lol I totally didn't look at this story every week and just leave it for like four months...

The beginning of this chapter is what happens when my brother wakes me up on the weekends.

I do not know how long it takes to get to the Freljord from Demacia, but I looked at the map, and they aren't too far away...forgive me if my estimations are off.

Thanks C. Geng for editing.

Chapter 11

Quinn was still in rage mode as she shooed Talon out of the room. "I need to change, get out." She nearly made the assassin fall over with the force she used to knock him through the door. "Geez, it's only six forty-five..." he mumbled. The scout tensed and her pupils shrunk. Shadows passed over her face as she smiled. "Keep a note to yourself, Talon. Don't provoke me until I'm awake. Last time Garen did that he didn't bother me for months. Go ask him what I did."

Talon slowly closed the door.

Realizing he was still half naked, he swung the door open again. "Quinn..."

The woman was out cold once again on the rumpled sheets. Sighing, the man quickly dressed and grabbed Quinn by the arm, pulling her off the bed. She landed rather majestically on the floor with a loud thump. Her limbs were in a tangled mess with the white blankets that had cushioned her fall.

"Ass." She grumbled.

Talon crossed his arms as he stared down at her. "Get up, Little Bird. I bet you that Kat and Garen are waiting."

Quinn swung her leg out and it made heavy contact with Talon's. He grunted and fell to one knee and was face to face with a murderous Quinn. "You don't rush me. I'll be down there in five."

And thus, Noxus's most notorious male assassin was promptly kicked ass first out of the room.

...

Quinn dragged her feet into the large kitchen. Grabbing the cup of coffee that Talon offered her, she slid into a chair unceremoniously and glared through half opened eyes at the three people before her.

"What. Do. You. Want."

Garen slowly backed up. "Erm, I suppose we should wait until Quinn...comes back to the world."

Katarina rolled her eyes and leaned over the table, her chair screeching backwards. Leveling herself to Quinn's face, she raised her hand and slapped the scout across the face. "Wake up."

Quinn slowly twisted her neck upwards. "I'm awake, thank you," she said crisply. "Let's get down to business."

Once the four were settled on the few couches in a large, sunlit room, Garen began to speak.

"You said Swain was going to attack in less than forty eight hours now, yes?" Garen asked. Talon nodded. "He has everything planned out. He doesn't share them with many, only certain people, such as LeBlanc from the Black Rose."

Katarina nodded. "He did tell me vaguely that we were going to attack tomorrow, but didn't tell us how. Bastard usually tells us only right before the attack, with that smirk. Makes me want to cut it right off his face."

Garen sighed. "We won't be able to defeat them. We may be able to strength-wise, but Swain is always three steps ahead. We're going to need help."

Quinn spoke up. "What are we going to do about Lux?"

Garen's head shot up. "My sister? You saw her when you were in Noxus?"

Quinn nodded. "She...she told me to tell you she loves you."

The Demacian captain ran his hands through his hair as he leaned back in his chair. "How is she?"

The scout hesitated. "She's...fine."

Talon nudged Quinn. "You do know I can see right through that, don't you?"

"Nosy assassin," she huffed. Talon poked her nose. "More like smart."

Katarina yanked her brother away from the scout. "Alright, enough flirting. Quinn, we can all tell Lux isn't fine."

Quinn raised her hands in defense as Garen rose with worry in his eyes. "No, she's actually fine. Physically. And I'm pretty sure she's mentally fine."

"Where is she?" Garen demanded.

Quinn swallowed, suddenly realizing the hole she had dug herself into. "In...uh….Darius's manor."

Veins began to bulge in the captain's forehead as his eyes nearly popped free from their sockets. "Is she being held captive?! How would you consider that fine?!"

Quinn frowned. "Let me finish! She's living there by choice. Lux and Darius are..."

Garen clenched his fist. "No."

Katarina blew red strands from her eye. "Well, Darius has been acting weird lately. Not so obsessed with bloodshed and Noxus these days. I caught him walking 'round with a little brunette, though. Isn't your sister painfully blond, Crownguard?"

"Yes." Came the tight reply.

"She dyed her hair," Quinn said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Garen sprang out of his seat. "I'm not going to sit here and just listen to your stories, Quinn. I do not believe that Lux would fall for such a...brute."

Katarina leaned back. "Crownguard. Sit your ass down. Lux is going to be fine. If Darius really is serious with her, he's not going to let another male hand twenty feet near her. Don't even try to look at the girl, he'll cut your head off on the spot."

Garen slowly sank back down onto the couch, closing his eyes in exasperation.

"Good boy," Katarina said. "Now, you were saying we'd need help?"

The large man nodded. "Yes. And the Freljord may be willing to help. I'm rather friendly with the Queen, I believe."

The redhead's eyebrow twitched at his comment. "She's married, isn't she? To that barbarian?"

Quinn smirked at Katarina's slight jealousy. "Yeah. I'm pretty sure they're dedicated to each other," the scout confirmed. The Noxian relaxed visibly.

Talon spoke up. "That sounds fine and all but how are we going to contact them?"

Garen raised an eyebrow. "You and Quinn are going, of course. If you keep a steady pace, you should arrive tomorrow. That is, if you leave today."

Talon's jaw dropped. "When did you come up with this ridiculous plan?"

"Just now."

The male assassin sighed. He looked at his sister, hoping she would disagree. Katarina shruggednonchalantly. "Not that bad of an idea."

Quinn seemed indifferent as he glanced at her. Talon sighed again at his lack of a way out. "There's no way out of this is there…?"

Quinn smirked slightly. "Am I really that bad?"

The assassin shook his head. "No, just didn't think we'd have to go to the Freljord...alright. Little Bird, let's go pack." He rose from where he sat and sent one last glare to his smug sister as he walked away with Quinn right behind him.

The scout bumped her shoulder against his as she walked a bit faster to catch up to him. "Do you want to travel with someone else?" she asked.

Talon was thinking about saying yes, just to see her reaction, but his heart formed the words before his brain. "No," he said brusquely. Quinn smiled slightly. The pair reached the door and Talon slipped inside, Quinn at his heels.

"It's gonna be one helluva journey, with you coming along." Talon said roughly as they stepped through the wooden frame.

All Quinn could do was laugh.