Trouble
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Summary: A night out didn't go as planned for Vi. Now she has to deal with the consequences, and especially Caitlyn's wrath. But is she as much in trouble as she actually thinks she is?
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Vi had always been a fighter. All her life, she had been fighting. From the very moment she had been created into that laboratory in the lower levels of Zaun. She was given immense strength and power, combined with incredible speed and agility. A blessing, or maybe a curse. She fought hard not to remember those days.
She had fought hard to escape hell. But even when she was free, the fight wasn't over. She still had to fight. To survive. Zaun never had a place for the weak. Only for those who were strong enough to put up a fight. Fighting was the only thing she knew. And the only thing she was ever good at, because they had infused all those chemicals in her blood system.
Vi fought for herself. For survival. Until she managed to break free off the chains of her former gang. But the fight wasn't over yet. She had to keep fighting in a new city where she wasn't welcomed. Piltover wasn't famous for its hospitality, but Vi didn't care. She was a fighter. This is what she always did.
Then she met Caitlyn. Caitlyn, who had given her entirely new reasons to fight, noble reasons, as Vi perceived them. Justice. Peace. Fight for those who cannot. Protect the innocent. Destroy a corrupted system that benefited only the rich. In her opinion, good reasons to fight.
Vi had been fighting all her life. So that was why she couldn't understand why she wasn't allowed to stand up for herself when she was provoked by the very same people she worked with. Why she wasn't allowed to put down those who didn't serve their badge, but their own selfish desires. She couldn't understand why Caitlyn had told her not to, to keep her mouth shut, and swallow her pride.
Actually, she knew. Vi wasn't stupid. There were forces in Piltover that even Caitlyn couldn't fight against. One wrong step, and Vi could end up in a dumpster. And this time Caitlyn wouldn't be able to protect her. She had asked her not to fight to keep her safe.
For someone like Vi, this was oxymoron.
Since she didn't align with this idea, why on earth was she walking home with a bruised face, a cut lip, her clothes all dirty, humiliated and with her pride stomped on? Vi couldn't tell. She knew she could easily put a fight, beat them all up, because that's what they deserved anyway, but she had held back, and their numbers quickly became overwhelming. If she was in Zaun, this hesitation would be severely punished. She would pay with her life. No room for compromises like this.
Either way, Vi was still in a lot of trouble. She had no clue how she was going to explain this to Caitlyn. The sheriff would be livid with her, that was certain. That was beyond her control at this point. The reason question was, did she have any regrets?
Absolutely not.
Her only regret was Caitlyn's disappointment.
Vi reached their apartment and searched for her keys. She tried to be quiet, in hopes that the sheriff would be asleep by now, although she didn't have a lot of expectations. More often than not, Caitlyn would stay up during those unholy hours, working on some case. Vi could only hope to manage to crush and find an explanation the next day. Although, it was highly unlikely that Caitlyn would believe any lie she'd tell her.
