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The metallic clinking and the lower punching sounds made their way into the sleep of Leon Scott Kennedy until the government agent realized that those sounds were real and didn't belong to the dream that just started to turn into a nightmare. With a small groan Leon opened his eyes and for a second the numbers on the alarm clock next to him were blinding. It took a while he could see the time properly and another groan escaped his throat. It was two in the night and he just hoped that the sounds that shooed him up, hadn't woken up his girlfriend next to him as well since Claire Redfield seldom slept a night through in the last months. Her memories replayed themselves over and over in her dreams and didn't let her sleep. But that was only understandable - Claire was so torn up with guilt, anger and pain that her subconsciousness just couldn't find rest. Leon looked to the side and closed his eyes in dismay. The sounds hadn't woken Claire... the bed beside him was empty so it was more than possible that she was the one creating these sounds!
"Damn it, Red," Leon growled, pushed back the covers and got out of the bed. That was the moment Leon realized that he had fallen asleep in their bed with his tactical clothes on - once again. He even still wore his boots... no wonder that Claire refused to buy bedsheets made of satin or silk. Yawning Leon made his way through the hallway, down the stairs and to the room that was placed on the ground floor next to the kitchen. The closer he got, the louder the punching sounds became and when Leon stepped into the doorframe he could see his favourite redhead throwing her fists against a sandbag hanging from the ceiling. Claire's face had a concentrated but yet tormented expression and despite the sweat shimmering on her skin, Leon could see, that she had been crying. With a sigh he entered the room and stepped behind the sandbag to hold it, since that way it didn't swing around like mad and it was easier for Claire to get proper hits without eventually hurting herself.

But then, after a few more minutes Claire landed one last blow to the bag, made a step forward and leaned herself against the sweaty leather to catch her breath. " I trusted him," she pressed out between her clenched teeth and her breathing came in fast, ragged gasps. Her hand balled into a fist again and with a swing she landed another heavy blow on the sandbag. " I trusted this goddamn asshole and he betrayed me," she growled and hit the sandbag again. "He betrayed me after all we had done together – after all we had tried to achieve."

A hollow scream emerged from Claire's mouth and she started hitting the sandbag again. For a while Leon provided silent support while Claire hit the sandbag over and over and over again, but when Kennedy realized, that Claire had started crying silently again, while taking out her anger on the sandbag he decided that it was enough. With a swift motion around the punching bag, Leon grabbed Claire's hands and then pulled her against him, pressed her against his chest and stilled every movement she might have tried to make. For a while Leon just stood here, holding the trembling Claire until he carefully led her out of the training room, up the stairs and into the bedroom again.

Redfield was wet to the bone because of the sweat and the living room would have been too cold for her. Leon draped Claire's bathing robe across her shoulders and then kneeled down before her. "Claire, I don't wanna pry, but who and what was Neil Fisher for you?" Leon didn't need to ask, about whom Claire had been speaking in the training room. He knew it only too well."I know he was your boss, but you never told me how you got to know each other and why you two were so close."

"Are you jealous?" Claire asked with a small smile and a hiccup. Now that she was so close to Leon, her tear-red eyes were more than visible.

Leon sighed. "Maybe, maybe not - I just want to understand how your admiration, your faith and your trust in Fisher could turn into this angry, cold and souldeep hatred."

For a moment, Claire was silent but then she started to speak. Her voices sounded detached, as if she tried to remember things without getting angry and emotional again. "Neil... Neil and I met sometime in 2001 - he had somehow found out that I had been there when a few of the worst outbreaks had taken place... and... He was the one who convinced me to join TerraSave." Claire stopped for another moment. "We talked the whole evening about the goals of TerraSave, the ideals and what he planned to reach with the organization. His energy and his idealism and optimism impressed me from the very moment. The way he spoke about TerraSave and what the organization wanted to achieve. In the end I agreed and joined. After that we were working pretty close together. He wanted that the other members learned from my experiences first hand. I thought he really, really had the wellbeing of humanity in mind. When I saw him after Terragrigia, close to tears, holding that little girl in his arms that clung to her red teddybear as if it was the last real thing in this world, I would have died for him if I had to. I would have given my life if it would have meant that he could make the world a better place." Claire's voices had reached a higher, nearly hysterical level by now and she was close to a raging fit. "If I had known then that he had orchestrated the Terragrigia Incident with Landsdale I would have turned him in, in that very second – after ripping his head off that is! And have torn his heart out of his chest and fed to the very monsters that he used to kill all those people!" Claire took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. "But... I'm not sure if I should be angry on him or myself. Angry on him for what he did or on myself for the fact that he was able to fool me for more than seven years! That I was too blind to see what he was really up to!"

Leon let out a small sigh. "Claire, I've never met Neil Fisher – which is good, cause it would have probably ended in a catfight between the two of us over you, but the way you describe Neil Fisher he was a man with charisma and the ability to have a great influence on people. He didn't only fool you in all these years - he fooled everyone. The other members of TerraSave, the BSAA, the United Nations, the governments... Nobody realized that he had a darker side to him. Well, everyone has a dark side but his was obviously very dark."

"Yeah, but everything TerraSave stood for, has been tainted. You know, that O'Brien quit duty to keep harm away from the BSAA, but with Neil dead there is no way to get that stain away again. Especially not since he became something he had sworn to fight!"

Leon raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you say you were through with TerraSave?" he asked.

"I am, but Chris and the BSAA asked me to stay a bit longer until they have established a working leadership again. They thought, that TerraSave might fall apart when I leave the organization as long as it's in this state of chaos. Despite all - I was a senior member."

"You didn't tell me," Leon remarked and a weak smile appeared on Claire's face.

"Chris asked me yesterday and as you remember - you came home dead tired, because you and Barry had tried to find that island for more than 36 hours straight, by pestering every agency our country has and I think you pestered every agency of our allies as well... and Leon... you are still wearing the same clothes!"

A sigh escaped the agent. "I know. Do I smell?"

Claire laughed. "No, that's the good thing with these modern and synthetic shirts. The silver keeps the smell away." She looked at Leon and then traced his face with the tip of her index finger. "Thank you!" she whispered.

Leon smiled and kissed the tip of her nose. "Anytime, Red. Anytime!"

Leon: Sticklove/ItalianUtent
Claire: XKamsonX/Junkymana/Sticklove/ArmachamCorp/Adngel
Room: Syasuker
Sandbag: Italian Utent

Made in XNALara, render in Blender Cycles and edit in Photoshop!

All Models Copyrights by their respective owner's! Fanart only! No copyright infringement intended! I am not making any profit with this picture!
Don't upload anywhere else or claim as your own!
NightysWolf

Description
The metallic clinking and the lower punching sounds made their way into the sleep of Leon Scott Kennedy until the government agent realized that those sounds were real and didn't belong to the dream that just started to turn into a nightmare. With a small groan Leon opened his eyes and for a second the numbers on the alarm clock next to him were blinding. It took a while he could see the time properly and another groan escaped his throat. It was two in the night and he just hoped that the sounds that shooed him up, hadn't woken up his girlfriend next to him as well since Claire Redfield seldom slept a night through in the last months. Her memories replayed themselves over and over in her dreams and didn't let her sleep. But that was only understandable - Claire was so torn up with guilt, anger and pain that her subconsciousness just couldn't find rest. Leon looked to the side and closed his eyes in dismay. The sounds hadn't woken Claire... the bed beside him was empty so it was more than possible that she was the one creating these sounds!
"Damn it, Red," Leon growled, pushed back the covers and got out of the bed. That was the moment Leon realized that he had fallen asleep in their bed with his tactical clothes on - once again. He even still wore his boots... no wonder that Claire refused to buy bedsheets made of satin or silk. Yawning Leon made his way through the hallway, down the stairs and to the room that was placed on the ground floor next to the kitchen. The closer he got, the louder the punching sounds became and when Leon stepped into the doorframe he could see his favourite redhead throwing her fists against a sandbag hanging from the ceiling. Claire's face had a concentrated but yet tormented expression and despite the sweat shimmering on her skin, Leon could see, that she had been crying. With a sigh he entered the room and stepped behind the sandbag to hold it, since that way it didn't swing around like mad and it was easier for Claire to get proper hits without eventually hurting herself.

But then, after a few more minutes Claire landed one last blow to the bag, made a step forward and leaned herself against the sweaty leather to catch her breath. " I trusted him," she pressed out between her clenched teeth and her breathing came in fast, ragged gasps. Her hand balled into a fist again and with a swing she landed another heavy blow on the sandbag. " I trusted this goddamn asshole and he betrayed me," she growled and hit the sandbag again. "He betrayed me after all we had done together – after all we had tried to achieve."

A hollow scream emerged from Claire's mouth and she started hitting the sandbag again. For a while Leon provided silent support while Claire hit the sandbag over and over and over again, but when Kennedy realized, that Claire had started crying silently again, while taking out her anger on the sandbag he decided that it was enough. With a swift motion around the punching bag, Leon grabbed Claire's hands and then pulled her against him, pressed her against his chest and stilled every movement she might have tried to make. For a while Leon just stood here, holding the trembling Claire until he carefully led her out of the training room, up the stairs and into the bedroom again.

Redfield was wet to the bone because of the sweat and the living room would have been too cold for her. Leon draped Claire's bathing robe across her shoulders and then kneeled down before her. "Claire, I don't wanna pry, but who and what was Neil Fisher for you?" Leon didn't need to ask, about whom Claire had been speaking in the training room. He knew it only too well."I know he was your boss, but you never told me how you got to know each other and why you two were so close."

"Are you jealous?" Claire asked with a small smile and a hiccup. Now that she was so close to Leon, her tear-red eyes were more than visible.

Leon sighed. "Maybe, maybe not - I just want to understand how your admiration, your faith and your trust in Fisher could turn into this angry, cold and souldeep hatred."

For a moment, Claire was silent but then she started to speak. Her voices sounded detached, as if she tried to remember things without getting angry and emotional again. "Neil... Neil and I met sometime in 2001 - he had somehow found out that I had been there when a few of the worst outbreaks had taken place... and... He was the one who convinced me to join TerraSave." Claire stopped for another moment. "We talked the whole evening about the goals of TerraSave, the ideals and what he planned to reach with the organization. His energy and his idealism and optimism impressed me from the very moment. The way he spoke about TerraSave and what the organization wanted to achieve. In the end I agreed and joined. After that we were working pretty close together. He wanted that the other members learned from my experiences first hand. I thought he really, really had the wellbeing of humanity in mind. When I saw him after Terragrigia, close to tears, holding that little girl in his arms that clung to her red teddybear as if it was the last real thing in this world, I would have died for him if I had to. I would have given my life if it would have meant that he could make the world a better place." Claire's voices had reached a higher, nearly hysterical level by now and she was close to a raging fit. "If I had known then that he had orchestrated the Terragrigia Incident with Landsdale I would have turned him in, in that very second – after ripping his head off that is! And have torn his heart out of his chest and fed to the very monsters that he used to kill all those people!" Claire took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. "But... I'm not sure if I should be angry on him or myself. Angry on him for what he did or on myself for the fact that he was able to fool me for more than seven years! That I was too blind to see what he was really up to!"

Leon let out a small sigh. "Claire, I've never met Neil Fisher – which is good, cause it would have probably ended in a catfight between the two of us over you, but the way you describe Neil Fisher he was a man with charisma and the ability to have a great influence on people. He didn't only fool you in all these years - he fooled everyone. The other members of TerraSave, the BSAA, the United Nations, the governments... Nobody realized that he had a darker side to him. Well, everyone has a dark side but his was obviously very dark."

"Yeah, but everything TerraSave stood for, has been tainted. You know, that O'Brien quit duty to keep harm away from the BSAA, but with Neil dead there is no way to get that stain away again. Especially not since he became something he had sworn to fight!"

Leon raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you say you were through with TerraSave?" he asked.

"I am, but Chris and the BSAA asked me to stay a bit longer until they have established a working leadership again. They thought, that TerraSave might fall apart when I leave the organization as long as it's in this state of chaos. Despite all - I was a senior member."

"You didn't tell me," Leon remarked and a weak smile appeared on Claire's face.

"Chris asked me yesterday and as you remember - you came home dead tired, because you and Barry had tried to find that island for more than 36 hours straight, by pestering every agency our country has and I think you pestered every agency of our allies as well... and Leon... you are still wearing the same clothes!"

A sigh escaped the agent. "I know. Do I smell?"

Claire laughed. "No, that's the good thing with these modern and synthetic shirts. The silver keeps the smell away." She looked at Leon and then traced his face with the tip of her index finger. "Thank you!" she whispered.

Leon smiled and kissed the tip of her nose. "Anytime, Red. Anytime!"

Leon: Sticklove/ItalianUtent
Claire: XKamsonX/Junkymana/Sticklove/ArmachamCorp/Adngel
Room: Syasuker
Sandbag: Italian Utent

Made in XNALara, render in Blender Cycles and edit in Photoshop!

All Models Copyrights by their respective owner's! Fanart only! No copyright infringement intended! I am not making any profit with this picture!
Don't upload anywhere else or claim as your own!
NightysWolf