Well, I'm back with a multi-chapter fanfic about Victor.

Yeah, well...

Before you start reading, a little something that I want to say.

Victor is in some ways similar to me, though I won't be talking about it, the thing is, it's pretty hard to write because it's a character that has a very simple description in personality: hash, rude, and reserved.

I really love him as a character, and the fact that his past is not shown in the games made me want to create him one. One that we could approache him from, as trying to get to Victor's good side by his mainly-rude-and-harsh-façade is pretty difficult and would result in a very OOC situation.

I wanted to give him a different side, a caring and gentle side of him that we don't really know about because he hides it, and that's where his past is important, as to know the why.

In this fanfic I will be trying to write pieces of his past as if he told them himself to an OC I've created. That's going to result in an OOC situation at the end of each chapter, when he talks to her (yes, it's a girl), as the conversation will take part in his present. I don't want to spoil you guys the ending, so I won't be telling anything else. Just so you know that I didn't go crazy and wrote him extremely OOC by mistake.

All that said, I just can hope you enjoy reading!

Disclaimer: I don't own Trauma Center, only the plot.


A child ran down the stairs in a white lab coat. It was far too wide for him, and seeing as how a grown man ran after him, it would be safe to assume it was his father's. A woman laughed at the sight in a kitchen.

It was a peaceful afternoon for the Niguel family. It was their only son's fourth birthday, and they had something to announce to him, too. As his mother prepared some birthday cake, little Victor went with his father to the supermarket. He went all the way with his white lab coat. It was his favourite thing to do, borrow his father's coat and use it, pretending to be an important researcher, even though he didn't know what exactly did researchers do. He was so proud of his father. They bought candy, and ice-creams, and everything Victor asked for. It was his birthday after all. When they came back home, the cake was already placed on the table, and everything was prepared for celebrating. Victor eyed the little pile of presents beside the sofa, in the living. He knew he had to wait after dinner to open them up, but he liked to see them there.

The little party went smoothy, and Victor enjoyed it very much. After changing his clothes into his pajamas (and putting on his father's coat again) he ran to the living, throwing himself into his mother's lap. She laughed.

"Victor, sweetie, we have to tell you something very important, before you open your presents"

"What is it, mommy?"

"Do you remember that you wanted to have a little sister?" he nodded eagerly. He still was too little to understand everything about how one gets to have siblings, but he knew his mother had something to do. Maybe he was...? "Well, then you have to know that mom is pregnant again, so you're going to have a sibling, dear!" he clapped enthusiastically

"Yaaay! I'll have a little brother!"

"Or sister" his dad added. Victor thought about it for a minute and shrugged

"It's okay. Will the baby like researching?" his parents laughed

"I don't know, honey, you'll have to wait and ask him or her" Victor nodded.

"Will do"

"Well, open your presents, then"

And that's what little Victor did, almost forgetting about his new little sibling when he discovered his parents have bought him a lab coat of his size.


Victor's POV

"That's my first memory, ever."

My partner just stared at nothing for a minute before answering. I followed her gaze, but found my living room's window. Outside, the dim lights of some lamposts barely illuminated anything, and some stars were easily spotted in the dark sky. The lights in the living were off, and I couldn't read her expression, so I just waited.

Then she looked at me, and smirked.

"I should have know it'd have something to do with lab coats. Everything in a lab coat is attractive to you" I raised an eyebrow "Dare I ask what you're thinking about...?" I smiled a little. Just a little.

"Nothing. Just wondering how a fish would look like in a lab coat" she shivered

"I hate fishes"

"I know" she smirked again

"I won't ever again walk in your lab with a lab coat"

"Go right ahead, you can spill dangerous chemical products in your clothes" she looked at me in the eye, daring me to even smirk. Which I did. She looked aside

"Gaaaahhh, you're no fun"

"I know"

"At least you're not an asshole. Not all the time" I raised my eyebrow again, but she didn't elaborate, and I really didn't care "But, Victor..."

"Yes?"

"You don't have siblings"

"I know"

"Then what happened?"

"You only asked for one memory." she blinked and then looked again at me.

"Will you tell me more?"

"Do you really want to know?" I sighed. I really wasn't good at telling stories and I certainly have never done it before. Why was I... Oh yeah. Crap. I blushed, that was for sure, and looked aside. She carefully placed her hand on top of mine, on my knee, and made me look at her.

"I want to know." she looked for my eyes and in that single second I wanted to kiss her. Raise her in my arms and embrace her. She had no idea how important this was for me. "Will you tell me? Please?"

"I... I will" she smiled and tugged on her jacket a little. It took me a second to realize that she probably was cold. I looked over my shoulder and got up to turn the heating on. She blinked when I placed a blanked around her shoulders.

"Thank you..." I shrugged

"Then... Should I...?"

"I... I think so, yes. I have time."

I looked at her, who was smiling at me, and realized that, for the first time ever, I wanted to do this. I wanted to tell her.


Well, there.

Pretty OOC end, huh?

Lots of things might seem random by now, but I hope I can tie everything up by the end of the fanfic.

Thanks for reading, and remember, reviews are lovely, and it's actually what keeps me wanting to write more, okay?

Isacullen-Timeguardian