All I Am

by AnnieAnnProps

After the mugging of her father, Caitlyn has a special device installed into her hat. It records her thoughts at her command, allowing her to pull back every detail of the memory at a moments notice. But there are things that she does not realize that she needs to remember forever, not until the her love begins to forget them. (All I Remember, Caitlyn's story) Caitlyn x Vi

19. Log 19

8:32 am Overriding manual deactivation of Black Box recordings, Override successful, Initiating Automated black Box recording, Criteria(s) met: Symptoms associated with 'love'

Banter, something that has become common. Had made a humorous jab at the stack of reports, the same stack from a week ago. She grumbles, taking my tone as less of a joke and more as a order.

Improve joke making skills in the future

She still deflects with humour, slamming the papers overdramatically onto the wood and counts them. 20 reports, she averages about 30 minutes each, thus, simple math, 10 hours and she should be done.

In anticipation of distractions such as donut runs, coffee runs, "bathroom runs" everyday at 2pm to sneak off and listen to her favorite comedy podcast; would take 15 hours, two days work, perhaps 3 days max if another case comes up.

She should be able to do the math.

"20 reports! That's like, 40 hours!"

Always full of surprises.

A chuckle. She glares at the offending paperwork, if physics took the opportunity to take a break, the report would have erupted in flames. Humour her, spare her a glance, but stand ground.

I tell her the minimum amount of time she could take on the reports, not that she would finish them in that time.

Of course not, she is easily distracted, unless the task was hextech or lowercity related, her attention span is about 17 minutes.

"I mean, if I work at it, like real hard, like two reports an hour hard. It'd take at least 24 hours."

She rambles as if she hadn't heard me. In the next minute, her brain will grasp that 20 reports, 2 reports an hour, does indeed equal 10 hours of work.

A smile, the left corner of her lip is pulled slightly up. A halfhearted suppression of a smirk. She knows she is wrong, but pride keeps her from admitting it.

Mischievous eyes, stubborn eyes, eager eyes.

"Alright, 20 hours if you want a miracle."

Kiss on the nose, a small smile back.

"10 hours, dear."

A full fledged grin but still, a slump in her back. Reluctant, she does not want to do the paperwork. She knows that it is necessary. A playful frown and a harumph.

"A miracle would be you finishing them today."

Motivation in her eyes. the grin returns, lined with determination.

"Challenge accepted."

A pen and the first of the reports, quick scan of the nature of the case, scribbles fill in the blank spaces of the paper. Almost hasty, there is pause, she thinks, recalls, records, keep mistakes at a minimum.

She will work herself to sleep or give up halfway through. She won't finish, at least not today. Asleep on desk, 7 reports in, needing 2 cups of coffee in the morning and 4 donuts.

Close the door behind me, sort through the files left on my desk.

She will be embarrassed, crack a joke about it, slightly ashamed that she could not impress me.

I will reassure her that she did well, that she still have time to finish the reports.

This is how it will go

Warmth in the heart. She offers her best.

8:45 am Ending Automated Black Box recording. Criteria(s) met: signs of returning to routine activities

(Based on a real life event. Theatre is great)