Sometimes they Come Back

By diddly day

Disclaimer: Not mine.

A/N: This story is finished. I know that 13 is an unlucky number. But hey, it works for me. WOO!

Chapter 13

Chris and Jill hobbled down the hall. Every bone in his body ached. If they ever made it out of here alive, Chris was going to take a years worth of vacation. They opened the door to where the entire gang lay passed out. Jill let out an exhale when she saw that the lot of them seemed to be coming around. He moved over to pick Sherry up when the door opened behind them.

"Where's Wesker?"a high voice asked behind them. Jill swung herself around.

"Who the hell are you?" Chris moved carefully around on his wounded leg.

"Steve," the boy said. "Leon and Claire are waiting for you. They're on a plane. Where's Wesker?" he asked again.

"He got kinda hot. He had to leave," Chris snorted. Steve looked very confused. "Help me take these guys down to the plane," he ordered. Steve and Jill worked together to move Carlos. Barry, thank goodness, was waking up pretty quickly.

It seemed to take them forever to move each one of their friends onto the plane. They met up with Leon who was stroking Claire's bloody head as she dozed with her head in his lap. Chris took a second to examine her wounds. He then remembered that it was Leon who caused all of this pain.

"What happened to you? You completely hammered my head in." Chris touched the sensitive spot on his head that was now glued with blood. Leon shook his head.

"It's a long story. I'm really sorry about that," Leon muttered and turned back to stroke his wife's head. "I'll never forgive myself," he whispered so low that Chris had to strain to hear him. Chris sat on the deck of the open plane with his head in his hands. This night was worse than Raccoon.

"Is that everyone?" Steve looked around. He and Jill decided to take on last look around before leaving. Jill nodded.

"Yeah, I think it's time to go home." She smiled at Steve. "Thank you. I know you loved Claire very much. Have you been working against them the whole time?"

"Yeah. I didn't think that Wesker would go this far. I thought I could warn you before it was too late." He put his bloody are over his eyes. "I don't know how I'll redeem myself now."

"Well, you're doing a very good job so far." He gave her a weak grin. They both turned to leave from the nightmare that was this Mansion.

Squeak . . .

Jill stopped. Turning over to Steve, she shot him a sideways glance. He stopped dead in his tracks and glared back. They both frowned.

"Did we forget someone?" Jill questioned. Steve's eyes searched hers.

Squeak . . .

"I don't think so," heanswered back. She saw him wet his moist lips and Jill was suddenly aware that she didn't have her gun.

Squeak . . .

Squeak . . .

Squeak. . .

Jill spun around quickly. Steve shadowed her actions. She saw out of the corner of her eye that his got wide. It took a moment for her to realize what was limping toward them. A black, charred figure hitched quickly after them. His eyes glowed a brilliant lemon. His white teeth like a vampire gleamed with his black face. Burnt flesh hung from his chin. His clothes looked like ash. His shoes scuffed against the white floor, leaving a stain of black following him.

Squeak . . .

Squeak . . .

"Oh my -" Jill started. The thing that was once Albert Wesker, her former Captain, lurched closer and closer. His grunts became louder and louder with every step.

"Run," Steve whispered in panic.

Both turned to run. Jill sprinted quickly toward the exit when she heard a loud wheeze. Snapping her head around, her eyes popped out of her head as she saw Wesker clutch Steve by the throat. All of his strength was apparently still there.

"You," The thing's smokey voice graveled out. "Die." Twisting his arm that was on Steve's throat, Jill heard a horrible crack. Steve's body fell to the ground. The bones stuck out of his skin where Wesker had broken his neck. Wesker then turned his eyes to Jill.

He had been alive no more than five seconds ago. Now the man who she was talking to lay dead on the ground. Without losing a beat, Jill whipped back around and jolted to the door as fast as she could. Behind her, she heard Wesker let out a growl. That noise made Jill run faster than she knew her legs could carry her.

Oh, please. Don't let it end like this.


"Where are they? They should be back by now," Barry moaned groggily. Chris had a bad feeling. He shouldn't have let them leave on their own. But he could barely walk, let alone run. The only thing he could do now was get them out. Something in him broke as he walked to the door to look for them.

He almost ran right into Jill.

"Run!" she screeched in his face before he had time to ask what had happened.

"Where's Steve?" But he already knew the answer. A sick feeling flooded through him. He looked around the door where Jill had stumbled through, only to see a horrible shape briskly leering at them.

"Get in the plane now!" Chris ordered. The vast majority were all ready in there. With the exception of Barry, Jill, and himself. They followed him, stumbling onto the jet.

Before Chris had time to shut the door, Wesker's hands shot out. In desperation to kill anything, his hands found a faint Claire. Chris heard Leon shout in horror as Wesker seized his wife.

"No!" Claire awoke at the sound of Leon's shouts. Before she could do anything, Wesker's razor claw like hands lashed out and scraped Claire's neck.

Chris gunned it. Not wasting another second. Leon shut the door and they were up in the air. Away from the havoc that would plague their dreams forever.

"No, no, no!" Leon shouted again as he pulled a limp Claire into his arms. Her hollow eyes stared up at him.

"Leon!" Barry grabbed him back. "Don't touch her. We have to stop the bleeding." He sounded like Rebecca. Oh, how Chris wished Rebecca would wake up.

More dark crimson soaked his shirt. Chris tried to concentrate on flying the plane. He found he couldn't see. The tears were too thick.

"Leon, we have to put pressure on the wound." Jill's usually calm voice sounded petrified. Barry hauled Leon away from her and forced him to sit in a different seat.

"Help her!" Leon howled. "She can't die! We've come so far. Don't let her die!" Barry held Leon down as Jill worked on Claire the best she could.

"Chris, you better be a good piolet," Jill whispered to him in the small jet. Chris found that his hands were shaking. Between Jill's warnings and Leon's shrieks, Chris couldn't focus.

You better focus. You're going to kill us all.

Chris shook that thought from his mind, and carefully blocked everything out.



"Don't you let her die, Jill!" Leon cried as she struggled to keep Claire from bleeding to death. "It's my fault if she dies!"

"Leon, shut up!" Barry hissed. He knew that if that kind of burden was placed on Jill, she would be able to apply correctly to Claire.

"Get away from me, Barry!" Leon snarled.

"There's too much blood. I need a towel!" Jill shouted over her shoulder. Just then, Barry found that Leon was becoming increasingly hard to control. He violently swung his body into Barry in an attempt to knock him off his feet.

"Uh oh. Adrenalin rush to the max," Barrygrunted as Leon rocked all of his force into him.

Barry tripped over Sherry's sleeping form and he fell into the plane. The jet rolled sideways for an instant. Chris was good. He got the plane back under control in a matter of seconds.

"Stop it!" Chris hollered back at them.

Leon, however, was stripping off his shirt. Kneeling before Claire, he handed the shirt to Jill, who took it without a word. Jill put pressure on Claire neck. The shirt started to become black with the blood. Leon plunged his head in his hands. Barry watched as Leon broke down in front of them. He had no idea what had happened after they had been led away and put into the cell. But by the look of Chris, Jill, Leon and Claire, it must've been hell.

"Please don't die Claire," he whispered into his hands. "I need you."

The plane became desperately still. Barry watched on as Chris tried to keep the jet from crashing into a mountain. Jill as she worked to keep Claire alive, and Leon as he strained to stop himself into having a metal breakdown. They flew in silence. In that moment, the silence lasted forever.


A soft chair had never felt so good. Jill exhaled and tilted her head backwards and looked up at the ceiling of the small hospital. Most of the Doctors spoke Italian, but they knew English pretty well. Even some who didn't knew broken English. They had arrived sometime around three in the morning.

Chris had landed the plane pretty well. After Leon had calmed down and everyone awoke from their coma, they were able to make it to the nearest Hospital with very few injuries. Jill had very little to be done to her. She had made it out pretty well without almost killing herself in the process.


Steve . . . Jill didn't know how she was going to tell Claire that her long lost friend was dead. At the hands of Wesker. It had been so fast. Like snapping a twig. It hadn't seemed like he died in slow motion, nor did it seem dramatic. Quite the opposite. Flat and quick. Closing her eyes, she saw how ghastly his face had become. How the gross sound of his bones cracked under Wesker's hand. What was she going to say to the group?

By far, the one who came out worst throughout this night, was Claire. She was almost dead. The gash in her neck wasn't as deep as they all feared. She was able to undergo surgery. Nonetheless, she was still in that surgery. Chris and Leon prayed while the rest held their breath. If she died, she didn't know what Chris would do. Or worse . . . Leon. Claire was his lifeline, and if she died, then he died right along with her.

Leon was the second worst. Although, he was still very much alive. He needed a few stitches here and there. But he would be fine. Chris was scared he would walk with a limp for the remainder of his life. That was a great possibility. But at least he would live, and that was enough to make Jill believe she could get through. All she needed was Chris.

Everyone else seemed like they would be okay. It was a great relief. Aside from the scares they would suffer from this ordeal. They made it through the Spencer Estate, Raccoon, Rock Fort, and whatever the hell Rebecca went through when her helicopter went down, marking the first chapter in the Umbrella conspiracy. They could make it through this. They were tough.

Chris rolled next to her in his wheelchair. Fresh bruises struck now on his face. He looked drained. He placed a rough hand over hers.

"Are you okay?" he asked. She smiled at him and squeezed his hand.

"Yeah. What about you? Will you ever walk again?" Jill joked. He nodded.

"Of course, but I'll probably never be able to run long distance again." Chris frowned. He could've been frowning about so many things. "Claire's out of the ER."

"How is she?" Jill felt suddenly very worried. Chris looked down and shook his head.

"I guess she'll make it. Thank goodness the Doctors didn't ask questions. As far as they know, we're just a bunch of American's that showed up and caused havoc in their hospital and three o'clock in the morning."

"What about Leon?" Jill was suddenly afraid to bring him up.

"He told me what happened. I guess he was injected with the rage virus."

"No!" she hushed. Jill could feel her heart race.

"Yeah, and Claire was able to help him, but he did most of that damage to her. I don't think he'll ever be able to forgive himself."

"But it wasn't him. It was just some monster, right?" Chris nodded.

"But I don't think Leon's going to see it that way. He'll probably get depressed and need to go see a therapist. That all depends if Claire lives or dies. If she dies . . . "

Chris trailed off. Jill knew what he was thinking. It made her sick to think about it.

"Where is he?" Chris pointed to a room down the hall. "I don't think you should go see her. Leon's in there."

Jill stopped. The scene that was going on in that room was probably one of heartache as Leon watched his wife struggle to stay alive. Just looking at the room, she could feel the guilt radiating out of it. Chris gripped her hand again, forcing her to look at him. She turned to look at him, seeing that spark in his eyes.

"Stay with me?" he asked.

She nodded and her lips met his. At least one good thing happened tonight. They pulled apart after a while.

"What happens now?" she asked him. He looked her up and down.

"Good things I hope."

She smiled and kissed him again. At last, things seemed to be going in the right direction. And that direction was not heading to hell.


"You're home early!" Claire threw her arms around her husband. Leon had to be careful not to squeeze too hard. It had only been six months since that horrific night, however, Claire was still tender.

"Yep. I got Larry to cover my shift." He pulled her into a deep kiss. "Happy anniversary," he grinned at her.

"You too. I'm just glad you didn't forget." Leon stepped backwards in shock.

"Me? Forget? Never!" Claire tilted her head back and laughed. It sounded like bells ringing.

She had almost died. Leon had never been so scared in his life. He remembered sitting by her bedside. Holding her hand. Hoping she would wake up like last time. But she didn't. She had lost a lot of blood. Every fiber the strength that she held in that strong body of hers had vanished. It wasn't until day's later that she woke up and stared at him with her glassy eyes.

He had thought the ordeal was over. That was a lie. It hadn't gone because Leon thought about it all the time. He thought about it in the shower before he went to work. He thought about it when he ate dinner. He thought about it at night as he watched Claire sleep. Claire had been physically damaged, but emotionally, Leon was the broken one. For what seemed like forever after the incident, he couldn't kiss Claire without thinking of the pain he had caused her.

It had been hard on their marriage. Claire begged with him to forgive himself. She swore she'd leave him if he continued to cringe when she kissed him. But she was always bluffing. He began to close himself off from everyone. Anger filled him. He hated himself. He was no better than that thing Ada made him. He felt foolish for falling for her horrible trick. This was, in his eyes, all his fault. No one could help him. He was better off just staying away from everyone, even Claire. That was until one day.

He came home early. Claire was nowhere to be found. He looked in the garage. He looked in their bedroom. He even looked in the basement where they never, ever went. Then he passed the bathroom. A soft sob came behind the door. It brought him back to that first time he saw her crying at Chris's table. The first time he saw her cry.

Placing his hand on the door, he gently pulled it open. Claire sat on the toilet. Her head in her hands. Shoulders shaking with light cries. He didn't know what she was crying for. But then he saw the two small suitcases by her feet. Realization hit him over the head and shattered like glass, and his broken heart. She was going to leave him.

"If you're going to leave, you'd better go before rush-hour," he spat out of anger. Shame almost knocked him off his feet when he reached what he'd said.

Her head shot up out of her hands. The look on her face told him she hadn't known he was there. He stared back at her, determined not to give in to her sweet eyes. 'Stay mad, just stay mad.' he thought and continued to glare at her. If she wanted to leave him, then let her go. The back of his mind shouted desperately in rejection.

"Well? Aren't you going to leave?" his voice came out rougher than he would've liked.

Claire's red smudged face looked up at him with sorrow. Shamefully, she bent her head and looked at her lap.

"I can't," she sniffed. "I want to, but I can't . . . I love you too much." She covered her eyes again and gave out a silent sob.

Leon was beginning to break. He loved her too. He loved her more than he loved anyone or anything. Staring at her on the toilet weeping was not one of his favorite pictures. Yet, he didn't know what to do. He'd just made a jerk out of himself, what should he say? So he did nothing. His eyes still cast down at her.

She looked up quickly.

"Who are you?" It came out in her cries. Her words stuck him low. Who was he? He wasn't the man she married. He had wallowed in self-pity, striking out at everyone he loved most. Especially his wife.

Watching her smashed image, all the anger, guilt, shame, and hurt that he had been drowning in the last two months flooded out of him. It was replaced by burning love. Dropping to his knees before her, he wrapped his arms around her. She tucked her arm into her chest and away from him. The action hurt, but he knew he deserved it.

"Shhh. Please don't cry. You know I hate it when I make you cry." He pulled her closer to him, causing her to drop off of her seat.

"Do you hate me? When I kiss you, you turn away. When I touch you, you stiffen. When I say I love you, your eyes fill with tears. Do you hate me?" her voice was muffled against his chest.

He smelled her hair and swallowed the lump in his throat. He had tried not to hurt her, instead he had rejected her. When she kissed him, he thought about when she had almost died. When she touched him, it made him remember how she had gripped onto him as all of her strength left her. And when she said she loved him, he felt unworthy. If she hadn't of loved him, they would've of married, she would not have almost gotten killed on his account. That thought always made him cry.

"No. I'll never hate you. I can't hate you." He kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry," he broke out.

"Then why?"

"I thought I was protecting you. From myself. Instead I neglected you." he could feel burning in his throat and stinging in his eyes. "I love you." Tears clouded his vision.

Her arms uncoiled from her chest. She snaked her long fingers around his head, hugging him closer to her.

"I needed you," she whispered.

"I know," he hushed into her hair. "I let you down."

"I still need you." She pulled her face away from his chest. Looking at him with her cool, grey eyes. "Promise me . . . Promise me you'll never shut me out like that again."

"I'll never shut you out. Ever." He traced his fingers along her face.

"You'll come with me to see a therapist?" She licked her lips.

"Anything you want. You'll stay? You'll forgive me?" he questioned. Claire gave him a watery smile.

"There's nothing to forgive."

As soon as the words left her mouth, Leon kissed her. There was no doubt, or unworthiness behind this kiss. There was no anger or pain. No resentment or self loathing. Just love. Pure love and warmth. He'd forgot how wonderful it felt to kiss her soft lips. Always whispering words of love in her ear as he carried her to the bedroom.

After that day, he vowed he'd be a better husband. He went to therapy with Claire, which surprisingly helped a great deal. Also making an effort to constantly remind her how much he loved her. How he would never let anything like that happen to her ever again. So far he was good on his word. And that's what he planned on.

"Earth to Leon!" Claire shouted, snapping him out of his trance and memories. "You've got that serious look on your face. What were you thinking about?"

"You won't leave me, will you?" he burst out. She suddenly looked like the serious one. The look on her face registered that she knew what he was thinking.

"You were thinking about our fight? Leon, that was four months ago." She stepped next to him and grasped his arm lovingly. "No, I won't."

"Good. I still worry sometimes." He smiled at her again.

"You've got to get over it. I wasn't serious. I thought I was. We had a rough patch in our marriage. If we can get through that, we can get through anything." She kissed him softly.

"How good you are to me, Claire." She laughed. The therapy was helping him. He now knew it wasn't his fault. And he had Claire to thank for everything. "One year. Can you believe we've been married one year?"

"My, how it flew by." She touched his cheek.

"That could be a poem."

"So," she raised her eyebrow slyly at him. "How do you want to start our anniversary?" He grinned back coyly.

"Oh, I don't know." He pulled her legs up behind him and sat her down on the couch. His lips roamed over hers. "How about like this?" He kissed her throat. She hummed.

"I like this." Love was all they needed. They could get through everything.

Chris and Jill were now dating. Everyone seemed to be back on track. Carlos and Rebecca seemed to enjoy each others company a great deal. Barry was somewhere, cuddled up with his wife. Sherry was probably now having that time of her life in France with her aunt. Claire had been sad when she found out that Steve was dead. They all held a small manorial for him. Claire said the nicest things about him, since she knew him the best. It had been sad. But he'd saved them all. They would never forget him.

But there was still the Mansion. It was up there. In the mountains. Waiting. Was Wesker still there? Waiting for someone to come along and unleash him? Did he die of the wounds Chris gave him? So many questions, so little answers. Perhaps they would find out in due time. But until then, Leon couldn't worry. All he could do was stay here with Claire and pray for the best.

He kissed her again. Full of lust and love. A deadly combination. Darkness had consumed most of their lives. Although, every bad thing came to an end. The light now shined down on them in such brilliance that Leon felt it in every kiss he gave. Life would go on. He would live to serve her and their family. No longer would he live in fear, he would live in love. The storm was over. Outside, the purple, orange, and red skies reflected the ravishing beauty that Leon Kennedy's life had become.

The End

A/N: Done! Hahaha! I know I went from point A to Z very quickly but this chapter is over 10 pages long and I had to wrap it up. But I hope you all enjoyed. I really loved writing this. You haven't seen the last of me. I will continue to write RE fics none stop. Now I can put all of my attention into Darkest Hour. I know exactly what I'm going to do for that. But thank you all for reading my story. To all those who stuck through the end. AKA: Tifa, Dale, Tre,

Agent182, and Santiago, you're my reason for going on! THIS STORY IS FOR YOU!

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