Chapter 2: It's Not Her Fault

A/N: I'm really glad the first chapter had positive feedbacks, makes me more pumped up to writing some more! Here's chapter 2, enjoy!


The finals between Bandle City and Noxus is starting. Everyone on both teams has their minds set on winning. This is definitely not the game that anyone wants to lose their focus. Everyone, except Tristana...

She has just received terrible news that her grandma fell sick and might not make it. Her parents have told her this yesterday and told her to head home first thing tommorow. She hasn't told anyone about this. With her mind still on this topic, she wasn't entirely focused in this match. She often miss out on farm and was pressured a lot by Draven and Sion.

"Hey Tristy!"

She snaps out of her thoughts when hearing a familiar voice calling out to her. It's Teemo looking at her with a worried expression.

"You okay? You don't seem to well today."

"Huh... Oh, sorry! Just a little tired from last night, didn't get much sleep."

She replies in a fake tired voice. Teemo looks at her suspiciously, his eyebrows raised. He can tell by her expressions and actions that she was lying. He'll have to something about this or else this match isn't going to end well for them. That's when he receives signals from Veigar telling that Cassiopeia is not in the mid lane. He quickly checks the two wards he placed along the river. He quickly spots out a serpentine body slithering towards them along with a figure holding a blade.

"Tristy..."

However, he doesn't receives a response from Tristana, she has once again zoned out.

"Tristana!"

This snaps her out of her trance.

"We need to retreat now!"

He immediately grabbed her hand and pulled her back to the turret. However, it's two late. Riven jumps out of the brush her eyes locked onto Tristana. From behind, Cassiopeia appears with her eyes glows green. Knowing what this means, Teemo immediately uses his body to cover Tristana's eyes.

"Rocket jump away n..."

He can't finish the sentence before his whole body turns into stone. Half a second later, he's crushed in half under Riven's blade. Terrified, Tristana quickly activates her rocket jump but felt something pulled her back mid-jump. It was Darius' axe, pulling her towards him. She's on the ground, completely helpless against the three monsters in front of her. She closes her eyes, waiting for Darius' axe to eventually slam down onto her. But, it never comes. She opens her eyes to see Darius blasted to smithereens by Veigar's Primordial Burst. The mage then cast an Event Horizon on the other two champions, stunning them in place just in time for Rumble to step out of the jungle and land an Equalizer on both of them, slaying them both.

"You okay Trist?"

Rumble asks her with genuine concern in his voice.

"I... I'm..."

"You're not okay."

Veigar has cut her off, his evil voice dead serious.

"You have been zoning out for the entire match, you didn't hear your support's warning, you haven't even made much progress on fighting your enemies!"

Veigar snaps angrily at her while she doesn't know what to do except for hanging her head in shame at his harsh words. He's right, it was her fault that Teemo was slain in this situation.

"Hey, don't blame her for this, she was outnumbered."

She can hear Rumble at her defense. Though touched by his defense, she isn't happy about it.

"It was definitely her fault!"

Now Rumble and Veigar are having a standoff, all of which makes her even more guilty.

"Quit it you two."

The two angry yordles stop to see Teemo, now respawned walking towards them.

"It wasn't her fault. It was mine."

Tristana can feel her heart torn between guilt and appreciation.

"I haven't done the best job of vision control and protecting my carry. I'll take full responsibility for this one."

This and Teemo's stern gaze was enough for the two to break up and silently return to their positions. With the two gone, Tristana is left with an awkward situation of how to thank Teemo for all this.

"Thanks... Teemo... I... I really screwed this up... didn't I?"

He looked at her with the most assuring look on her face.

"It's okay Tristy, just remember to focus more on the match okay?"

Smiling relieved in response, Tristana happily nods at him. She's going to get her mind off this. They still have a match to win!

After another two hours of intense fights, sieges and defenses, the result of the finals has finally been revealed.

"And, the championship goes to... NOXUS!"

An odd silence covers the whole rift. Only small cheerings can heard from Noxians and Zaunites champions. The Noxians, with cocky grins on their faces, pour out of the rift in fits of laughter and their own cheering.

In contrast, a gloomy air spreads through the yordles. They have tried so hard...

Only one of the Noxians comes over to them. It was the white-haired blade wielder.

"That was a great match, you guys really made us try our butts off."

However, not every yordle is responding to this.

"Thanks Riven. Hopefully we can have a rematch soon."

Only Teemo was willing to the polite Noxian. Noticing mood of the yordles, Riven quickly nods to Teemo and turns to leave.

Poppy is smashing her hammer onto the ground angrily. Rumble is trying so hard not to fire an Equalizer at the cocky Noxians. Veigar is no less angry than the two, but he knows what caused this lost of theirs.

"You!"

Veigar points towards Tristana, who was on her knees panting, with a scorning expression.

"Just because of you not focusing on the match caused us this championship!"

Usually, Tristana doesn't care about harsh words, especially from Veigar. However, she acknowledges that she was the one to blame this time.

"I told you don't blame her for this!"

Rumble is the first to step into her defense.

"This lost is caused by all of us not being good enough, not particularly anyone's fault."

Poppy also defends her but with a less angry fashion.

Veigar stares at these two with mad eyes that rival ones of twisted Zaunites.

"You two are unbelievable!"

Lulu has rushed to hold him back from doing anything crazy. Watching this unfold, Tristana cam feel tears welling up on her amber eyes. They fall freely down her face as she lets out sobs. The guilt she's feeling towards her comrades along with the news about her grandmother is simply too much for her. This shocks everyone because Tristana was never one to easily cry, even from guilt.

"Everyone..."

Teemo says calmly as he steps towards Tristana, patting her back.

"As I said before, Tristy is not one to blame. Heck if anyone is, it will be me! I didn't do a good enough job of protecting her throughout the match."

Tristana stops sobbing to look up at him, receiving a soothing smile from her best friend.

"It's okay Tristy... Let's find something to drink okay?"

Still sniffing, she nods at his offer. Taking her hand, Teemo yanks her up on her feet and leads her towards to cafeteria. Rumble looks at him, jealousy in his eyes but is stopped from interrupting them by Poppy.

Teemo bought her and himself a can of grape soda. Sitting down on one of the tables by the window, Teemo starts the conversation.

"Tristy, what's going on? What's been bothering you?"

Sighing reluctantly, Tristana takes a sip of her soda before starting.

"My grandma... she fell seriously ill... she... she might not make it..."

Her eyes once again well up with tears.

"I... I'm sorry... I'm getting... emotional again... I..."

She's cut off by Teemo's warm and comforting embrace, his soft fur rubbing against her face.

"It's okay to cry Tristy."

Not bothering to hold back her tears anymore, she let them fall freely down her face as she returns Teemo's embrace.

"It's okay Tristy, everything is okay..."

...

...

Teemo is standing at the entrance of the Institute, facing Tristana, who has packed up for a trip back to Bandle city.

"Are you sure you don't want me to go with you Tristy?"

She shakes her head appreciatively in response.

"It's fine. Thank you... for being the best best friend ever."

Teemo smiles brightly.

"Yeah."

Tristana turns to leave.

"I'll see you in a few weeks!"

Teemo smiles at her, this time not as enthusiastic.

"Yeah, see ya Tristy... say hi to your family for me..."

"I will!"

As he watches her running through the fields to the distant train station, he feels something inside his heart stings. His head already filled up with thoughts about her.

'No, it's not time yet. But soon Tristy...'

Unbeknownst to him, a certain mischievous yordle has watched the whole scene as it unfolds. From his expression, she's pretty sure what she has been assuming is true.

"Come on Pix, let's go tell the others."


I'll be putting some light fluff in every chapter, just to keep them nice. Feel free to give me any suggestions about filler chapters or give me advice on my writing.