After All These Years

by orphan_account

Summary:

You've been a DSO agent for the past 2 years. After the outbreak in Raccoon City, you joined the BSAA for some time before recruiting to the DSO, chosen by the President himself. One particularly slow day of what seemed to be never ending paper work, your door opens to reveal a tall, blonde man.

Leon.

You haven't seen him in almost 7 years. No, not after what happened in Raccoon City. But now here he is, standing in front of you with a box with his stuff. Turns out he got recruited and is sharing an office with you. Oh God.

Notes:

Okay, to start off, this is my first time writing a fan fiction. I know a lot of this may not be canon but I just wanted to write this kind of story for so long. I'm a sucker for the kind of tropes where 'two close characters have a fight and then they don't see each other for years until one day they bump into each other and are now apart of each other's lives again, one character is trying to sort things out while the other wants to completely bury the memory of what happened years ago and act like it never happened' you know ?? I also don't have a proof reader or editor or whatever, so this is a one man fic. Also, English is not really my first language so please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes that may pop up through out this fic. Feel free to leave suggestions in the comments ! I'm open to anything as long as you're nice lol. Without further ado, let's start reading.

Chapter 1

The sound of your almost deafening alarm wakes you up at 4am.

You thought setting a loud ass alarm would get you up and ready in the mornings, but now you just regret it, and wake up pissed every morning. Still in your pajamas, you get up and shuffle to your kitchen, hitting and sliding your hands on the wall looking for the light switch.

You feel the familiar switch on your finger tips and push it. A light so bright lit up the room, you almost thought you were going to see the pearly gates of heaven next, but you were just met with your empty kitchen.

You sigh, grabbing a mug from your cabinet and set it down on the counter as you search for a pot to boil water in. You fill the pot with water as soon as you find it and turn on the gas stove underneath it.

As you wait for the water to boil, you drag yourself to the bathroom to get yourself somewhat ready. The early sun is beaming through your blinds in the bedroom, giving your room a nice, golden glow. You turn on the light and look at yourself.

'I look as terrible as I feel'

You brush out your H/C hair until it looks decent and put it back in a ponytail, with two small strands framing your face. You look in your closet to get an outfit ready to get into for after you eat breakfast. You grab out some baggy, gray cargo pants and a tight, black long sleeve, and put a thin, black jacket over it. You grab your combat boots and bring them with you as you head back to the kitchen to find the water you left on the pot boiling.

You set the shoes down by your couch and turn the stove off, grabbing matcha powder from your sad, empty pantry, and poured it into the mug, the hot water following it. As you mix it, you check the time. It's only 5:35am. You have about an hour before you need to clock in. You sit on the couch, watching the sun slowly rise in the distance, alone with your thoughts.

Sipping on the last of your tea, you check your phone. 6:00am. Shit. You put your boots on and head to the door, checking that you have your keys, all the necessary paper work, phone, headphones, and a change of clothes for after your training. Locking the door behind you, you head to your car, and drive to live the same day again.