Leon

Zombies, walkers, biters, roamers, whatever you called them. That was what they had to run from. He was a fresh-faced rookie when the virus wiped out the majority of raccoon city leaving only a few survivors.

With all the bad that had happened, Leon had managed to find a family. He couldn't put into words how much he cared about Claire and sherry, he would do anything for them. He would risk his lifetime and time again for them. Leon knew the feeling was mutual, and his favorite redhead would never give up on someone she loved. Which was why his frustration was beginning to boil over. He couldn't find her.

She opened her door and took a deep breath when she saw the state of him.


"I woke you. Did I wake you?" Leon pushed past her as Claire shook her head.

"No," she half smiled at the floor, standing there in her blue satin pajamas.

"Why not, it's two in the morning?"

"Are you drunk, Kennedy?" she stared at him with wide blue eyes. He reeked of alcohol but still looks incredible in his day old suit and tie.

"I... I...was until ten minutes ago, yeah." He lied. Turning he wobbled a bit, sitting on the armrest of her sofa, hoping she didn't notice his lack of gross motor skills. She did. Of course, she did, Claire noticed everything.

" Leon," she approached him, one finger extended up to his face. "Follow my finger."

He didn't even try.

"Why did you come here?" Claire asked, running one hand through the right side of his hair. She always hated seeing him this way. Leon was one of the bravest men she knew, but he also struggled the most with his emotions.

"I...I... don't want to be alone."

"Well. Alright then," she nodded and bit her lip. Claire was hesitant, the situation she was entering was a gray one, and she never knew how to navigate. Claire stared at him for a minute, waiting for him to say something, do something...anything... Leon just continues to stare at the floor. He was about to pass out.

"C'mon," she huffed, pulling an arm over her shoulders and gently guiding him to stand and walk into her bedroom. She decides it would be better for him to sleep in her bed, so he would fall off the couch again. She honestly didn't think anything of it.

Leon kicked off his shoes, unabashedly began unzipping his pants as Claire gulped and turned away. He striped to his t shirt and boxers, his clothing piled in a heap at his feet. He crawled into her bed, snuggling right into the pillows not really looking back at her. Flipping out the light Claire gets into bed, laying on her side with her back to him.

Claire could hear his heavy breathing, hot air in puffs along the small hairs on her neck. It tickled. But... Good, he's asleep, she thought. And then she felt it. Leon's hand sliding around her waist as he pulled her closer, he kissed the back of her hair before falling asleep.

Helena
"Agent Kennedy" she called as he turned from his chair to see her walking towards him, along with another woman. He stood once they reached him. "Leon this is Agent Sylvie Brodeur".

Leon reached out to shake her hand.

"It's about time I finally get to meet the famous Leon Kennedy", she pulled her hand away smiling. She was tall, thin, with dark blonde hair, oversized lips and a thick French accent. She didn't look like an agent they had.

"Hunnigan has filled me in on the situation. I'm willing to help anyway I can".

Leon nodded, "I will need to speak to Chris first". After a few more uncomfortable moments of brief details about where he had already looked, Agent Brodeur excused herself.

"What?" Leon asked.

"I thought nobody else was to be informed. Imagine my surprise when she turned up at my office door"

"Hunnigan wouldn't have brought her in if she wasn't good enough". He said bluntly. At this point Leon didn't care who was brought in to help, he just wanted to find Claire.

Helena just nodded as she left the office Leon was apparently living in, he was either in their harassing anyone and everyone for information, or out looking himself. She made a mental note to ask Ingrid about this new agent, she wanted to know everything about the French agent.

Turning back around she spoke quietly. "Just be careful Leon", she said more to herself than him. She knew how easily he could be manipulated by a pretty face. Sure, it wasn't fair to think of him in that way, but Leon was stressed and vulnerable. But this woman was troubled her, she reminded her of Ada Wong.

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Funnily enough the agent Helena had warned him about was the one who gave them the information they needed.

The rainy season had started before they found the correct trail. Days passed by, stony silence, the two men avoiding each other for as long as they can humanly stand the silence.

It had been decided Chris and Leon would follow the only lead that they had, while Jill lead a team trying to find out as much information as they could. Moria suggested it would still be best to keep it quite on Claire's kidnapping, with hopes that TerraSave wouldn't become an easy target without her. The plan was simple, however the differences between the captain of the BSAA and government agent began to show almost immediately.

It's Chris who broke their moratorium on speech, he needs Leon's opinion on a tactical decision he'd made to find out where Claire had been taking, which lead to an argument.

When the dust had settled from the meeting, Leon raised his hand and offers Chris a drink of water. "I've been wondering what's wrong with this," he declares. "We will never find her this way. We should find out whose behind this, it would lead us right to her."

"She's soldier herself." Chris eventually replies, then adds with great meaning, "We don't have time for this. My top priority is finding my sister. We can finish putting the other pieces together after we have Claire back safe."

"So is mine. But I am going to call Hannigan soon as we stop next," Leon declares.

"All right," Chris says, the firmness of his voice growing softer. They're in this together, right to the bitter end.