Fix You

Here's hoping this chapter makes up for my lack of posting. Had some trouble putting it together. I'd like to take a moment to thank my fellow readers who took the time to review. It really means a lot to me. Your reviews give me hope and happiness in knowing that you like my story. As for the rest of readers, won't you take one minute to leave a review and tell me your thoughts on the story. I'd really like to know if you like it or hate it. If you think the characters are too OOC. If there should be more tension between them or if there's enough. Just really give me your thoughts and opinions. I'm still taking requests in case anyone is interested. Let me know what you want to see between these two. It could be anything. In fact, here's a little challenge. Can anyone come up with the cutest scenario between these two? If I love it I shall post it and give you credit.

~Chapter 8

As morning arrived, the sun shined brightly with its rays peeking in through the open blinds and settling on the sleeping blonde's face, waking him from his slumber. The male inhaled deeply, taking in the smell of pine carried in the breeze. The chirping of the birds filled his ears.

Leon exhaled in content and opened his blue orbs, his lips forming a smile. What a great, peaceful way to wake up. He checked the time, seeing it was nearing 9am. This had been the first time in years he had slept in. It felt… strange… in a good way and as much as the male wanted to bask in this ambiance, he knew it was impossible. He would eventually have to get up and start the day.

Glancing to Helena's side of the bed, he jolted up at finding it empty. "Helena?" His voice was lathered in worry and fear. He looked around the empty room in concern. In a flash he swung his legs over the side of the bed and hurried out of the room. He rushed down the hall and into the living room, finding it empty as well.

A sweet smell then hit his nostrils. Taking a big whiff, the male followed the scent into the kitchen. Helena stood in front of the stove, her back to him. She wore still, the black spaghetti strap and matching short shorts. She turned as she felt his presence. "Morning" she greeted in a slightly monotone manner. "Hungry? I made breakfast."

Leon blinked, clearly not expecting the sight. Nor was he no longer accustomed to waking up to a woman cooking. Helena set a plate of pancakes on the table, looking up at him with concern. "You okay?" Leon cleared his throat and nodded as he came out of his stupor. "Sorry. I'm just not use to this."

Helena shrugged. "Well you're never really around much and when you are it's not for long. I cook for Chris all the time." Leon frowned at her words. That had always been a problem for him, his absence. Work had always been his first priority and would always remain his priority, but somehow the blond knew this absence was not what she meant.

Helena filled a glass with milk and placed it on the table. "Sit. Eat." Leon looked at her, his eyes meeting hers. Neither could decipher what the other was thinking, their faces were free of any indication. Helena sighed, "Humor me." Leon nodded and looked down to the golden puffs of batter. His stomach grumbling as the heavenly scent of the pancakes entered his nose. "Thanks. You shouldn't have" He said as he sat down.

The brunette chuckled with slight mirth as Leon took a knife and fork and dug in, nodding in approval as his mouth flooded with rich extravagant flavors. "Delicious" he commented.

Helena turned and walked to stand in the doorway. She leaned against the jam with her arms folded over her chest. She watched him, a smile still tugging at her lips. "Glad you like them." Leon sat in silence as he ate, enjoying every bite. He looked up to the brunette as he felt her eyes on him, "Something on your mind?" Choosing to ignore his question, Helena straightened out. "I'm going to get changed. Enjoy your grub." With that, she walked off.

Leon watched her. Was it merely him or was Helena acting a tad bit strange? For a moment he thought things were good. She had seemed to be doing better. But now… it was unsure. Something was definitely off. She seemed content but also distant. Question was, why? Had something happened?

Leon sighed and took several more bites of his breakfast. He was beginning to grow antsy with worry as minutes passed without Helena's return. Could she possibly be trying to hurt herself again? It was still too early to tell if she would or wouldn't.

He sighed in relief as he heard the approaching footsteps and chain. He looked back as she entered, dressed in casual clothing consisting of a white tight fitting wife beater and a pair of jeans. "Welcome back stranger" Leon greeted as he looked her over. She wore light makeup, which he liked to see on her, and her hair was up in a ponytail. There was also something attractive about her choice of attire. The jeans were tight and form fitting making her legs look longer. The heels she wore with them somehow gave off a sexy vibe. He realized he liked how she looked in jeans and heels; the wife beater was somehow a plus.

Helena smiled but said nothing. She stopped in front of the sink and began to gather the dirty dishes. Leon watched her. "Where's Chris?" He drank the last of his drink and stood, the chair scraping behind him. "Training with Piers" Helena replied as she turned the faucet on. "Dr. Aleksey called. It's time to get my stitches removed." She turned and gasped slightly as her body pressed up against the males.

She looked up over his towering figure. Leon's eyes bore into hers with such intensity. Heat radiated between the two, making Helena's body shiver in anticipation. Leon reached for her waist, the action causing the brunette to stiffen. "What are you doing?" she spoke, her voice soft. Her heart raced, the thrum of each beat echoing in her ears. Her palms had grown sweaty and her breath hitched.

A click was heard, followed but a thud. Helena suddenly felt lighter. She looked down to herself to see the chain on the floor. She looked up to the male, her expression confused. "Can't have you going into the city with a chain around you" Leon elucidated. "I'll take care of the dishes." He gently pushed the flustered brunette aside.

Helena shook her head, feeling her sudden rush come down. "Think I can borrow your car?" Leon chuckled softly as he rinsed off the little dishes. "No need. I'm taking you." Helena sighed. "I don't need you to take me. I can drive myself. I'm not a child." Leon looked at her. "No one said you were. You just can't be alone right now. Not until you get better."

Helena rolled her eyes and scoffed. She leaned against the counter and shook her head. "You know what, it doesn't even matter. You'll be leaving soon anyway." Leon raised a brow at her comment. He turned as she walked away to stand by the doorway. "Where am I going?"

Helena huffed. "Let's just go." She turned and walked off. Leon sighed and finished the last of the dirty dishes. "Let me get dressed first."

XXX- After an hour, Leon and Helena continued their trip to town. Helena grumbled as she picked at the bandages, "Such a nuisance." Leon swatted at her hands. "Stop picking at them" he scolded. Helena sighed and folded her arms over her chest, her body sinking into the seat. She looked out the window, taking in the view of the country.

Silence had once again lapsed between them. Leon occasionally glanced at the brunette but the action was yet again never returned. The blond sighed. This was that night all over again; the night of that dreadful fight. Helena was angry and Leon was left in the dark as to why. Had he done something wrong? Why were women so confusing? Deciding he had nothing to lose, Leon cleared his throat. "Helena…"

"Hmm?" Helena hummed in acknowledgement, keeping her eyes on the view. Leon swallowed the forming lump in his throat and spoke. "Are you okay? You've been acting a little strange since this morning. As of last night I thought we were on good terms… did something happen?"

Helena was silent for a moment before speaking. "What about Ada?" Leon blinked. Ada? What did she have to do with this? "What about Ada?" he questioned. Helena shook her head. "Forget it." It was obvious the blond was oblivious.

She closed her eyes and took a breath. It was now or never. All morning the same question had been in her mind. She had to ask. "What kind of love would you say you and Ada have?"

She chuckled as the vehicle swerved slightly. She knew she had no right to ask such questions, but she wanted to know, needed to. Leon did a double take, looking twice at the brunette with a confused look, "What?"

Keeping her eyes forward, she took another breath and began to explain her meaning behind her sudden question. "Well, according to Sternberg's Theory of Love, there are three types: Passionate, Intimate, and Companionate. Passionate is physical attraction, you know just sex. Intimate is more meaningful, its where two people are physically close without having sex. Companionate is commitment, loyalty." She looked at him. "So which is it? Are you just fuck buddies or is there something actually there?"

Leon clenched his jaw and gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles whitening. So that was it. Ada was bothering Helena yet again. Keeping his eyes on the road, he responded with a hard and rough, "Why are you doing this?"

Helena blinked. "Doing what? It's just a question."

"No." Leon's tone was stern, angry. "You're prodding. Look, Helena, my personal life is my business, No one else's. It has always been something that has been questioned for years by the people closest to me. Quite frankly I've grown sick of it and I sure as hell don't need it from you. We've been through this. You know I love Ada and nothing is ever going to change that."

Helena said nothing. What could she say? She shook her head slightly and fought back tears as her heart sank. Not only had she just been chastised but she had managed to anger the man she cared for the most. She sighed inwardly. Why couldn't she just leave it alone? With a deep breath, she forced her feelings down.

The pair reacted to a sudden chime, both reaching for their phones at the same time. Helena was a bit surprised to see it was her mobile device going off. It was seldom when she received any calls or messages. She tapped the screen, placing the call on speaker, and spoke. "Yes?"

"Hey Helena, its Richard" a deep husky voice rang. Leon raised a brow but said nothing. "Richard…?" Helena said as she attempted to recall the name. "We spent the night together two weeks ago" Richard said. Helena nodded as the memory came back. "Oh right. Richard. Hi."

A chuckle came from the other end. "Glad you remember me. Listen, I was wondering if you wanted to get together again." Helena smiled and chuckled, "You don't waste any time, do you?"

"Not at all. When there's something I want, I go for it." Richard laughed. Helena soon joined him.

Leon cleared his throat as a jolt of jealousy and anger rushed through him. The laughter stopped. Richard's voice sounded hesitant as he spoke after a few seconds of silence. "Is there something with you?"

Helena glanced at Leon and swallowed, "Yeah… a friend. How about I get back to you later?"

"Sure. I'll give you a call."

The line was then cut off. Helena cleared her throat as she pocketed the device. "Who was that?" Leon questioned, his voice gruff. Helena was surprised at his tone. "Let's not make a big deal about it. He's just some guy." She gasped as the blond roughly and suddenly drove the vehicle off the road, coming to a quick stop.

Without a word, Leon stepped out and slammed the door shut. His boots crunched on the gravel as he stormed off to the grassy fields. Helena sat dumfounded. What had just happened? She looked to the blond who stood by a tree, leaning against it with an arm resting upon it. He lowered his head onto his arm, looking conflicted, as if struggling with something within himself.

With a sigh, the brunette stepped out of the vehicle and approached him. "What's wrong Leon?" The male looked up to her and sighed. "It's you." Helena flinched in a grimace. Ouch. That was like a slap to the face. She formed a fist and did her best to remain unscathed. "Me? What does that mean?"

Leon shook his head. "It's him." He turned away and looked to the distance, seemingly in his own world. Who was this Richard? What made him so special? Was he the one who stayed up at night while Helena bawled her eyes out? Was he the one risking and sacrificing? Was he the one giving his all to make sure of her well-being, putting her first? No. It was all him. So just who was this guy to come in and take his place?

"Him?" Helena shook her head. His tacit rum behavior was beginning to alarm her. "Leon you're not making sense. Are you… jealous of Richard or something?" Leon looked at her, his eyes narrowing. Jealous? Leon could almost laugh. Ha! "No. I… just don't want you to be a carnal activity. His…"

Helena couldn't help but let out a short humorless laugh. "You and Ada do the exact same thing. Why should I be any different?" The male sighed in frustration. "This isn't about her or me." Helena sighed in exasperation. "Then what is it about because I am really confused."

Leon stepped close to her, towering over her. His eyes bore into hers in a scrutinizing manner, "Us." Helena swallowed the lump in her throat as the two kept eye contact. Before his mind could register his next words, Leon spoke again. "I don't want you sleeping with him or anyone for that matter."

Helena scoffed her eyes wide in disbelief. "Are you being serious right now?" Leon thought over her words and nodded. "I am." Helena shook her head. "You can't tell me what to do. You are not my father, nor my boyfriend. If I want to fuck someone, I will."

She gasped as Leon grabbed her arms and forced her up against the tree. For a moment they stayed perfectly still with only tension in the air. In an instant, Leon's lips were pressed firmly against hers. Helena's first reaction was to freeze up completely, as she felt her heart thump roughly in her chest with the immediate quickening of her pulse. She could only stare with a mixture of shock and stunned vacancy. She then placed a hand on his strong chest and pushed him back. "What are you doing?"

Leon lowered his gaze, his brow furrowing. He shook his head slightly as it all settled in his mind. "I don't know." He blinked as Helena shoved her mouth into his so hard it hurt. He returned the gesture, deepening the kiss with a passionate fire.

This was blissful, bittersweet, yet so good. His tongue nipped at her lips, asking for entrance. Helena complied, her tongue dancing around with his. Their lips, bodies, and hands all moved together in perfect sync and not for a moment separated.

Wanting to feel more of her, Leon ran his hands down her tight body and reached back behind her legs. His strong hands gripped her firm butt as he lifted her up, pinning her against the tree. Helena moaned into his mouth as he began to grind his hips into hers. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, her arms snaking around his neck. She pressed her body against his.

Leon drew in a sharp breath at the pleasing swell of her breasts flattening against his chest. It was nostalgic, pure pleasure and rapture. He groaned in frustration as a ringing sounded. Panting heavily, the two broke apart. Helena removed herself from his grasp and stepped back. Flushed and flustered, she watched as he pulled out his phone.

Looking at the screen, a sigh slipped past his lips. It was only a text message from Hunnigan telling him to call her. He pocketed the device and cleared his throat as he looked at the brunette. "We should get going." He turned and walked off with Helena following after.

Back on the road, both agents sat rigid as they stared ahead. Neither was sure of what to make of what had just happened. Both were unsure of what to say, or if anything should be said. As the realization sunk in, it them both like a ton of bricks.

Leon was ashamed he had let his guard down. Ashamed he had let himself get lost in the moment. No matter how good the moment was. It was all spiraling out of control. He was spiraling out of control. He gripped the wheel tightly and kept his eyes on the road.

Helena allowed herself a glance at the male. She was more confused now than ever. What kind of game was Leon trying to play? Why would he kiss her if he had just said he loved Ada? But then again, a kiss did not necessarily mean love. It could have just been an act of lust, a sort of spur of the moment. If that was true, then that kiss meant nothing.

She sighed inwardly. This was so infuriating. She glanced at him one more time. He looked so sexy in the grey form fitting t shirt he wore. She wanted him now more than ever. "You're playing with fire Helena" Deborah's voice echoed in her mind. Helena lowered her gaze. Her sister was right. She was playing with fire and she was going to get burned. She cleared her throat, gaining the blonde's attention. "Are we… going to talk about what happened back there?"

Leon sighed. "What happened back there was just a mistake, a moment of weakness. It never should have happened. I shouldn't have led you on. I'm sorry."

Helena swallowed. "So that's it? Just a mistake? You felt nothing at all?"

"Stop fueling the fire Helena" Deborah said. Helena pushed her to the back of her mind. "No" Leon said. His grip on the wheel tightened more as he heard himself lie through his teeth. He had no other choice. He couldn't bear to hurt Helena. He liked Ada. No, loved. He loved Ada. He had to stick with her. "I don't want things to change between us though."

Helena lowered her gaze to the floor, her nails sinking into her skin as her hands clenched into fists. "They won't. You'll continue to screw around. I'll stay chained to the radiator." Leon grimaced at her words. "Helena."

Helena reached forward and turned on the radio. Leon had grown to learn that was her tactic to drop a subject. He sighed and said nothing else. Helena folded her arms over her chest and stared out the window. She had gotten burned, bad.

XXX- Leon stopped the vehicle in front of the building. "Go on ahead. I'll find a parking space and meet you inside." Helena shook her head. "No, that's alright. I was told it would be quick. You can just wait in the car. Plus, I'm in the hospital so if I hurt myself I think I'll be good." She let out a short chuckle but stopped at the serious look on Leon's face who found no humor in her joke. Helena looked away and stepped out of the truck, shutting the door behind her. She sighed and shook her head as she watched him go.

Things were never going to be the same between, not after that kiss. He may have said it meant nothing, but that wasn't the case for her. It had been so hot and heated. He had to have felt something. She shivered as she remembered his lips against hers. It had felt so good, so perfect. She had completely lost it at how close their bodies had been and when his hands had gripped her butt. She groaned. Things were definitely going to complicate from here on. It seemed they might even take a turn for the worst. With another sigh, the brunette turned and entered the building.

Leon sighed as he shut the engine off and hit the wheel in frustration. His mind was in the gutter. He couldn't stop thinking about that heated kiss; her soft plump lips against his. The way her breasts felt against his chest. How firm and tight her butt had been. Those long legs wrapped around him. He groaned and shook his head.

What was wrong with him? This wasn't like him. This wasn't right. This was Helena. He should not be thinking such thoughts, behaving in such ways. But just the thought of another man touching her sent him over the edge. He had never been filled with such jealousy before. It was intense. Something had overcome him. Something he had no control over. It had been impulse, instinct, Just a lustrous act of passion. An act he wanted to repeat.

He sighed as his phone rang once again. He took a deep breath as he composed himself, clearing his throat as he took the call. "Kennedy."

"Agent Kennedy."

Leon knew this voice well. It belonged to the current head of the DSO, Liam Davis.

"Director Davis."

"We have a new assignment for you. You will receive a briefing at 0900 hours tomorrow."

Leon nodded, "Understood sir." He sighed upon hanging up. Another mission. He would normally never think twice about them, but now with his preoccupied mind, it was going to be a bit difficult. But perhaps some time away would serve him good. Help him get his mind straight. A sudden thought entered his mind. What about Helena? He couldn't simply pack up and leave. But he also couldn't neglect his job.

He looked to the device in hand as it rang yet again. He groaned in frustration, having half a mind to toss it out the window. Taking a deep breath, he answered. "Kennedy."

"You sound like you have a lot on your mind."

Leon couldn't help but smirk. "You always did know me better than I knew myself at times."

Hunnigan chuckled softly. "I did." A silence lapsed between them as the two shared a moment of reminiscence of their past relationship. Soon after, Hunnigan cleared her throat. "I have news on your mystery number."

"Do tell" Leon said. The FOS agent spoke. "The number was traced to a Thomas Lexington, a multi billionaire and CEO to NECON." Leon raised a brow in question, "NECON?"

"It's a pharmaceutical company that makes insulin for diabetes" Hunnigan replied. "Anyway, his records show no activity or connection towards Helena or bioterrorism. This guy is clean. Peculiar, I know."

Leon rubbed his chin as he took in the information, his mind making attempts to piece it together, "A set up?"

"Possibly. That's all the information we have so far."

Leon nodded, "Whoever is behind this had to have known Helena's personal information."

"I know. I'll let you know as soon as we find out more."

"Alright."

The line was soon disconnected. The blond rubbed his temples, willing a headache away. At least there had been some progress. Hearing the passenger door open, he looked to see Helena entering and sliding in. She settled on the seat and buckled herself in. "Want to get some lunch?"

Leon glanced down to her wrists, seeing them stitch and bandage free; only a scar was visible on her clear skin. He nodded and started the ignition. "Sure. Did everything go okay?" The car screeched as it pulled out of the parking lot.

Helena nodded, "Yeah. I met my therapist. Turns out he's an old friend of mine from college. He wants to get together tomorrow and start our session." Leon nodded and swallowed the forming lump in his throat. Why did it have to be a man? "Alright. You can use my car. I'll be leaving again on a mission."

Helena perked at the news. "Oh? Where to?" Leon chuckled softly. "That's confidential. Plus, I haven't been briefed yet. I'm sure I won't be gone for more than a couple of days. Will you be okay on your own?"

Helena nodded. "Yes. I won't be entirely alone you know. Everything will be fine." She took his hand in hers. "Just be careful." Leon intertwined their fingers, "Always." The mere touch from the other sent pleasuring chills down the others spine. Things were really never going to be same.

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