The pulsating pain he felt in his head was awful to say the least. Not to mention a lot of his sensors were screaming warnings at him and the rest seemed to not be working at all. His face felt cold...

Viktor opened his eyes and the bright daylight blinded him. His mask was off and his face hurt. His chest hurt too...and so did the rest of him. He slowly started recalling the previous events. Last thing he could remember was a projectile from the Mercury Hammer flying towards him. Apparently it had done a lot of damage, much more than Viktor would expect. His chestplate most definitely needed upgrading. A lot of his augments were heavily damaged or completely destroyed but at least he was alive. Then he overheard voices.

"He is still unconscious? But it's been four days! We really need to speak to him about the incident, maybe you could wake him up?"

"I most definitely could not. He barely survived. If you're saying Jayce came to turn himself in, I'm sure he won't run anywhere and it can wait until Viktor gets better. And that might take a long time in his current condition..."

The second voice belonged to Mira. But who was she speaking to? Viktor tried to sit up to look through the half open door and let out a soft grunt of pain. Maybe sitting up wasn't such a good idea. The two people outside his bedroom stopped their conversation. He heard footsteps approaching, the door creaked open and there was Mira. She looked tired and worried.

"Viktor! Oh I'm so glad you are finally awake, we were all so scared! It's been days since you and Jayce... We will need to fix you and make you work again." She smiled at him. Somehow that smile made him feel a little better.

A second figure came through the door, a young man dressed in the purple robes of a Summoner.

"Greetings, Viktor. I'm here on behalf of the Summoner Council. Jayce came to us four days ago and told us what happened... we would like to hear your side of the story and settle it somehow between you two. It would be nice if we could manage to avoid a court trial. It would only cause a scandal and it would be good for neither of you, nor the League."

"I uh..." even speaking was painful. "I will try to contact you as soon as I can. I need to get myself into working condition first." he managed between grunts of pain.

"Very well then. Thank you for your time." the Summoner bowed and exited the room.

Mira knelt beside Viktor's bed and smiled at him. "Now, we need to patch you up. What do we start with?"

They worked on his augments for hours. Well, mostly Mira did and Viktor told her what to do. He got tired soon and fell asleep, not seeing Singed coming in to see how his friend was doing.

"You should go home, Mira. You've been here since you found him, I'm sure your parents are worried."

That made Mira wince. "Yes, I'm sure they are," she replied. "I'll be back soon."

On the way home, her head was full of crazy thoughts. Her mother sent the letter to Jayce, almost causing Viktor's death. Mira knew her mother wasn't particularly thrilled by her daughter going to visit the inventor, mainly because of his reputation but she would never have guessed she would do something like this. She knew an argument was imminent, a very angry one at that. But she would get answers no matter what.

"Mira! Oh dear child I was so worried for you! You haven't been home for days, we thought something had happened to you, that the vile madman hurt you-"

"Save it, mother." Mira blurted out, furious. Now she was acting as if nothing happened? "I know you sent a letter to Jayce. Who came to Viktor's lab and almost killed him because of it. Now, would you mind explaining to me why the fuck you would do such a thing?" The anger took hold of her tongue. A voice somewhere in her head screamed at Mira not to talk to her mother like this but she couldn't stop herself.

The older woman's expression darkened. "Want to know why? Well then. You were coming to is lab often, following him like a sick puppy, at home you would never help with anything and you would be completely distant and out of focus. I was worried about you, thought he did something to you..."

"Really? You thought I was that stupid? Still, you could have tried to talk to me but instead you did this. Would killing a Champion of the League really be worth it?"

The two women stared at each other in silence for a long while that seemed to take forever, their eyes telling things their words could never express.

"I understand now. You stupid cow fell in love with him, haven't you?"

"Yes, yes I'm in love with him, so what? Why should you care?"

"Because it's crazy! As if it weren't enough that you have to work in a stupid techmaturgy shop instead of doing something appropriate for a young woman, now you want to be with a crazy inventor who is obsessed with turning people into machines! That's just unacceptable Mira! You need to find a normal boy and marry him and live a normal, respectable life!"

"I don't care about having a respectable life! I don't want to be normal! I want to do what I like, what I'm good at, not work in a bakery or make dresses like any girl! I want to be with the man I love, not some stupid boy! I'm old enough to make this decision myself, too! You can't order me!"

"Oh I can, young lady," her mother hissed. "As long as you are living under my roof, you will obey me."

"Well then I guess I don't want to live under your roof anymore!" Mira screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Fine." her mother said coldly. "If that's what you want, leave. But don't come back crying and begging to be allowed to come back. And don't think your father will help you with it."

"Alright. Good bye," was all Mira said before slamming the door and going back to Viktor's lab.

"Something happen?" Singed looked genuinely worried. And Mira told him. "Oh wow. Want to talk about it?"

"Not really. How's Viktor doing?"

"He's getting better, managed to repair most of the bad damage. Now he's asleep."

"I see. Well, I guess I'll stay here overnight, keep an eye on him and all..."

"You have nowhere to go now, do you?" Singed asked.

Mira shook her head.

"You know, if you ever need...I do have a spare room in my house, you could stay there, at least until you find something better...if Viktor doesn't want you staying here."

"Thanks Singed."

"No problem, Mira. That's what friends are for."

Mira smiled. The feared Mad Chemist had just called her a friend.

"Now I need to go home. See you soon."

Mira pulled a chair next to Viktor's bed and dozed off.

Viktor sat, Mira helping him repair the damaged parts of his legs. He had nothing but underwear on and she could feel the heat emanating from his body. It was making it hard to focus for her. He didn't have his mask on and when Mira looked up, she saw him looking down at her with his beautiful dark eyes. She didn't remember how it happened later but suddenly their lips were locked in a soft kiss.

When they pulled away, she was out of breath and blushing. But his expression was...cold. And so was his voice when he spoke.

"Mira. We can not do this. I am sorry if you think we are more than friends but it is a misunderstanding."

"Viktor..."

"Maybe it would be better if we did not see each other for some time, until your feelings calm down."

She was shocked and stunned. It took a while for the words to get through to her but when they did...she looked at Viktor to see if he heard the sound of her heart breaking but he seemed completely indifferent. She felt tears in the corners of her eyes but tried to stop them.

"As you wish..." She finally managed to lift herself up, her legs feeling like lead, and ran out of the lab into the streets.

She found a place in the corner of an old factory, where she used to play as a little girl, sat down and, making sure nobody could see her, started crying. In a single day, everything that mattered to her went to hell. She was kicked out of her house and the man she loved didn't care about her. She had no idea what to do now, where to go...every part of her life was ruined forever.

Then it started raining. Mira tried to curl up to the wall but it didn't protect her enough from getting wet. Not that it mattered anymore...nothing mattered anymore. She just sat and cried, lost in the pain.

Singed was walking from Viktor's lab the next morning, after checking up on his friend. Viktor told him what had happened. Singed now knew he had to find Mira, wherever she was. He knew the girl would be hurt and what if she did something stupid.

Passing by an old factory, he saw someone curled up there in a wet puddle, asleep. Upon closer inspection, it was Mira. He tried waking her up but she seemed too exhausted. Not knowing what to do with her, he scooped her up gently and carried her to his home, removing her wet clothes except her underwear and placing her in bed.

Well, this was a mess. A very, very big mess. And he had to help these two clean it up.

Author's notes

Thank all you amazing people, this story now has over 500 views! You are awesome and you have no idea how happy you have made me. I hope you're enjoying reading this as much as I am enjoying writing it.

Fun fact: this story was originally supposed to be just a 2 chapter porn...kind of like Nobody touches the hat...but it got out of hand a little.

Time to respond to the 2 new reviews I got since last chapter (seriously people if you have anything to say, do :P)

spiderwilliam13: Viktor gets some love? I am 100% into this.

Glad to hear, so am I! :)

Antarctic Native:The clot thickens... I had to(dont hate me pls :-P). Lets get some of that juicy background development going for Mira I say (childhood view through to teens, where she becomes aware of her mother's view), then maybe verbal fisty cuffs between the two. Just my humble opinion ;-). Anywho, you paint Jayce as a rightous(spelling?) arsehole, maybe an apology is in order (or at least make Heimerdigner mention the idea). Continue forging this masterpiece kind sir and you shall be justly rewarded with hotpancakes and whipped cream (tastes amazing B-)). Love your righting and I shall speak once more with the next installment. (Bows before leaving stage)

Oh don't worry, I won't hate you for any LoL puns...or any other puns :P I'm not sure about background on Mira...yet. Might change it in the future. "Righteous arsehole" is exactly what I thought when I first saw Jayce, he just looks like one of those Marvel superheroes to me, a bit too full of himself. But he can understand reason and can admit when he was wrong. I will continue forging this, even though I'm not a sir :P and I'm looking forward to the pancakes with whipped cream ;) Glad you like it and looking forward to hearing (or reading) from you again.