It Looks Like I'm Losing This Fight

Title is from Missing You, there are plenty of nice covers, though I believe the original is by John Waite, so I'll give him the credit. As always, big thank you to the reviewers. And thank you for your concern, I am okay, I've just been very busy, and subsequently stressed, haha. Jane, thank you my dear! Chris is a wee sweet heart! I must apologise for such a wait, but here it is!

Leon sat hunched over his coffee, watching as the rain splattered along the streets of Washington. The cover from the cafe protected him from any rain while enabling him to sit outside. He had a meeting between the heads of BSAA and the government, regarding the potential threat of Alex Wesker. The government tried to argue without solid evidence there was no real threat, and she could just be someone mentally unstable. The BSAA on the other hand, fought that after having one Wesker, leaving Alex be wasn't a risk they were willing to take. Of course, neither sides really listened to any of Leon's concerns, he didn't have much of a say at all. He just tried to support the BSAA to get the government to understand the real threat she could pose to humanity. All in all, Leon was happy it was over. He was due to fly back in the evening, and even though he was used to travelling around, he always did miss home.

Leon's eyes were cast toward the roads. He had to admit it, he was a people watcher. So as he sipped the piping hot coffee, he watched as various business men and women who bustled through the street, some running faster than others to avoid getting completely soaked by the constant down pour.

One woman wearing a black trench coat stumbled in her heels directly at his feet. She latched onto the table and free chair to stabilise herself, while Leon went to her aid to place a hand on her back ensuring she was okay. Her hand let go of the item she was holding, and Leon watched as it glistened on top of his coat. Once upright, she looked briefly to him. The striking red scarf wrapped around her neck was brought up to cover her nose and mouth, protecting her from the cold. Leon looked to the piercing green eyes; he never could forget those eyes. The woman gracefully left into the crowd without a trace.

Leon smirked as he picked up the item she had left; of course she had to attach the hotel room key to a teddy bear key ring. It was her trademark after all. He hurriedly pulled out the money for the coffee and immediately made his way to the hotel.

...

Leon didn't knock on the door; he had a key after all. He casually let himself into the spacious room. The woman sat on the edge of the large double bed, with her back to him removing her long boots.

"It's been a long time Ada." Leon said smoothly, walking around to place his hands on her shoulders. He began to lay multiple kisses along her neck and jaw line, while moving one hand to snake around her slender stomach. He hadn't had a visit from her in a while, and in honesty, he had had a pretty dry spell recently, so her appearance came at the perfect time for him.

"You think that's the only reason I came here for?" Ada barely acknowledged his affection, and chucked her boots carelessly across the room.

"And what other reason would there be?" He said jokily, running his hands along the length of her arms.

"Your government friends should listen to the BSAA."

"In regards to what? ...Alex? She hasn't been seen for months, I take that as a good thing." Leon replied. He pulled away from her body, knowing she was in the mood to talk and nothing else.

"I wouldn't be so comfortable. Her disappearance is worrying, even for me... Your friends need to be careful of who they trust, they're letting their guards down far too easily..." Ada swivelled on the bed so she could see him as she spoke.

"My friends...Which friends?"

"Who do you think? Jill's pregnant, Leon. If Alex ever gets her hands on the child, say goodbye to life as we know it." Leon nodded.

He hadn't been home for a while, and although he knew of Jill's pregnancy, he never actually thought of it. Now he knew it put not only Chris but also Claire in danger. Anyone closely affiliated to Jill was under threat. And one man crept into Leon's thoughts, after all the man once worked for Alex, and Leon never trusted him anyway. Leon's distaste for Luke began to grow more and more.

"Where is she, Ada?" Leon's question was an obvious one, but yet he never really asked it before. He usually had complete faith in Ada's actions, and knew she would make the correct choice. But this time was different, if Luke was who Leon thought he was, Claire would be in serious danger. Alex would have to be stopped now, along with Ada's mind games.

"...I don't know." She shrugged, standing up from her position.

"You must know something! How else would you get all the information?" Leon said angrily. It was always the case; Ada would give vague yet correct information, but never in the detail that was really required.

"I don't know where she is." Leon's anger got the better of him, as he stood he grabbed out to take a firm grasp of her wrist.

"Cut the bullshit, Ada!" His grasp tightened more so, turning her wrist white. She swiftly turned around and grabbed his neck with her free hand.

"Don't you think if I knew I would say?" Leon removed his grasp of her, surprised by her anger. Ada was always composed, this was the first time he saw her lose her cool. "I'm not as heartless of a bitch as you think."

She immediately let go of his neck, and turned away from him.

...

"I know... I'm sorry; I just want to save my friends..." Leon said honestly, placing a hand carefully on her shoulder.

"Don't worry about them, Leon. I'll promise I'll look after them." Leon let out a smile, as she turned back to him.

...

"I've missed you Ada..."

"Cute." She replied, plucking at his cheek. He let out a small chuckle. "You're going to stay, aren't you?"

A broad smile played on his lips. Even though he knew come morning she would have disappeared into the shadows once more, how could he refuse the wishes of a pretty lady?

"Enugh!" A loud annoyed groan came out of the en-suite. Anna let out a slight giggle, but moved towards the door to lay a gentle knock.

"Is everything okay Jill?" She asked caringly.

...

"I can't fit into the fricking dress..." Jill replied grumpily, receiving another gentle laugh from Anna.

Anna had a formal party coming up for one of her close friends, and being quite the tomboy, she didn't own a decent dress. Jill of course said she should come over and Jill would poke out her old dresses for Anna to borrow. But the two got caught up trying on clothes, and Jill found an old dress she wished to try herself.

"I'm sure it's not too bad, come out Jill."

...

The latch to the door clicked, and Jill stepped out with a huge puss on her face. The blue dress looked to be sitting on her, just tight across her now larger stomach. However when she turned to the side, the zip was completely undone; Jill could barely bring it up past her waist.

"I hate pregnancy. And this dress was one I had when I went through a chubby phase...And I still can't fit in it!" Jill complained.

"There is such a thing called maternity clothes, Jill. You look great anyway!" Anna exclaimed. Although Jill herself couldn't see it, the pregnancy really was making her glow. Anna was unsure she had ever seen Jill quite so happy.

"Meh..."Jill shrugged, still fiddling with the zip. She took her eye off herself and onto the young girl opposite her. Jill gawked at Anna. She had never seen the girl in anything other than jeans, so seeing her in a dress came as a surprise. But she did look beautiful in it. "Wow, you look amazing Anna."

A small blush played on the young woman's cheeks, as she did a small twirl to show off the dress which happened to fit her perfectly.

"I do like this one...What do you think?" She asked, tugging on the bottom of the tight green dress.

"I think it's great. What is it with you and green? Just like your dad..." Jill joked.

"It goes well with our hair colour that's why." Anna replied with a laugh.

"Well I definitely approve of that dress. It's a little short, so I don't know what your father might say, but he'll get over it... In fact you might as well keep the dress, Anna. That dress hasn't fitted me in years."

"Thanks Jill...By the way, how's Claire? I haven't really seen Luke in weeks."

"Yeah, things just didn't work out between them, Anna. But she'll be okay, don't you worry."

"It's a shame, I really like Luke. I miss seeing him." Anna replied. Luke was great with Anna since her capture and in the weeks since Luke and Claire separated it meant the others never saw much of him.

"So do I. He's a good man."

"...Who's a good man?" Chris asked, poking his head around the door.

"My Portuguese lover, that's who." Jill replied keeping her face straight while Anna blurted out a laugh.

"Not funny." Chris huffed, stepping into the bedroom.

"It's a little bit funny..." Jill grumbled.

"Anna, that dress looks lovely on you. A little bit short, but I'll try to let that pass..." Jill laughed at Chris. "And Jill...The dress would be nice if it fitted you..."

Chris groaned as Jill laid a punch into his stomach.

"I'm just being honest...You still look pretty I swear!"

"That's more like it." Jill smirked, flexing out her fingers and knuckles of the fist she punched him with. "Love you Chrissy."

Jill brought her nose up to rub against his in an Eskimo kiss. Chris merely glared at her, while Anna watched bemused.

"What do you want?" He asked, knowing Jill all too well. She wasn't one just to throw out random affection for no reason. He had come to learn she would do it when her pregnancy cravings were high, and she required him to get something.

Jill got up on her tiptoes to get close to his ear and whispered,

"Cookies."

Claire finally brought herself to put the last of Luke's items in the cardboard box. It was an emotionally draining task, even though he had already taken the majority of it. A couple of weeks were a long time to be lonely. And although even before the breakup they hadn't been a solid couple, it was still heartbreaking to be living in the empty house once more.

She had barely spoken to him since he left. She figured he was probably embarrassed, after all he confessed he loved her, and she stood silently. It was one of those moments in life that Claire continued to replay in her head and every time she would say she loved him too. But it was too late now. Again, she had found a way to ruin another good relationship.

"How are you holding up, Claire?" Steve asked, leaning against the doorway to the bedroom.

"I've been better..." She croaked out, her throat painfully dry. She collapsed onto sitting on the edge of the bed. Steve gave a sympathetic look and joined her on the bed.

"You miss him don't you?"

"Of course, but it's too late now. There's nothing I can do... I don't even want to see him." Claire was able to speak for the first time without the tears beginning to form again.

"Maybe it's for the best if it wasn't working out..." Steve said quietly, receiving a nod from the saddened girl. "Honestly, you didn't know him that well after all. I mean it's not easy to trust people so readily, so maybe that was part of your problem."

"What do you mean? I've always trusted him." She didn't understand his reasoning. Trust had never been an issue on her side of the relationship.

"Well, honestly I didn't trust him. Alex is still on the loose and he worked with her for years? It's a little bit fishy for me that he suddenly just lost all connection with her..." He said honestly. Claire was one of Steve's closest friends; he'd do anything to protect her.

"Don't say that, Steve. He's been good to all of us; I don't think there's an evil bone in his body." Claire still cared for Luke more than anything, so she wasn't willing to listen to Steve's conspiracies.

"But how well do you really know him?" He queried, making Claire's trust in Luke falter.

"I know him really well, okay? I don't like you saying things like that." Claire snapped back. She was an easy influenced person. She stood up away from Steve, and placed the last of Luke's clothes into the box.

"I'm sorry Claire, okay? I'm just looking out for you..."

"Yeah..." She replied sharply, still upset.

"Come here," Steve stood and enveloped her into a strong hug, "I'm sorry. I am."

"It's okay." Claire grumbled into his ear. "I'm just touchy with everything that has happened... I shouldn't take it out on you."

Steve gave a smile and pulled away from her, placing his hand soothingly on her cheek. Before she could register what he was doing, he quickly brought his lips tenderly up to hers. Immediately she backed away. The feeling she got from his lips, wasn't the same shock she got whenever she touched Luke. It was then she realised she didn't have the same feelings towards Steve.

Claire mumbled an apology when she pulled her head away. Her eyes were drawn off Steve, and pulled towards the doorway, where a broken hearted Luke stood, a tear forming in his eyes. He shook his head in disbelief at her, and turned on heels to leave.

"Luke, wait! It's not what it looks like." Claire hurried after him, running down the stairs to catch him before he got to the front door. Her hand on his wrist made him turn to face her. "Please don't go. Nothing's happening between us, I swear."

"I just came to pick up the last couple things, and say goodbye... I didn't think you'd move on so fast, but I guess I was right about you two." He said bitterly.

"No, Luke. I haven't moved on..." Her tears began to flow, filling up her blue eyes, leaving trails of mascara along her cheeks.

"I'm leaving..."

"Please don't go." She interrupted.

"No, I mean I'm leaving for good. There's nothing here for me. I'm going back to Scotland Claire, early morning flight tomorrow." If Claire had never felt heartbreak before, she definitely felt it now. There was no hope left for them now.

...

"Goodbye, Claire." Luke spoke after she made no reply. In a second he walked out of her life. Claire couldn't breathe let alone speak. She could have sworn her heart had been physically ripped out of her.

Jill had been having restless nights recently. She figured it was just the pregnancy, she had heard of vivid dreams being part of the increased hormones. But it still bothered her. It wasn't just vivid dreams, it was vivid nightmares. Nearly every night in her dreams, she would lose the baby one way or another. And every time she woke up abruptly, skin glistening with sweat.

This night was no different. Jill shot up on the bed, out of yet another nightmare. She closed her eyes and focused on calming her breathing. As usual, every time she had a nightmare she had to check the house was safe. Jill lay herself down again to speak to Chris who was still in slumber. He was splayed on his stomach, so Jill began to lightly shake his shoulder.

"Hey, Chris. Will you wake up please?" She whispered into his ear, continuing her nudges. She furrowed her brow and began to worry when he showed no signs of even stirring from his sleep.

Jill immediately pushed him over onto his back to continue to attempt to wake him. A yelp passed her lips whenever a hand was brought to clutch her mouth tightly and another brought around to hold a knife to Jill's large bump. Tears began to fall from her eyes as the moonlight reflected off the growing pool of red next to Chris's head.

Jill was hushed and dragged away from the bedroom. Although the room was dark, she caught a glimpse of the man leading her away... Of course, he was very familiar to her. It was like another nightmare for her, except this time she couldn't wake up.

Sorry for the short chapter as well, hopefully I won't be so late next chapter! All the best, my lovies. :D

x