Fix You

I know you all probably hate me for being inactive for so long. I apologize for my absence but it takes time to write a good chapter. I rewrote it so many times I lost count. I don't have much to say except I hope you enjoy this chapter. I tried my best to make it longer than the previous chapter but I'm only human. Thank you again for your patience, reviews, and PM's. I greatly greatly appreciate it. Feel free to check out my new story, Woe Is Me. It does have an OC but the main pairing is Leon and Helena. Enjoy the chapter, and happy belated Halloween.

Disclaimer: I own Nothing.

~Chapter 21

Leon groaned as he came to, finding himself in the darkness with a flickering light above him allowing enough light to see he had been incarcerated inside a dirty rotting cell. Water dripped, carried along with eerie moans in the chilling wind.

Slowly standing up, the blond released another groan. What had happened? How had he ended up here, wherever here was? Playing back the last memory he could muster, the male rubbed his aching temples.

After seeing Ada he could only assume the worse. Shouts, grunts, loud thudding, and objects crashing could be heard as the blond ascended the stairs. His breath hitched as he came across the sight of Helena bent over the table, a man standing over her. In a rage he lunged at the male, tackling him to the ground.

Willing the memory away, Leon's hand shot to his neck where he had felt the prick of the needle from the dart Ada had no doubt shot him with. Cursing himself, he shook his head. How could he have been so stupid as to let his guard down and give his back to her? He sighed as bitterness roamed through him. It no longer mattered. What was done was done. It was now time to take action. He needed find a phone or anything that could be used to call for help.

But first he needed to get the hell out of this cell. Taking hold of the cold iron bars, Leon gave a hard tug, grunting. He exhaled as his strength diminished. It was not use. The bars were sturdy. They were not going to budge. The blond gave a deep sigh; great, just great.

A low hum sounded seemingly coming from the ceiling. Leon looked up at lights switched on causing him to flinch and shield his eyes from the sudden brightness. The blond shook his head, blinking. Once the spots in his vision were gone he took a look around seeing complexes of cells and torture chambers. Blood spattered the thick walls of concrete where chains hung, a few still holding skeletons. The male's brows creased. Well shit, this couldn't be good. He was inside a dungeon.

Hearing a soft groan, he turned his gaze aside. "Helena!" he gasped upon seeing her sprawled on the floor. In a flash, he bent down to one knee and reached into the next cell, placing his hand over hers. "Helena?" his voice quivered as he shook her hand.

Helena groaned yet again, hissing in pain. Her head throbbed and pounded fiercely. Her ears rang. Her lungs burned and her throat ached. Slowly, she lifted her head up setting eyes on the blond. Leon's heart sank at the sight of her battered, cut, and bruised face. She looked so withered, so frail, so weak. He watched her grimace. "Leon…" her voice was weak. "I'm sorry… about earlier… I just wanted…"

The blond shook his head, a look of sorrow crossing his features, "No… no. That doesn't matter now. I know you wanted to start things right. I never should have reacted that way. I'm so sorry Helena. It's just… the thought of another man touching you, it… it drives me crazy." He gave a short sigh. "I never thought myself to be the crazy jealous type. But I guess I never really had a reason to be until you came along."

The brunette offered a small smile. "You're such an asshole." The male frowned at her words. Helena's smile remained, "But you're my asshole." At this Leon chuckled softly, allowing a small smile to curl his lips as he kissed her hand. "I love you."

Helena squeezed his hand. "We just have to work on your jealousy." Leon raised a brow at Helena's statement, "My jealousy? I happen to recall you pulling a gun on Ada and I."

"That was different."

The two started suddenly as a door swung open with a loud thud. Leon's gaze hardened as he set cold eyes on the man with the tattoo traveling down the stairs. "You" he said with vice.

Charles grinned as he stopped before the two, "My, isn't this a lovely sight." His gaze settled on Helena who stared back with a glare. "You're tougher than you look." He approached with his usual sinister smile, placing his hands on the bars. "You and I have unfinished business." Fishing the key from his pocket, Charles chuckled as he threw the cell door open.

"You son of a bitch!" Leon growled in a menacing voice. "Don't you touch her!" He stood up against the bars, reaching out. "I'll kill you if you lay a single finger on her!"

Completely ignoring the male, Charles entered. "Come here you!" he voiced as he roughly grabbed the brunette who grunted in response as she was pulled up to her feet and dragged out, stumbling to the floor in retort. Leon continued to shout, pulling at the bars yet to much dismay his efforts were futile.

Standing over the fallen female, Charles kicked the woman in the ribs, surely breaking a few upon contact with the tip of his steel toed boot. Helena groaned and coughed, holding her sides. Charles sighed impatiently even going as far as rolling his eyes. "Get up!" he grunted as he kicked again.

The fuming blond gripped the bars tightly, his knuckles whitening. He released a yell of pure agonized anger, "Coward! Fight me!"

The mercenary released a sinister chuckle as he looked at the male. "You'll get your turn." With a grunt he bent down and picked the woman up from the floor. "Let's see." Looking around the dungeon, he spotted a table. "Perfect."

Dragging the woman across the room to far the end, he threw her atop it. Helena grunted and groaned from the shooting pain upon impact. Charles chuckled as he lifted the woman's arms up over her head, chaining them together. He then spread her legs and chained them as well. "There" he spoke as he took a step back. "Isn't that better?"

Helena, glaring daggers, spat in the male's face.

Charles' face darkened with a scowl as he wiped the spit off. This action was most disrespectful. For this woman to have the audacity, she must not go unpunished. In sudden act he retrieved his handgun from the back of his pants. Cocking it, he placed it up against the woman's temple. "How dare you?"

Leon released a small whimper, his anger changing to that of fear, the thrum of his heartbeat echoing in his ears. His eyes remained on Helena as he shook his head. "No… please." He couldn't lose her.

A gunshot sounded. Leon jumped, "No!" His eyes widened in terror. "Helena!" He dropped to his knees in devastation, stifling a sob. His head dropped. He had lost her. He had failed.

Wriggling against the chains, Helena screamed, whimpering soon after. The pain… the pain… where was it? Where was the sting from the bullet? Opening her tightly shut eyes she looked down to herself, her head lifting a few inches. There was no bullet wound. No fresh blood.

"Helena?" Leon called. The brunette looked to the blond and panted. "Uh… I'm fine. I'm fine." Leon sighed in relief and turned his gaze onto the man seeing a spot of red forming on the back of his skin tight shirt.

Hearing a groan, Helena turned her gaze up to Charles, watching as blood spurt from his mouth. She gasped as he dropped dead quite literally soon after onto her. In response she whimpered and writhed, the chains around her limbs clinking loudly. Upon hearing footsteps she stopped. Looking up, the woman's eyes widened in shock as a figure clad in leather came to as stop short upon reaching the table. She gasped, "Malcolm?!"

The dark haired male reached for the body, removing it from atop the female and letting it drop to the floor with a thud. He looked down to the corpse and shook his head in disappointment. "Fool." He then chuckled and turned his attention onto the woman. "Not quite."

Helena shook her head, confused, "What?" The male sighed. "You've become slow." He leaned in close, his face inches away from hers. "Look at my eyes Harper." The brunette did as told, studying the chocolate brown orbs.

"Surely you haven't forgotten them. It's only been a few years."

Recognition flooded over the woman. She exhaled. "Paxton Lexington."

The male chuckled, "In the flesh so to speak." He gave a cynical grin as he presented a syringe filled with a red liquid. "It's a wonder what the c-virus can do, isn't it?"

Helena shook her head in disbelief. "That's what this is all about? You killed Malcolm, took his identity, just to extract your revenge on me?"

"Give me a little credit Harper. I had to do so much more than that. Becoming Malcolm Emerson was just the first step."

Helena narrowed her eyes, her teeth grit. "You're pathetic." Paxton's brows creased as he became serious. "You think I'm pathetic?" He looked her over, his hand trailing over her body. The brunette shuddered in response and struggled against the chains. "Get your hands off me!"

The grin returned to Paxton's face as he chuckled. "That's one thing I've always liked about you Harper, you've got spunk. Just like Malcolm. He put up a hell of a fight." He settled a hand over her thigh. "I reckon you're going to be the perfect minion."

The woman's struggles hindered. "What?"

"Oh yes. You're going to be my bitch."

Anger flashed in the brunette's eyes. "Fuck you!" she spat, quite literally. She seemed to be making it a habit. Paxton blinked and calmly wiped the spit off of his face. Helena whimpered as a strand of duct tape was placed roughly over her mouth. "It's good to have you back Harper. I have to say, as much I enjoyed our sessions together, seeing you so broken and down, it got quite boring after a while."

"Enough of this" Leon spoke, gaining the male's attention. Paxton raised a brow. "I wonder why that clone wants you alive." He shrugged. "I suppose it has something to do with Wong's feelings towards you."

Leon raised a brow in question, "Clone?" There was another?

The dark haired male sighed. "You aren't very bright are you? Yes, a clone; one of 12,235 to be exact. Each experiment was a failure that is until Kim Lee and Carla Radames." He trailed off, looking off to the side, "Hmm. I never got to thank Carla. After all, this was all possible because of her."

"What are you talking about?" Leon queried. Paxton ignored his question. "Carla's work on the virus began with a sample of the t-veronica virus. She isolated the mutation characteristic found in the progenitor virus succeeding in creating t-02 by combining said characteristic with the t-veronica virus. The combination of t-02 with a sample of the G virus obtained from Sherry Birkin herself managed its completion." He chuckled. "It's genius."

He turned back to Helena. "For the longest time I was set on killing you and so I began to work under Carla, helping to perfect the virus I was sure would do the job. But when I learned of her typical destroy the world ploy, I thought of something better. Why destroy it when you can rule it."

The male pointed to the syringe in his hand. "This here is a new strain of the c-virus. One I personally altered and perfected. Instead of keeping the progenitor virus isolated I combined it with the t-02 making it stronger. A sample from Las Plagas allows me to control the host and Jake Muller's blood helps stabilize the virus."

He gave a short exhale. "Now, once I insert this into your system Harper, you will feel an excruciating burning, flaming, searing pain. The sensation of suffocation and weightlessness will come soon after. You'll want to scream but you won't be able to."

Helena's body shook. Paxton smiled at the sight. "All of that will subside once the virus bonds with your DNA. Your eyesight will be sharper, hearing more acute, bones stronger, and healing faster." He leaned in close once again. "Lying there, enduring the pain minute after endless minute, you're bound to end in a haze of darkness and confusion." He chuckled. "Are you ready to cross the threshold and succumb to me?"

Helena's eyes widened as the needle inched closer and closer. She tugged at the chains more and more, feeling her hands slips little by little. She shook her head profusely, her screams and whimpers muffled.

"Wait!" Leon shouted. "Please, just wait!" He marveled at Paxton's hindrance. This was good. All he needed was to buy time. Create a diversion of some kind. As long as Paxton's attention was elsewhere Helena would be safe. The blonde's mind raced as he thought on his feet. "You mentioned Las Plagas. I suppose you were responsible for Arizona?"

Paxton gave another cynical grin. "You suppose correctly. Maybe you aren't as slow as I thought. Buck was just my guinea pig. I needed to make sure the creatures would obey their master. And since the experiment was a success, well…" he trailed off with a sneer.

Leon felt his hatred growing. This man was solely responsible for many lives lost. It had all been for the sake of his research and personal vendetta. Bastard. "What are those creatures for?" he questioned.

"A mere distraction."

Managing to finally slip a hand free, painfully, Helena took hold of the knife resting in the holster strapped to Paxton's waist. In one quick movement she jabbed the blade into the male's neck with a grunt. Paxton gasped loudly.

"I'm nobody's bitch" Helena said after removing the tape from her mouth. Gurgling, the male dropped to his knees. The brunette removed the knife and pushed the male away. She then quickly freed herself, using the knife to break free the chains, and hopped down from the table holding her aching sides.

"Helena!" Leon called as he watched the woman retrieve the keys from Charles' corpse. "Hurry up!" Panting, the woman approached the cell and unlocked it. Once the door was open, Leon threw his arms around the brunette. Helena did the same, exhaling.

The two kissed fiercely and profusely for a matter of seconds before Leon stepped back. He observed Helena's bleeding wrists and ripped off two strands of cloth from his torn shirt, tying the strands around her wrists in a tourniquet.

"Let's the hell out of here" he said. He scooped the woman up in his arms, cradling her close. Helena groaned from the dreadful pain flooding her body. "You're going to be okay Helena" Leon panted as he ran up the stairs, bursting through the door.

Inside the dungeon, a groan sounded as Paxton sat up. The wound on his neck had now closed, leaving only a dull pain behind. The male rubbed his neck. "That actually hurt." He looked to the door and chuckled, his eyes shined a bright red.

Reaching into his coat pocket he retrieved a remote with a single button. "Run little rabbits, run." He pushed the button. "You won't get far."

That's it for this chapter. Like? Hate? Lemme know your thoughts, ideas if you have any. Till next time!