Her ears ringing, Vi feels her lungs struggle to fill themselves, only to be met with dense smoke and ash. Her body aches from the aftershock.
"Vi!"
An urgent voice calls out to her. Familiar, but sounding as if underwater.
"Vi! We have to keep moving!"
Her cheek presses into the hard gravel. Vi smiles. What a cute little accent. Why can't she stay, lying on the ground, a little longer and just listen to that sweet voice. Caitlyn.
Vi's eyes burst open, all the dreamy contentedness seeping out of her. Caitlyn is rushing towards her, a small cut above her brow leaking blood across her face. She is covered in dust and scrapes but she's alive. Alive and running towards her with worry in her eyes. Vi becomes aware of the limp body under her, her sister. With a groan, she lifts herself up, Jinx isn't moving. Vi doesn't have the heart to check for damage. With Vander and Isha both gone, Vi chooses the blissful ignorance of not knowing whether or not she is holding a corpse.
Caitlyn crashes to the ground and cradles Vi's face in her hands. A gentle gloved hand wiping away dried blood and dirt.
"Are you ok? We have to get up!" She tugs at Vi's leather clad shoulders.
"I'm not leaving without her."
A flash of disdain crosses Caitlyn's face.
"Ok," she agrees, "We'll carry her together."
The air, thick with loss, as they shuffle away, Jinx's body draped between them.
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The Aftermath : A Caitvi Story
FanfictionCaitlyn remembers vividly what it felt like to have Vi's hands, open and eager, running through her hair, pulling at her waist... Caitlyn was selfish and there is probably no hope, no redemption for what she's done. But now that she's seen her aga...
