Fix You

Here's hoping this chapter makes up for my lack of posting. I had a little trouble thinking up some stuff for this chapter. Not to mention that I also started working on other scenes for this story. But alas, I have completed yet another chapter.

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~Chapter 10

The drive down the desert road was bumpy and rough. The sun was still high and temperatures still sizzled. The white ford traveled down the large desert at full speed. Rock n' Roll played through the speakers of the old cramped truck. In the driver's seat was the young man from the video. Occupying the far end of the seat was the blond and in between the two sat the female.

Leon had taken to staring out the window, his thoughts inadvertently drifting to Helena. What could she be doing? Was she alone? Was she alright? Oh how he missed her so. He longed to see her and hold her in his arms. The male shook his head clear and sighed inwardly. Now was not the time to preoccupy his mind. He needed to stay sharp.

Cassandra held her breath as she was forced to endure the awful stench of whiskey and cigarettes reverberating off the young driver. For the past hour the two had taken to casual small talk and for that same hour the poor woman had had to have faux interest. "How long have you been in the Resistance?" Cassandra queried.

The man, whom had called himself Buck, flashed a crooked smile. The female fought back a gag at the rotting teeth. "All my life" he responded. He placed a hand on her knee; his skin was rough and clammy against the smoothness of the female's skin. He gave a wink as he slid said hand up the woman's thigh.

Leon turned his attention to the two as he felt the female agent tense up. He looked to see the action and frowned in disapproval. He cleared his throat, sending a glare the man's way. Buck instantly removed his hand and placed it back on the steering wheel. The blond turned his body to face the two. "Are we almost to headquarters?" he questioned.

Buck kept his eyes on the road. "Not yet. We're meeting with some coyotes on our payroll to pick up some merchandise coming in today." Leon raised a brow, "You pay smugglers to bring people across the border? I thought you did that on your own." Buck scoffed, "Heck no! Why do the dirty work yourself when you can pay some poor fool to do it for you?" Leon nodded at the answer then continued his interrogation. "How do you manage to get them through customs undetected?"

Buck grinned. "Easy. We have a mutual agreement with Customs." Cassandra spoke, "Mutual agreement?" She cringed and shuddered in disgust as the man spit out the window. It was revolting when men did that. "As long as we pay customs they won't give us any trouble." With a prideful smile, Buck laughed.

Leon narrowed his eyes and wrinkled his nose. As much as he disliked this man he could not hate him. All he could feel for him was pity. The poor boy never had a chance. Having been born and raised in a hateful environment, taught to hate any other race but his, he simply did not know any better. It was quite sad really.

The laughter soon died down to a mere chuckle which then turned into a sigh. Buck soon settled and looked to the two new members. These folk sure were different than what he was used to. "So, how'd you two get involved with us?" He looked to Cassandra, raising a brow.

Cassandra looked to Leon then back to Buck. It seemed now was the time to recite the back stories they each had been given and she was to go first. Clearing her throat, the female shifted in her seat and began once comfortable. "I use to work Border Patrol a couple of years ago." She frowned, as if remembering brought great displeasure.

"We would catch ten to fifteen Mexicans a day. I hated that we had to let them go, knowing all too well they would simply return with more of them the next day. Every day they would scatter like cockroaches through the desert and I was forced to play a game of cat and mouse, chasing them around. It was like a joke to them, a game." She released a small angry growl. "They made me feel like my job was worthless, like I was worthless, just wasting my time." She sighed deeply. "Eventually I grew tired of being made a mockery of and grew to resent my job so one day I just up and quit; Figured if I wanted to rid the world of Mexicans, joining the Resistance was the best way to do it."

Buck scoffed and shook his head, "The scum. The nerve they have. They think they have every right to sneak into our country and start a life here. You did the right thing in joining Rose." Cassandra nodded and remained silent. If she had spoken, her mouth would have gotten the best of her. As a professional, she knew she had to keep quiet, hold back, and finish the job no matter how uncomfortable and unmoral it was.

Buck gave another crooked smile then looked to Leon. "What about you Jack? What's your story?" Leon cleared his throat as he rehearsed the story he had memorized one last time. It was during times like these where he was thankful for his drama days during high school.

With a pained and displeasured look, he began his tale. "I came from an all American rich family. My father owned a very successful construction company." He paused to reel the male in and sighed softly. "I was raised by my nanny Maria. We treated her well, made her part of the family. I thought she was a good honest woman."

He formed his hands into fists. "One day, unexpectedly, she went to the authorities claiming she had been forced into slave labor." He scoffed. "She even had the audacity to claim my father had raped her." He shook his head, anger rising in his voice. "My father's reputation was ruined. No one would hire him and we eventually lost everything. And it was all because of her. That woman betrayed us and she got off easy. I had to get revenge." His body shook. "Standing over her body, covered in her blood, I realized something… Killing her wasn't enough. Just knowing that there are others out there in the world just like her… they all needed to be punished."

Buck nodded in agreement. "I hear you man. The world needs to be cleansed of those scums, those vermin; Every last one of them. Minorities are ruining this country. This country used to be great, but now it's nothing but a joke. The USA needs to go back to the way it used to be, just us white folk."

Leon clenched his jaw and forced back the need, the desire, to reach over and pound this man's skull in. But, much like Cassandra, he was a professional. Even if he had to go against his morals, he had a job to finish. He took a breath and reached to the necklace, giving it another squeeze.

"Alright" Buck spoke. "See that truck up ahead, those are the coyotes." Leon and Cassandra stirred, seeing a red truck of the same model as the one they currently rode in parked a few hundred yards away.

The two agents nodded and sat back. Within minutes, the truck came to a sudden stop. Buck shifted the gear into park and stepped off with a sigh. He walked to the front of the vehicle and waited.

From the red truck, two men stepped out. One glance was all the agents needed to know the two smugglers were of high class. They both wore rich extravagant western clothing, cowboy hats, and boots. It was clear they lived the high life, without a care in the world.

Leon shook his head. "How could they do this to their own people, and all for money? It's sickening." Cassandra nodded in agreement. "Greed is such an ugly thing." The two sat in silence as they watched Buck converse with the oldest of the two men.

The blond cleared his throat, gaining the female's attention. He looked at her with a stern look on his face. "Stay in the truck." Without waiting for a response, he opened the door and stepped out, closing the door behind him. His footsteps on the dirt gained the attention of the three men.

Leon bobbed his head in greeting as he approached and moved to stand behind Buck, his role being Buck's right hand man. The two smugglers returned the gesture then turned their attention back to Buck. The older man, who looked no older than forty, spat on the ground, then spoke in his Spanish native tongue, "Where is the money?"

Buck grinned and folded his arms over his chest, speaking in the same tongue with a slight accent. "You'll get your money once I get the merchandise." The man turned to his young partner and nodded.

The youngster, appearing to be at least sixteen, looked at Leon and gestured with his hand for him to follow. Leon exhaled softly and followed, heading straight to the back of the red truck. He raised a brow upon seeing a blue plastic cover over the bed of the vehicle.

The boy grasped the cover and pulled it off in one swift movement. The blonde's eyes widened upon coming to the sight of several men, women, and children all huddled together, stashed away. They all looked exhausted and frightened. The elders of the bunch looked to be on the brink of death.

What had happened to these people? How long had they been under the cover? How long had they been without food or water? It must have been blazing underneath that cover. Leon gritted his teeth in anger. These people could have died from dehydration or possibly heat exposure and no one seemed to care. What was wrong with this picture?

The young smuggler hit the side of the truck as he began to bark out orders. "Come on, move it! Everybody off! Let's go!" The exhausted Mexicans all slowly stood, some with a struggle. Groans and moans rumbled in their throats and slipped past their lips as they slowly climbed out of the truck.

With no patience, the boy took hold of a few people and pulled them out roughly, uncaring of their well-being. Grunts of pain were heard as they hit the hot desert ground. Keeping a straight face, Leon followed the lead in pulling them out, albeit he in a much gentle manner.

Deep remorse filled the blond. These poor people had traveled a long way from home in hopes of finding a better future, and knowing what lay ahead for them hurt the male greatly. As much as he wanted to set things right, he knew he could not. The time to take action was not right.

Having been avoiding eye contact, Leon looked up as he felt a hand clamp around his wrist. An older woman looked upon him, her brown eyes filled with terror. "Please" She spoke in rough English. "Help us." Leon directed his gaze and said nothing. This was eating at his soul and conscience much more than he thought.

The woman suddenly cried out as she toppled to the ground from the force of the strong push she had received from the smuggler. "Move!" he vociferated. He spat, as if reminding them that they were nothing. They were the dirt under his boots, something to step on. The flock of people moved past the fallen woman, neither person neither saying a thing nor even sparing a glance.

Leon bent down and helped the woman up, pulling her by her arm. He looked up as the boy directed his call to him. "Come on white boy, let's go!" Understanding the tone and gesture but not what was said, the blond sighed deeply, forcing back a grumble. He followed the herded Mexicans to the back of Buck's truck and began to load them onto it. The boy left the man alone and joined his elder companion once again.

"Fifteen Mexicans as promised" the older smuggler spoke, watching as the people were loaded onto the vehicle. "Where's my money?" Buck chuckled, "You greedy bastards. That's all I ever hear from you. Where's my money? You people make me sick. I'll get your damn money."

He turned and walked back to the truck. Cassandra watched as Buck opened the door and reached underneath the seat. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of a Remington 870 shotgun. "What are you doing?" she queried.

Buck grinned, "Just giving these no good beaners what's coming to them." He winked and cocked the gun, pumping it. Without warning, he turned the weapon on the two smugglers, firing off two shots.

Cassandra jumped at the loud noise. She then screamed from the unexpected and sudden bang behind her. She turned to see Leon, who had immediately reacted to the gunshots, standing at the door. "You alright?" he spoke. Deep concern was etched on his face. Cassandra released a breath and nodded.

Leon nodded and moved, "Buck!" He stopped as he came to the sight of the young male rummaging through the pockets of the two bodies. He sighed. "What happened?" Buck smiled as he glanced up at the blond. "I just got tired of looking at their ugly faces."

He chuckled as he stuffed the cash he had found into the pocket of his overalls. "Relax. We'll have two new smugglers by tomorrow morning." With a grunt, he stood from his kneeling position. "Let's get going. Pops is anxious to meet ya." He turned and walked off, back toward the truck.

Leon looked to the bodies and sighed deeply. Both had been shot and had their heads practically blown off, only chunks remained. He could have saved them. His cover would probably have been blown and the mission sabotaged, but at least two lives would have been saved, no matter if they did not deserve it. A life is a life.

Leon looked to the sky. Undercover work was no walk in the park. It was hard, but if sacrificing a few lives meant saving more, then it was something that had to be done.

XXX~ Chris knocked on the door to Helena's apartment, announcing his arrival. It was dark out, the sun having set hours ago. The sounds coming from inside the apartment were loud and muffled, so Chris merely let himself in.

"Helena?" he called. The lights were on and music played, but the brunette was nowhere in sight. Chris scanned the area, alarmed. Stepping in more, he turned at the distinct sound of a growl, his eyes settling on a grey Alaskan malamute puppy. With a small yippy bark, the puppy hopped off the couch and charged, latching onto the male's pants. Chris raised a brow as he watched the small fluffy pup pull on the material with a growl.

Helena stepped from the kitchen, a bottle of wine and two glasses in hand. She blinked upon seeing the large man. "Chris?" The soldier turned at the sound of his name. "What are you doing here?" the brunette inquired.

Chris bent down and picked up the puppy. He looked to the woman and frowned. "I got your message." Helena tilted her head slightly, "Message?" Thinking back, she nodded as recognition overcame, "Right." She had sent him a message, hours ago after her encounter with Ada.

Chris cleared his throat, "I'm sorry for not responding. Piers collapsed during field training." Helena frowned in worry, "Is he okay?"

"Doctors are still checking his progress but he should be okay." His eyes drifted to the bottle, brows furrowing in disapproval, "You've been drinking." Helena lowered her gaze, "Not since this afternoon."

Before Chris could respond, a tall lanky man emerged from the hallway. His skin was fair, his features sharp. His dark bangs fell to the side of his face as the majority of his hair was parted and swept up to the right. The man was young and stunning. He approached the brunette, placing a hand on her arm.

"Helena-" he started but stopped upon seeing Chris. "Oh. Hello." Helena shook her head, apologizing. "I'm sorry, uh, Chris this is Malcolm. He's my-" The man introduced as Malcolm nudged her aside and stepped forward, his hand outstretched. "Malcolm Emerson. I'm her therapist."

Having caught sight of the action, Chris creased his brows and took hold of the man's hand roughly, tightening his hold and crushing his hand slightly. "Why would a therapist see a patient off the clock?" Malcolm winced and retracted his hand, shaking it slightly. "Well, Helena called me, said she needed someone to talk to a.s.a.p. So here I am." He looked the soldier from head to toe and back, raising an eyebrow in a judgmental manner. "I see you met Nanook."

Chris looked down to the puppy who had taken it upon himself to chew on the man's large fingers. "Yeah" he said in a gruff voice. Malcolm turned back to Helena. "Well, I should get going." He pulled her into a tight embrace. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Helena nodded, "Alright." Chris shook his head in disapproval as the two walked past him and toward the door. He made way to the living room and sat down, placing the pup in his lap. Nanook growled and gnawed more, his teeth barely pinching his skin.

The male chuckled softly, "You're kind of cute." He looked up as Helena sat down beside him. "Want some wine?" she offered. He nodded. "I could use some." Helena took the bottle and began to pour the liquid into the two glasses. "So, when did you get a dog?" he inquired.

Helena placed the bottle back on the coffee table. "An old woman gave him to me earlier, said she couldn't take care of him anymore." She took hold of her glass and lifted her legs onto the sofa, leaning back into the cushion. "So how are you Chris?"

Chris placed the pup down on the carpet and took his glass, sipping it. "Never mind me. More importantly, how are you? Your message said you had a confrontation with Ada. What happened?" Helena sighed and took a long sip, pushing down feelings of anger and resentment. "I don't want to talk about it anymore. Let's just say there was a confrontation but nothing too drastic."

Chris leaned forward placed his glass of wine on the table, "Alright. But are you okay now?" Helena smiled and ran a hand through the male's soft brown hair once he had settled back into the sofa. "I'm fine." She leaned forward and placed a kiss on his cheek.

At the close proximity, heat resonated between the two. Helena looked into the males eyes with lust and in sudden act she pressed her lips against his, a small moan leaving her throat. She placed her glass on the table as she settled herself over the large male's lap, slowly grinding her hips into his groin, awakening the flaccid member.

Chris released a moan as the warm sensation caused all rational thought to disperse. He slipped his large hands into Helena's shirt, roaming and feeling the soft smooth skin. The grinding continued as the touching began to intensify. Helena's hands were wandering the male's chest while his were making its way up her back.

Chris snapped his eyes open as reason struck. Turning his head away, he broke the kiss. "Wait, Helena. This isn't right. Remember what happened last time." Helena stopped her actions, looking down at the male, her brows furrowed.

What was she doing? The realization of the mistake that had almost occurred again stopped the woman cold. "You're right." She removed herself from the male's lap and sat down on the sofa. "I'm sorry." Chris took her hand. "It's alright. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't mind doing it again but it wouldn't be right. You and I are friends, nothing else. And I couldn't do that to Piers."

Helena nodded, "I understand. I'm sorry. I guess I just needed to feel the weight of a man on me." She directed her gaze away in embarrassment and shame. Chris gently squeezed her hand, showing her she had nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about. "I know it's not easy being sex deprived."

Helena gave a small smile and chuckled softly, "No. It's not." The two directed their gaze down as they heard a soft bark. Nanook pulled on Chris' pant leg once again. "He must really hate these pants" the soldier said. Helena laughed at his comment and picked up the pup. "It would seem so."

She lapsed into silence as she pet her new companion, listening to the music currently playing on the stereo. A dark tune began and was followed by a woman's soulful sullen voice.

Black, black is love's potion

We drink; we drink from its wells

And in their name, let's drink to true love

For a toad and a scorpion fell…

"The Scorpion and the Frog" Chris spoke as he listened to the depressing tune. Helena nodded, "It was one of Deborah's favorites." She took hold of her glass and sipped at the wine, giving a small sigh of satisfaction. "I can't help but think of Leon and Ada with this song."

Chris raised a brow and reached for his wine. "Enlighten me." Helena sighed, her fingers scratching behind the pup's ears. Nanook gave a small happy whimper, his puffy tail wagging fast. "Well, it's in the scorpion's nature to kill. It's irrepressible, no matter the consequences."

The male nodded, understanding. Ada was the scorpion and Leon was the frog. "You think their relationship is going to kill them." Helena shook her head. "More like, Ada is going to kill Leon."

"The man's devoted to her" Chris stated. Helena sighed. "Devotion isn't love. Ada is bad for him." She took another sip of her wine. "I probably sound like an obsessed jealous moron." Chris stared ahead as he listened to the lyrics.

She pondered if his love was poison

But he pricked her so gently she swooned

His words were like wine as their fates intertwined

Prick, prick, prick! Goes the scorpion's tail.

"No. You're making a lot of sense actually. Ada's become his fixation. He's obsessed with her, has been all this time. And one's obsession can be fatal… Ada's stinger has pricked him one too many times."

"I just wish he could wake up and see what's standing in front of him."

"You mean you?"

Helena chuckled. That had been the second time that day she had heard that phrase. She took a moment to ponder. Did she really mean herself? Did she really want him to see her? Or would anyone other than Ada suffice?

The brunette sighed yet again, her shoulders slumping. "I won't lie. I do wish that he would see me. But if he doesn't, that's fine. I want him to be happy and if it's not with me then so be it. I know that as long as he continues this charade with Ada he will never be truly happy, and that hurts me more than anything."

"Leon made his decision. It's not up to you to save him. He has to save himself."

Helena looked down to Nanook and continued to pet him. "Sometimes even the best of us need a little help."

"Maybe you're right" Chris said as he let her words sink in. "Maybe you're right." The male looked off to the distance as his mind thought up a plan.

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