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Authoress' Note: (Please READ) Thank you dear readers for reading this fic and your lovely reviews! As I have mentioned in the summary, this was inspired by 1wingangel's fic: Resident Evil 4: Real Life Edition! Truly an amazing fic and you should read it before reading mine. Savin' Me is done by Nickleback and therefor not mine. Man, I love this song! It fits, right? I apologize for leaving out the fanboys of Leon, sorry!

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1wingangel and Nicole this fic is for you!

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Resident Evil 4: A Fangirl's Dream Come True!

Chapter Four: Crowded Cabin Chaos!

NOOO! Crazy cabin crazy cabin crazy cabin!

I merely stared out at the shadows as my mind continued to scream the same two words. I turned away from the bridge to look at Leon. I figured that I could tell him that coming here was a mistake and we should ask the merchant if he could hide us 'til this whole thing blows over. I sighed. I had decided then to tell my hero that being here means that we are playing right into Saddler's trap. There is no helicopter rescue, at all. This whole rescue thing was exactly what the religious maniac wanted. That things will get worse from here on in and he could get hurt or killed trying to save me...

I breathed slowly, calming myself down. Telling him would be best for the both of us. But as he turned to me, I saw the joy on his face. The relief in his blue eyes firmly believing that we are finally escaping this nightmare. That look alone broke my heart. I couldn't tell Leon that he was going to undergo through so many trials to get to me, only to see me get ripped away from him yet again. My eyes suddenly widen.

Ah, shit! Krauser! Leon could die in that damn cool but very hard knife fight!

I guess I worried him because he was looking into my eyes with concern. His image wavered a bit and I noticed that I was crying. Aw, man! Talk about embarrassment! I'm crying in front of my favorite RE hero character!

"Hey, hey! What's wrong?" The gentleness in his concerned voice caused a lump to form in my throat and made me want to cry some more. Why did he have to be so damn nice?!

"Hey, it's okay. There's a helicopter on its way here, it'll pick us up and we'll be outta here!" he said softly, trying to reassure me. If I was a cruel person, I would have laughed at his attempt and tell him that we were fucked. But I'm not like that, he's trying too damn hard to drop the bomb now.

"Sorry, I'm just happy to get out of here." I lied, rubbing the tears from my eyes and I heard him chuckle. I managed a smile as he guided me over to the wooden bridge and began to cross. Absentmindedly, I followed him across, too intent in keeping Leon happy.

"You were so overjoyed that you cried?" he asked lightly and I giggled, punching him lightly in the arm.

"You would be too, if you were in my shoes."

Crreeee!

The loud protest of rickety wood interrupted our conversation and grabbed my attention. I looked around wildly, just now realizing that we were over the bridge. Ah shit! Are we over the midpoint of the bridge? It looked about we were about a step away from the midpoint but I wasn't sure. I turned to him with panic in my eyes. I had to tell him and I had to tell him now!

"Leon! Listen to me! We have to get off this bridge!" I cried, grabbing his forearms tightly. Leon pulled his arms away and tried to grab me by the shoulders.

"Rally, calm down."

"No, you're not listening to me!"

"Calm down."

"Leon, we need to get off this bridge now! Our lives are in danger!"

"Calm down, Rally. It's just a creaky bridge, nothing to worry about."

"I'm not talking about the damn bridge!" I yelled angrily at him, half scared and half frustrated. My outburst shocked the agent and caused him to back away a step... right into the midway point. Aw...shit...I just made him trigger the event.

I mentally screamed at myself. Argh!!! What have I done!? DAMNIT!! Wait... if we're lucky they won't know we're here and won't come...

"¡Por ahí!" The familiar, annoying shriek of the villager cutting through the stillness of the night just behind us. Son of a bitch! Instinctively, we both whirled around and -just like I hated- a large wave of Ganados, each armed with a torch and weapon, were charging straight for us.

Leon automatically grabbed my wrist and we both raced across the rest of the bridge, reaching the other side. That horde of Ganados just reached the bridge when we touched ground but unfortunately ahead of us, on the other side of the area were two log gates. Those gates -the same ones we have to go through- were lifting off the ground and another wave of enemies poured out of there like rushing rapids, yelling and waving their torches. Lightning clawed the dark sky and thunder roared through the air, the storm has returned with avengence. I felt Leon turn cold with both fear and anger. I guess he must've known I was too when he squeezed my hand a little.

"Leon, I don't think I have enough grenades to take half of these guys out."

The agent glanced between the two tides, and the conveniently placed cabin, assessing the situation quickly. I knew exactly what he was thinking. "Hate to say it, but we're sandwiched all right!" He motioned toward the damn cabin, "Quick! In that cabin!"

I hate you cabin! You hear me?! HATE!!

We sprinted toward the cabin and Leon motioned me to stay right behind him as he opened the door. He swept the interior of the first floor with his gun and stepped in quickly. I followed suit and quickly slammed the door closed. As soon as I closed the door, Agent Kennedy started shoving bookcases into position in front of the boarded windows. I stood next to the weathered table to stay out of my hero's way. Leon approached the door, trying to figure out how to lock it, when a pipe sailed over my head, which he snatched out of the air and jammed it in place.

Ah, Luis Sera! I hid a smile as he sauntered over as if he owned the place. He probably did, I'm not too sure. "Small world, eh?" So even in real life the dialogue doesn't change much from the game. How cool is that? He flashed his charming smile at me. "You must be Rally, the damsel in distress." he purred as he made his way toward me and held out his hand. "I am Luis Sera, and I'm on your side. That picture Leon showed me earlier didn't stray from the truth- you are a hot little thing."

I grinned at his attempt. So typical but still cute, no wonder he's one of my favorites in the game. "In order of what you said so far: Yes. Yes. In distress but far from helpless. Looks to me that your not on my side but trying to be by my side. And thank you for the lovely compliment."

Luis looked a little surprised and turned to Leon, "Is she...uh...?"

The agent grinned, "Don't worry, she's cool."

I grinned back, "I'm not the cool one, you and Luis are, Leon. I'm just a girl who happens to know how to make things go boom!"

Luis grinned at me and chuckled softly, "Really? So you're not the nervous breakdown type?"

"Nope." I quipped happily, "And you can stop flirting with me right now, Luis. Dangerous situations plus flirting equals everyone's deaths."

"How's that?"

"¡Te voy a matar!"

We all whirled around toward one of the windows that faced the village farm. From small space between the boards we saw that the flood of Ganados were inching ever closer to the cursed cabin. The first group had arrived on the other side of the wooden bridge, which ment that the other half was just as close to us as they are. I wanted to rant at that moment but held back my rage.

"That's why." I muttered, glaring at them as they continued their rentless march. Leon scowled and shoved the bookcase into place, bringing out his handgun as Luis brought out his Red 9. Ooh shiny!

"Rally, hide upstairs. Luis, you're with me." he ordered curtly. I nodded and scurried up the steps. I paused at the top step as the first whine of creaking wood was heard and I waited.

"Okay, it's game time." Luis mused and he cocked his gun. Damn, I love that line! I kept low and out sight of the windows as I made for the wardrobe sitting by the wall. I guess Ashley hid in there...what fun. Leon and Luis are risking their lives to save mine and I get stuck playing 'Hide From The Bad Guys Like A Sissy.'

Gunshots rang out downstairs as the Ganados attempted to break into the cabin. Wood splintered loudly as the first one broke through the boarded window. I could hear Luis swearing and firing madly in that direction. "They're all over the place!"

"Well, no fucking duh!" Leon griped loudly over the gunshots as another group broke through the bookcase, "Goddamnit!"

CRASH! There went the front door.

"Jesus Christ!"

BLAM!

BLAM!

"Did you sent out those invitations?" Luis joked, "I told you no more than fifty people!" Lovely line.

BANG!

BANG!

"Luis, shut up before I shove my foot up your ass and shoot you in the back!" Oooh, Leon's pissed.

"Screeeee...!"

Whip!

"Argh!"

Okay, fuck hiding! I scurried back to the steps, bounded down with a Flash grenade in hand and met with a horrible sight. Every Ganado in that room had revealed their plagas. Their sickening squeals and whipping tentacles filled the air as well as their disgusting smell. Did Leon forget to not aim for the head or was it Luis? No time for that now 'cause more villagers were trying to push their way through the first group.

"RALLY!"

I whirled around and saw Leon and Luis next to the stairs...but they weren't in control of the fight! Two normal Ganados had them pinned to the wall by their necks, their guns on the floor by their feet. Damn, these guys are strong! The two villagers were strangling my two heroes and holding them for Las Plagas villagers to chop their heads off.

"What are you doing here?!" Leon croaked angrily, rage in his blue eyes. He was turning slightly blue and struggling to breathe but I knew he really wasn't mad at me. He just thought I was crazy to come down and let the enemies see me. And I was. I was crazily pissed to see them doing this to my heroes.

"Looks to me that I'm saving your ass!" I called back and chucked the little blue grenade into the group as they swiveled their icky eyes toward me. Leon growled slightly but he and Luis saw the grenade and they both kicked their villagers away, diving for the floor and their guns. Apparently Leon wasn't fast enough, when one plaga villager whipped its razor sharp bony tentacle in his direction and caught him across his lower back. A large angry gash formed and blood gushed from it. It was the last thing that damn plaga managed to do before the grenade went off and a brillant flash erupted within the room.

Las Plagas villagers shrieked as they disintegrated and the normal ones cried out in pain. I'm pretty sure those outside who were dumb enough to look into the room were blinded as well. I tried to run down the stairs and help Leon but Luis bounded up the steps and pushed me back up as the next wave rushed in.

"Luis! Leon's hurt!" I cried but he refused to let me go.

"Listen, I know that but he doesn't want these guys knowing you're here. We're thankful for your help but don't do that again unless its necessary. So please, do him this favor and stay up here."

I pouted but was a little flattered that Leon cared this much. Well, duh! He's the hero! And a gentleman. Besides, he risked his life to save Sherry in Raccoon, remember? "Fine, but take these." I handed him a couple of Flash Grenades. He thanked me and returned downstairs to help Leon. Damn the cute blonde guy who had all the First Aid Sprays for being so stubborn.

CRASH!

I stifled a scream of fright as tiny shards of glass rained down from my left. I snapped my head to the window and saw the tip of the ladder resting on the bottom frame of the window. Holy shit! I sprang up and wrung my hands but kept away from the window. Oh! Not good! Not good! It only been five mintues and the Ganados are already attacking the second story?! That can't be right, they're only suppose to attack it in about ten to fifteen mintues. I breathed out slowly and kept low to the floor. I'm still a part of the team and I need to help Leon and Luis from being overwhelmed.

I crept toward the windowsill as the Ganado, Don Pablo, climbed the ladder. I sprang up and shoved him and the ladder away from the window. As he tipped back, I shot back to crouched position and heard him scream as he pitched over and landed on the group below. There was a loud, sick crack! and he was out permanently. Score! One down and about thirty or forty left to go.

"Rally?! Are you okay? What's going on up there?!" Leon called up worriedly. Shit! What to do? What to do?!

"I'm fine! It's nothing!" I called back. Liar! I hate lying to him!

CRASH!

Oh, COME ON! Damnit!

"What was that!?" Luis called up which followed up by a couple of gunshots.

"Nothing!" I scurried over to the other window and pushed the ladder back without revealing myself to the villagers. Just wait a few mintues, you damn villagers! Wait ten goddamn minutes!

CRASH!

CRASH!

Argh!! Fuck! The struggle below was intensely loud and I knew I was basically on my own on the second floor. No wonder this is the most intense part of the game...well part of the village actually. I raced to the two newly broken windows and pushed the ladders off while still trying to keep out of sight. Both men fell from the ladders and out of my hair for the moment.

Then came the bad news...

"La chica esta aquí!" one villager screamed. I assumed it was one of the ones I shoved away and suddenly all four ladders slammed against the walls. Oh...SHIT! They know I'm here! I raced back and forth knocking the ladders over and hoping I'm fast enough to keep them at bay. But then they caught on to what I was doing and are now holding the ladders up to keep them from being knocked away so easily. Shit!

"Leon! Luis!" I screamed in terror when I found my attempts to be useless now. Did they hear me? Gunshots continued to be fired down below as half the villagers continued to flood the first floor. I guess not. I have no choice but to hide, if I didn't then Leon will get pissed and I'll be carried off...but I have to keep the villagers from surrounding them somehow. I grabbed a few Hand and Incerdinary grenades from my side pack and headed for the rail of the steps. I quickly pulled out some strands of shirt string and strung them up to the bottom of the rails individually and fed them all the way back to the wardrobe.

"Leon! Luis!!" I shrieked again. Now they heard me but it was too late. The four ladders slammed against the walls again as I quickly hid inside and tried to keep the strings as low as possible to the floor so that the villagers won't set them off too early. Thank you action movies!

(A/N: I know I'm breaking the laws of science by doing this and the fact that they don't all go off when one does...so bare with it okay?)

Seconds later, the villagers flooded the second floor and began to search for me while half went to the stairs to surprise my heroes. I peeked through the crack of the door and waited for them to get pretty close to the steps...and down a few...

NOW!

I yanked on the first string and...

BOOM!

Villagers flew everywhere and screamed in agony. Score! Now if Leon and Luis ignored that then I'm kicking their asses if we live through this. More poured into the second floor and they went to the stairs to block the two men. I yanked on the second string and another explosion occurred, sending Ganados flying. I could hear Leon swearing like crazy as he tried to force his way up the steps but failing as more flooded the top steps. I pulled on the third one and it exploded as well but it was a lot softer..it was the Incendinary grenade and villagers were running around the top floor while on fire. The other villagers kept away from them and surged toward the stairs. I was about to pull on the last Hand grenade when a shadow overcame my light and I looked up the crack, thinking that one of the villagers was merely standing in front of the wardrobe to stay away from the stairs.

But it was worse than that.

Apparently, one villager was smart enough to watch the rail and the strings and followed them back to the innoccent looking wardrobe. And that villager was glaring at me through the door crack with glowing yellow eyes. Oh, shit... I dropped the string in favor of the handles as the female villager tried to pry open the door. I grabbed the handles and pulled back to keep them closed.

The villager gave up the handles after a bit but I kept them tightly closed just in case, but the villager decided to open the wardrobe in a different way.

CRACK!

The very tip of a kitchen knife punctured through the wood and I screamed. Holy shit, she's trying to carve her way through!

CRACK!

A sharp sickle blade stabbed through the wood a bit and it was yanked away and another pair of yellow eyes gazed through the little hole. Crap, another one taking a whack at the wardrobe. The knife was pulled back and the two stabbed the door again at my head level. Again and again the two stabbed at the door, trying to break their way through. Thankfully this wood was strong and thick...

CRACK!

I just hope its strong enough to outlast the battle! There was another whack and the razor sharp edge of an axe pierced through. Three people now?! Three more blades punched through the wood. Oh my GOD! SIX?!

"LEON!" I howled in terror, "HELP!!"

Cha-chuck BOOM!

Cha-chuck BOOM!

BLAM!

BLAM!

"Rally!" Leon cried out in worry and started blasting at the Ganados blocking their way. I could tell they were at the center of the steps and three fourths of the mob were dead. That left just the guys outside my door and a handful waiting below for my drop. My heroes were on their way but they still had to get through the wall of Ganados to get to me and this door is starting to cave in!!

Crack!

Crush!

Crack!

Crush!

Geez, don't these guys ever get tired?!

Crack!

Crush!

Crack!

Crush!

Crack!

Crush!

CRACK!

CRUSH!

CRASH!!

I screamed out in fear as the door finally gave in and hands shot in my direction and grabbed ahold of my arms. I howled in rage as they yanked me out of my hiding place and began to push me toward the nearest window.

"RALLY!" Leon charged toward me with his shotgun in hand and blasted at the guy holding me in the legs but missed when one villager stood in the way and took the hit. "Damnit!" He whacked Don Manuel out of the way with the butt of the weapon and a trio of villagers kept close to me, daring him to fire. Instead of firing Agent Kennedy slammed his weapon into their faces, pushing past them and reached out to me. I knew and the Ganados knew that as long as I was near them, Leon wouldn't fire, at least not with the shotgun. A stray hit from that and it's game over for me. Damn them for forcing him to fight weaponless. Well, sort of. He still had his knife but it was useless in a fight like this. I reached out back, trying to grasp his hand.

"Leon!" I cried, my eyes wet from the tears of fear that were streaming down my face. I was scared. I was scared completely out of my mind and I couldn't help but cry. I was scared that I may actually die or become one of Saddler's creepy puppets. Or worse. Leon dying or becoming one of Saddler's minions. The fact remained that I was completely scared for not only my safety but Leon's as well. And his eyes...his light blue eyes. I could see the exact same fear in them, I knew I had. The fear that we may not live or see each other again in this insane nightmare.

Our hands brushed each other for a bit before Leon was tackled away from me and knocked to the floor. I cried out in shock as he screamed in pain when he landed on his lower back where the gash was and his shotgun skidded across the floor. Where was Luis?!

There!

Trapped in the corner with Ganados crowded around him in a semi circle.

Oh, crap!

We're losing..!

This is it!

Game over!

Wait...

Something was pushing against my side. I looked at my waist and saw that there was one more Flash Grenade on my belt loop, the other grenades were tucked safely in my side pack, only I couldn't reach them. But I could reach my belt loops. I grabbed the flash grenade and chucked it in Luis' direction.

"Luis! Flash!" I yelled and he held up his arms protectively over his face. The little grenade went off and the mob of Ganados cried out in surprise. Luis instantly brought his arms down and fired into the group, killing them and clearing a path.

As the gang of Ganados pushed me toward the window, Leon and Luis were fighting fiercely to break away from them and get to me... but I wasn't watching their fight. I watching one villager that was slumped against the rail. Was he really dead?

Because I wasn't paying attention to what was going and had stopped struggling, the Ganados succeeded in shoving me out of the window. I screamed in fright from two things. One, I was just shoved out of the second floor window. Two, that "dead" Ganado wasn't dead, he was playing possum! Leon and Luis were close and had their backs turned to him!

I struggled wildly against the villagers once I landed in their open arms and they began to cart me off like a piece of firewood. Come on you guys! Give a girl a break! I looked toward the second floor window, hoping to see Leon with his rifle aimed and ready. Come on, Leon... you can take these guys out! I know you can! Or Luis! Yeah, Luis will be racing out of the cabin firing his Red 9 while Leon gave him cover...

BBBBOOOOMMM!

The two story cabin quaked under the sudden explosion, a blast of air and random junk were forced out of the second floor windows. Jesus freaking Christ! Where did that explosion come from?! HOW did it happen?! Then I remembered...the villager playing dead...there was something in his hand...

Oh...

my...

god...

MY HAND GRENADE! The bastard used my Hand grenade! I stared in shock as the cabin shook under the aftermath the explosion, villagers were still flying out of the windows of the second floor and smoke billowing out of the cabin. The roof and second floor walls were damaged, broken and somewhat burned. After that explosion, all was still and silent...even the villagers carrying me toward the log gates were eeriely quiet. Perhaps mourning for their fellow villagers?

Leon...?

Luis...?

I continued to stare at the house in hopes of seeing the two fine and dandy...and heavily pissed. But no one came out of the cabin. My eyes glazed over with a sheen of tears as realization hit me. Leon and Luis...were...dead. Killed by my weapon...by my trap that I had set up for the villagers! And the enemies used it against them! Oh my GOD!! I just killed my two heroes!!!

"NOOO!" I howled in anguish as the villagers continued to carry me away. I thrashed furiously against them, pulling in my limbs, yanking on their arms in attempt to free myself and get inside the cabin. I didn't want to leave! I didn't want to leave Leon and Luis by themselves to die! I would rather die beside them than being the only one alive and be some neo crazy version of their miracle baby! I don't want to be their version of Jesus! (no offense religious ones!)

"NO! Let me go! LEON! LUIS! Nooo!" I screamed, still flailing about in their arms. The villagers stopped in front of a shack to tighten their grip on me. What was the point in struggling? Leon and Luis were dead... No one was coming to rescue me. I doubt Wesker or Ada will come to help. Hell, he may be my favorite RE villain but Wesker wouldn't give a rat's ass about me. Ada, however, will probably pump me full of lead for allowing Leon to die in my trap. I wouldn't blame her... I'll probably blow myself away if given a chance...

Tatatatatatatatatatatatatatatat!

The angry chatter of a TMP broke the silence and the tiny shots slammed into the villagers. They released me and I fell to the ground as their bodies danced to the beat of the high speed weapon. One of the villagers' plaga revealed itself and clawed out in the cool night air in anger. The plaga swiveled its ugly eye at me and lashed out, hitting me across the face with its razor sharp tentacle three times. A gash formed over the bridge of my nose, another over my right eye and the third went up from below my left ear to just below my left eye. The intense pain slapped me so hard that I fell back and shrieked, my hands flying up to my face and covered it as a flash grenade was thrown. The device exploded, killing the plaga and I felt someone rushing over to me and helped me up.

"Lass, let me see the injury."

Merchant...

"I thought you only helped us only for the money." I muttered as I kept my hands over my face. I could tell that the merchant wanted to chuckle at the comment but knew that now wasn't the time. He had one arm wrapped around my waist to steady me as I leaned heavily on one leg.

"Aye, that's true but that don't mean I'm heartless, now am I?" he questioned, "Besides, I don't like people attackin' others while they are defenseless."

I blinked at him with my left eye, the only thing I allowed him to see of my face. "I have grenades. How does that qualify me as being defenseless?"

The merchant smiled from beneath his violet scarf, "Aye, ya have grenades but are limited to use them in combat. Think 'bout it, lass. If ya used them before while in their hands, ya would've blown yerself to bits."

I sighed as I lowered my gaze. "True."

"Now let me see the injury, lass."

I stepped away from him and shook my head still holding my hands up to my face. The merchant sighed, put his weapon away and held up a First Aid Spray. I stared at it.

"Lass, I can't help ya if ya don't let me see the injury."

I sighed again and slowly lowered my hands. The merchant's eyes widen in shock at the slashes that decorated my face. The gashes burned with pain, my face was smeared with my own blood and the only way I could see was to keep my left eye open. All I could do at the time was stare at the little white spray bottle.

Leon...

Luis...

The merchant flinched at the sight and held the little bottle up to my face.

"This will fix it." he muttered then looked startled as I snatched at his arm. "Lass, what are ya doing?!"

"How many of these do you have on you now?" I asked seriously as I swiped the First Aid Spray from his grip.

"More than enough to take care of the injury."

"Fix me later!" I raced back to the cabin with the bottle, "Leon and Luis need this more than I do!"

The merchant chased after me as I flew into the cabin and up the stairs. He nearly ran into me when I suddenly stopped dead in my tracks. There on the wooden floor sprawled the two forms that were none other than Leon and Luis. I shrieked in terror and ran to them with the First Aid Spray in hand.

"Oh my god! Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!" I babbled as I dropped to my knees next to them and looked them over as quickly as I could. The merchant knelt to next to Leon and looked him over more carefully then gazed over at Luis, taking note of something I really didn't notice at the time. He sat back on his feet and began to remove a box full of First Aid Sprays.

"Lass, calm down. The two are fine... a bit banged up but still alive." He handed me a handful of sprays and went to tend Luis. I think he figured that I wanted to tend to Leon...because it was my fault that the guy nearly died. As I turned to look at my hero, I finally noticed the full extent of his injuries. The back of his black shirt was badly burned, his hair slightly singed and of course the cuts that were scattered all over his tall frame. I held my hand just above his mouth and felt the warm puffs of his shallow breathing. At least his neck wasn't broken and nothing was blocking his windpipe.

First things first...heal that damn gash on his lower back. I really can't heal all his injuries if he's going to thrash around like a fish if I flip him over onto his back. I scowled at his form fitting shirt. It's really a pain in the ass to lift this thing if its tailored to fit him so damn well for two things...well its actually more than two but right now all I can think are just the two major ones. One, it sticks to the dried blood of a wound easily, making it difficult to not reopen wounds. Two... it's very distracting.

(A/N: It's true! Just look at his shirt! It's so... form fitting... and yummy... I'm serious! Look at his pants! They ride pretty low...almost exposing his sexy hips... Well they are exposed just covered by his lovely shirt. I'll be honest, I was kind of thinking of writing this fic with romance between us to begin with but... It just wasn't right. I mean, if I did that I may end up falling for this guy and end up searching the world for a guy exactly like Leon. Looks, personality, name... you name it. So I decided against it... but you can tell that I haven't done that well of changing it. Maybe I can myself sorta try to get close to him but then back off as soon as I remember he's already got two chicks after his ass and I don't want to be the third? Oh, and about what's coming up might have you question me. But it was for the sake of the fic... and for the big laugh you'll get. Okay, enough babbling! On with the fic!)

I lifted the back of his shirt as carefully as I could to heal the wound but I ended up reopening it. Leon twitched in his sleep and groaned softly in pain. I flinched at his act. Oh! Sorry, Leon! Damn this is difficult. I managed to lift his shirt enough to spray the gash and watched it heal. It always fascinated me on how a simple little spray like this could heal a deep wound completely and do it in several seconds. The gash bubbled and fizzed as the liquid worked its magic and healed the wound, replacing the dead skin with a fresh layer of new flesh. I wiped the dried blood off his lower back and noticed that his entire upper back was red. I stared at it then looked up at the merchant who was spraying Luis' injuries.

"How's Luis?" I asked as I pondered over Leon's red back. He was caught in the blast that's for sure but he must've known about it before hand and got as far from the villager as possible on the second floor. So why is he so red? (A/N: I kow the Hand grenades are frags but just for the fic they're not.)

"Aye, he's fine. Not as injuried as your friend there." he replied as he applied some spray to the spaniard's forehead.

"How can he not be that injuried? They were both caught in a grenade blast in basic ground zero."

The merchant said nothing but gave me the 'Do-you-have-to-ask-such-a-stupid-question' look. He stared at me for a couple of seconds and gazed at Leon's back. I followed his gaze and my questions were answered. I scowled at the unconscious agent. For the first time I felt like whacking him over the head to wake him up and yell into his face. Seriously, who came up with the idea for Leon to be so damn heroic that he would actually try to kill himself to save another?! Heroic? Yes. Smart? No.

Okay, what he did in Raccoon to save Ada by taking a bullet in her stead was nice but at least he had a better chance of surviving a bullet. There was little to no chance of him surviving a close range grenade blast by taking the brunt of it for another. He's fucking lucky to have survived it! Doesn't Leon get it yet?! Did what I had said to him in the farm go in one ear and out the other?! He can't keep this up! If he does then he dies and the this whole damn mission was for nothing! I glared at him, wanting so badly to beat him to death for being so...heroic! But... I couldn't really bring myself to hate him for long.

"Always the hero and gentelman." I muttered bitterly, "You're lucky that you're my favorite... and being so damn cute."

"What did ya say, lass?" the merchant questioned with a suggestive look in his eye. "Cute, ya say?" I guess he must've figured out that I sorta liked Leon... as my favorite... nothing more.

"No." I griped, "I said, 'he's lucky to survive the blast.'"

The merchant grinned under his scarf. "Right."

"Shut up." I growled, suddenly thankful for the blood covering my face. It was hiding the blush I know for certain that was there. In speaking of the blood on my face, it was beginning to dry and crust. Which meant it was severely itchy right now. I didn't dare scratch my face now, it was messed up enough as it is. I didn't want to rip it open even more. I looked at his injuries again and noticed at the burns not only covered his upper back but his shoulders and the back of his neck. I couldn't heal them as well with his shirt in the way. Which meant that Leon's form fitting black shirt... had to come off.

I dropped my sprays as the realization hit me, stood up quickly, and walked briskly toward the stairs. The merchant looked at me in surprise then looked at unconscious agent as I continued to walk to the stairs. "Problems, lass?" he asked and I paused after taking two steps down the stairs. I glanced at him with my good eye and then looked at Leon.

"Yeah. His burns. I can't heal them." I replied calmly, glaring at the railing.

"And why's that?"

"His shirt is in the way."

The merchant blinked in confusion, "Then why don't..." He smiled as he quickly caught on. "Oh..." He chuckled as I glared at him then marched down the stairs. "Does something bother yer heart whenever ya look at him and think...a little lovey dovey?"

"Shut up and heal him before I decide to take Leon's shotgun and bother your heart with it!" I yelled angrily from the first floor. I heard him laugh out loud upstairs as I sat next to the old table and glared at the busted door. I felt like beating the crap out of someone. I kind of wished there was a villager left to beat on right now.

A few mintues later...

" 'ey, lass! Ya can come up now. Yer friend's healed." the merchant called down and I stopped carving on the wood with a knife I found. I tossed it away, it wasn't good anymore, the edge had wore away. I stepped carefully toward the stairs, feeling both relieved and upset. Relieved because Leon is out of danger for now and he is now able to keep going... at least when he wakes up. Upset because the agent's injuries were my responsibilty to heal and it was my fault for letting the villagers use my trap against us. That and something else but I wasn't going to think about it right now.

I walked up the stairs, thanking the merchant as I went up. I guess the merchant wasn't such a bad person after all. He saved me, he healed Leon and Luis with his First Aid Sprays...and all for free. I bounded the last few steps with a smile and reached the top. I looked at him and then at Leon...

My body froze and my smile faded.

There, lying on the floor, face up was the agent.

My hero and dear friend was in front of me..

And he was shirtless!

I whirled around, shot back down the stairs and screamed angrily from the room below. The merchant laughed at his prank as I fumed at the bottom of the stairs. I wanted to fulfill my threat at that precise moment... but Leon's weapons were upstairs. To get to them I had to go back up and grabbed them. But in order to do that I had to have my eye open to see where the shotgun was lying at and in doing so I will end up looking at Leon.

"ASS!" I raged from the first floor. I shook my head furiously in hopes of getting rid of the image that my mind so coldly snapped a picture of. I failed miserbly. I clenched my hands, my body quivered in embarassment, and my face was completely red. I should have known he was going to do that! He knew! He fucking KNEW that I was going to react like this!

"Got ya, lass!" the merchant laughed from the room above, "Ya didn't think I was going to let ya use my sprays for free, now did ya? Yer expression is a nice payment for my services." (A/N: I'm not trying to make the merchant bad, I just made him do it for the fun of it. It was funny, right?)

"PUT HIS SHIRT BACK ON BEFORE I KILL YOU!" I roared angrily, glaring at the ceiling of the first floor with a murderous glint in my eye. The merchant laughed again.

"Not before I embarass you in front of yer friend first!" he shot back.

"How you plan on doing that? Strip him in front me while he's up?"

"No..." I could hear the mirth in his voice, "I got proof, lass! A picture is worth a thousand words!"

"YOU TOOK A PICTURE!?"

"Aye!"

"DAMN YOU!"

"All right, all right! Ya can come back up. Yer friend is covered back up now." the merchant called down with mirth in his tone a few seconds later. I glared up at the ceiling and headed for the stairs. "For your sake, he better be..." I hissed as I stalked up the steps. I paused at the last few steps, hesitating. Was he going to pull the same trick twice? He would love that, wouldn't he?

"Lass, are ya afraid that I may pull the same trick twice? Or are ya afraid to see yer hero completely bare?" he challenged teasingly. I wish he hadn't said that. My imagination decided to be evil now and painted the image into my mind's eye. I blushed fiercely. Curse my wild imagination and the idiot who gave it something to play with. I pushed the mental picture aside and marched up the stairs with my head held high. I wasn't about to let the merchant get the best of me...again.

(A/N: Believe me, it's difficult to think about anything else if the image of a nude Leon is stuck in your mind. I curse my friend for doing that to me. Now I have and forever will have...that image burned into my mind. I also curse the fact that I read some romance novels... now my head is filled with naughty thoughts of Leon... Oh, don't get me started on the dreams at night... I'm not liking this. 'No romance between authoress and cute game character hero guy!' I've got to start chanting that...)

I entered the second floor and hesitantly looked in Leon's general direction. Sure enough, the agent was dressed and still unconscious as well as Luis. I blushed inwardly at the idea that if Luis had woken up and seen me stare at a half naked Leon. I can only imagine two things if that happened. One, Luis will tease Leon or me to no end about it. Second, he would wish that it was him who took the full brunt of the blast instead of Leon.

I walked over to the merchant, who stood by smiling like an idiot and whacked him over the head with my hand. I glared at him dangerously with my left eye. My right eye is fine, if you're wondering, it's just that the blood would seep into it if I opened it. Now its fused shut because of the dried blood... and it itches! I jabbed my blood covered finger into the merchant's chest.

"If you weren't here to help me look after and care for those two, I'd break your arms!" I hissed icily as I looked him in the eye. I turned away from the merchant, walked over to were the fallen heroes lay, and sat down between them, indian fashion. I sat there and looked at each one until weariness overcame me. My eye slowly began to close and my head dropped to my chest but when it did, I would snap back awake and tried to resume my watch. The merchant watched me try and smiled.

"Lass, fatigue has caught up with ya." he said, "I think its best to rest awhile. These two won't be awake 'til quite some time."

I shook my head tiredly, refusing to sleep. "No, I have to stay awake in case the villagers return." I mumbled sleepily, my eye drooping once more.

"Aye, yer mind says one thing but yer body says otherwise." he mused, "Get some sleep, lass. I'll watch over for ya."

I looked at him and a small smile spread across my bloody face. The merchant was right, I needed sleep to stay alive. I looked at both Leon and Luis, allowing my eye to slowly close and my head sank to my chest.

"Thank you..." I murmured and my eye closed, allowing my body to recharge and dreams to weave their stories.

Sleep.

Sleep is nice...

Sleep is good...

Leon...

Luis...

Good...night...

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Whew! Finally finished this chappy! Long wasn't it? This may be the longest and funniest chapters you'll ever read in this fic...maybe... If you're wondering why, well its because I didn't know how to end it. And when I did try to more ideas pop in and I had to add them to it. And soon, I got this long chapter! Well, I hoped you liked it!

Will I keep the scars or let Leon heal them up? I guess you can say that the scars are to remind me to be careful in this nightmare. If I don't think things through I could end up killing Leon by mistake or myself.

About the whole seeing Leon half naked deal. Well I actually had a dream about it and it was so funny that I just had to put in the fic. I got that dream as a result of my friend telling me in great detail on how she had thought Leon would look like if he was completely nude. And because of the details, my imagination painted the picture in my head and now I'm stuck with it for life. Now I really can't sleep because I'm afraid to dream anything, if I did dream anything then chances are they are about Leon...and me. And that somewhat sickens me.

Reading romance novels after playing Resident Evil 2 or 4 before going to bed is bad. Why does Japan keep making such sexy guys if they know this is going to drive fangirls insane?! I bet nearly every Leon fangirl is on the manhunt for guy exactly like Leon Scott Kennedy!

You know... may be I should just write a Leon fic that has romance between us just to get it out of my head, ya know? Maybe that's I have difficulty writing fics of him. I'm thinking of making a sequel to this fic but I don't have any ideas so far, so drop me a line and tell if you guys want a sequel or not, okay?

Please R&R!

Thank you!

Evilvixen05 aka Pikpixie03...Pik pik pik!