As promised, I've begun to write a story based on Leon and Helena. I didn't want it to be rushed so I've taken my time creating the premise and story and it may take a week or so for updates as I don't want to disappoint. I thank everyone who's made suggestions and favorited my previous story, it's much appreciated.
It had been one year. One year since Helena Harper had experienced her first encounter with the undead. Once year since her sister Deborah had been taken from her through circumstances that to that day she blamed herself for. And it had been six months since the man who saved her from all of it had become more than just her partner.
She was at her desk, working on a report for an outbreak that had occurred outside of Moscow when that man tapped his knuckles on her office door and let himself in.
"Hey, Leon." She said without looking up. She signed one last form and closed the file, turning her full attention to him as he took a seat on the edge of her desk.
"Are you ready?" He asked, his voice low and gentle.
She sighed and closed her eyes. "I suppose so." She began to collect her things.
"You know, we don't have to do this. We can go back to my place and open a bottle of wine and just wait for today to pass."
"No. I have to do this for her. I'm the cause of her death, I have to do this. It's only fair to be there, at least for a little while."
Leon took her hand and tried to offer an apologetic smile. He had long ago realized there was no point in arguing over this. There were two days out of the year she insisted on visiting her sister's grave; the anniversary of her death and on her birthday, and he had promised her he'd be there with her to prove she wasn't alone.
After locking up, Helena followed Leon to his car. They had begun to car pull not long after she was asked to join the D.S.O. and she was thankful that today was his day to drive. During the hour long drive to the cemetery they talked about their day. Leon had worked with Hunnigan on cracking a few codes for another agent on assignment in France and Helena for the most part had finished up her report on her last assignment, occasionally assisting a rookie agent navigate their reporting system and properly fill out a report.
Once they reached the cemetery Helena instantly tensed. Parking near the grave site, Leon gave her a reassuring smile before getting out of the vehicle and opened her door for her. Tentatively she got out of the car and Leon took her hand as they slowly approached the grave. Helena placed a bouquet of daisies, Deborah's favorite flower, on the grave and knelt in front of the head stone. She said nothing as she stared at the etched words across the stone as tears slowly rolled down her cheeks. Their parents were buried in the plot next to Debra's, victims of a car accident a few years prior. Now all Helena had was Leon and these markers were the painful reminder that no blood relatives, none that really mattered, remained.
Leon stood beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder as he noticed her silent mourning, and she placed hers on top of his. It was her way of thanking him for being there with her, though he didn't know Deborah the way she really was; the party girl that frustrated Helena to no end but she was unconditionally loved by the oldest Harper sister.
"Thank you." Helena said, so quietly Leon was unsure if he had really heard her speak. "For being here. Deborah would have liked you."
Leon smiled, "Hey, what woman doesn't?"
Helena laughed, a hoarse sound as it escaped her throat. "I'm hoping there's only one you feel the same about."
"Of course." He said as he knelt beside her. "No matter what you might be thinking Helena, this wasn't your fault. Simmons paid for what he'd done, and he can never do this to anyone else. You have to feel relieved at that."
She nodded. "One day, I'll stop feeling the blame for this. I hope so."
"You will. For now, we have to keep living our lives. How about we go out to dinner and rent a movie? Something to help take your mind off today."
Helena took a deep breath and leaned forward, kissing the cold stone before standing. "I miss you Deborah, I love you." She said quietly before turning toward Leon. "Okay, let's go."
Leon took her arm and slowly led her back to the car. As they drove away from the grave, Helena took one last look at the marker before focusing on the road ahead.
Leon chose a quiet, comfortable restaurant a few blocks from his apartment. Helena had opted to order what he had, too tired to decide for herself. He had ordered a bottle of Pinot Noir to go with their meal and while starting his second glass, after a unsettling quiet start to dinner, he brought a proposition to Helena's attention.
"I've been thinking…" He began.
"About what?" She asked, shifting vegetable around her plate.
"Well, we've been seeing each other for a while now." He cleared his throat. "I thought maybe we should move forward with this…us."
Helena looked up, brows furrowed. "What…what are you saying?"
He smiled. "You really aren't going to make this easy, are you?"
"Leon, make what easy?"
"Helena," He took her hands. "Will you move in with me?"
With his question, Helena's jaw dropped and she was at a loss for words.