Leon S. Kennedy

((This is part of a fic challenge spread over multiple journals. The full table of links can be found here.

Note: Fic takes place during Resident Evil 2))

He knew right then he was losing hope. Some would call it being realistic, or being prepared. He wasn't prepared for this, any of this, and neither were they.

Once he managed to pick himself up off the floor of the sewer, he ejected the clip of his 9mm. He popped out four bullets, mentally assigning a name for each one. Sherry. Ada. Claire. Leon.

The four had survived so far, but it was largely on luck more than anything else. At this point, Leon was dragging himself around, lurching much like the zombies surrounding the place, with bloody bullet wound in his shoulder. He didn't know what could've happened to him while he was out cold. What could've crawled on him, or bit him in that sewer. He didn't even know how the others had fared.

He couldn't help but think, now, that if it came down to it... that if he had to... that if he had to tell them to...

He wasn't about to give up. He was still breathing, so things were far from over. But...

If they didn't get out of Raccoon alive, they weren't going to get out undead, either.

((This is part of a fic challenge spread over multiple journals. The full table of links can be found here.

Notes: This fic is part of rp canon.))
He was surrounded by silence, a very uncomfortable and awkward silence. He knew that coming here was a mistake, it always was. But there was a part of him that hoped that this time would be different. As the silence lingered on, though, all he could think was that he'd rather be with Claire.

He'd settle for being anywhere but here. A strange thought, since "here" happened to be home.

No one seemed sure of what to say. The adults just gaped at him in muted surprise. The kids, to whom he was a virtual stranger, sat quietly confused by the grown up reactions to his presence.

Maybe he should've called first, told them that he'd be nearby in Philly on business. Maybe he should've taken off his tactical gear; guns and grenades at the table were bad manners. Maybe he should've made more noise when he first entered; he was so quiet that it was nearly a minute before they noticed him there. Perhaps they thought he was a ghost. Maybe he should've asked Claire to come; this would be easier with her here.

Maybe he shouldn't have come at all.

( maybe... )

Leon hasn't had much time to relax in the past few months... not that he has much time to relax ever. But he did manage to steal a few hours for himself while his flight out of Monaco got delayed due to the pouring down rain.

He decided to head back into town for now, and took refuge in a small bar on the edge of town. It was a quiet place, clean, and out of the way of the usual tourist crowds, all of which suited him just fine. He noted where all the exits were, then took a seat at a table which gave him a good view from all sides. It was an unconscious habit by now for him to do that.

He ordered a beer, then set about looking over documents and reports stored on his PDA. He figured if he at least got started with a bit of work, then he wouldn't feel as bad getting in a few rounds of tetris later on. Hopefully things would remain quiet tonight...

Leon remained on the ground for the moment. His head was still dazed from the recent explosion, and the chunks of plaster that fell on him had knocked some of the wind out of him.

He looked around a little, seeing the world in a clouded haze. The agent he was partnered with was starting to stir a few feet away from him. Another agent, a british MI5 agent from the looks of her uniform, was checking on them both. He couldn't hear what she was saying over the ringing in his ears. More agents from the the joint US/UK team were filing in, clearing the scene.

He smirked to himself. They entered the small house when the terrorist they were after had started to make his bombs. He got startled, dropped something, and up he went. Wasn't much left of the scene to clear after that.

Leon sat up and rubbed his head, wondering how his life got like this. Then glanced at his watch, saw the date, and remembered how his life got like this.

Raccoon City... One night, so long ago, and things haven't been the same since.

((Inspired by DM Prompt 007 #2))

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Most of my time has been eaten by RL recently, and that will probably be the case for the next week or three. I'm still around, so if you need Leon for a scene, just poke me here or on AIM. Just to warn you, I'll probably be slow as hell about getting to it, though.

There was a slight change in Leon's apartment. The guns, knife, and badge that he left behind were now gone. His PINpoint and futurephone were missing as well, and both items remained turned off. The birthday gift Claire left behind (and he knew it was from her without needing to see any tags; she was the only person who knew it was his birthday) was stashed somewhere safe.

He still wasn't around, though, as he was back at work again. Given that the STARS team is still in training and have yet to be cleared for active duty (not to mention that there was someone in the DoD that was seriously pushing for them to be shut down before they ever got started), Leon requested to be temporarily assigned elsewhere. Though he's still going to be STRATCOM's liaison officer assigned to STARS, he was currently back at his previous detail, protecting the President and the First Family.

Knowing what he now knows about Saddler, he feels it's the best place to be. Given that Saddler sent thousands of ganados into the nexus to die to show that he had the manpower to waste like that, Leon wouldn't put it past the bastard to make a run at The President, or Ashley, just because he could. Not that he could do much to prevent it, but if it were to happen, he wanted to be in a better position to play defense.