Here's my new CaitlynXVi One-Shot which will be seperated in two parts. Part two will be uploaded soon. It's a little AU not something extreme. Get prepared to get some wild feels :) Enjoy!

Part one

Her eyes snapped open. She only faced the dark ceiling of her bedroom. She blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the dark environment of her room. She blindly searched for her alarm clock. It showed 05:00 pm. Again...

She rubbed her eyes and stared at the ceiling again. She was sure she wasn't going to sleep again. She hadn't managed to for quite a long time.

The woman rolled out of her bed, grabbing her robe from a nearby chair. She wore a pair of slippers that was under her bed and made her way to the living room of her department.

As of a habit, she stood by the French door, staring straight down to the City of Progress, Piltover. The view was stunning for anyone who visited but not for Caitlyn. She had gotten used to it. Well, anyone would if they did it everyday for 30 years.

The sun hadn't risen yet. It was still dark outside. There were only lights in the streets and a couple of cars. Nothing else. Across the city, no one was awake, except Caitlyn and those who had an early shift. It made the sherrif feel even more lonely than she did, even though she didn't particularly asked for company. It just brought her memories and she didn't want to remember.

She finally decided she had wasted enough time staring outside and she made her way to her kitchen to prepare some tea for herself.

As she was preparing her tea, she tried not to think of the dream -more like a nightmare - that had woken her up. It wasn't easy, especially because it was repeating itself every single night. She would wake up screaming and panting and when she would realize it was just a dream, she just cried. But throughout the years she had managed to handle those dreams but she couldn't stop them. It seemed like her brain hated her and this was her punishment.

After she was done with the preparation of her tea, she took her cup and sat down on the old couch she own. As she took several sips from her tea, she tried not to think. Thinking about the past made her weak and she couldn't be weak for the sake of Piltover.

Yes, after all these years Caitlyn was still the Sherrif of Piltover. Even after the Institute of War closed down and her participation to the League as a champion was finally over, she remained to her position. Even though some people had started doubting her skills due to her age -she wasn't that young anymore, her 60th birthday was only a few years away- all Mayors that had been in office through the years saw potential in Caitlyn and didn't remove her from her position in the Police Department.

Caitlyn sighed. She had so many responsibilities but she knew dealing with them was the only way not to think about the past... But today for some odd reason, she couldn't focus on the day's tasks. Instead, her mind always drifted to memories. Painful ones.

She brought the cup on her lips again and her eyes landed on the ring she was wearing on her right hand. She blinked. Don't think Caitlyn, don't remember.

But how could she not remember when this ring was the reminder of the happiest and at the same time the saddest day of her life. She couldn't stop this rapid invasion of memories in her mind. She closed her eyes...

Caitlyn was awaken by the snuffling noise of something moving around her apartment. She rolled on her bed, searching for the warmth of her lover but she was unpleasantly surprised not to find her there. Vi never woke up so early, except when she was summoned.

But then she remembered.

Caitlyn jumped out of her bed, cursing herself for almost oversleeping and rushed out in the hall, while she was trying to wear a robe.

Vi was indeed moving around the apartment, searching for stuff she had forgotten to pack last night. Caitlyn couldn't help but rolled her eyes at her lover's imprudent behavior. She leaned on the door's and waited for Vi to notice her presence.

Vi kept searching for whatever she was searching when she heard a cough coming from the bedroom she was sharing with Caitlyn. She looked up to see the sherrif herself staring at her with a look that betrayed no emotion.

"Morning Cupcake" she said, scratching the back of her neck while smiling sheepishly at Caitlyn.

"I thought you packed your things last night?" said the raven haired woman, raising a brow at the pinkette.

"I did. I was just searching for somethin' else before I left..."

"You said you were going to wake me up when you were going to leave"

"I was going to but I couldn't find the guts to when I saw you sleeping so peacefully. Might be the cutest sight I've ever seen" Vi kept smiling sheepishly but this time she opened her arms to take in an also smiling Caitlyn, who couldn't longer keep her cold attitude.

"I'm going to miss you so much" Caitlyn murmured against Vi's chest, while the enforcer stroke her long, raven hair.

"I'm gonna miss you too, Cupcake. Don't worry, I'll be back before you understand I left" Vi chuckled

"Can't you stay any longer?"

"We've talked about this before Cait"

"I know, I know... But hope always dies lastly"

Vi chuckled softly. She lifted Caitlyn's chin so she could stare at the sherrif's beautiful, brown eyes who were now teary.

"I promise you I'll come back to you Caitlyn. I always keep my promises, you know that" Vi promised solely

"I know you do" Caitlyn whispered "But what if... What if something happens and I won't get to see you again? How am I supposed to live alone, without you?"

"I know this mission is dangerous but I promise you'll see me again. I won't leave you alone, OK?" Vi whispered back, smiling and then leaned down and captured the sherrif's lips.

Caitlyn sighed and leaned in the moment, trying to put in that kiss whatever words couldn't easily say.

When they broke apart, Vi kept smiling down at her girlfriend. Caitlyn managed somehow to smile back and leaned in for another embrace.

"Hey Cait..." Vi whispered

"What is it, Vi?"

"There's something I would like to give you"

Caitlyn pushed herself away from Vi's arms so she could be able to stare up at the enforcer, her hands still on the pinkette's shoulders.

"That's what I've been looking the whole morning" Vi chuckled "It was in my pocket all along"

Caitlyn rolled her eyes

"Anyways, since I didn't wake you up, I was planning on leaving it on our room but the circumstances have turned out different" the enforcer said and withdrew a small box from her pocket.

Caitlyn's eyes grew wide. Her eyes drifted from the box back to Vi's perfect blue eyes.

"Vi..."

"If it wasn't for this mission, I'd have asked you to become my wife" Vi said "But as things have turned out, this is the only thing I can provide you at the moment"

And with that she opened the box, revealing a simple,golden promise ring, with the word «Always» craved on it.

"Vi... It's... It's beautiful..." Caitlyn whispered who was trying to sallow her tears.

"This is my way to prove you that I'll keep my promise and I'll return back" Vi explained as she pushed the ring on Caitlyn's finger "And when I'll return, we can get married if you want..."

The rest of Vi's sentence was cut off by Caitlyn's lips on the enforcer's. Vi gasped softly but then returned the kiss with the same passion.

"I really should get going" Vi murmured against Caitlyn's lips

"I know" said the sherrif, breaking the kiss. Even though she wanted to keep Vi with her, she knew she couldn't; it would be so selfish of her. The mission was very important and she knew it.

Vi let off Caitlyn's embrace and grabbed her bag on one hand and her gauntlets on the other. She looked back at Caitlyn, who had stopped trying holding back her tears. Vi wanted so desperately to screw this mission and just stay with her lover but she knew there was no going back.
She smiled at the sherrif one last time before she opened the front door.

"See ya around Cupcake" Vi said, still grinning at the heartbroken sheriff and disappeared out of the door.

That was the last time Caitlyn saw Vi.

Vi was known to always keep her promises. But that one time Caitlyn wanted her desperately to keep her promise, she broke it, leaving behind a ring, some memories and a broken Caitlyn.

Caitlyn didn't realize she was crying until she felt her tears falling on her robe. It was exactly 30 years ago. At this exactly same day, 30 years ago Vi had left her forever. This is why she couldn't not remember. Her body was responding to Vi's absence in this special way. She hated it. She hated herself for letting Vi go, she hated herself for remembering, she hated herself for being so weak.

The cup slipped from her hand and fell to the floor, spoiling its component on the wooden floor. Caitlyn covered her eyes with her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. She couldn't take it anymore. She needed to do this.

And she cried. For the loss of Vi. For the 30 years of loneliness. For the pain she held inside. For everything.

When she managed to compose herself, the sun had already risen. The red and oranges colours filled in her apartment, giving it a happy note even though its owner was everything but happy.

Caitlyn rubbed her eyes and looked at the clock that was on the door. It was 6:45. She had to get ready for work.

She rose from the couch and went to the bathroom to split some water on her face. As she did so, she looked at herself on the mirror.

Her eyes were red and puffy. Her raiven her was a mess, with a few white strands flying here and there. Her beautiful characteristics didn't corrupted through the years, though a few wrinkles had made their appearance. Caitlyn sighed and close the faucet.

Almost half an hour later, Caitlyn was ready to go. There was no way you could tell she had been crying. Her make up had covered most of the evidence. She took a couple of deep breaths and then she took her rifle over her shoulder and left the apartment.

Caitlyn usually went to the Central Police Department of Piltover by her motorcycle but today she decided to go on foot. She needed some time to think clearly and what was better than a morning walk?

As she walked down the grey pavement, she could see the city slowly waking up. Shops were opening, people started appearing on the streets and more and more cars were rolling on the road. It was like nothing had changed in those 30 years. But the truth is, everything had indeed changed.

That coffee shop at the corner of the street near Caitlyn's apartment had closed down a few years after Vi's disappearance. The enforcer was their best customer and that attracted people there. But since Vi never set foot on the shop again, people lost their interest and it closed down.

The bakery a few blocks away also closed down and was replaced by a mini market. That bakery used to made Vi's favourite donuts. Every morning the enforcer would stop by and buy a box of her favorite snack.

Caitlyn sighed again, trying not to think about Vi. She had to focus on other stuff, like the meeting with the mayor that afternoon and how to deal with Jayce, who was probably going to try keep Caitlyn some company, in an effort to keep the sherrif's mind off. And even though Caitlyn appreciated that move, she wasn't in the mood to be around people. She wanted nothing more than being alone.

She finally arrived at the station, feeling the eyes of the officers on her back. She greeted back politely whoever was brave enough to tell her «good morning» and she went straight to her office. She had an institution that this was going to be a long day.

It was late in the afternoon but the sun hadn't set yet, giving the sky some beautiful colours that left Caitlyn completely unconcerned. She was still at her office, filling and signing papers. After the meeting with the mayor, this was the only thing she had been doing.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Caitlyn knew who it was before it was even opened. She sighed and called them in.

"Good afternoon Sherrif" said a male voice.

Caitlyn looked up momentarily from her paperwork to stare at the Defender of Tomorrow.

After all these years, Jayce remained a handsome man even though wrinkles had appeared on his face and some white strands had made their appearance. It made him even more handsome though.

"Good afternoon Jayce. To where do I owe the pleasure?" the sherrif asked, not stopping writing

"I'm sorry for troubling you since you have work to do" said Jayce, staring at Caitlyn "I just wanted to make sure you were fine"

Caitlyn stopped writing and looked up at the man in front of her.

"I'm fine Jayce, thanks for your concern. What made you think I wasn't alright?"

"No one saw you at all out of the office and I thought I ought to check on you" Jayce responded, scratching the back of his neck nervously

"As I said before, I'm fine Jayce. You may go if you have nothing else to tell me. I'm currently really busy and I wouldn't like to waste more of my time" said Caitlyn bitterly and started writing again.

Jayce remained frozen at his position, not daring to move. He stared at that workaholic woman in front of him, wondering weather what he was about to do was a good idea. He finally made up his mind.

"Caitlyn, it would be better if you stopped this, don't you think?"

Caitlyn dropped her pen on the desk and looked at Jayce.

"Stop doing what, Jayce?" she asked, starting loosing her patience

"Working. Or maybe I should say overworking" the man stated, crossing his arms across his chest

"Excuse me if I am mistaken" Caitlyn said in a sharp tone "but I was under the impression that I'm an adult that can take care of herself and knows what's good for her. I don't remember asking you to play the role of my protector Jayce"

"Caitlyn, I'm your friend, for Valoran's sake! I'm worried about you, don't you see?" Jayce exclaimed, giving up on the kind aptitude

"Don't you have a wife and children to worry about Jayce? Why concern yourself about someone who wants to be alone!" Caitlyn almost shouted, loosing her patience completely

"Do you realize what day is it today? This is why I'm worried Caitlyn! And don't pretend you don't know and like nothing is wrong!" Jayce shouted now, slamming his fist on Caitlyn's desk.

Caitlyn stood up from her chair and put both hands on the oak desk, staring angrily at the Defender of Tomorrow.

"Listen up Jayce" she spatted "I'm pretty aware of the date, thank you very much. I don't need you to remind me of that!" she said, showing him the ring she was wearing on her left hand "And I would really appreciate it if you actually left me alone! I don't need to be near anyone! I don't need anyone's sympathy! I just want to be alone, why can't you put that into your head?!" she literally yelled the last sentence on the man's face.

Jayce backed off. He had never seen Caitlyn so mad before. She never was like that, not even before Vi's appearance. She was always a composed person who didn't loose her patience easily. But there she was, shouting at him to leave her alone. But she shouldn't be left alone, he knew that. After Vi's death during that mission in the Shadow Isles, Caitlyn was never the same. Yet, he couldn't do anything about it. He had tried so hard for so many years. He never gave up on his friend and he wouldn't let that go the way the woman wanted if something at that moment told him to leave the sherrif alone. He didn't know what made him take this decision but if it made Caitlyn feel better, he would leave her alone as she pleased.

"As you wish" he said coldly and left the office, slamming the door behind him, leaving a flashed Caitlyn starring blankly at the spot he had been standing just a few moments ago.

Caitlyn sighed in frustration and sat down on her chair, running a hand throw her long, raven hair. She had already regretted shouting at Jayce but he had asked for it. She understood that he was just concerned but she didn't need his help to remember. She always remembered and that hurt her.

She looked out the window, viewing just the buildings opposite the station. The sky had turned into a beautiful pink, becoming a reminder of Vi's unruly, pink hair. Caitlyn sighed.

"Where are you now?" she wondered "Can't you see I'm suffering? Why don't you help me?"

The always strong sherrif berried her head on her hands. Damn, this day was more difficult and painful that she had thought.

End of part one