Fix You
Guess who's back? I am sooooooo sorry everyone for not posting in such a long time. I know I said that I would have internet like three weeks ago but the people in my internet company were being such douchebags. I barely got internet just this week and its sooooo slow, ugh, can't something for once just go right? Anyways, I'm going to be honest with you all in return of your patience. I stopped working on the chapter for a while, guess the writer's block beat me, and started playing The Last of Us which is such a beautiful game. Oh the feels! Anyways, after much struggle I told myself I had to keep trying and I did and came up with this, it's not much but at least its something. I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter, a little nervous I guess since its been so long. I hope you all welcome me back with open arms and enjoy this chapter. I'd like to thank everyone who took the time to leave me suggestions, you guys are great. If this chapter confuses anyone I apologize in advance. I will try and explain things in the next chapter. The battle of the writer's block continues so bear with me. Here's the next chapter, enjoy.
Disclaimer: I still own nothing.
~Chapter 19
"The time for my revenge has come." The voice carried through the room belonged to none other than Paxton Emerson. "Mr. Lee, I trust you are adequate for this job?"
On the other end of the phone conversation was the notorious mercenary for hire, Charles Lee. The pale raven haired man was young, wild, and handsome. His hazel eyes carried a sinister hatred and cockiness. A tattoo of a dragon ran down along from his neck to his shoulder. He gave a small chuckle, "Of course."
"Excellent. Ms. Wong will escort you. And just remember, I want her alive." The line then disconnected.
Charles gave another mirthless chuckle as he tossed the phone onto the floor, stepping on it. He picked up a Remington 870 shotgun and inspected it; perfect size and weight, fully loaded, it was flawless. "He's pretty bent on getting this woman." His eyes turned onto the vixen standing before him, awaiting him. His gaze traveled along the Asian woman's body. "So just who is she?"
Ada gave a smug grin. "That's not important. All you have to do is get her and get out. She won't be alone. A man will be with her."
"That's alright. Whoever else is involved will be extra."
"You will not touch him. You leave him to me."
Charles shrugged his shoulders, "Alright." He pumped his weapon. "Let's go get this bitch."
Across from the abandoned warehouse, a figure stood on the roof of a building, a pair of binoculars in hand. "Hm. Carla's little protégé is causing quite the trouble." A weary sigh sounded. The binoculars were put aside.
A file came into view. "Kim Han." The file in hand gave information of the Chinese Japanese American female who had been missing since late 2012. Studying the information, a low hum of amusement sounded. "I can see why Simmons picked you."
The woman in file was of the right descent, the right age, and had no family. In simpler terms, she was the perfect candidate. With a short intake of breath, the folder was tossed aside. "I really hope this doesn't put me behind schedule."
XXX- With the male's head placed on the female's shoulder, the new couple lay in bed, spooning. Turning to face the male, Helena reached and took the necklace of her name from the blond, placing it over her name. "Look" she spoke with a smile. "Our names put together spells, Heleon."
Leon smiled as he pulled the brunette close. "We should name our child that." Helena's smile faded, as it dawned on her what the male had said. Her voice became hesitant as she spoke. "What?" The blond immediately sat up with a worried expression. "Did I say too much?"
Helena sat up, using the sheet to cover herself. "Well… we've only been together a few hours, yet you're already thinking of children. Isn't that too soon?" Leon gave a sigh. "Look, I've screwed up one too many times and I want to do this right. I'm not saying we should have a baby now. All I'm saying is we should be able to talk about it among other things. I want us to be able to talk about anything. No secrets."
Forcing down feelings of guilt, Helena put on a smile. "Even so, Heleon is not a good name for a child." The blond gave another sigh, one of relief, and smiled. "Well I was just throwing it out there. What would you suggest?" He wrapped his arms around the woman.
"I've always liked my name…"
"Harper Harper?" Leon shook his head, "No." Helena laughed lightly, "Of course not. The baby would have your last name, if you claim responsibility for it that is."
"In that case, Kennedy Harper Kennedy."
Helena laughed again. "No. That's impossible. I've never known a person to have the same name for a first and last name."
"Point taken. How about Harper Kennedy?"
Helena took a breath to reject but stopped as the name sunk in. "You know what? I don't hate it." Leon chuckled. "On the plus side, it's unisex. It would work for either a boy or a girl."
"But why not just pick a regular name like Samantha? Or even Heather?"
The blond shook his head. "Those are too common. When I allowed myself to think of having a family, back before I started working for the government, I realized I wanted to name my kids something different, unique. I figured, what's more unique than a crossed name from both parents."
Helena blinked. "When you allowed yourself to think about it?"
The male sighed. "When this whole thing with bio terrorism started, I began resenting the idea of having a family. I guess I was just afraid…"
Helena nodded, understanding what the blond was attempting to say. "It's different now, isn't it?" The blond gave a small smile and nodded, "Yeah. As cheesy as it sounds, it has everything to do with you."
The dreadful feeling of guilt returned, settling and clenching the brunette's stomach. She swallowed. "Did you really mean what you said about wanting to do things right? About us being able to talk about anything?"
"Of course, even if it's something bad like you sleeping with another man. I want us to be able to talk about it" Leon said as he leaned in close, placing a passionate kiss upon her lips. Helena closed her eyes, feeling lower than dirt.
She had to tell him. She had to. It wasn't right of her to continue to keep such a secret from him. At first the guilt had been bearable. It was just a secret from friends. Friends were allowed to have secrets from each other, right?
But as of last night, it seemed things had made a drastic change. Friends they were no longer. A secret between friends it was no more. It had become a secret between lovers and that alone was too much.
Once the kiss was done, the blond stood from the bed and dressed himself in yet another pair of Deborah's ex boyfriends' clothes. He would have to start bringing his own. This was just ridiculous. "How about I make us some breakfast?" he questioned as he buttoned up the faded jeans.
Helena shook herself free of her thoughts and glanced at the clock on the nightstand. "It's four in the afternoon." Leon shrugged. "So? I haven't had any breakfast" The brunette gave a small smile. "You cook?"
"No. But I make a mean sausage omelet." Giving the woman one final kiss, the blond left for the kitchen. Helena sighed deeply, a look of discontent crossing her features. Dread flowed through her. She feared telling him. She had feared for so long. He would leave her no doubt but he deserved to know and she needed to tell him, needed to come clean.
XXX- Watching as the handsome beautiful man ate his breakfast; the brunette licked her lips in a nervous manner. It was now or never. Helena cleared her throat, gaining the male's attention. "Something wrong?" he questioned as he noticed the woman had not touched her food.
Placing her utensils down onto the table, Helena spoke hesitantly. "Leon… I… have something to tell you." She swallowed. "Before you came over yesterday, before all of this happened, I had slept with Richard… but there's more…" she sighed. "I slept with Chris."
The fork in the blonde's hand dropped onto the plateful of food with a loud clink. The sweet taste in his mouth was now bitter. Knots knitted his stomach causing slight pain and discomfort. Pure undisputed anger began to course through him. There went his morning.
"Just let me explain" Helena pleaded as she reached across the table for his hand. Leon jerked his hand away. "Explain what?" his voice was icy. "You slept with Chris! What else could you possibly say on the matter!" he abruptly exclaimed. He stood, the chair scraping against the floor.
Helena frowned, both from his actions and his cold glare; such anger in his eyes. It seemed this had been a mistake. Wanting to start with a clean slate and reckoning telling the man she loved of her regrettable slipup was an error. Her voice broke as she spoke. "I'm sorry. It was a mistake."
Leon scoffed and paced the room in such a rage. The fire in his loins burned something fierce, "A mistake? That's a bit of a long shot." How could she do this to him? He had never lied to her. He had never kept things from her. How could she keep something like this from him?
His teeth grit as the once familiar sense of the need to hurt someone overcame his senses, blinding him. His body shook in such a fury as all that came to his line of vision was red. His emotions had taken complete control. His will of self-restraint was lost. He seethed.
"I understand you're angry" Helena started.
"Angry?! Angry doesn't even begin to cover it!" Leon interjected making the brunette flinch. "You slept with Chris! A close friend!" He moved to leave, stopping as Helena stepped in front of him. "Leon, please, we need to talk about this."
Looking upon the woman, he could clearly see she was in shambles, but it was no use, he was too heated. He needed to hurt Chris.
Helena took a quick breath, her chest tightening. "Believe me when I say this Leon, it was completely unintentional. It just happened. We were both vulnerable at the time and we both fell."
She swallowed. "It was before he was called back to China, before he found Piers. Surely you can understand how broken he was. And I wasn't any better. I've wanted to tell you for so long, but I was afraid. I was afraid of this. Everyone makes mistakes. At least I'm doing the admirable thing and telling you now before this relationship even started."
Leon guffawed, "Admirable? I see nothing admirable in this." It may not have been like him to overreacting this way, where nothing else seemed to matter, but dammit he was hurting! Just the thought of Chris touching and kissing her sent pulses of anger through him. He shook his head and moved past her. "What relationship?"
Helena's heart sank. How could he say that? After all they had been through? "What about everything you said to me last night? This afternoon? Has that all gone to shit? You want us to be able to talk about anything but when it comes down to something as serious as this you refuse?" She scoffed. "I never took you for a hypocrite."
"It's not the same!" Leon shouted as he whipped around to face her. "Bullshit!" Helena retorted, shaky hands forming fists.
"Helena you responded when you could have turned away!" Leon countered. Was this how Hunnigan and Angela felt after he told of his mistakes? "You betrayed me!"
"As a friend I may have!" Helena panted. "But not as a lover!" Tears threatened to fall. Her voice softened as she spoke. "I'm so sorry Leon. I never meant for this. If I could take it back I would, but I can't. Would you be acting this way, thinking the way you are thinking now if I had told you before you even realized how you felt about me? I made a mistake before either of us realized what we truly meant to each other."
Leon exhaled, his guard dropping. His anger diminished, sadness taking its place. He shook his head yet again. "I'm sorry Helena. I just really need to be alone." Without sparing her a glance, he left the apartment.
Helena followed after, stopping as she stepped out into the empty hall; he was gone. She shook her head. What had she done? She gagged suddenly as an arm wrapped around her throat.
That's it for this chapter. I know its short but just bear with me. Like? No like? Let me know your thoughts. How did you like the name Leon picked out, Harper Kennedy? Kinda has a ring to it don't cha' think? Do you think Leon was right in reacting the way he did?