DISCLAIMER : I DO NOT HAVE OWNERSHIP OVER ANY CHARACTERS. THEY BELONG TO RIOT.

Lord Jesus, that Caitlyn range...

Rain's Meeting

Droplets of rain fell from the night sky, showering on the City of Progress. Those in their right mind would already be under a roof, or rushing to get to one. But there are those who think of rain as a gift, and loved the contact with the cold moisture. Then there are those, who needs the rain, hoping that it would be cold enough to cleanse their minds or their past…

In an alleyway, barely lit by a streetlight, reveals the shadow of a person, a woman, crouched against the wall in a seated position. One arm was rested on a bent knee, while the other rested loosely on her side, perpendicular to the leg stretched in front of her. The rain damped pink hair loomed over her face while her head was tilted down. A spectator could mistake this woman who just went through a break-up, or just got disowned by her parents.

The truth isn't really far from the latter.

Like the two oversized lifeless gauntlets sitting next to her, looking abandoned.

Then again, that isn't really far from the truth either.

Where do I go now?

It wasn't like she expected a response from anyone, but she still brought her head down further, as if doing that would allow her to escape reality, even if only for a short while.

Clouded in her emotions, she didn't notice another shadow approaching hers. She only realized when her ears registered a heavy posh accent.

"You're part of the underground group who planned the robbery in the mine."

A few seconds passed before the pinkette scoffed.

It wasn't even a question; she's hunted right now as a vigilante. Of course everyone would know what she look like after so many people saw her punch through a solid wall of rocks with hextech gauntlets bigger than someone's head. The mine workers who stood behind her in gasped in joy, shock, and fear. Few were about to give their thanks to her, but she was already on her way to run from the police, like she did all her life.

With no place to call home.

Her head lifted, and hollow blue eyes met chocolate orbs through a thin curtain of neon pink hair.

"Are you going to arrest me, Sheriff?"

The question was asked barely above a whisper. If Caitlyn didn't see her lips move, she probably wouldn't even have heard her. She adjusted her signature rifle that was strapped on her shoulder.

"You also saved the mine workers."

Another silence, save for the rain in the background.

"I only did…" A pause. "… what I felt like I should do."

Caitlyn didn't respond immediately to that. A few seconds passed before she spoke again.

"I'm here to make you an offer."

"I'm not going to tell you anything about them." Vi shot firmly. She may be an exile now, but she's far from being a traitor. She'll rather die first than sell out her companions.

Or, ex-companions.

The Sheriff sees this, the high sense of loyalty and justice in this woman. If she wasn't a criminal, Caitlyn actually would've felt a bit proud.

"I'm offering you a seat in the police force."

The pinkette's head immediately shot up, aqua eyes wide in shock.

"Specifically, as my partner." She continued.

The blue eyes got wider, if that was even possible. It took a few moments for what she heard to register, but when everything clicked in, she threw her head back in laughter.

The merry sound filled the empty streets. Caitlyn was just staring at the sudden change of emotions. The pinkette's laughter died down soon, but raised a hand to wipe a tear [or rain?] from her eyes before speaking again in specks of chuckles.

"Hehe… Why?"

The sheriff seemed to pause and ponder for a moment to collect her words.

"I've observed you for some time. You do criminal acts, but you only carry them out to other criminals. I see that you do not have a bad heart, and this you proved when you abandoned your crew to save the workers in the minefield. You have skill and purpose. I believe you deserve a chance."

The pinkette stayed quiet for a moment, and then her grin stretched slightly.

"So, you're telling me that you want me as your partner, and then I can punch crooks out in the open without running away from you donut heads after that?"

Donut heads? If she ever calls me that, I swear I will-

"… Yes."

The woman laughed once again, nodding her head.

"I'm in."

"On one condition…" A pink eyebrow rose. "Your name."

Another short interval of silence. As the rain began to traduce, the pinkette chuckled before slowly getting up on her legs. The clouds that were obscuring the moon scattered. The switch of positions allowed the dim moonlight to reveal the facial features of the ex-criminal, although half her face was obstructed by damp pink hair. The cheek that was not covered, though, had a tattoo of a roman numeral etched on the skin. The once hollowed orbs are now brimming with life, like a purified gem of sapphire, staring straight into the chocolate brown orbs.

"The name's Vi."

Thanks for reading. Next, the blazing Summer.