A/N:

So here's my second try on a fanfiction and it will be about Jayce – obviously – and his lore, with some tweaks. I hope you like it and be sure to follow, favourite or review!

CHAPTER 1:1

"…broadcasted all over Valoran! Now, let's move on to the weather! Cassie, how does it look today?"

What…? Oh, the radio.

"Oh hey Brad, it looks absolutely amazing today I must say! Not a single cloud—"

He groaned and reached out for the button on his end table. It responded with a small beep and the radio quieted.

"Give me todays, Claire," he said out loud and looked up into his ivory colored ceiling.

"The lady on the radio was quite correct; Piltover is going to be a very sunny city today. I suggest that you dress in something extra due to your meeting with the Sheriff at lunch as well as for tonight."

He yawned and stretched out, his elbows knocking into the headboard of his bed.

"Ah yes… when was I supposed to pick her up?"

"The appointment was at 12:30 and if you get up now, you'll be at the station at 12:38. She knows you're usually late and probably won't scold you, but I suggest that you should pick up a bouquet at Marcie's just for safety. If my memory recalls correctly, I daresay she likes lilies."

"Very amusing, Claire," he replied and slid out from the bed. "You're an artificial intelligence, you can't forget things."

"Glad you think so."

After taking a shower, he dressed into casual clothes and went to search after his sunglasses. His apartment wasn't dirty nor messy, but there were notebooks and unfinished inventions everywhere; one of them ironically for a device that could trace one's lost belongings. It took him an extra ten minutes before the malicious AI decided to help him.

"Have you checked your pockets?"

He went to grab his jacket that hung on a chair and searched his pouches.

"Found it," he answered and put back his leather jacket. "Thanks."

"You're welcome."

As he approached his front door, he was welcomed by three letters lying on the doormat. He bent down to pick them up and read from who they were addressed by. One of them was of a crazed fangirl and he quickly decided to ignore it, continuing to the next. The second was about his bills and he sighed heavily.

Wasn't the government supposed to deal with this now since I am working for them? Strange, he thought and threw it over his shoulder. I guess I'll have to make a call.

"You've approximately lost about 15 minutes trying to find your way out of the shower. Shall I message Miss Caitlyn and tell her that you won't be able to make it?"

"No, just tell her that I was slightly preoccupied this morning."

"With dreaming about her?"

"Sure, add that."

"I'll be on it immediately; anything else?"

He opened his mouth to answer when he saw the last envelope and quickly tore it up, reading the little note inside of it.

"Jayce? Are you there? I never sensed you leaving—"

"I'm here," he interrupted and rose up. "Just a bit startled. Did you know that Viktor wanted to meet me? He's telling me here that you ignored his calls."

"My program warned that his messages weren't safe and when I tracked back to his circuit, I read that the location of it was in Noxus. I won't accept anything from there, you made sure of it."

Jayce nodded thoughtfully and put the letters on his shoe-rack. He then called the AI goodbye, put on his shades and ventured out into the City of Progress – Piltover, his home. It was the most advanced and modern city-state of whole Runeterra, with an unemployment rate of just above four percent and the average lifespan of a Piltoveran was seventy-five years. Life wasn't exactly easy, but when one fought and struggled for something that the person really wanted, Piltover was a perfect place to start on and especially for inventors and scientists. The coastal city was placed upon a small mountain and surrounded by a widely-spread marsh, and the latter powered the city with its natural resources.

But that is an increasing issue, he thought as he took the stairs down to the ground level. His apartment was on the third floor but he usually didn't use the elevator. Piltover is staring to lose its lead against Zaun, but tonight I'm going to be given the potential key of solution. This could be my grand opportunity – my breakthrough – and I'll finally be recognized for my profession.

Jayce opened the door to the underground parking lot and strolled down the line of cars on both of his sides. I wonder what Viktor wants; he's not exactly someone who visits for old time's sake, though it has been a while since we met. Maybe I am wrong and he wants to meet up for once.

He finally reached the end of the basement floor and grinned, seeing his vehicle. It was a slim motorbike that he had made completely on his own. The design was easy and modern, and the frame was in a dark, blue hue with a black seat and silver details. Instead of using tires and an engine driven by Piltoveran Ecological Gas, he had installed strong anti-metal sensors that made the motorcycle hover a couple of inches above the ground, even with his and another passenger's weight. It was practical whenever he was driving in most parts of his beloved city – since almost every street was coated with a thin layer of aluminum to protect the asphalt – but whenever he came across a "normal" street, he flicked on the powerful engine he also had installed and it was drivable once again.

As he arrived at the parking outside the police station with a bouquet of strawberry-colored lilies under his arm, he was welcomed by the familiar sound of the only two women in his life and their endless arguing. It had been on the front news when the Sheriff of Piltover decided to let an ex-criminal become her partner and even though their bickering could drive him crazy at times – once they drew weapon at each other since what Caitlyn thought was "viola", was purple for Vi – he saw that they actually cared about the other and made a great team. He had been hesitant at first when Caitlyn told him about her loud copartner, afraid that Vi might hurt or betray her, but she ignored his warnings and it seemed now later that he had been wrong about thinking bad of the pink-haired woman.

"Excuse me?" He sighed when he saw that a file was hurled out of the window. "Ladies?"

"Shut up! I don't get what you problem is today! Are you on your monthly?"

"Vi, you're well aware what I'm talking about. You simply cannot throw a table on the suspect. It's meant to last a couple of weeks at least… I just ordered it!"

"Wow, he didn't want to talk! What the fuck should I've done else? He just sat there with his fucking legs on the table and rolled with his fucking disgusting eyes. He asked for it."

Jayce rounded the corner where he had come from and walked towards the entrance of Caitlyn's second home. Or technically, she spent more time here than she he did at her apartment, so this would make it her first home.

"Sometimes, Vi, you're a real pain in the arse. I hope you at least apologized to him afterwards."

"Are you cereal? Why would I lie? And I don't think he wants to see me."

"What did you do?"

"Don't sound like that, cupcake; you know I'm just doing my best."

"Vi."

Jayce entered the large building and felt the soft breeze of an air conditioner brush against his hair. He ducked under a loose panel in the ceiling of the lobby and was surprised with the emptiness of the station.

Ah, I guess that most of them are on their summer vacation, he thought and passed through hollow seats and blank tables. Typical Caitlyn; takes the responsibility for every case in Piltover alone during these two relatively calm weeks. Or well, she has Vi – and me.

His relationship with the famous Sheriff was complicated but at the same time way too simple; they… weren't exactly a normal couple to say the least. He knew that Caitlyn didn't want anything permanent since she had told him "I'm married to my job", but his emotions for her were more than just of a "friend's". Sometimes she would fall asleep in his arms and he would just close his eyes, imagining that she loved him. But he was wrong and the empty place next to him as he woke up was a constant reminder that she only saw them as mere fucking buddies.

His relationship with the infamous "Enforcer" – Caitlyn called her that; she has her fancy accent that he has no idea where it came from – was also complex but just not in the same way. At times he had thought she was interested in him but when he tried to confront her about it, she always put on her humongous gauntlets and mumbled something about "gotta get my fists working", making him back off. But as he got to know her better and better, he realized that she was a very good-hearted person who always cared for the people around her – but then it was her temper…

"…going to get sued. Do you hear that, Vi? Sued."

"Cait, don't worry, I'm relying on you to testify my innocence."

Jayce opened the door to the Sheriff of Piltover's office and knocked afterwards. Vi looked at him and gave him a friendly smile, waving her – for once – unarmed hand.

"Hey, Jayce," she greeted and rose from Caitlyn's chair. She pointed at her partner and mouthed: monthly bleeding period has initiated. Be careful.

"Oh, I didn't hear you."

Caitlyn got off her desk and glanced at him over her shoulder. Her green-blue eyes locked on the flowers he was holding and smirked.

"You didn't have to," she said but her smile indicated else. "They'll probably wither in a couple of days, but thanks. Shall we take our leave?"

"Certainly," he replied and handed her the lilies. "To the usual?"

She put the bouquet in a vase that Vi gave her and turned back to Jayce.

"To the usual," she confirmed and opened a bottle of water, pouring the last of its contents in the vase. "You drive?"

A/N.E:

I hope you like the way I'm imagining these champions and stay tuned for more! ^^