Leon S. Kennedy

"Hazard pay." he explained and pushed himself up on his elbows just to take a moment to run his gaze down along Farrar's body.

Chris was nowhere to be seen, he must have had to leave for…he wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

The message from Chris read: 'Tundra called in with Intel. Back in the morning.'

He'd thought as much when Chris had gotten up at around 4, kissed his forehead and answered his mumbled question with "Heading out". It was routine. Just having a third person in bed with them was...

Well, not new, but not a regular occurrence by any stretch of the imagination.

"Big breakfast it is." Leon announced finally and fished for the phone on the nightstand to put in the order before addressing the other question.

"We're going to work on that bigger one." he announced and settled comfortably on his side, bracing his head on one hand. "I was more talking about..."

A vague gesture between them, then at the door to include Chris in absentia.

i thought i told you to stay back.

i love you too much to let you get hurt like this.

this affects me, too, you know.

every time you leave, i sit up all night waiting, praying you'll come back alive.

you keep pulling stunts like this and something bad will happen.

do you have a death wish or something?

this isn't fair to me.

i deserve better than this.

i didn't get any sleep last night because i was so worried about you.

you promised me you'd stop going out at night.

i don't like hearing this.

you've been risking your life, and for what? so you can feel like a goddamn hero?

i said i would handle it.

what the fuck are you doing here?

you told me you'd stay put.

so much for laying low.

you remember how bad it was last time.

seems like you haven't learned anything.

i believe you promised me you'd lay low.

i can't keep doing this.

don't give me that look.

we'll discuss this later.

this stops now.

i'm tired of picking up the pieces once you've left.

you keep throwing yourself into danger.

you don't give a shit about yourself, do you?

i'm sitting here, worried out of my mind, while you're out doing god knows what.

that was really stupid of you, and you know it.

i thought you knew better than this.

what's your excuse this time?

you do realize what this does to me, right? seeing you get hurt like this? you know it hurts me, too?

you really don't give a shit how this affects me, huh.

that was the dumbest possible thing you could have done.

i need you to stop throwing yourself into harm's way.

that was completely unnecessary.

they had it handled.

you didn't need to step in like that.

why do you think you're invincible?

the last time you pulled a stunt like this, it nearly got you killed.

i can't just sit here and watch you get hurt.

what are you trying to prove?

you just like fucking with my heart, don't you.

this shit hurts me, too, you know.

you're not the only one affected by this shit.

you've got a lot of people counting on you to come home every night.

what happens if you don't come back?

you think we can just carry on without you?

you think i can handle things if you end up dead?

i'm not sticking around to watch you get hurt.

you're not even slick.

you think you're invincible, don't you.

quit pretending you've got everything under control.

let someone else do it for a change.

you can't keep putting yourself through shit like this and expect me to just sit back and watch.

i'm done with this.

next time you do this, i'm not coming back.

promise me this is the end.

look me in the eyes and tell me you'll stop doing this.

let the authorities deal with it.

you're making a big mistake.

is it worth dying for?

It was happening again.

Someone he lo--

Someone he cared about was infected with a monstrous disease. Was Leon changing? Turning into something else?

(Skin rippling, skin splitting, skin ripping apart to reveal the creature being born from within as Susan writhed and wept and stared up at him wide-eyed, black-eyed, inhuman-eyed, begging him to--)

He found his voice, though he couldn't keep it from cracking a little as he spoke.

"What is it?"

"Souvenir." he said and suppressed a cough on his way to the couch. "From Raccoon City."

Letting himself fall heavily into the pillows, he took a deep breath.

"I was bitten. Didn't turn. We ..." he cringed at another stab of pain. "We thought I was immune. Guess it just took a while to catch up to me."

He caught Harry's eyes, the painfully tight expression on his face and a part of him cursed Murphy for putting Harry through this. Then he cursed himself for calling her in the first place.

Harry ground his teeth together, resisting the urge to simply kick the door down and check in on the all-too-stubborn agent whether he liked it or not. Leon would probably shut him out entirely at that point, and that was the last thing he needed to be doing.

He remembered a time when he'd shut everyone out, barely eating or sleeping or bathing, working night and day to undo the horror that had been done to Susan because of him. And he remembered how his friends had been there for him, how Billy had been there, despite the way Harry had treated him.

"I'm not going anywhere," he said finally, his voice softening. "Let me in or don't. Up to you. But you don't have to handle this by yourself."

If he was honest with himself, he'd expected Harry's refusal. Goddamned stubborn asshole.

"There's ..." he started and then bit his tongue when a sharp wave of pain twisted his insides. "Dammit..."

There really wasn't anything Harry could do. He knew what was wrong with him and he knew what fate would ultimately await him.

Still, when the pain faded to a dull throb, Leon picked himself up from the cool tiled floor, doused his face in water and rinsed his mouth, and went to unlock the bathroom door.

He hadn't bothered to put a shirt on, hadn't had time to put a shirt on if he didn't want to be scrubbing the floor, so the dark patch of infection creeping from the left side of his rib cage up towards his chest was perfectly visible.

"Come on, man. Murph called me in to help. I can't help if you don't talk to me so I know what the hell is going on."

"I'm fine." he snapped through the closed bathroom door and was all too aware that he *wasn't* fine.

The pain, weakness and nausea had been getting worse and the only reason Murphy even knew about this was because he'd panicked when he'd found the first black tendrils of the infection creeping up his chest and called her.

Why her of all people?

Probably because he knew that she had no way of contacting Chris. Unlike Claire.

@requiemfortheundead

“I’m sure you’d be able to pay for the room damage charge given your ride and that watch,” Farrar shot back with a laugh, already rolling over to shut off the damn thing. He hadn’t set it—must have been the room’s last occupant, or Leon. Usually Farrar found rising shortly after dawn was a non-issue.

Usually.

"Hazard pay." he explained and pushed himself up on his elbows just to take a moment to run his gaze down along Farrar's body.

is/has been an active suicide risk

Fun Little thing for @galaxiacolibri.

His eyes cut to where she was looking, giving a quick nod when his eyes lit on the relaxed ready stance of Leon.

It didn't exactly easy the tension in his shoulders as he returned to the car.

"Sherry." he called when their new acquaintance helped her out of the car. "I'll get you upstairs, you continue to try and contact Alpha. See who he can spare."

"Got it." she replied easily, falling into step besides Farrar.

"Stay behind me. The path is clear, but let's not give them a chance."

The moment the elevator doors dinged closed behind them, Leon turned towards Farrar and gave him a once over.