Chris makes his way out into the living room and stops abruptly. Leon is asleep, rays of morning sun causing his hair to glow slightly. One arm is dangling off the couch towards his discarded phone. Chris takes in the large black plumes, one draped over the side of the couch while the other is splayed across the small glass table in front of the couch, several items having been knocked onto the floor. Chris can't help but smile. He missed the other man's company dearly.

The sun was high in the sky when Leon slowly pried open his eyes. He squinted and raised an arm, shielding himself from the sun.

"Morning."

The voice startles Leon and he is on his feet, feathers ruffled. Chris chuckles. He is sitting in a chair across the living room, typing away at his phone.

"What time is it?"

"Little after noon."

"Ah, shit." Leon rubs his eyes with the bottom of his palm.

"There's food in the fridge." The brunet flicks the screen and scoffs at something.

"Thanks." He grabs his discarded phone and makes his way over to the fridge and opens it, eyes shining. It was crammed full of everything from eggs and bacon to cheeses, meats and veggies, fresh fruits and an assortment of treats. He wondered if the brunet bought the assortment before he woke up in hopes to sway him. Who was he kidding? Chris was a calorie machine. He probably ate the whole fridge worth once a day.

"I saw what you did last night. Have your powers grown?"

Leon makes sure to keep his back to Chris. He busies himself by making a turkey club sandwich, slicing the tomatoes on a cutting board as he fries some bacon. He swipes the vegetable onto the bread.

"Maybe. Maybe you never knew them all to begin with." Leon says quietly, more so to himself than Chris. He'd always been skeptical about his powers, and not often did he use them anymore. He was trying to be human again.

The brunet sighs and Leon sets down the knife.

"Quit doing that. It's a real downer." He turns off the element and slides the bacon onto the sandwich. He tops it with the greens and three slices of turkey before flipping the bread on top.

"Look, we can talk after I eat. Alright?" Leon doesn't wait for an answer. He takes his sandwich and sits on the back porch.

The sun beats down on his skin and Leon takes a deep breath. A cool breeze carries the faint scents of flowers and freshly mowed grass. The weather was promising for being so late in the fall. He tilts his head back and inhales. It wasn't anything like this in the rest of the town, where the stale pollution hung on the air. It was crisp and fresh. The only way it could be better was if it held the earthy scent of rain.

Chris watched Leon through the window for a few moments. He desperately missed the man dearly, and knew their relationship would be strained, if not forced, for some time. He turned and went about cleaning the knife the agent had used only minutes prior. He had only just finished rinsing it off when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He wiped his hands on his pantlegs and produced it. The screen showed a number he didn't recognize, but it was the local area code so it wasn't a telemarketer or foreign call.

"Hello?"

"You have something that belongs to me and I will be taking it back now."

The call ended as quickly as it started and Chris' heart raced. There was no doubt about the thick, British accent and low snarl who the voice belonged to. But how was it possible? The man was long dead. There was no way he could be alive. Was there? His thoughts churned as he pocketed his phone and quickly made his way outside, grabbing Leon by the arm.

"We have to go. Now." Chris said, his voice full of distress.

"What? Why?" He pulled the man up and through the house urgently. Leon tried to pull free of his grasp, but Leon was barely a match for the mans iron grip and quite a few pounds lighter so he gave up the struggle. Chris pulled him to the front door and they quickly put on their boots.

"Wait, I have to put on my jacket-" He stopped.

"There's no time, we need to leave." Chris took Leon's hand and pulled him outside and towards his truck. He pushed him into the passenger side and got in his own, starting the truck and pulling off down the road.

"Chris, what's going on? I have the right to know."

"I'll tell you as soon as I can figure things out. For now we need to leave the city and find someplace safe."

Chris let his thoughts wander, but after thinking of every possibility, nothing seemed to make sense. When Wesker had died, he had been on good terms with both men. Had something changed? And what did he mean; Chris has something that belonged to him? His eyes flicked over to Leon, and then the small tufts of black feathers that were visible behind his back, and he knew. Wesker wanted Leon, or more specifically, what was inside him. Chris couldn't let that happen.

"Where are we going?" Leon asks as they drive past the closest town.

"Wherever I feel is far enough."

"Please, tell me what's going on. I'm going to be useless to help until you give me some information."

Leon gives Chris a desperate look with his fake, green eyes and he gives in. Leon deserved to know. After all, he was involved in this, more than Chris was.

"Chris? Chris. Speed up." The agent says quickly, his eyes on the side mirror. Chris checks the rear view mirror and sees a large truck coming up behind them extremely fast. He puts the pedal to the floor and the engine revs, propelling the truck forward faster, but not fast enough. They lurch forward as it hits the back of their truck, the force causing Chris to lose control. The vehicle spins before hitting the barrier and blasting through it, rolling into the ditch and stopping upside down.

Leon's head is throbbing. He opens his eyes slowly, the colors filtering into his vision in blurry spots. He tries to blink his vision clear but it doesn't help. He's still strapped to the seat and his arms hang down to the roof. He groans and puts a hand to his head, warm, wet blood staining it. There are words spoken nearby, and the sounds of flesh and bone being struck. He tries to make sense of his upside down world and releases the seat belt, falling to the roof and letting out a groan. He pushes open the door and crawls out. He can only understand parts of what he hears.

"-wont... take him!"

"You are... position to... me, Chris."

'That voice... why is it so familiar?'

There's a thud and he hears his name being spoken weakly, but the sounds break apart and float away on the wind. Suddenly he is being lifted into strong arms, his head tilting back, everything spinning around him. The sun is on his eyes, making everything glow orange. As he is carried off he can feel the ends of his wings dragging across the ground. He lets out a shallow breath and slips into darkness, his body weak and his mind exhausted.