A/N Hello loyal readers, thank you for all the reviews and favorites, they really help me know that I'm doing OK. Also, anyone to guess the similarity between Shaco and Jack Ensani will get a special cameo in the next chapter. Just send me your answer, summoner name and favorite champion. Good luck!

Jack took a shower. He thought it would do him good, rub the insane out of his skin. After 10 years he still never came to terms with the fact: he was Shaco. The only people who knew were the Tribunal of Grand Summoners, Twisted Fate and Graves. That's why he lived in the Bilgewater department, that's why he was never in the summoning chamber. He was a champion. He shivered as he thought that. He was skilled enough to summon, but the mental link would share that thought with any champion he did. So he summoned himself. Jack turned off the water and got ready. Stop thinking, go have lunch. Someone knocked at the door.

"You ready Jack?" Twisted Fate shouted in. Jack opened the door, he decided to go with the bowtie today.

"Well you're lookin' spiffy aint ya? Now let's go, Graves is getting bored and shooting some pigeons outside," Twisted Fate started flipping around a card.

"Leaving without me?"

"Think you can keep up? I am the bigger brother after all," TF disappeared leaving behind a flutter of cards. Jack disappeared, in a puff of smoke.

Twisted Fate appeared in front of Graves, sidestepping a bullet that was aimed for a bird. Jack appeared behind him.

"I win again," Twisted Fate exclaimed.

"Not this time, I've been here invisible for a while,"

"Dammit, why just like when we were kids."

"8 second cooldown my friend," Jack brought out a picnic basket. They ate some sandwiches and lemonade. Then tried their hand shooting pigeons. It was close, but Jack came in first with 10 pigeons, Graves in second with 7, and TF with 6. They all talked about past stories and what it's like to be a champion. It was a chill picnic.

"So yer sayin' that knives are way easier to throw than just shooting a gun?" Graves pointed at his trusty double-barrel.

"Well yeah, you don't have to reload, it's easier to carry a bunch of knives than a limited amount of buckshot, you can reclaim ammunition, and if you do it right, it's just as deadly," Jack explained, flipping around a butterfly knife in his hand.

"What about cards?" Twisted Fate threw a King of Hearts at a pigeon for emphasis.

"Ya mean magic cards? 'Cause unless someone is a complete replica of you, they do jack," Graves said, cleaning his gun.

"I heard my name?"

"Get out."

The picnic was good, got Jack a breath of fresh air, let him forgot about the time he spends in that mask. It also introduced him to someone he had wanted to meet for a very long time. Sivir. She walked by picking a flower, and throwing it away. She walked with confidence, but not cocky. Her hair blew in the wind like she was in a shampoo commercial. Jack stood up as soon as he saw her.

"Uhh, uhhhh,uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," She was breathtaking.

"Oh hey Jack. Say Graves, I know you said you were going to set me up on a blind date, so when do we meet?" Sivir sat down on the blanket. Twisted Fate suddenly disappeared.

"Well ya know, he's dressed up real nice, but he don't make good first impressions, you'll just have to find him," Graves shot a smokescreen down on Sivir and Jack. When it disappeared, Graves disappeared, too.

"Uhhhhhh, I guess we'll have to uhh, find him for you," Jack said, oblivious to what was going on.

"I guess so, where should we start?" Sivir replied, just as oblivious. Jack picked up some extra sandwiches and lemonade.

"I have a feeling we'll need these, this might take a while," Jack stood up and fixed his bowtie.

"How do you know that, did you sweep the area with mind magic or something?" Sivir said sarcastically.

"No. I used Clairvoyance," Jack held out his hand for Sivir to take. She took it and they stood up.

"Welp, I guess we have to sweep through these beautiful, romantic gardens," Sivir said, suddenly catching on to Graves' plan. She was fine with it, Jack was a perfect gentleman, seemed nice enough, and was a god at controlling Shaco. She would've taken anyone even slightly human though. She really needed a boyfriend. They walked along a stone path, eating sandwiches along the way. They were quiet, but seemed comfortable. Sivir realizing she was on a date (Jack still had no idea), started some small-talk.

"So you and TF are brothers right?" Sivir said nonchalantly. For never really having much game, she was certainly still a player.

"Yup, same gypsy caravan in Bilgewater. He always was jealous because I could do the magic," Jack suddenly realized what was going on and summoned a rose, putting it in Sivir's hair,"Something to look pretty for your date."

Sivir blushed. That was not expected, "So what's your story after the caravan? How did you get to the League?"

"Well, I always did magic tricks, knife juggling, and all kinds of things in the caravan. I even carved myself a special clown mask for the show. One time, we did an act for Gangplank, knowing he had some good coin. TF had left by now, hustling with Graves. But we still kept in touch, so we coordinated a heist on Gangplank. While we mad money at the show, Graves and my brother would steal the rest from his vaults," Jack and Sivir had sat down on a rock. They both reached for some lemonade, and their hands touched. They blushed and looked away.

"So, something didn't go as planned, did it?" Sivir twirled her hair a bit. After this "date" maybe she wouldn't settle for just anybody.

"Well, Gankplank knew how good we gypsies were at thievery. So he slaughtered most of the caravan halfway through the show. Lucky for me, I was opening act, and he thought my magic skills would be… useful. I used to do this trick where I would juggle knives and suddenly go invisible, and the crowd would only see a mask and shivs floating around it. Gankplank loved it, and decided to spare me. I was trained as an assassin by his crew, and my mask was imbued by a special power that made me go into some psychotic frenzy, I was like a demonic clown. Needless to say I left after hearing about the league, deciding to put my magic to good use, luckily my brother was already here waiting," he finished. He realized how much he had been talking, and that he almost revealed his secret.

"Is that why you always pick Shaco?" Sivir said solemnly.

"I guess, yeah?"

"So you just want to help him get better? Knowing what he might be going through,"

"I guess so. Yeah, I want him to get better,"

Sivir planted a kiss on Jack's cheek and stood up. He was dazed, confused, and most of all, extremely happy.

"Well, I guess we should keep looking for that date," Jack said, hoping to keep this going on for a while.

Jack and Sivir walked together under the stars, talking to eachother about stories from the past, flirting, and sharing the last sandwich.

"Mmmmm, Graves makes a killer grilled cheese. So how does it feel like to die and then be brought to life by your great great great great great great great grandbird?" Jack laughed.

Sivir took the last bite of the sandwich, "Well, dying wasn't that bad, I'd felt it before from the League. Before I went, I had the suspicious feeling I would come back. Kindred showed up and lamb kept me alive until Azir ascended. To find out my ancestor was a royal pigeon was honestly just funny. I mean, I come back to life and this giant bird is like 'Hey guess what, we're related, also guess what SHURIMA!' and then all of the ruins just spring to life, it may sound stupid but-"

"You have to be there to enjoy it."

"You read my mind," they both laughed.

"Well next time a creepy snake lady kills you, a tall, handsome magician will be there to save you," Jack said. Sivir overdramatically fell into his arms. It was oddly… comfortable.

"Oh, my hero!" they laughed again and decided it was time to get back to the Institute.

"So uh, Sivir, what do you say we look for your date again this Saturday?" Jack stared down at the grass, feeling embarrassed. This was the first time he hadn't felt like a socially braindead idiot in months, and he better not have blew it.

"I think he might be at the Frelyordle pub, at, I don't know, 10:00?"

"I think that he will definitely be there," Jack opened the door for her into the lobby. Sivir blushed and started to drift down the hall. She pointed to a door.

"Well, my stop's here," She eyed Jack as she got to the entryway.

Dammit Jack, make a move already, make a move you handsome devil.

Should I make a move, I don't know, how do this work? Is this too early, what should I do what should I do!?

I'm not making this move for you man, you either kiss me goodnight or this date has been screwed.

Screw it. I'll make a move.

Sivir nearly closed the door, but Jack ran up and caught it.

"Goodnight Sivir," he said.

He kissed her. She kissed him back. And in the split second that it happened, they both knew. This was something real.

I know that was kind of weird and overdramatized for a first date, but hey it's a fanfiction, I can do what I want. Next chapter will be funnier hopefully. As funny as my media references and bad puns can get me. Hope you liked it, please review. Bye!