Helena. Was she alright? Was she safe? Continuous questions of worry roamed his mind.

It was only during the lustrous act of coitus with Ada did he find his mind free of Helena, free of any thought for that matter. But now, during his stage of resolution, he found himself thinking of her again. Why couldn't he get her out of his mind?

It was then he had a sudden need, a sudden urge, to write. It didn't matter what. He just had to write down words on a piece of paper. And so he did. He found a notepad and did just that. He wrote. He wrote whatever came to mind. Most of it had been on account of Helena added with his feelings of her drinking.

It had been a while since he had sat down and written anything. It was his hobby once but now he lacked time and inspiration. He chuckled. Helena must be his muse.

"What are you doing?" A silk voice purred. Leon set the pen down and turned to the owner of said voice. "I was just jotting down some notes. It's nothing important." He set the pad aside and smiled as he wrapped his arms around her slim waist, pushing her down on the mattress. Ada chuckled and snaked her arms around his neck as her lips met his.

XXX- Chris sighed and stared at the television. Piers sat at his side on the love seat, twiddling his fingers. Helena sat on the single sofa, scowling deeply. It had been a week since moving into the home and already here she was sitting around, waiting. It infuriated her. She loathed this.

The chain around her waist clinked loudly as she stood. Chris turned his attention to her. "Where are you going?" Helena sighed, her face contorting in anger and annoyance, "The bathroom. Do I really need to keep being escorted?"

Chris' gaze landed on her bandaged arms making the female scoff. "Oh come on, it's been a week. I haven't done anything nor am I going to do anything." Chris stood. "One can never be too careful." Helena rolled her eyes. "This is ridiculous. Don't you think if I wanted to hurt myself again I'd have done it by now?"

"I'm just taking precautions Helena. I care about you."

Helena waved him off. "Yeah, yeah. We've been through this. It's for my own good. Blah, blah, blah."

Piers, who had been watching the entire scenario, looked to Chris who seemed completely calm and collected. He then looked to Helena finding it unfair the way they had been treating her. She had seldom privacy, and was only allowed to leave the house if accompanied.

It may have been for her good, but there was still something off setting about it all. He often found himself wondering whether if all of this was really for Helena or for Leon. He watched as Chris followed after Helena, the chain dragging behind her. He sighed and turned back to the television.

Minutes later, Helena stepped out from the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bed with a sigh. She stared at the floor, swinging her feet slightly, and chuckled softly. Chris stood at the door watching her, his expression nonchalant. "What's so funny?"

Helena looked at him. "I keep wondering why I allow myself to be chained. Why I continue to listen to you and Leon. Why I continue to put up with this nonsense."

Chris' brows creased. "Because you subconsciously want to help yourself but are too afraid."

A smiled formed on the female's lips. "Is that what you think?" Chris folded his arms across his bulky, muscular chest. "Do you have another explanation? I was in your shoes once Helena. I suffered from post-traumatic amnesia after a mission in Edonia. I couldn't remember who I was or what had occurred. I was wrecked by this… inexplicable overwhelming guilt, so I ran away, became a violent drunk to dull the pain." He paused to catch his breath.

Helena couldn't imagine the horror of suffering through what Chris had. Waking up to memory loss, going day by day with a guilt you had no idea why you had. It must have been awful. Chris continued. "Piers found me six months later, helped me remember the deaths of my men. He forced me back into action. He forced me to accept responsibility. It was the only way to get my life back. That's what Leon is trying to do for you."

Helena remained silent as she continued to listen to his words. She looked at him, realizing that underneath that hard exterior was a man with heart. A man who had suffered so. A man who had been broken and had been brought back to life, fixed.

She then realized that it was her turn. It was her turn to be fixed. But things were easier said than done. "The pain never really truly goes away, does it?" she said aloud. Chris moved to her side, sitting down on the bed. "No. It remains with you to help you remember what you live for. What you fight for."

Helena looked at him again, her eyes piercing into his. The two turned at the sound of a second voice. "We owe it to our fallen comrades to remember, otherwise their deaths, everything that happened, was all for nothing." Piers stood at the door, watching them. Helena nodded as she took their words into consideration. Perhaps they were right. No. Not perhaps, they were right. She closed her eyes as she released a breath, opening them afterwards, "Thank you."

Chris smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder. Helena lifted her head and smiled as she pulled the soldier into a hug. She then stood and did the same with Piers. Seconds later, she stepped back. "How about I make you boys some dinner?"

Chris grinned and stood up. "I thought you'd never ask." Helena chuckled and walked off to the kitchen, both soldiers trailing behind.

Hours later, it was now night, just nearing 11pm. Helena groaned as she entered the bedroom she shared with Leon, whom still had yet to show his face. She sat on the bed and pulled the chain up on the mattress, taking some weight off her waist. The damn thing was beginning to get heavy.

With a sigh, she lay back on the mattress. She was tired but sleep wouldn't come just yet. As she lay there, staring up into the ceiling, she couldn't help but recall Chris and Piers' words. The pain was never going to leave her but she still had to move on. As much as she wished she could, she couldn't. Something kept holding her back, but what?

Hearing a sudden laugh of amusement, Helena sat up to see Deborah sitting atop the dresser, one leg crossed over the other. "Oh Helena, are you really so afraid of Leon no longer caring for you once you get better? Is that it? Are you afraid he'll stop paying attention to you?"

Could that have been it? Was Helena afraid of Leon leaving and forgetting her once she was able to take care of herself? Was it really that bad of a thing? It scared her how much he affected her. How had this happened?

Deborah laughed again. "My poor dear sister, do you honestly think he cares about you?" Helena grimaced and looked away. Deborah hopped down from the dresser and stepped in front of her. "Think about it Helena" she said as she took hold of the chain and lifted it up to her level. "You're here chained up while he's out having the time of his life, fucking that woman senseless. Now what do you think that says?"

Helena shook her head. "Stop it." Deborah's face inched closer. "Do you think this is normal? Huh? What kind of person chains up someone they care for? Did you ever stop to think that maybe Leon is a sadist and he simply gets off on how much power he has over you?"

Helena covered her ears and shook her head. "No. Stop it." She closed her eyes tightly and breathed heavily. She refused to believe her sisters words. Leon wasn't like that. She knew him. The brunette jumped suddenly as she felt hands on her. Her brown orbs shot open. "L-Leon?" She breathed out.

Leon knelt down in front of her, his face showered in uneasiness and eyes reflecting pure worry. "Are you alright?" He took hold of her hands, squeezing them slightly as if to say he was really there. Helena's gaze drifted around the room in search of her sister who was nowhere to be found.

"Helena?" Leon called. Helena returned her gaze to him, her frantic breathing slowing. A small gasp slipped past her lips as she found herself being pulled up against him. Leon wrapped his arms tightly around her. "It's alright" he whispered.

Helena scowled as she caught scent of Ada on him. Her heart sank. Why had she continued to hold onto to that little bit of hope that they'd be together? Why couldn't she just accept that it was never going to happen?

Anger flared through her. She blinked; shocked at herself at how much this was affecting her. It frightened her how much her emotions controlled her. Her anger then dispersed, replaced by sadness and despair. She closed her eyes as a single tear streamed down her face. She wiped it away and broke the hug she had never returned.

Leon looked at her with a questioning look. "I'm tired" Helena said before he could speak. "It's been a long day." Leon nodded, "Alright. I'm going to take a shower. Get some rest." He stood, straightening himself out, and left for the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Helena sighed deeply and lowered her head into her hands. Why wouldn't these feelings go away? She had never wanted to fall for him. He was only supposed to be a tool to help her in Deborah's rescue. That was all. But irony had to be a bitch and twist everything around. Oh irony, you bitch.

Biting back tears, she stood and stripped out of her sweat clothes, the chain rattling loudly at her movements. She walked to her side of the dresser, the two had agreed to each share a side, and opened the first drawer. She took out her night clothes consisting of a tight fitting black spaghetti strap top and matching tight fitting short shorts.

She slipped them on and then slipped under the covers. She groaned at the ache on her side from the chain. With a sigh, she pulled it up onto the bed and wrapped it around her legs, arms, and torso. The coldness of the chain provided a soothing sensation which eventually lulled her to sleep.

Minutes later, Leon stepped out of the bathroom, his heart warming at the sight of Helena curled up under the covers fast asleep. He had to admit, she looked quite adorable. She looked so serene, at peace, beautiful.

He smiled as he approached the drawer by his side of the bed and switched on the lamp, providing enough light. The patter of his feet on the hardwood floor echoed as he walked around. He closed the bedroom door and flicked the light switch off. He then approached the dresser and opened the first drawer, taking out a pair of boxers, sweats, and a wife beater.

As quietly as he could, he slid on his clothes and dried off his hair with the towel. What a day it had been. He had seen his Asian beauty, spent the day making love, and Leon couldn't be gladder. He let out a tired sigh as he slid into bed, his leg brushing something cold which caused him to jump a bit.

He lifted the covers to check what it had been, only to see the chain wrapped around Helena's body. He frowned. She must be so uncomfortable with it around her, weighing her down. But it was necessary. The blond had told himself that hundreds of times. He reached toward her and carefully unwrapped the chain from around the brunette, his fingers brushing over her soft, smooth skin. She groaned but never woke up. Satisfied, he let the chain drop on the floor.

As he lay back on the bed, his mind had filled with all the worries and burdens he was forced to shoulder on a day to day basis. It was compelling, at times overwhelming. But now at this moment, it was just tiring, exhausting.

As he tried not to dwell on things that couldn't be changed, the blond rolled over and clicked off the lamp. If he spent any more time reflecting on the problems of life, his relationships, his work, all the wrong he had done, all the right, all the people he had saved, all the people he hadn't, he would never sleep. With a yawn, Leon closed his eyes, suppressing all thoughts and drifted into a dreamless sleep.

XXX- "Help me!" Deborah breathed out. She struggled in the hold of the two men. The poor girl was frightened. She looked so scared, so helpless. Helena hopelessly struggled against her binds. "I'm gonna get you out of here Deborah." That was all Helena could do, say comforting things to her sister. That was all. Her world was shattering and she could do nothing about it. "Deborah!" Her wailing screams echoed as she witnessed her sister disappear through the metal door.

"Deborah!" Helena shot up and gasped for breath. The echo of her pounding heart was deafening. Her sweat drenched body shook as she took quick heavy breaths. Her chest tightened as the tears built up.

A light clicked on and soon flooded the room. Leon sat up in bed and placed a hand on the distressed woman's shoulder. Helena jerked from the sudden contact. "Shh. It's alright" Leon spoke softly. A whimper escaped Helena's throat as she flung her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest.

Leon wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back. "It was just a dream. You're fine. I'm right here" he whispered. He leaned back against the headboard and held her as she sobbed.

Everything, her feelings, her troubles, her life, it had all merged together and expanded, growing bigger and bigger to the point where Helena simply felt like she was suffocating and about to burst. Remembering her failure had simply pushed her over the edge yet again. She had become so overwhelmed; she could do nothing but cry.

Cry out of sadness, Out of anger, Out of guilt. She cried for Deborah. She cried for the President. She cried for the victims of Tall Oaks, for the victims of China. She cried for Piers. She cried for Chris. She cried for Leon. But most of all she cried for herself. And with each tear drop, Helena felt a little lighter.

Leon rested his chin a top Helena's head as he continued to rub her back. This had been the first night in weeks where she had woken up in a frantic state. "I'm here" he spoke. He repeated that same phrase every once in a while, knowing all too well she needed to hear it.

During this time, all he could do was hold her, comfort her, whisper soothing things, let her know she was thought of, and cared for. Just be there. And he did all this with warmness in his heart.

Time had passed, how much exactly Leon wasn't sure, but he knew it had been at least an hour or so. Helena's sobbing had drifted to mere whimpers sometime within the hour. He glanced at the clock, seeing it was 2am; as long as Helena was fine, it did not really matter to him if he got sleep or not.

Noticing the silence, he looked down to see Helena looking up at him. A smile curved on his lips. "I know what will make you feel better. Stay here." He sat up and released his hold on her. "I'll be right back." He slid from the bed and stood.

Helena sat, puzzled, and watched as he left the room. She leaned back on the headboard and sighed, wiping her face free of tears. She owed that man so much. Deborah had been wrong about him. No man ever did what he had done; put up with so much, for someone they did not care for.

Minutes later, the man returned with two glasses of milk and something tucked under his arm. "What's all this?" Helena questioned. Leon placed the glasses on the nightstand. "You'll see." He removed the package from under his arm as he sat down on the bed. Helena gasped in delight as she saw what the package contained, "Oreos?!"

Leon chuckled, happy to see her so buoyant now, "You're favorite." Helena sat up straight as she set herself in the lotus position, the action causing her shorts to ride up, with her legs bent with each foot resting on the opposite thigh, her soles facing upward. She smiled. "I can't believe you got me Oreos."

Leon smiled and placed the package of sweets in between them. "Well, they're not all yours." He reached back and took hold of a glass, handing it to the brunette who took it. Helena took a sip and leaned back into the headboard once again. Leon leaned against the headboard as well and stretched his legs out in front of him. He took hold of his glass and sipped it.

"I can't thank you enough" Helena said as she opened the bag. Leon glanced at her as he took a cookie. "They're just cookies." Helena shook her head and lightly shoved him. "You know that's not what I mean." Leon chuckled as he bit down on the treat. "I've told you before. You don't have to thank me. Nor do you owe me anything."

With a grin, Helena reached up to his face and brushed his stubble clean of crumbs. The action sent shivers down the male's spine. She looked into his extravagant blue eyes. She would be nothing if it wasn't for him. "You know, Leon, it's not normal for someone to do things like this without expecting something in return."

Leon reached and took another cookie, holding it out for Helena. "Maybe I'm not normal." Helena chuckled, appreciating his attempts to lighten up their earnest conversation. She took the treat and bit into it as he continued. "Or maybe it's just camaraderie."

Helena's gaze drifted off to the side. As least he feels something. She thought with slight bitterness. She looked at him as she felt his hand on her shoulder. She swallowed as Leon looked at her. "I do expect something from you." He leaned in close. "I expect you to get better and be my partner once the transfer goes through."

Helena blinked. "Y-you filed for my transfer?" The blond nodded. "It shouldn't be too long." Helena blushed, embarrassed. "I guess that means you read my file." Leon rubbed her arm and gave it a light squeeze. "You had your reasons for doing what you did."

Helena let out an outtake of air, "Yeah. I can't control my anger; hence why my superior and co-workers dubbed as the CIA's problem child. And why they transferred me to USSS." Leon shook his head. "No. You're just… overly compassionate, a little fervent."

Helena laughed a bit. "That's a nice way of putting it. I guess. My ex superior, from the CIA, said I was too rash and over emotional. He said I wouldn't last much longer as a government agent. Guess he was right. Got the call earlier, USSS suspended me. But you already knew that, I'm sure." She sighed and took another cookie, biting into it.

She looked down to see Leon's hand resting on her knee, his thumb stroking small circles, causing the brunette to blush, her cheeks gaining a rosy color. She cleared her throat. "I'm sorry." Leon was puzzled, "For what?" Helena looked at him, meeting his gaze, "Everything. And I mean everything."

Leon breathed out softly as he placed a hand upon her cheek, his touch soft, caressing. He gazed upon her, captivated by her beauty. Her eyes were mesmerizing. The way they caught the light and shined, it was beautiful. "You have no idea how happy I am that I didn't lose you Helena. I wouldn't be able to bear it."

Helena smiled warmly and leaned into his touch. She reached up and captured his cheek with her small, soft hand. "You have no idea how much you mean to me." Leon couldn't believe how easy it was to open himself up to this woman. As caring and compassionate as he was, opening up to someone was never easy for him. He would trust people but that didn't mean he found it easy. He would trust them to an extent, But not Helena. She was different. It was true, he had had a bit of trouble trusting her when they had first met, but he had trusted her nonetheless. He had trusted her more than an extent. He had been drawn to her, and that alone was enough.

He leaned in close, his lips mere inches from her glossy lips. Helena drew in a breath and asked suddenly. "Can I ask you something?" Leon leaned back as he broke free of whatever trance he had been caught in. He cleared his throat and lowered his hand from her cheek, "Anything."

Helena did the same and bit her lip. Leon watched and fought back the urge to do the same himself. He instead took to biting a cookie. Helena did the same. "I wanted to ask you… how do you do it? How do you deal with it all? The terror… the death… everything?"

Leon took a sip of his milk before replying. "It comes with the job. You should know that." Helena took another treat and dipped it into her milk, "Yeah. But how do you get over it?" Leon sighed deeply. "You don't. You just learn to cope. I acknowledge everything that happened, the people that died, and accept it. It helps to look for a silver lining."

"Which is?" Helena questioned. Leon rested his hand upon her knee. "Hope. You always have to have hope. Keep it alive. No matter how bad things are, no matter how hopeless they seem. You have to have hope. It's hard. Believe me, I know. For years I have wondered if everything I've done, if living through the same nightmare was worth something, I still sometimes find myself wondering that. But knowing that the world is safe, even if it's just for another day, I'd say it is. It's all that really matters."

Helena nodded as his words sunk in. She smiled. "You're the most hopeful person I know." Leon gave a grin of amusement. "Someone has to be. Though… I haven't always been that way." Helena bit another cookie. "How do you mean?"

Leon paused and sighed. This was quite a touchy subject after all. "I've only told one other person this." Sensing his internal conflict, Helena scooted closer to him and wrapped her arms around his torso as she laid her head on his shoulder.

A small smile formed on the blonde's lips. He leaned his head against hers and spoke. "Sometime after Raccoon City, I contemplated killing myself to escape the nightmare. Even during the incident I thought about it. I had no hope left. I just wanted to get out of the situation. But a very special friend of mine, helped me."

Helena was shocked at the news. She could never imagine a world without Leon. She couldn't imagine her world without him. He looked down to her and continued. "That's when I developed alcoholism. I drank myself into oblivion. But one day I came to realize that my actions weren't helping me or anyone else for that matter. I needed to accept it all. Take responsibility and move on. So I did. It wasn't easy but I did it."

Helena frowned and looked to the floor, knowing full well what he meant to tell her by sharing his story. She needed to accept and take responsibility all over again. It was the only way to move on. Not for his sake, but hers. Helena grimaced as she heard Deborah's mocking laugh.

Sensing her discomfort, Leon squeezed her knee, "You alright?" Helena nodded and put on a smile. "I'm fine." She looked up at him and into his eyes. "You know, I'm really glad we met." Leon smiled, "Likewise. Under different circumstances would have been better."

Helena chuckled and drank, sighing in satisfaction and licking her lips once done. "Actually, I think I prefer the way it happened. We wouldn't be as close if it hadn't." Leon nodded. She did have a point. Regardless of being drawn to her or not, he probably would not care for her as much. He would not hold her so close to his heart. As selfish as it sounded, a part of him was glad for what had happened.

Helena glanced at the clock, seeing it was nearing 4am. "Wow. It's getting pretty late. We should probably get some sleep. I'm sorry for keeping you awake." Leon shook his head. "Don't be." He took hold of her hand and placed a kiss upon it. Helena smiled, "Really Leon, thank you, for tonight."

The two stared at one another, looking into each other's eyes, getting lost in them. Helena bit her lip as Leon leaned in close. He was so hard to resist. She wanted nothing but to kiss those full lips of his. She leaned in close, her lips inches away from his.

The two jumped from a sudden chime. Leon cleared his throat and moved back as he reached for his phone. Allowing herself to pout for a moment, Helena sighed inwardly. She then took hold of the near empty glasses and package of cookies. "I'll just put these back" she said as she slipped out of bed and left the room.

Upon returning, the brunette smiled as she came to the sight of Leon, laid back and fast asleep. She chuckled softly as she approached the male. She took the phone from his hand and pulled the covers up and over his frame.

She looked at the phone in her hand. She knew it was wrong but she just couldn't resist. With a flick of her finger, she turned the screen on and frowned. A message from Ada reflected back at her. It read, Thanks for today. Had a great time. Can't wait for next time.

Wishing she had listened to her better judgment, Helena read the text over and over. She had half a mind to delete the message, but the goodness in her heart kept her from doing so. Even if it filled her with bitterness, she couldn't do it.

With a sigh, she placed the phone down on the nightstand and circled around her side of the bed. She crawled in, wrapped the chain around herself once again and closed her eyes.

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