A little bit of background. I was given a challenge by a friend to write a piece of Varus/Lux fanfiction. I really couldn't imagine them having a romantic relationship... Given that Varus doesn't have a body below his belly button and that she's young enough to be his daughter... This story is going to run until they reach Demacia, in any case. Thank you so much for reading, any and all comments are appreciated.

Lux waited until they had been walking for a good fifteen minutes into the dense forest before dropping her glamour. The man behind her took stock,

"What now?"

Lux almost laughed, no thanks. Of course.

"Now, we walk a little further and then we sleep. I, for one, am exhausted" she bit out before turning and continuing on.

The cache would be close by, and the area around it was heavily warded. She hoped the Demacian spy network had kept it maintained in her absence.
The rocky outcrop that hid the supplies felt a little bit like coming home to Lux. She tossed the solitary bed roll out of the storage compartment in the purple man's direction.
"I'll take first watch, get some sleep" she ordered curtly. She started taking inventory of the supply bag. They had been maintaining her standards on emergency caches, excellent. Lux would have to file a resupply request when she got back to Demacia.
She couldn't help the feeling that his eyes were tracking her movement, even though you couldn't tell from looking at him. Stupid blank eyes, lacking pupils for her to keep track of. When she finally met his gaze he moved to sit in front of her.

"I require some answers" the gravelly voice broke her from her musing.

"Thirty seven, double rainbow, Demacia", she tossed back at him. His unimpressed look matched hers. "You said you wanted answers"

"Yes, why are you here? Now that I have been liberated, are you returning to Demacia or am I simply a prisoner under a new warden?"

Lux sighed and her fingers carved a harsh path through her hair. "I am to escort you to the Demacian court, to meet with his Highness Prince Jarvan IV. Once we have been debriefed I am sure you will be allowed to return to the Institute of War and continue on as you were. Preferably", at this she shot him a particularly cold look, "you will not return to Noxus in another foolish attempt to get yourself killed"

The strange limbs spasmed and a growl grated from the Ionian's throat. He rose from his spot on the ground and laid down on the sleeping roll she had left. Apparently his curiosity had been sated, or she had offended him enough to make him leave her alone. Either way, Lux was left to catch her breath.

Varus' eyes opened before she had the chance to touch him. Lux recoiled slightly, those all lilac eyes seemed to see everything and nothing. It was more than a little bit weird.
"It's your turn to watch, I need to sleep" she whispered.

They had no fire, too risky this close to Noxus, the shadows only adding to Varus' strange appearance. He nodded and rose from the unopened bedroll. They only had the one that Lux had found in the supply stash. She gratefully slipped inside, enjoying the warm from him sleeping on it. It wasn't anywhere close to winter yet, but the night was chilly.

Varus moved to sit against the outcrop of rocks Lux had previously occupied. The girl had been ordered by Jarvan to go and rescue him. He had yet to truly understand why. He was tempted to leave her, simply make his own way to the institute. If she was found this close to Noxus there might be some question as to why, but surely nobody knew that it was her who had broken him out?

No, he had seen her stunning Swain. The man would know of Demacia's little light and her tricks. He seemed to know everything three steps ahead of anyone else.
No, Varus decided, he was not going to thank the young woman by leaving her alone while she slept. He may request that they part ways when closer to Demacia, but if Prince Jarvan had given her orders to bring Varus to the court then he suspected she would fight to keep him close. He sneered into the darkness. 'Anything for the glory of Demacia', a dangerous attitude for anyone to have. Particularly for a powerful mage such as she. The city-state was known for war, almost as power hungry as their Noxian counterparts. More so, perhaps, because Demacia did not have the inner struggles that Noxus did. It would be a dark day when the Institute no longer gave the continent peace.

Whimpering sounds coming from her bedroll interrupted his musings, it seemed that the Little Light was dreaming. Though, from the thrashing it seemed more like a nightmare. He rose and walked over to wake her. Her face was pulled into a frown and she shook slightly as another whimper left her mouth. Mindful of his claws, he reached forward and shook her shoulder lightly.

"Miss Crownguard, wake up"

She sat up with a gasp and started pushing him away. There was blind fear in her eyes and he retreated for a moment in the hopes she would realize he was not her enemy.

"Varus? I… what's going on?" she looked wildly around as if expecting an attack.

"You were dreaming quite loudly, Luxanna. I do not wish to alert anyone to our presence, so I woke you" he shifted and rose to return to his post. Lux's eyes widened and her hand shot out to stop him.

"Wait!" now she was blushing. It had seemed so real, the rows of teeth shredding her while she struggled helplessly.

Rarely did she get assigned to fight with any of the champions from the Void, but it always gave her nightmares when she did. Usually she could not return to sleep after such dreams, usually didn't want to. However, she needed to be rested for their trek tomorrow.

"Would you keep watch over here, please?" She wouldn't give him the reason why. He probably already thought she was a weak little girl, given how young she was. She didn't need to give him more reasons to think so.

Varus nodded his acquiescence and sat down next to the bedroll with his legs crossed. He was often plagued with his own nightmares, even before his town had been invaded. The whispering from the Pit of Pallas were normally temptations of power. It had also occasionally used threats, horrible visions that followed him in sleep. His wife had sat up with him, on those nights. She had occasionally called herself the guardian of the guardian. He had always somberly replied that her position was far more important than his own.

As she lay back down and attempted to go back to sleep he felt a familiar twitch of sadness. Theshan would only have been a few years younger than her. Perhaps, instead of Varus entering the games it could have been Theshan. He shook the thought off and returned his attention to the quiet night.