Before we get into this chapter, I would like to say a couple of things. Firstly, I would like to thank each and everyone one of my readers for sticking with this story to the end. I know I've said it a lot, but it truly means alot to me. Especially when I open up my email and see a new follow/favorite/review. So thank you guys so much.

Now then, I know you guys rather read the ending than hear me blabber, so I'll let you guys do that.

Oh, and trigger warning, this chapter showcases depression and mentions suicide.

Caitlyn sighed as she got out of bed.

She swore every day it got harder to do so, especially with how weary she feels all the time. But at any rate, she sighed once more and walked over to her closet, stretching as she did so.

She has to pick out some clothes for the damn psychiatrist session she has to attend. She hates having to go to the sessions, but she knows how important they are and how much she needs them.

After all, Caitlyn hasn't been well since Jinx…since Jinx...since she left...

And it's been very apparent.

Hell, even Caitlyn herself can see how bad things were getting. She hadn't been sleeping, eating, socializing, or really anything that she would normally be doing. Instead, she has just been working and basically wasting her life away.

Simply stated, she was extremely depressed and it wasn't good. Not at all.

And as a result, her parents had asked-well, more like forced-her to see their family's psychiatrist. Especially after she started developing more...unsettling tendencies.

Tendencies such as holding her own rifle up at herself…

Although, in her defense, she had only been contemplating suicide, and hadn't had a true desire to take her own life. After all, Caitlyn knew that it would destroy her family, friends, and the city to find her lying in a pool of her own blood. She didn't want that for anyone, and besides that, she also knew that Jinx would be pissed to find Caitlyn joining her in the afterlife early. So no, she didn't dare actually attempt suicide. Hell, the safety had still been on.

But unfortunately for her, a maid had happened to stumble in on her with her rifle aimed at her own heart. And once the blubbering servant's cries of concern and worry had reached her parents, even Caitlyn's half-hearted efforts to dissolve any worries had been unable to convince them.

They had been devastated to hear the maid's claims. And even after she had shown them the safety, they had forced therapy on her, stating that the fact that she even considered suicide was enough to justify it.

And Caitlyn had been angry at first, trying to explain that she didn't need it and that it wouldn't do anything for her. However, despite her claims and reluctance to it…the therapy has had a somewhat positive effect.

She still is haunted by her nightmares and reality every day, but at least the therapist had managed to convince her to eat regular meals again. It was a small-infinitely so-amount of progress, but it was...something.

But she hopes that one day she will be able to move on with the effort of these sessions. That one day, when she thinks about her deceased love, she won't fall into pieces as the thought shatters her, and would just feel a dull throb instead. That one day, she can think of Jinx and smile, not break down into sobs.

And...maybe that day, she will be fully functional...and not just a set of broken gears barely operating together...

...So perhaps therapy isn't so bad. If her therapist can truly help her achieve these desires some day, then she supposes that she can suffer through the slow progress. And after all, her therapist was the same one her family always sought during times of grief, and the woman had been truly tremendous in helping Minerva cope in trying times.

And if she can have even a fraction of that same success with Caitlyn...well, maybe that's something worth fighting for.

But, Caitlyn thought as her stomach started rumbling, Perhaps I should eat first. I would rather not be berated for not eating again.

And with that thought, she left for the kitchen.

Caitlyn let her thoughts trail as she munched on her toast. She did it often nowadays, thinking of happier times with Jinx. It was somewhat a bittersweet feeling, that unfortunately was bitter more often than not.

But she easily trades the overall sadness for the small moments of happiness. The simpler times with her love were completely worth the hurt that came with remembering. And all though they were short and limited, they meant the world to Caitlyn.

As such she found herself remembering the carnival in which she had experienced her first kiss with Jinx at. It was one of her most treasured memories, but it was also her most controversial. Bittersweet was an understatement to describe how she felt about that particular event.

She loves it because it had been the start of something beautiful, albeit tragically short, between her and Jinx. However, she hates the memory for the same reason. For she feels that if she had been slower, more reserved about her feelings towards Jinx, she could have then concealed them better from Whist. And if Whist had not suspected Caitlyn's relationship with Jinx, then perhaps he wouldn't have kidnapped the Sheriff. And as a result, Jinx wouldn't have...died.

Caitlyn sighed.

But it was just wishful thinking. She knew that. Whist probably would have still found out about them through some other means. And surely, he would've forced the same ultimatum on them. But she can't help but believe that there was something she could've done to save her love from having to sacrifice herself…

And she also can't help but feel terrible and guilty, knowing that she had been the reason Jinx had died. Hell, if she hadn't been so careless, she would have discovered Whist's escape from prison sooner, and she wouldn't gotten captured in the first place.

But no, Caitlyn had been extraordinarily reckless, and Jinx had paid the price for her. The love of her life had died because she had made mistakes and gotten kidnapped.

Jessie...you shouldn't have died…

She has repeatedly thought those words the past couple of weeks, finding truth in it every time.

And with each time, Caitlyn felt more so that she should've been the one to take Jinx's place that fateful day.

After all, it would've been better if Caitlyn had been the one to die...

"Caitlyn? Caitlyn!" She heard someone shout.

Suddenly, she was being shook by her shoulders and pulled from her nightmare infested mind. She then found herself face to face with her Mother's concerned eyes.

"Caitlyn! Snap out of it! Please, dear!" Minerva pleaded, continuing to shake Caitlyn.

"M-mom?" Caitlyn returned, wide-eyed in confusion but causing Minerva to stop.

Minerva still held onto Caitlyn though, as if afraid to let go. "Are you...are you alright now? You were doing it again, dear…" Minerva stated with sadness in her voice. Caitlyn realized what she was talking about now, and why her mom looked equal parts weary and somber. She had slipped into a lapse again...

This was the fifth time this week that's she's done so. Her psychiatrist had told her that the lapses were a product of her depression. She had also said that the lapses and false dreams Caitlyn has had of Jinx being alive would likely plague her for a long time, and really only be masked with the use of antidepressants.

And at first, she had outright rejected the medicine. She had felt that taking the small pills meant accepting the fact that she is losing her mind. But as she gazed back into her mom's concern filled eyes, she realized that she might just have to start with the pills. If not for her own sake, for her parents'.

"...Yes, I'm...alright," she lied. She didn't believe it at all though… "Sorry, I-I didn't mean to scaring you, Mom…" she apologized. She felt tears trickle down her cheeks as she spoke. Yet, she hadn't even realized that she had been tearing up until now…

Her mother wiped them away for her, and then brought Caitlyn into a hug. "Oh dearie, you don't have to apologize. ...I know how hard it is Caitie. I know that it feels like your world has gone to hell. I know just how it feels dear..." Minerva murmured as she held her daughter. Caitlyn stayed still and quiet in her mother's embrace, letting her comfort her. She didn't know what to say anyways.

But she didn't have to say anything as, after a moment, Minerva broke the hug, and looked her broken daughter in the eyes once more.

"...I need to talk with you, Caitlyn. Actually I should've done this weeks ago, but I've always been rather poor at speaking my thoughts, and I put it off. You and your father were always much better at speaking and such. But at any rate, it doesn't matter how poor I am. I need to help you through your loss."

Minerva paused, letting her words set in as well as allowing Caitlyn the moment to take her words in. And after a minute or so, she resumed her statement.

"Now then, do you remember how I handled your grandparents' deaths?" She questioned.

Caitlyn frowned as she remembered. "Yes...you broke down and isolated yourself."

Minerva nodded in confirmation "Correct. I handled their deaths not to much unlike how you are with Jinx's. However, your father's blood in you is making you infinitely better now than I was back then. Anyways, yes, I was devastated. However, do you know how I broke free of that pain?"

"...No. I just know when Dad got mugged and when I was playing with toys in front of you, you just...left your depression behind. You never really explained what had happened."

"Well that's what I'm doing now, dear. Those events had rid me of my sadness because they showed me that I had things to live for. They showed that I have a family that gives meaning to my life. My sad little girl and my wounded husband had needed me in those times of grief, and I had realized that. And so, after I saw you playing with your blocks, crying because I wasn't happy, and when I saw your father bruised and bloody from those robbers that had attacked him, I had sobered up and put my grief behind me both times."

Minerva sighed and released Caitlyn, geting up to pace around.

"At any rate, what I am trying to say is that in both cases, I had something to jumpstart my life and get me back to living. I suppose it would be akin to you-and pardon my metaphor if it is incorrect-finding a lead in a stressful and tenuous case. And what I think is that once you find that lead for your life, you will be able to move on peacefully past Jessie," Minerva stated, pausing in her pacing as she finished.

Caitlyn frowned and looked at her mom. "B-but what if...what if I don't ever find closure like that. I don't want to see Jessie in my nightmares every time I sleep. And I don't want to lapse into panic attacks wherever I remember happy times with her. I just want it all to be over, and I fear that if I don't find any closure, I won't ever be whole or sane again…."

"Oh Caitie…" Minerva walked back over to her daughter, taking Caitlyn's hands in her own. "You don't have to worry like that. Even if you don't ever find any immediate closure like that, I promise that me and your pap are going to get you your life back. It may be gradual, but I won't let you suffer in your grief."

"...O-okay…" Caitlyn murmured, and she let Minerva pull her into another hug.

She truly hopes that her mom is right, and that she will eventually find peace with Jinx's death. She needs to in order to fix her mind…

Caitlyn sighed as she reentered her house through the front door. Her therapy session was over and she was finally home.

It had been a fairly short session in which she and her psychiatrist did not speak on much. However, her psychiatrist did prescribe her for some antidepressants and other pills to hopefully rid Caitlyn of some of her symptoms. Caitlyn was quite elated to know that she might get some restful sleep again, among the other positives she'd gain from them.

Overall, she has to say that things are starting to look up.

And as she thought that, she couldn't help but smile.

"Oh, Lady Caitlyn. Welcome home," her maid, Annette, welcomed with a warm smile.

Caitlyn returned the smile, but it was replaced with a confused expression a moment later as Annette produced an envelope.

"What is this," Caitlyn asked, as the maid handed it to her.

"It appears to be a letter from one Dr. Gregory Raam. It arrived while you were gone, so I held onto it. I figured that you would want it safe."

Caitlyn frowned as she turned the letter around in her hand. It was from Rourke, a small city between Noxus and Piltover. She was perplexed as to why someone from there would be contacting her, but she assumed it was important. As such, she thanked the maid, and dismissed herself, heading for her room.

Once there, and sat at her desk, she carefully opened the envelope, revealing a single, crisp letter. Slowly, she took to reading it, attempting to decipher its significance. However, as she got further, her eyes widened and watered until tears began to fall in streams by the end of the letter.

Taking a deep breath and attempting to staunch her tears, she read through the heavy, yet simple letter once again, wanting to believe it, yet scared to do so.

Dear Sheriff Caitlyn Rosen,

Greetings. My name is Doctor Gregory T. Raam, of the Rourke Central Hospital.

I suppose this letter is somewhat out of the blue, but the reason for why I am addressing you, is in regards to one of our patients wishing to contact you.

Her name, or at least the one she has provided, is Jessie.

Perhaps you have heard of her. At any rate, she requested that I contact you, proclaiming that she has some form of relation to you. And as such, I have granted her request by sending you this letter.

Now then, if you would respond to this letter, either through another or in person, I am sure she would be eternally grateful, and I would appreciate the gesture. However, I would perfectly understand if you choose not to reply in any form, as it is your choice.

At any rate, I'd like to thank you for your time if you have read this, of course that is if it has even reached you.

Sincerely, Dr. Raam.

As she finished reading the final lines, Caitlyn dropped the letter. Tears were freely flowing now, uncontrollably. There was no doubt in her mind now that it was true.

And since the letter is true, then that means…

It means Jessie is still alive...

She left her room, running straight for her parked cruiser. She ignored all she passed, letting no one halt her. She has to get to Rourke…

It was raining outside.

She hadn't expected such weather, but she didn't particularly care about getting wet. And without further hesitation, she stepped out of her cruiser onto the cold puddles of the hospital parking lot.

As the water sloshed all over her combat boots, she realized how grateful she was for them. However, she unfortunately had no other protection, as she still had on short clothes fitted for the fair weather of Piltover, not this miserable weather of Rourke.

But regardlessly, she ignored the cold air and wet on her skin, trudging forward to the entrance. And eventually, she managed to reach it, and found shelter in the warm lobby.

"Hello. Welcome to Rourke Central. How can we be of assistance, ma'am?" The front desk worker greeted her as she entered.

"Uh. I need to see my girlfriend. I got a letter telling me that she is a patient here, and I need to see her."

"Okay, one moment." The nurse then starting typing into the terminal in front of her. Caitlyn presumed that the nurse was pulling up a patient database as she typed. And her guess was proven correct as the nurse asked Caitlyn for Jinx's name.

"Oh, it should be under Jessebelle Strauss" Caitlyn answered, spelling it out immediately after. The nurse then entered it into the terminal, only for a small error sound to ring out.

"Er, it doesn't seem to be a 'Jessebelle Strauss' in our patients list," the nurse stated.

Caitlyn frowned momentarily but then remembered that the doctor in the letter had said Jinx had only given her nickname.

"Try looking for 'Jessie' then."

The nurse inputted it in, only for the machine to give out a new sound.

"Okay, it looks like there are four Jessies currently at the hospital. Can you specify your Jessie for me any further?"

"Uh sure. She has teal hair, violet eyes, a tattoo sleeve on her right arm, and she's pretty pale and underweight. Do you see her in there," Caitlyn described.

"Oh, I think I know her. She's one of Doctor Raam's patients. The comatose one," The nurse stated thoughtfully, remembering Jinx. But her words bothered Caitlyn.

"...She is in a coma…?" Caitlyn questioned with wide eyes, fearing the answer.

The nurse saw her panic and instantly corrected herself.

"Oh, no no, she's not in a coma. Well...not anymore. She woke up from it two days ago," the nurse nervously explained.

"...What...what happened to her?" Caitlyn asked with sadness in her voice. Now that she is actually here in the hospital, the surrealness of Jinx being alive dissipated, only to be replaced with the harsh reality of her situation. There is a good possibility that Jinx was severely injured, and barely survived the brink of death…

"I uh...I'm not quite sure. You will have to ask Dr. Raam. I have only seen her once, when she was brought in here. But ah, she didn't look too good."

Caitlyn frowned, troubled by the nurse's words. But regardless, she thanked the woman. "...Thank you. Is there any way for me to see her?"

"Uh, sure. Here, let me contact Dr. Raam. He will want to take you up there. You should have a seat for now," the nurse instructed, picking up a phone of its base and pointing over to a row of seats. Caitlyn nodded and went over to sit.

Once seated, she set her mind adrift. There were so many thoughts and questions running through her mind since that letter and the hour-long drive she took to get here, and now that she is sitting still, they are overwhelming her.

There are just so many things she wants answered. How had Jinx lived? What happened to put her in a coma for two months? Does she even remember Caitlyn?

That's the question Caitlyn wanted answered the most. But it was also the one she was most afraid off. If Jinx had exited the coma with amnesia, and forgot all about Caitlyn, and the new life she gained, then Caitlyn would be devastated. She would have to completely rebuild her relationship with Jinx, and that's if she can. Jinx might not even be willing to fall in love again…

No, Caitlyn thought, shaking her head. She can't think like that. It would only depress her. Instead, she should just sit back and relax. The doctor should be here any moment now, and once he comes, she can get all her answers then…

"Sheriff Caitlyn, I presume?" A middle age, graying man called out, as he passed through the entrance of the hospital, most likely coming back to work from a break or day off. Caitlyn stood up as he walked further in the room, giving him a nod to confirm his assumption, and walking over to him.

"And you are Dr. Raam?" She returned, although she knew the answer.

"Correct. It is nice to finally meet you. I have heard a lot about you," He replied, offering out a hand.

"Oh?" She raised an eyebrow in curiosity as she returned the handshake.

"Indeed. Jessie has told me a lot about you. All good things, of course."

Caitlyn smiled at his words. Not only did she enjoy the fact that Jinx spoke well of her, but his words confirmed that Jinx did not have amnesia, much to her relief.

"That is nice to hear," She stated.

"I thought you'd say so," He responded, matching her smile. "Now then, I suspect you don't want to waste any time. After all, you came all the way from Piltover to see her. No use in delaying you further."

"I'd appreciate that, thank you."

"You are very welcome, Sheriff." Dr. Raam stated with a nod. He then walked over to the nearest elevator and called it, prompting Caitlyn to join him. She followed him inside, and he sent them up to the fifth floor.

"So, I'm assuming you would like to know what happened to her, correct?" He asked as the elevator moved.

"Yes. I...thought she was dead from an airship crash that happened two months ago. It's been quite difficult coping with that thought all this time," She murmured, with her face downcast.

"...Well then, it is all the better that I tell you she is quite alive then, huh," He commented with a reassuring grin. It managed to draw out a smile from the Sheriff, much to his delight. He gave out a chuckle before returning to a more serious expression.

"At any rate, we found her through a pair of hikers. The couple had proclaimed they found her lying it the woods north of here, broken, unconscious and bleeding to death under a parachute. In fact, by the time they managed to get her here, she had been on the brink of death and in shock from her blood loss. But we barely managed to contain her bleeding, and saved her. She was very lucky to be a universal recipient, otherwise we might not have gotten her a blood transfusion in time. However, despite us being able to stop her blood flow and get her back to a more stable condition, she slipped into a coma, and had stayed that way until about two days ago," he explained.

"But...she is fine now?"

"Hmm, not entirely. She broke several bones in her right arm, upper chest, and left leg, most likely from her parachute getting tangled and falling as a result. And actually, I believe she broke her arm as a result of her holding onto your hat-she mentioned it was yours-and being unable to protect it. But anyways, she is still recovering from those fractures, as they had been quite bad. But otherwise, yes, she has healed up tremendously."

"That's great, actually. But she broke her arm to save my hat you said?"

"I believe so. She said that she had a promise to keep. I'm certain you know about that?"

Caitlyn shook her head and smiled. "Yes...I know exactly about it."

"Splendid. Oh, and it appears that we have arrived at her room," He announced, stopping in front of the doorway. Caitlyn was surprised to see that they had arrived, but realized that their talking had distracted her.

"I hadn't even noticed…" She murmured. The doctor chuckled, but moved over to the door and unlocked it with a key. She tensed up as the door slid open, revealing a bored looking Jinx lying in bed. Just as the doctor had said, her right arm was in a cast, and her left leg was wrapped and propped up. And Caitlyn was sure there were countless other bandages wrapped around Jinx's body that she was unable to see on the surface. But despite it all, Jinx didn't seem to be in pain or anything. Just...bored. She was staring off into the window, watching the rain fall. With Jinx's hair down, cascading her face It was a somewhat serene sight for Caitlyn to take in.

"Oh, hey Doc. It's it your day off?" Jinx called out, most likely hearing the door but not yet looking over.

"It was. However, I was called in for a special occasion," Dr. Raam replied, with humor in his voice.

"Special occasion? What...occasion…" Jinx trailed off as she finally turned to noticed Caitlyn.

"Oh… Hey, Cait..." Jinx muttered, not really sure what to say.

"Jessie…" Caitlyn whispered. The name was foreign to her now, but felt amazing to say all the same.

They watched each other in silence, not able to find the words to say. Yet, neither cared, savoring the mere sight of each other. And they probably would have stayed that way forever, had the Doctor not coughed out, interrupting.

"Ahem. I think I'll leave you two alone for now. You both obviously have a lot to catch up on. I will be outside the door if you need me," He stated with a lighthearted chuckle, as he left the room.

Once he was gone, Caitlyn walked deeper into the room. She sat into the chair next to Jinx's bed, and gazed her love in the eyes. She had forgotten how much she loved staring into those chaotic violet eyes…

"Jessie...I...I missed you…" Caitlyn attempted.

Jinx winced. "I know...I'm sorry. I meant to come back to you sooner, but I went into that damn coma. I didn't mean to worry you guys or make you think I was dead. Sorry…"

Caitlyn lowered her eyes, starting to feel tears come out. "I...had followed the airship with my cruiser as much as possible, and I...I saw it go down. I called Vi and then looked all over the burning wreckage for you. But even with all the support Vi had brought...we couldn't find you. I...spent weeks coming back and forth between Piltover and that wreckage searching for you, and asking all over for signs of you, but...I never found you… Everyone told me to just give up, that you had died and we just hadn't find your body. And when they said that...i-it broke me. I couldn't sleep, eat, or do anything. I just searched for you relentlessly until Vi finally convinced me that you were gone. And when it kicked in...I had just... I just wished I was dead… It was hard to live in a world without you..."

Tears finally started falling down Caitlyn's face now, much to Jinx's guilt. She hated that she had left Caitlyn and the others thinking she died with Whist in that airship.

"W-what happened Jessie? Where did you go?" Caitlyn questioned, needing to know what happened.

"I...blew up Whist's airship with a remote detonated bomb, and hopped out before it blew up. But Whist managed to shoot me before I got out the window, and apparently, I passed out from my wounds before I hit the ground. Doctor Raam said that a hiker couple found me in the woods near here, and managed to get me to the hospital in time. But I...thought I would have been able to escape Whist uninjured and be able to get back to Piltover. I didn't expect him to get that shot off and actually hit me with it. I'm so sorry Cait. I feel awful that you thought I was dead, and that your life went to shit like that," Jinx apologized.

But Caitlyn didn't respond. Instead, she reached over, and pulled Jinx into a hug as best as she could without disturbing the girl's injuries. "...You don't have to apologize, Jessie. Just...promise you won't do it again. Promise me that you won't leave me again," She promised.

Jinx smiled this time. "I promise, Cait." She could say it easily, for she meant it deeply. "I will never again leave you, Caitlyn. Not like that. Well...that is if I can help it. I'm not the most fortunate person, am I?"

Caitlyn giggled, despite herself. "Heh, no...you're not. But I don't care if you are the most unlucky person on the world. You better keep that damn promise."

"Don't worry, I will," Jinx returned, laughing herself. "And hey, when have I ever let you down? I said that I'd come back alive with your hat. And here I am, alive with your hat's over there on the table."

Caitlyn released Jinx and looked up, finding her hat on the windowside table, just as Jinx said. "Well, so it is. However, I think you forgot what the meaning of come back is. You may be alive, but you sure as hell never came back."

"Hey, that's not my fault! I'm not exactly mobile right now, if you haven't noticed."

Caitlyn chuckled once more. "Yes, I have noticed, my dear. But just...make sure you follow this new promise completely, okay? I don't think I can handle thinking you dead again. These past two months have been the hardest time of my life."

"I know they have. But I promise that I'll never leave your side, Cait. I mean it. You and me, we are going to be inseparable from here on out."

"Good. I wouldn't have it any other way… I love you, Jessie." Caitlyn beamed, smiling widely at Jinx.

"I love you too, Caitlyn."

And as they pressed their lips together, they both finally felt whole again…

Author's Notes

Heh, and you guys thought she was dead.

Speaking of which, I will be releasing the alternate ending, in which she does die, some time soon. With the past couple of chapters, I was really considering making that the true ending, but I had planned Jinx to live from the very beginning of this story, and stuck with that. And besides, who doesn't like happy endings?

At any rate, this is the end of this story...but not the end of Cait and Jinx's tales. I fully intend to keep writing about them as a pairing, and will be making a drabble collection based on them, and others from Piltover, and their adventures. In addition, I will be making a successor to Broken Gears, Remembrance. It's not going to be entirely a sequel, but more of an AU of Broken Gears (i.e. same characters more or less, different plot). Oh, and I plan on making a revised version of Broken Gears, as I feel I could have done much better with earlier chapters.

So stay tuned for all of that, as once the summer hits (about a week or two), I will be working on all of them (as well as returning to my other stories).

But for now, let us not say goodbye, but see you next time…

-Infinite

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