A/N: Two chapters in one day! Feeling rather productive! But now I must resssssssssttttt...
A knock on her door roused Vi from her nap. She groaned and sat up from the couch that she crashed on, with a hand hanging from the side with an empty beer can. She muttered several curses out loud before placing the can on the coffee table in front of said sofa. She eyed the door suspiciously before reluctantly standing up to see who it was.
Who the fuck could that be? I made sure this place was well out of the way. Couldn't be Caitlyn... could it? But she tried and failed.
The Enforcer stood in front of the door before peering into the peephole. She almost instinctively lock the door with six distinct lock mechanisms and ran to her workshop when she saw who it was.
Caitlyn.
What the fuck? was all the Piltovian could think. And she looked around the living room which was littered with cans.
Shit, shit, shit.
She ran from the door to try and clean up the mess, but immediatly thought against it.
Why the fuck am I trying to clean this up? She isn't my mom.
Another knock, followed by Caitlyn shouting Vi's name.
For fuck's sake...
She ran to the door again and quickly opened it, which prompted Caitlyn to stare blankly at Vi for a moment as if she had forgotten why she had come in the first place. She cleared her throat and begin to speak.
"...Hello, Vi. May I come in?"
Said individual glanced over her shoulder instinctively, "Sure..."
Vi moved to the side to let Caitlyn enter, before closing the door and leaning on it with arms folded, watching the sheriff carefully.
Caitlyn looked around the room before spotting the empty cans throughout the room.
"Well, erm, Vi, it would appear you have some spring cleaning to do."
Vi coughed into a closed fist, "How did you find me?" was the blunt reply.
Caitlyn blinked at Vi as she recalled what Ezreal had asked her...
If Vi asks how you found me, don't mention me at all. She would probably try to track me down and beat me to a bloody pulp... not saying I would let her, anyway.
"I... tracked you down. I retraced my steps and applied a new strategy. And it seems it paid off, yes?"
The Enforcer scoffed, "I guess. What do you want anyways?"
Caitlyn seemed to consider the answer before speaking. "I wanted to apologize, Vi."
This made the latter blink. "What?"
"You heard me."
Vi picked her ear, as if trying to empty it of cotten, "Did I hear that right? You wanted to apologize? Who are you and what have you done with Cupcake?"
Caitlyn sighed before shaking her head, "Nevermind."
Vi shrugged before walking over to the sofa and taking a seat. "Why are you really here?"
The sheriff decided to walk around the room, curiosity getting the better of her. She stumbled upon some old pictures of what appeared to be Vi in her younger years, and older with her old crew.
Her gaze drifted back to the photos of Vi and ran a finger over it instinctively. There was quite the amount of dust that had gathered.
Vi glanced at Caitlyn as she looked at the photos, almost predicting what she would say.
"It's hard to see you as a child. You seem so... different."
"You didn't answer my question."
Caitlyn looked at Vi once again. "I am speaking the truth, Vi. I merely wanted to apologize. Things have been bothersome back at the office as of late. As the sheriff of Piltover, I have a lot of responsibilities on my shoulders."
Vi remained silent.
"In any event, I would be grateful if you returned tomorrow morning. I admit it is... nice to have a helping hand in all the cases I receive."
And with that, Caitlyn made her way to the door to leave, but not before adding some last words.
"Your home is lovely, by the way. Even despite the... mess."
She opened the door before closing it behind her as she made her exit. Leaving the Enforcer to gather her thoughts. She sighed and lied back on the couch her eyes slowly shutting.
Damnit, Cait, why is it you always manage to make me feel guilty without actually trying?
The Next Morning.
Vi pushed open the door that led into the sheriff's office with a well placed kick to the door, mug of coffee in a large hextech gauntlet. While walking in she took a large sip before planting herself on a chair near the wall to the left of Caitlyn's desk. All the while Caitlyn was giving her quite the scowl.
"And what exactly prompted you to kick open my door?" she inquired flatly.
The Enforcer pointed to her mug of coffee, "Meh. Didn't feel like it. Too distracted by my cup of coffee."
Caitlyn raised a brow curiously, "How can you hold that in your gauntlet without crushing it?"
"Lots and lots of practice, Cupcake. I'm just that damn good."
The brunette blined before shaking her head, letting a hand search through various paperwork. "Oh, before I forget, the Mayor dropped by earlier this morning."
Vi was taking a sip of her coffee, "Mhmm..."
"We were talking about you."
This caused the enforcer to enact a spit take, spitting out the contents all over the floor, "WHAT?!"
Caitlyn covered her face with a palm. "Control yourself. We were discussing the need for more Piltovian champions to represent Piltover in the Institute of War."
The pink haired woman wiped her mouth the back of her hand, "You mean that so called League of Legends? I think I already know where this is going."
The sheriff nodded. "We would like you to enlist as a champion of Piltover."
"I'm sure I'm supposed to be honor, but I'm a friggen rebel. Why would I want to be a champion for Piltover?"
Caitlyn folded her hands above the desk. "Consider this, on occasion, Jayce and I are unable to answer the summons to the Institute of War. So, it was decided that we asked you to become a champion. Currently, Piltover is severely outnumbered by Demacia and Noxus, and the Mayor would like us to have a more active role in politcal affairs.
"So, what do I gain from this besides an already inflated ego?"
The question to whom this was directly answered curtly.
"You'll get to punch people."
"...right, where do I sign up?"
Several days later.
It took Vi some time, but she finally made it to the Institute of War. She pulled out a slip of paper from her pocket and read it briefly before placing it back in her pocket again.
So, apparently, they know I'm here and I have some sort of appointment... some sort of Judgement. Hell if I know what is is. Where the fuck is this... Great Hall? Whatever. I'm sure it has to be painfully obvious.
She finally made her way inside. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw a set of two large marble doors. Above said doors was a single sentence. She squinted her eyes to get a better look, but to no avail.
She shrugged and walked over to the door and slowly entered.
Why the hell is this place so empty?
She stood alone in a large circular room, runes etched on the stone floor.
She twitched involuntarily, then fog began to settle into the room slowly. Then, all of a sudden... she was much younger. She glanced down at her hands, only to find them deprived of her hextech gauntlets.
She glanced around to see panicked miners running away from what seemed like a landslide. She spotted her old crew out of the corner of her eye shouting her name, and retreating back to slums of Piltover.
She returned her gaze to the landslide, only to notice a large cave with miners running out of it. Some of them wouldn't make it out.
Then all Vi saw was rubble. The miners were trapped. All she heard was shouting and people desperatly trying to remove the rubble. She slowly turned and spotted something that sent shivers down her spine, but also a familiar warmth.
A malfunctioned mining rig.
She ran toward it and ripped it's gauntlets off the rig. She searched around for any spare parts before working on allowing her hands to slip into these makeshift gauntlets.
She hefted the hextech onto her hands and rushed toward the rubble, and with one charged punch, she threw her left hand with all the might she could muster and blasted away the rubble, allowing the miners to escape. Some pattered her shoulders, others shouted thanks.
Another twitch.
Then suddenly, she was in Piltover. Eating some sort of snack above a building when the explosions suddenly appeared. An army of rockets began to rain down upon Piltover. And when she glanced up, she spotted a blue-haired girl riding one of the rockets. She then grabbed her trusty gauntlets and made her way down the building.
Once she made it onto the streets, it was chaos. People were hurt and trapped beneath debris, and a large crowd of criminals that were previously trapped in Piltover State Prison were running amok. Each of them causing more chaos than the rockets themselves.
She rushed toward a small group of them, and proceeded to beat them to a bloody pulp. She charged both fists and threw an uppercut at an unsuspecting criminal, then threw another punch at another running at her.
It was like this for several hours, but it seemed like it wasn't enough. Where was Caitlyn? Where was Jayce?
No matter what she did, people were dying, and she couldn't do anything about it.
She was suddenly ripped from her thoughts and she returned to the circular room that she was once in.
A man in a purple robe stood before her. He then spoke in a monotone voice.
"Why do you want to join the League, Vi?"
It took a moment for her to gather herself and her thoughts.
"I... to protect Piltover." was the simple answer.
"And how did it feel to expose your mind?"
"It was... different."
The robed man seemed to nod. "Interesting... please proceed into the Institute of War."
And with that he suddenly vanished and left the Enforcer alone.
What... what was that...? What the fuck just... happened...?
She was surprised at everything that had just transpired. But even more surprised with her answer.
"To Protect Piltover."
Those words ran throughout her head.
"Protect Piltover."
And then she realized... she DID want to protect Piltover. It was her only home. Sure, she wasn't like Caitlyn who everyone adored and respected... yeah, she occasionally destroyed... okay, OFTEN destroyed shit but damnit, she'll be damned if she'll let someone other than herself to destroy her city. Yeah, she was a former criminal... but DAMNIT she was a Piltovian criminal!
With renewed purpose, she entered the League of Legeneds as a champion for the City of Progress.
