What is Happening to Me (Part 4) (Patreon)

Leon x F!Reader

Words: 2,523

Contains: Fluff, nightmares, cute Leon looking after his injured girlfriend.

Morning finally came. You wake to the sunlight streaming in through the window of the loft. There was a translucent white curtain, however it was more for looks than to keep out the light. Instead it only accentuated the sunlight and made the area brighter. You stretch your arms and legs as they had stayed in one place through the night, your body subconsciously not wanting to move in case it hurt itself. Sitting up you felt more tender than normal and remembered the nightmare you had last night, causing you to sit up straight out of a dead sleep. You would assume with a silly nightmare you would forget about it by morning, or at least forget the details, but not this time. Everything was still as clear as if it was a real memory you had.
Shaking your head you turn your head around to look at the other side of the bed now behind you as your legs were swung, hanging over the edge of the bed. Leon wasn't there, the blanket pulled up to the pillow, that's when the smell hit your nose.

You stand to your feet, your right hand holding your left side, hunched over with your left hand reaching for and leaning on everything it could come in contact with to aid you in walking. Making your way slowly down the stairs, some creaking under your weight alerting Leon to you coming down.
"Morning, I was hoping your wouldn't be up until I finished cooking, so you could eat in bed." He smiled warmly with a hint of disappointment in his eyes that you were now out of bed.
"I can go back up if you really want me to eat in bed? I might get there by the time you're finished cooking." You joke at how slow you were moving.
Leon caught the hint and steps out of the kitchen that was under the stairs to the loft, his head poking out from under the them to look up at you with wide, bright blue eyes. His eyebrows raised up showing a questioning concern, seeing your hunched over form.
"Hold on." He says ducking back under the stairs, making sure nothing was going to burn while he was away from the stove before walking up to meet you. In one fell swoop you were scooped up into his arms and he was carrying you down the stairs, being careful not to jolt you or bend you too much.

Gently placing you down on the large, grey material lounge, Leon straightens up and makes sure you were comfortable, laying a blanket over you before making his way back over to the kitchen. "I'm just cooking some pancakes." He states as he flips the one in the pan, making it sizzle.
"Oh, I love pancakes!" You say with a big smile on your face, watching Leon in the kitchen that was directly in front of you. He turns around and gives you a smile, a specific one that if looks could have words, this one said "I know". Feeling your cheeks turn red you hide your smile and cheeks under the blanket he had placed over you, keeping you warm in the early morning coolness.
You keep your eyes on the back of his head, his hair slightly messy from sleeping, but it still looked basically perfect from when he would visit you in the hospital. The light grey t-shirt he had on was pulling with every movement of his shoulders and arms, showing just how muscular his shoulder blades and neck muscles were. They were no where near as muscular as the other guys... Chris? But they were visible and a very nice size, complimenting his figure, He must work out a lot. Come to think of it, maybe you did too with how fit your own body was. Maybe it was your job?

"You know it's rude to stare." Leon said, snapping you out of your gaze. You felt your entire face go red this time and cover your entire head under the blanket.
"Sorry.. How did you know I was looking at you?" You asked hearing him walking towards you, feeling the lounge dip down slightly at your side as he sat.
"I'm psychic.." He said pulling the blanket from your head and seeing your blushing face. He gives a smile once again and presses a kiss to your forehead while placing a plate, with one medium sized pancake, on your lap. Maple syrup soaked into the pancake, plus enough to still be dripping off the edges.
"You are?" You asked slightly surprised and looked over to the kitchen where he had been standing and saw a very clear reflection of you in the light grey tiles. Giving him a slight smack on the arm, his smile widened as he stood up knowing you had just seen your reflection.

"I have been called back to work today, seeing as you are back home and moving around." Leon states as he stood beside you, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he watched you digging into your pancake that tasted SOOO GOOOOD! You look up to him after melting from the flavours in your mouth, seeing an expression of worry and uncertainty.
"Leon I'll be fine, you can go to work if you've been called in." You assure him then place another piece of the pancake in your mouth, your eyes closing at the taste. You shake your head. "These are really good, man.. you can cook these any time of the day if you want to."
Leon just sighs and places his hand on your head, rubbing it to mess your hair up slightly before dropping his hand back to his side, making his way back over to the kitchen to grab his stack. You watch him as he walks away, your eyes not being able to help but look down to his butt for a few seconds to take it in. "It's your recipe." He says turning off the overhead fan and making his way back over to sit beside you while he ate his own breakfast.

"Really? Well then... You're welcome." You say cheekily before taking another bite.

"And I thank you. It's basically the only thing I can cook properly." He states with a mouthful of food. You smile and watch him swallow it down and shove in another large mouthful, his cheeks poking out like a chipmunks.
Seeing you staring at him with a smile he paused, cheek full of food and eyes wide. They flick away and then back to you quickly. "What?"

"Nothing... I'm just surprised you don't choke when you eat." You say shrugging and turning back to your own half eaten pancake.
Leon just roles his eyes as he resumes chewing and swallows before repeating.

After you had both finished eating, Leon took your plates and cleaned up, going to take a quick shower before getting ready for work. He wore his usual. Some dark jeans, leather belt, a dark blue button up shirt and a black leather jacket. He had asked you multiple times if you were going to be okay while he was gone and to call him if you needed anything, no matter how small it was. He had showed you in your phone Chris and Claire's numbers incase you couldn't get ahold of him. You basically had to push him out of the door so he would leave. Giving you a kiss on the cheek before making his way over to his bike.
You remember the last glance he gave you before revving the engine and speeding off down the driveway, he was a bit late, but had an excuse. You. Not to throw you under the bus or anything.

-----*A few hours later*-----

Right now you were laying on the lounge reading a book, it had been sitting on the coffee table right beside you, leaving the bookmark in though, not knowing if it had been you before your accident or Leons. But you were starting from the start. You had read a few pages before your eyes kept flicking to the weapons in the case on display. Eventually giving into your temptations, you remember the page number you were on and then close the book as you roll awkwardly off the lounge, not able to sit up properly. You finally make your way over to where the combat knives and shot gun were, looking in another case one handgun was missing from what you remembered seeing yesterday. That must have been the extra gun Leon had strapped to his right thigh when he left for work.
Damn it.. What was your job? You were going to do some investigating around the house. There had to be an office or filing cabinet here somewhere, right?

Opening every door in the house there was one other room, a guest bedroom with a double bed in it. None of the drawers in your house had any documentation on anything, you found one receipt.. To a fast food place. The only really important thing you had found was a badge, your name on the card under it and that was it. Exhausted by your efforts, you slowly make your way dejectedly onto the back porch. Slipping into the hammock, you pull up a blanket over your body and look out over the gorgeous valley and forest that surrounds your home. Listening to the birds and the trees rustling, you find your eyes growing heavy. Body going limp to the slight swing of the hammock, and soon enough you were fast asleep.

-----*Unknown time later*-----

You found yourself waking up once again to a nightmare. This had been happening almost every time you would fall asleep, even in the hospital. But they had been getting more and more vivid, as if you were actually there and reliving a memory. This time you had been in a group of zombies, running away from the fast ones and shooting them once you would get enough distance between you and them. Your surroundings were on fire and destroyed buildings were everywhere you looked.
Your legs flail as you wake up after being grabbed and pulled back by many hands on your shoulders. Opening your eyes you were swiping away real hands that held your shoulders, the hammock flipping over, throwing you onto your right side on the wooden deck. The person who's hands you had just swiped away kneels down beside you not wanting to touch you again, just incase you were still in your dream state.
"Hey, hey.. It's okay, you're safe!" Cooed the voice gently, a females voice, her jean covered legs in your view as your eyes shoot open and the sudden pain of falling to the wooden deck hits your body.
"SSSSSHHHHHit....." You hissed and pushed yourself to your hands and knees, your breath heavy and a hand comes to rest on the middle of your back.
"Take it easy.." She warns, you look up to see who it was, half recognising the voice and seeing Claire.

"Oh, hey.. Sorry, did I kick you?" You asked as she helped you to your feet very carefully.
"No, you didn't. I could see you were having a nightmare. You have those often?" She asked grabbing your waist and helping you inside. The sun had started to go down and you noticed how cold you were.
"Yeah... Lately lately anyway. I don't know if I used to before or not, but they make no sense." You say as you sit down with Claire's help. She rugs you up and then sits beside you on the lounge.
"What do you mean by that?" She asks as she tucks her feet under the blanket with you.

"Well.. I'm always running from something. Either zombies or big scary monsters. I said last night when I woke up from one that maybe I watch too many scary movies, but Leon didn't seem amused by that. We don't even have any DVD's in this house, so I don't know where all these dreams are coming from." You explained as best you could to Claire. Her brows were furrowed at your description, giving you the same stone cold stare Leon did last night.
"Leon looked that exact way at me, when I told him what chased me and woke me up last night." You explain pointing at her face, which causes her brows to raise in surprise and then sigh heavily.
"And I looked around for any records of what our job is, the only thing I found was weapons... And a badge with my name on it, of some company I don't even know." You say pulling out the badge from your pajama pants pocket, handing it to her.

"Has, Leon at least talked to you about what you guys do?" Claire finally says after looking to the badge, being well aware of it as you both would carry it around everywhere as your ID.
You shake your head. "The only thing he has confirmed is that we aren't assassins.." You explain with a pout, crossing your arms over your chest in a huff.
"Claire?" You ask after a moment of silence.

"Mmm?" She responds looking back over to you, placing your badge on your lap.

"Are we... We must be some kind of officer right? The weapons... The secrecy... It makes sense, right?" You asked, hoping your train of thought didn't sound too far fetched. "I mean, this literally says 'Devision Of Security Operations'." You read out to her. "Security.." You repeat.

"Look... I'm not going to say much, that is something the both of you need to talk about. But, I will say you are on the right track with the Officer thing." Claire explains putting her hands up in surrender. She really didn't want to get told off by Leon for spilling something, even though it's not like you wouldn't be told or find out eventually anyway.
You sat there in silence once again, you were going to do it. Tonight when Leon came home from work you would ask him what your job is. You had been putting it off and only more questions would-

"Oh, I am also here 'cause Leon texted me to come check on you, I brought us some dinner to eat if you're hungry?" Claire says cutting off your thoughts. "He won't be coming back home for another day or two. He ended up having to go.. um... Out of state." She said, choosing her words carefully as she stands up and makes her way to the kitchen.

"What?!" Damn. There goes getting answers tonight. 

"Yeah, work needs him to take care of something elsewhere. I'm going to be staying here with you until he gets back, if that's okay?" She smiles as she peels off the lids to some plastic containers. "I just got us some fried rice and black bean noodles." She adds seeing your sad expression from the sudden news. You only give her a nod as you stare at the badge on your lap.