resident evil one shots

An Intruder (Leon/Ada)

   Leon stood in the office of President Graham, listening to him express his gratitude for the hundredth time, in the hundredth way. This happened the last time too, when he saved his daughter Ashley from the crazed cult Los Iluminados. Only this time, it was about him helping uncover Defense Secretary Wilson as a bioterrorist, and basically stopping the president from creating tension with China.

   Leon appreciated the kind words, he really did. But after so many times of hearing 'thank you' and 'I'll never be able to repay you for this', the only thing he could do was stand there with his hands folded over each other, nodding with an awkward smile.

   "And I'll tell you Leon... If there's ever another big mission, you'll be the-" Leon put his hand up a bit,

   "I'll be the first to know. Thank you, sir." He said, his smile never wavering. Graham chuckled a bit and lightly put his fist down on the table,

   "It's like you read my mind! Can you, Leon? Read my mind?" Leon's head tilted briefly downwards to look at the floor before he flipped his hair out of his eyes and glanced back at the President.

   "No sir. I'm just lucky." Leon laughed a bit, but it came out more uneasy than he had intended. He really didn't think he deserved this much credit. The president of the United States, placing him on some pedestal, treating him like he was some kind of savior.

   Leon gazed down at the navy blue suit he was wearing. The pressed white shirt underneath, and expensive black dress shoes.

   Maybe Claire was right.

   That outfit doesn't suit you.

   More like this life didn't.

   He really didn't deserve this much credit.

   Of course, Graham just laughed again,

   "Lucky." He said it like he didn't believe it one bit.

   "You're funny Leon. Let's keep in contact, alright?" Leon tugged on the lapels of his suit and flashed another award-winning smile at Graham.

   It felt fake.

   "My pleasure Mr. President."

   The lilt in his voice felt fake too.

   When he put his hand in his pocket, he felt the data chip.

   Is this justice?

   Not really having time to psychoanalyze his complicated thoughts, he turned away from the President and left the room.

***

   Leon glanced around the impressive hallways of the White House on his way to a conference room to grab his stuff. The President had once again set him up with a glorious hotel to spend a few nights in before he was whisked away for another mission. Leon tried to decline the generous offer, but Graham wouldn't hear of it, so Leon sighed to himself and accepted.

   The more this happened to him, the more he thought it was weird that the President was treating him like this. He had no reason to do those things, and yet Leon felt like he was the goddamn President of the United States. He sighed to himself again as he pushed open the door of the conference room.

   "Grab your stuff, get out, and sleep it off Kennedy..." Leon murmured to no one in particular, except maybe himself, and moved toward the chair he thought he left his bag on. When it wasn't there, Leon scrunched his eyebrows together a bit.

   "What the hell..." He searched around the area a bit more, even under the chair. No bag in sight.

   Out of the corner of his eye he saw someone spin around in a chair at the end of the long conference room table. Leon was floored, not only by who it was, but by the fact that he didn't realize she was sitting there in the first place.