Welp, due to summer time Beta readers (atleast the ones I've been using) are hard to come by. So don't hate me if I did a horrible editing job. I went against my own rule and wrote over 3k words in this chapter. I always felt after 2500 words it loses the readers interest…and it really sucks to edit. I think 1800-2300 words are the golden sweet spot of good story telling in my opinion. It took me longer to edit this story than to write it….FML…I need to finish…. I'm a fool…I'm just rambling now.

Oh yeah btw, thanks for all the reviews! Didn't realize how many people actually liked this story. Question, would anyone be interested if I actually wrote a fluffy Garen X Kat or PanthxLeona/Diana? Leave your thoughts on this chapter and my future story ideas on the reviews. Ones again sorry for the iffy editing…I am by far a better story teller (I'd like to think I'm somewhat good at telling stories) than an editor..if that makes any sense.

Shyvanna leaned against a stone wall that lead towards Jarvan's bed chamber. Less than 12 hours ago she still harbored some feelings of love and longing towards him. But since she and Garen's quick and fiery heat of the moment relationship those feelings had greatly diminished. She felt as if she was mourning her old life. Garen, was a great escape but she wasn't sure how far their relationship would go. She was very tempted to make whatever she and Garen had work, but she knew there were many things against them. For starters he had just been tossed aside by the one he loved just as Jarvan had done to her. So for all she knew Garen could just be using her to get over Katarina and had no real emotional attachment towards her.

She had never had a permanent home; her mother had been killed by overly superstitious villager when they spotted her. She and her father had been on the run since she was a young girl trying to escape the prosecution of a celestial dragon. It was all her fault, her birth had caused both her parent's to be murdered. She was always an outsider an abomination to both man and dragon alike a half breed. The one man who had finally accepted her, saved her from the dragon and she had given everything to him had tossed her aside for Quinn. Garen, the only other man who she had ever been with, lessened the pain and betrayal caused by Jarvan. Yet she couldn't expect him to betray his best friend, she knew Jarvan's tenacity and she would leave Demacia and become a wonderer before ever becoming Jarvan's courtesan (mistress), yet she would no longer be anyone's secret (first Jarvan's now Garen's). She would bide her time and make a schism between herself and Demacia.

…..

Janelle, slowly poured some hot coffee from a kettle into a military issued metallic tankard. Even out of the field and in the capitol city military coffee was still shit, her hand shook nervously as she poured the second cup.

Why am I so nervous? She's just a woman like me….some girl talk can't hurt can't it?

"here" Janelle, pushed the cup of coffee towards Shyvanna, she said it almost in a whisper.

Shyvanna gave her a startled look, obviously nervous.

She's going to turn into a big dragon and scorch me alive!

Before Shyvanna could ask or do anything Janelle, leaned on the wall next to her.

"Look, we've never talked and you probably don't care who I am or what I do here." Janelle took a sip of her coffee carefully thinking ever word before she spoke.

"But I kept my promise to Captain. Crownguard. I just want you to know I think it's extremely romantic how you two are fighting the system. Him being your superior commander and all…wish I had the guts to do it."

A look a relief filled Shyvanna's face as she realized that Janelle only knew about her and Garen, and not Jarvan. That would only complicate things much more.

"Thank you for your privacy and for speaking with me about it, it would've made me very uncomfortable not knowing…the outcome." Shyvanna, spoke without looking at Janelle and sipped her coffee.

"No, worries! I mean, I've seen you around the barracks and the palace and you're only ever really with either Captain Crownguard of Prince Lightshield so…maybe if you know need a female friend…." Her shy invitation was cut off by Shyvanna.

"If you want someone to gossip with, I'd advise you to find another female. I'm assuming you want someone to talk to, regarding why your commanding officer looks at you with too much familiarity, like he is undressing you, I'm not the gossiping type." Shyvanna spoke without any emotional regards towards her statement.

"You mean Jantz?! He and I are…uhm…nothing ever happened...look I was just being friendly and Jantz looks at me more than just for my body!" Janelle gasped and covered her mouth and proceeded to walk away.

Shyvanna, placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Look, I haven't really been around too many humans...er people all my life. You could say I have poor social skill. I'm awkward around men and much more so around woman. I never…really had any female friends, maybe you could teach me a thing or two."

Janelle turned around and she had a smile on her face, yet the small trickle of tears disappeared. Obviously hurt by Shyvanna's words but her apology made her happy.

"Oh great, I can teach you how to do your makeup and hair! I didn't want to say anything earlier but you don't know how to accentuate or use the right color schemes! Also, who does your hair? I've never seen split ends!"

"Gee, Thanks.." She gave Janelle a fake frown.

"No need to thank me. By the time I'm done with you, that Dew..Kah-teeehau ( Janelle struggled pronouncing Du Couteau) gal, will have nothing on you."

"What?" Shyvanna asked cocking her head the side in confusion.

…

"I just worried about him, he hasn't been the same for a few months now." Lux lamented as she took another sip of some brandy.

"I don't usually drink but it really helps me loosen up. You probably don't want to sit here and hear me complain about my older brother. Thanks you for listening."

"No problem at all." Fiora, joined her in drinking as she took a sip of wine.

"Since you've had quite a bit to drink I take it you are staying here for the night?"

"Yeah, some friends and I chipped in and got our self a room here. It's expensive but worth it, plus dropping my brother's name helped get us a reservation." Lux smiled mischievously.

"well…speaking of your brother is anyone home to make sure he is doing fine?"

Lux closed her eyes, the alcohol slowing her train of thought.

"No my parents are out at the Lightshield estate, celebrating with the King and the Queen."

"Well, since you'll be staying here tonight. It's kind of late but, you know I can do you a favor and check up on him for you. I…could bring him some food or something…." Fiora, spoke her hands nervously fidgeting slowly tearing and destroying a paper drink napkin.

"I don't know…Fi, (Lux's nick name for her) I don't want you to give your hopes up and get hurt."

"What are you talking about, I see your brother as just a friend nothing else!" Fiora was glad Lux kept her eyes closed and head tilted back. So her blush wasn't obvious.

"Puhlease , is that why you still keep that birthday card he gave you when you were a sophomore or that corsage he gave you when escorted you to the academy end of year dance. Thing is all brown and shriveled up."

"Shhh! Could you speak any louder!?"

Lux reached in her hand purse and handed her their house key. In between giggles she spoke.

"Here, Fi. Just make sure to bite the pillow don't want to wake the neighbors."

"Lux! Shut! UP!" Fiora couldn't help but laugh, Lux had that effect on her.

One of Lux's friends came and tapped her on the shoulder letting her know they were ready to head upstairs to their hotel suite.

"Just make sure he is okay he has been a grumpy, dopey, recluse for the last couple of months and with so many Noxians here in the capitol I'd hate for something bad to happen to him."

Lux failed to mention the only Noxian that worried her was Katarina and her interest in Garen.

"No worries I'll take care of him…I mean check up on him….bye!" Fiora, stood up bowed and walked away.

Lux chuckled and smiled at Fiora's constant formalities.

…..

Although Fiora was almost three years older than her, Lux treated her like a younger sister. She first met Fiora in the girls bathroom, after the third day of failing to ignore the cries and sobs coming from a stall Lux finally knocked on the door and asked if she was okay.

She had learned the burden Fiora had placed on herself to restore her families name and honor. How her father had shamed their family and made their name a pun amongst the social elite. Fiora, did her best to exude elegance and hopefully bring her families name back into a favorable light among Demacia's socialites. But it was all a show, the other girls at the academy taunted her they ganged up on her and made fun of her accent (French sounding), called her an "up tight bitch". All the boys avoided her, as she was always competitive and refused to play a damsel in distress or hold back in a duel to avoid hurting their ego.

Fiora, was lonely and sad her haughty attitude made her an easy target for ridicule and other students refused to befriend her. That was until one day when Lux, knocked on the bathroom stall. The young blond girl with baby blue eyes whispered oh so innocently.

"Hello…in there are you okay?" then giggled when someone a couple stalls over passed gas loudly.

From that day Lux's bright smile and addicting giggles made Fiora laugh and smile. Lux had notice from the first day Fiora was invited over for dinner how Fiora had not been able to take her eyes of off her brother. Every time Garen would even glance in her direction Fiora would quickly look down and play with her food. But no matter how hard Fiora tried Garen never saw her as more than one of Lux's little nosey friends.

….

Garen had just polished off the bottle of Rye. He walked into his room and grabbed a bottle of corn whiskey. He noticed in the few months since hearing about Katarina's engagement he had locked himself away in his room more often and drank a lot more than usual. He would force himself to train hard each morning, sweating away the alcohol and pushing the hang over away. But in his free time he would return to reading, drinking, and crying alone in his dimly light room. He knew that he would have to kick this habit or end up like many washed up officers, yet the alcohol had become his sleep aid.

He found himself once again sitting in his large patio like balcony with a new bottle in hand. He took a long swig, and clumsily lit a cigarette and placed the cigarette container and lighter on the table next to him. He took a long pull of it the nicotine mixed with the alcohol in his blood system instantly making him light headed and drunker than he already was.

At 32 is this isn't where I thought I'd be. Alone without a family or kids…drunk while everyone around me is getting married.

He took another long pull of the cigarette which reminded him of another newly acquired bad habit he would have to kick.

Ugh…I need to stop this pity party…Garen, you're better than this.

He had found quick happiness as soon as Shyvanna had embraced him. He had missed that physical and emotional bond that he had shared with Katarina. He was very glad and fortunate to had found Shyvanna when he was at his lowest. He was drowning in self-pity and she became a life saver keeping him from falling deeper. He had grasped on for hope until he saw it with his own eyes Katarina and her new fiancé Darius arms inter locked walking down the aisle towards the newlyweds as if taunting him with a premonition.

He was hoping to spend tonight with Shyvanna, but he knew Jarvan would do anything in his power to keep her for himself, even convince her to become his courtesan. He knew Shyvanna was extremely loyal and would never go for any such arrangement, or so he hoped. He covered his hands over his eyes rubbing them his eyes sore from lack of sleep, he could feel stubble on his chin and jaw rubbing his palms. He took a deep breath, trying to relax himself with his eyes closed the tips of his fingers slowly rubbing small circles over his eye lids.

The sound of soft footsteps behind him interrupted his moment. He placed both his hands in front of him grasping at the balcony as he over looked the busy city streets.

He didn't bother to turn and see who was the uninvited guest.
A Noxian assassin, here to stab me in the back?

By this point he would have welcomed to be put out of his misery.

"I didn't see you at the after party…"

He immediately recognized Katarina's voice.

It was a Noxian assassin…the one who had back stabbed me. He thought ironically.

"There was nothing there I wanted to see." He reached up taking one last pull of his cigarette and flicking it into the street.

He turned around, to walk and escape this current conversation. He looked straight to straight forward at the French door that separated his balcony and room.

Katarina quickly stepped in front of him cutting him off.

She placed a hand on his chest and wrapped him arms around his frame reaching around as far as she could.

"Garen, please let me at least talk with you. I've missed you."

Garen's breathing had deepened as she started slowly kissing the palm of his hand up his arms shoulder and neck. As soon as stood on her tip toes to kiss his jaw then as she neared his lips he quickly turned his face away from her, denying her.

"No! You're engaged!" he tried to sound angry but failed his voice sounding defeated.

As strong as his feelings were for her the thought of her and Darius together had tainted her in his eyes.

"I was enamored by you. Kat you were ones the apple of my eye but now you and him…together I'm filled with nothing but disgust towards you."

He put his large palm on her chest and slowly but forcefully pushed her aside. He was surprised how he had been able to keep his cool, he was afraid the alcohol would betray him and show his emotions.

"Come on angel…we can still have some fun." Kat said licking her lips ignoring his accusation of infidelity.

She had coined his nick name "Angel" due to Garen's constant do good, nice guy persona.

Yes, she had agreed to marry Darius but she knew better than to sleep with him just yet. The marriage was more contractual than love.

"Don't ever call me that again and never come back here again. You've made your choice Kat, it's time we part ways." The entire time unable to look at her, he could feel his voice cracking with emotion.

Please just leave, I can't do this right now….just leave.

She knew how to get to him after so many years she knew how to push his buttons and make him weak at the knees.

"Angel…come one. Just one last time, don't make me beg…unless you want me to." She followed behind him using her most seductive voice.

She wanted nothing more than to be held in his arms and hear words of love and how much she meant to him. Words that once she had taken for granted.

Before Garen could reached for the door, Katarina placed her hand on his shoulder to stop him. Something inside Garen flipped and suddenly Kat found her-self being held up against a wall by her shirt collar. Pressed up against a wall face to face with Garen. He spoke with hot angry tears from his eyes.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Kat? What fucking world do you live in?! Barely three months ago I found out that you've lied to me and decided to marry Darius and today I see you walking hand in hand with him. You know how fucking insulting that is?! But now I'm supposed to act like nothing happened and invite you into my bed?"

She felt herself being lowered to the ground as Garen was getting his point across.

"I would've done anything for you Kat! I loved you more than I loved myself..but now I know it was only one sided" his angry tears almost turned into a sob. He used the heel of his palm to wipe tears from the side of his eyes.

Kat, reached up to cup his face to comfort him and tell to apologies profusely about how much of a mistake she had made. How now she realized how much he meant to her. But before she could speak he slapped her hands away from his face.

"Since I was a kid, my entire life has been planned for me. Everything was out of my control from what I ate, what I studied, who I was allowed to be friends with even to whom my parents planned to make my bride. Being with you was the only thing that made me feel like I had any control over. But now I know I was wrong, I could tell how uncertain you looked every time I told you how much I loved you and spoke of a future together, but I just hoped that if I showed you enough love if I said it enough, you would one day feel the same. I'm stupid forever thinking you actually loved me Kat.." By now tears had rolled down his cheeks and onto her face below.

"But Angel…I do lov…."

Before the words escaped her mouth she was cut off by Garen's right fist punching the wall next just above her head. The sound of rocks and bone cracking made her cringe and as tears started swelling from her eyes. Not of fear but the realization of the emotional turmoil she had put him through.

"Five years Kat….i'll never get back. Go to home to your fiancée I don't need you two laughing behind my back any longer."

He opened the door and ignored her pleas.

"Garen stop! Your just drunk! You don't mean it will talk about this when your not angry…! Garen!..Angel please!" Kat found herself on her knees crying, pleading for him to stop. But before Garen closed his balcony door he spoke over his shoulder "I don't love you any more". The only sounds were of metal sliding as he locked his balcony door and he disappeared behind some curtains.

She was sure it was a lie it had to be but she found herself sobbing and cursing his name as she climbed away to the adjoining houses.

She turned and looked at his bedroom/patio door. Wiping tears away rehearsing her apology to him in the morning. She had hoped he would be understanding welcome her in and the both of them could work out some arrangement. Not until seeing him again in person did she realize how badly she needed him, she dreaded the thought of having a loveless life with Darius. She hated how Garen had changed her mind many years ago.

"Love is not weak!" she said loudly pounding her fist against a chimney.

She was quickly distracted by the sound of a woman whistling in the distance. She approached the Crownguard's home, skipping happily like a woman in love with what appeared to be bags filled with food, she could see a long baguette sticking out a foot or so from one of the bags. Kat, crouched hoping to avoid being spotted as the moon light shone down on her. She held her breath as the woman approached the house…

Please keep going, don't stop there…please

Fear rose up from deep inside her, was she that quickly replaced by him? Something between a mix of anger and jealousy filled her to the core. When the woman stood under the door light her silhouette was tall slim and athletic. She was too tall to be his younger sister, she noticed how the stranger used a key to get inside. She gave a sigh of relief assuming it must be a family member or one of the servants. She waited a minute or so before leaving and just as she turned to do so. A lamp was lit in Garen's room, the woman's silhouette could be seen walking around his room, removing articles of clothing and standing over Garen laying body. Before she could see any more the light was blow out and everything went dark.

Kat grabbed a nearby ornate weathercock and started pulling at it bending it and eventually throwing it over the side of the roof in a rage. The sound of metal tumbling did nothing to interrupt anyone's sleep as it was drowned out by rowdy crowds celebrating a few streets over.

"You son of a bitch! It's not over!" She shouted into the Demacian night while pointing in the direction of Garen's bedroom. Tears and ruined make were her only traveling companions as she headed back to her hotel room. Only thoughts she had were of rage fueled jealousy and denial that her and Garen were over.

I have a really bad habit of adding characters I.E Fiora, but it adds more life to the story (I like to think so). I apologize if Garen's dialogue wasn't up to par, I tried to think what I would of said and acted had it happened to me kept my cool while drunk but not been able to handle it…oh wait…I have been in those exact same situation. To all those under 21 readers, woman, emotions and alcohol don't mix .