Once Lost is Again Found: Rio's Tale Reborn

by Adv1d_F1C_Read3r

Summary:

After the events of Season 2, Rio is saved from Singed's horrid experiments by Kindred. Finally at peace, Rio's soul can't help but wonder what has become of her only friend, Viktor. Yet in a turn of events, Kindred, in a moment of unusual, rare kindness, allows Rio to be reborn. Waking up in a new timeline, Rio lives her new life and soon finds her lost friend. Reunited after the events of the Rune Explosion. this work is a collection of those moments.

Notes:

Hello!! This is my first fanfiction EVER so do please be kind to me. This is just an idea I wanted to share, so do please feel free to point out any possible errors and even suggestions for the fic going forward. Please enjoy!!!

Also, this is mostly told from Rio's perspective, but it will jump around from time to time. And CAUTION, this might end up covering some heavy stuff, so tread carefully.

Chapter 1: Prologue

Pain had become a familiar feeling. Days blurred together as the pain was a constant feeling for me now. How long has it been now? Since those early days? I barely remember those days at the beginning of my poor life. At first, life was simple. Despite the harsh world I came into, it was never as bad as it got. The waters of the place I was hatched were not the cleanest, and food not plentiful, but at the time I considered myself lucky to live. Then to have been found by…. that man.

He was strange, yet kind at first. Giving me a home, food, and a name. His home a space in an abandoned cave, filled with strange things that bubbled, chirped and steamed. Other creatures from above the water’s surface all kept for seemingly the same strange thing as me. To save a little being like him, though unfortunately very sick and dying. Such a poor and sweet thing, whose name inspired my own. He claimed himself a Doctor and needed my help to cure her. I didn’t fully understand then……though I wish I did, then maybe this pain would never have come to pass. As time passed and I grew, cared and guided by that man, I too began to feel the effects of this poor place. He said that he could help, and back then I trusted and believed in him. That’s when the tests began, poking and prodding, yet hope started to slightly fade as I only seemed to get worse. All the test, all the potential cures, all seemed futile for not only me, but the poor sick girl He also tried to save. Things continued this way, slow…. soft… and then the day I could never forget.

That day was like any other in this place during the warmest season. The sound of other small ones in the distance laughing excitedly. Great splashing sounds as they dipped in the dirty waters for relief from the heat. I remember it well despite how muffled they were in the cove the Doctor and I called home. It seemed like any other day, getting a chance for some cool myself. I had grown quite large then, larger than the Doctor. It was this day that I met a new person, someone who I could never forget. It started with a small object drifting down the current. I had seen the Doctor’s machines before, yet this little thing was similar yet not. Made from scraps and gears, it gently floated to the rocks the Doctor and I had been resting, clicking softly as it came to a stop by the Doctor’s side. As he picked it up to inspect it, I too found the little thing quite fascinating. I circled around him to get a better look from a new angle……… when I sensed something. An unfamiliar presence. I raised my tail in defense toward where the intruder was coming from, only for the Doctor to gently call out.

“Don’t be afraid……. You built this?”

As the “guest” came into view, I chirped inquisitively. It was a Young One, like the others I had heard earlier, yet much quieter. Softer than expected. The Doctor didn’t seem to think them a threat, so I lowered my guard. As he asked my echoing question of why the Young One was here, not playing with others like them, they stepped into view among the glowing plants around us. They had a third leg, of sorts, that supported them as they hobbled forward. Something in me softened at the sight. The poor boy had a bad leg and thus was slower than others like him. I became curious about him.

“What is it?”

“Hmm? Oh, this is Rio.”

As I called in greeting, the Doctor stood and pulled one of the tasty plants that grew here from his pocket. He held it out to the boy, inviting him closer. And closer he came. His small reed-like frame carefully hobbled over the stone path toward us. His gold eyes both curious yet cautious in his approach glance up and down my form from under his dark locks. Wondering if it was truly safe. I continued to chirp at him, excited for the treat to receive but also in encouragement. Don’t be scared of me, I won’t bite. The boy approached, was handed the plant, and with that curious yet cautious look, held his hand out. It was then I was able to get a better look at him. The precious thing was a kind soul, full of a burning I had not quite seen, yet shown bright in his star gold eyes as our gazes finally met. Thank you, my sweet boy. And with that churr of thanks, I gently licked the tasty prize from his small hand. He giggled at that; slightly ticklish it seemed. I would treasure that sound in the days to come. Yes, I had claimed this child in my heart.  A new friend to take comfort in in my twilight days, feeling them now as I settled to digest, sleepy as the Doctor softly stroked my back. Explaining my condition to the boy.

“She’s dying. I’m attempting to prevent that. The mutation must survive.”

“…Can I help??”

“You want to assist me?”

The boy shrugged in agreement.

“Very well. We can be loners together.”

With that, the Doctor handed the boy his toy back and accepted him in with us. Those days forward…...would be the best and happiest I would ever know…

The boy’s name was Viktor.

He would sneak his way down here to “help” the Doctor from time to time. And each time, I would be overjoyed to see him. He would help feed me, care for me after many long and sometimes painful tests and sometimes allow me to cuddle and rest with him. As the months passed, our friendship grew. He would talk about his thoughts, his dreams, even share his designs and other wonderous things he built by hand himself. Other times, when the pain of his frail body was too much, or he was hurt and alone, ostracized by others around him, I would be there. The safe place to cry his tears and hold him close to myself. It’s okay, My Boy. It will be okay again soon. Such happy times……. if only I knew what would happen next.

One day, when My Boy had not come for some time, it began to happen. While I worried about seeing My Boy again, my twilight began approaching faster. And the Doctor, once kind, turned cruel. The experiments became more painful, the poking became cutting, the prodding a searing stabbing into my sensitive flesh. It soon became too painful to move. Too Painful to breath. Yet the Doctor didn’t stop. Not when I cried, not when I screamed and begged for it to stop. To let me die and be released. It hurts. It hurts! It hURTS!!! IT HURTS!!! PLEASE!! IT HURTS!! PLEASE STOP!!! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!?! Yet my cries for release fell on now deaf ears as the Doctor kept his cruelty going, eventually sticking strange metallic tubes into me. Repeating the same thing over and over. The Mutation Must Survive. I was hurt and confused, laying on the cold ground in a puddle of my glowing fluids. I couldn’t understand. Why? Why must I suffer like this? Why am I not allowed to die?? The questions rolled in my pain filled mind over and over again, when I heard it. The familiar clack-step of My Boy approaching. My Boy??? My Boy is back?? As the door opened, there Viktor stood. A basket of those now accursed plants in his grip. That fell to the floor…. upon seeing each other again. His face fell into horror. His frightened eyes flicking about me as he took in my horrible state. Yet at that moment, I only cared about one thing. I wanted to go to him, to feel his kind hands upon me, to hear his gentle voice. I called for him as I struggled on my spot on the floor, coughing up ickor as I weakly called out to him. Trying to reach for him

My Boy! My Boy is back. Please…. help me. Save me from this. I need you….

Viktor fell to the ground and held my head close. Through the pain I felt his warmth. His tears fell upon my face as he gently shushed me. Tried to comfort me, and for a moment, I felt at peace. I finally got to see him again. He’ll know what to do, surely. But then, the Doctor appeared.

“Rio will live.”

My Boy whirled around to face him, anger and confusion in his voice as he questioned my tormentor.

“You did this?!?!?”

“I thought you understood. The mutation MUST survive.”

Suddenly, My Boy was no longer holding me. And in his hurt and anger, began to leave for the door. Stomping over his basket in haste to leave.

Wait…. Where are you going?? Don’t go! Please! COME BACK!!

DON’T LEAVE ME, PLEASE!!!

 VIKTOR?!?!?

And then……he was gone…. He left me to this fate. I couldn’t understand. He was hurt, but left me again to this place? Why? The Doctor petted me in a false form of comfort, but all I could think about was how sad My Boy was as his clack-steps faded away, leaving with the last bit of hope in my heart with him. I would never see him again after that.

……. Or so I thought….

Pain gave way to numbness. While flashes of feeling it came, they faded back to numbness once again. I could no longer feel anything like before. I continued to grow larger under that man’s hands, and soon, trapped as one of his many gained test subjects. From my blood and body, a strange purple fluid was made. The next step in his quest to stop death. Yet as I changed, so too did he. Scars now covered his face, a cloth a permanent fixture upon his jaws. His horrid tests and experiments growing as well, what was once just animals now grew into others like him joining his collection. Beasts of animals and humans fused together. Bits and pieces of once living things scattered in his ever-growing collection of nightmares. Yet, as he used the dead, I continued to ‘live’. As I spent my days fading in and out of awareness, I prayed to Kindred to release me from this. To finally let me move on. Yet those prayers would continue to go unheard for many years as He continued to keep me alive in this…... rotting vessel that I was chained to. I was trapped…… forbidden to die…… yet when I came to consciousness sometime again…I thought I heard something. Something familiar, despite the glass muffling it.

Clack-Step

Clack-Step

Clack-Step

“…...I understand now.”

Could it be? Was that…… Viktor? As the figure stepped closer, I faintly felt myself shed a genuine tear. It was him. It was My Boy! After all these years, he had returned to this place. He had changed over the years. Growing taller, more mature. Yet, as he came closer, taking to the Doctor, something felt off. Why did he come back? Why is he here? He looks so…… sickly. As he gazed at himself in the reflection on my glass prison, I soon realized what was wrong. He coughed hard. Small drops of red glinted in the low light. The horrible dark spots under his once glowing eyes. His even paler skin and sunken cheeks. My Boy…… was dying.

Oh, My sweet Boy. What has become of you??

A glint of purple shined in the dark behind him, and to my inner horror, the Doctor handed him a vial of that terrible glowing fluid.

No. NO!! Please, don’t take it!! My dear Boy! It will destroy you!!

I begged him not to take it, but like before, my prayers for him went unheard. The Doctor said something to him before handing over the vial. A warning of sorts. But as Viktor gazed at the glowing vial, the false promises it held, he succumbed to the temptation.

“Jayce will understand.”

“Perhaps.”

And with that, I once again could do nothing. Except watch him go, leaving this place and me behind. Now with that horrid concoction tucked into his cane-turned-crutch. As I watched him leave again my last wish for him as I faded back into the void of unconsciousness, was that he be safe. That hopefully, once this nightmare was over…. That we could meet again in the next life. However long it may take….

 

Something is changing. There is a faint buzz in the air around me. The Doctor has disappeared for a time and has barely left his Little One’s side these days. He did what he promised he would do. She is alive once more, yet she is changed. No longer soft skin but something…… other. Hard like opalescent metal. Silver eyes and gold lining. Her body a white carapace, unfeeling. Yet, the Doctor doesn’t care. His eyes have become soft once more. No longer caring about the rot of death that surrounds him, his focus solely on her. So much so, that he’s neglected monitoring my vitals. This is it. I’m finally allowed to pass. To leave this rotting vessel behind. The world begins to fade to darkness. The void of death has finally come for me, and I go to it willingly. The glowing forms of Kindred are there to greet me. The gentle Lamb and fierce Wolf have their gazes upon me.

“Are you ready, Poor Child?”

I am.

I turn my sights to Lamb. The silent question answered. They draw their bow……and fires. Lamb’s gentle mercy upon me, and my soul falls into their embrace. As I am carried from this awful place, I feel at peace for the first time in so long. As I am carried away, free of pain, I begin to wonder. What’s next? Where will I go now? Where….is Viktor now? Is he safe? Happy? I suppose it is the one thing I will never know. My one regret, which can’t be changed…...

“What troubles you so?”

I just wonder……What happened to My Boy……I regret not being able to see him anymore. Not knowing if he’s alright.

“Ahhhh, the One who escaped us! The Foolish thing!!” Snared Wolf. “He was within our grasp, until he was ripped back by another. Then escaped our reach entirely.”

“Played with forces they should not have.” Replied Lamb “Yet fought so fiercely, he earned his life anew…...For now.”

So…. He was alright? But that means…... I’ll never see him again….

 

The Kindred shared a look between them. A silent conversation between them only they could hear and understand. While the end of one’s life was inevitable, they were torn upon the life of this poor creature. Their life was taken from them. Used and stripped of their joys and gifts, leaving a sorrowful and empty existence behind. A life left unfulfilled because of another’s blatant disrespect for them. And as they carried this soul across the void of death, a strained yet understood agreement came between them. This life was not truly ready to be collected. Thus, with this agreement made, Wolf and Lamb carried Rio to a new place. A similar world, but a different time. Rio continued to sleep and was unaware of the glowing warmth of a new life bestowed upon her. As the warmth of Life’s Light enveloped her, she heard Wolf and Lamb speak once more.

 

“You said you were ready, but you were not truly.”

“Our hunt shall continue a while more.”

“So live to the fullest now, as you should have before.”

In a quiet river valley, a baby Waverider awakens, and the cycle begins anew……

Chapter 2: New Beginnings

Summary:

A glance at Rio's new life, and an encounter with someone familiar.

Shorter chapter, but it's the best I can do right now. Find me on Twitter at @KEP_arts9716

The sun rose high in the sky over the valley. It’s warm rays glistening off of the rivers like jewels as they snaked across the emerald meadows and rolling hills. Flowers and butterflies flitting and swayed in the gentle mountain breeze as clouds built behind the blue-purple mountains in the distance. Bees buzzed and the rivers bubbled. The forest was filled with the sounds of bird songs and the rustling of critters in the undergrowth. It was a peaceful place. Quiet, serene, far from seemingly any kind of civilization. It was in this forest, in a small and hidden grove, a calm pond could be found. Its surface dotted with lilies, reeds and stones lined its boarders, and a small waterfall fed from the nearby streams cloaked by the branches of an aged weeping willow fell and frothed. It was in this place that Rio found herself, after awakening from Kindred’s embrace.

 

Rio had been in this place for some time now. At least…...8 or 10 seasons? After the horrors she suffered in the past, it was hard to track the changing of days anymore. Not that it seemed to matter in this place anymore. Nor did she seem to mind. This was more than she could have dreamed of then. Clean water, plentiful food, a much different start from her past. She has spent most of her days enjoying this freedom, savoring the feel of the sun on her skin while sunbathing or the taste of the water and food she catches. Stargazing at night through the canopy of the trees when phantoms of the old life kept her up, or the gentle rocking of the falls as she slept. While at first, her fears that this was a dream provided by Kindred, or that she’d wake up back in that awful lab, they soon slowly started to fade, and she began to fear the past less. Not completely, just a little less. Nothing could fully heal the wounds of that past, the scars would eventually heal and fade. Not that there weren’t reminders. Her body, once a soft pink with purples, had changed after her rebirth. Now a more snow white, with hints of the pinks and purples she used to wear. The gentle blue of her fins retreated to the soft undertone of the white, in its place a starlit gold took over. Running along the edges of her back and face. It was strange at first but soon became a welcome change. Also returning to her smaller size.

Was it because of the Lamb’s gentle touch?

Questions like this and others rolled in her mind some time after, along with the words Kindred parted with her. While confused by this strange kindness, she chose to not take this gift for granted. Living her life now as she should have. Though…... after a short time, she did begin to feel a familiar feeling. Loneliness. She returned and arrived alone….and couldn’t help but think of her old friend. If he truly was okay. If he…. was still even alive now. Her musings where interrupted by the sound of a distant rumble. The breeze began to change, both in speed and temperature. What was once a pleasant cool suddenly began to become a chill. A drop landed upon her muzzle, causing her to glance skyward as more drops disrupted the calm of the pond’s surface. Clouds once white and sky blue began to take on a darker color. And as the winds pick up speed, rustling the branches above, Rio retreated from her favorite sunbathing rock into the waters below. A storm was approaching, and she had to take shelter. This was just one of the many new dangers she’d had to learn to survive. While peaceful, this new place still had its dangers. Storms that rile rivers to wash out burrows. Larger creatures hunting her as a potential meal if she strayed to far from the willow’s safety. Her only sanctuary was a small cave beneath the willow’s roots. Tucked safely into the bank side, a small pocket of air was her den. Her home. A soft nest of river plants and grass welcomed her as the storm began to rage outside, illuminated by glowing mushrooms that (thankfully) were not a danger to her.

As she settled down to wait out the storm, listening to the winds and the rain, her thoughts once again turned to her dear Boy. He was so sickly when I last saw him. Barely able to stand, coughing blood…. but Wolf said that he escaped them. Did he really survive? Her eyes started to drift shut. Once they closed, she started to dream. Dreams of her little boy, the soft memories of their times together. His gentle voice and soft touch. His star gold eyes alight with his dreams, a gap-toothed smile on his face. The weight of his thin body curled into her side for comfort.

 

My sweet Boy…. I miss you……I want to see you......

 

The storm raged through the night. Thunderclaps startling Rio from fitful dreams that leave her shaken. Dreams of her Boy twisting into the horrors that plagued her once he leaves. Calling out only to be ignored, sometimes ending with him vanishing into dust before her. The scars remain, but she knows they will fade. She is awoken finally by gentle sunlight streaming through a knotted hole in the willow’s roots, birds chirping in the rain clean air. Rio is content to lay a few moments more, before hunger calls for her to leave and find food. Stretching herself, she approaches the water’s edge. Taking a few sips before diving in. Once out of the tangle of roots that hung into the water’s edge, she began her hunting mode. Staking the small fish and insects that lived in her pond. Having learned that ambushing them from the cover of the bank was a smarter tactic than simply chasing them down. A tactic learned the hard way, as she was spoiled in the first life, not needing to hunt when food was given. If this fails, she also knows to dig along the sandy bottom for any tasty morsels of sunken seeds or fruit hiding among the rocks and plants. Once her stomach is satisfied, she began to take stalk of how the pond changed after this storm. Circling the pond, Rio notes that there had where quite a few new branches at the bottom. This last storm was quite intense she thought. It had been a while since a storm like this blew through at the start of the warmer months. The waters themselves were slightly murky as well. Thankfully, they weren’t too murky this time, and it was then decided that she would clean and collect what she could find for her nest. Storms like these also caused the streams to rise, washing rounded and shiny stones down into the pools downstream. The shine of these, as well as shells, were treasures for her. Bringing a small joy to her quiet life, reminding her of her Boy and his love for collecting shiny gears and parts for his creations. Once satisfied with her work, a spot of sunbathing on her favorite rock was in order. Wanting to take advantage of the morning rays before it became unbearable come afternoons.

Yet, as she swam forward, she suddenly sensed something. Something strange. Something……... familiar? She rose to the surface to hear what was coming. The fins on her head flicked about, trying to locate where the presence was coming from. That’s when it got clearer. The sound of someone…or something…approaching slowly. It wasn’t strange for people to sometimes pass through this place as they traveled. Sometimes resting at the pond’s edge to rest and regain themselves. Taking in the sights and the animals. Sometimes, they seemed harmless. Other times, they brandished weapons, searching for prey to catch. Rio always avoided them all. Yet the cadence and rhythm of the steps….it was a pattern she knew. But it couldn’t be……could it?

Tap-Thump

Tap-Thump

Tap-Thump

As much as Rio wished to hope, she couldn’t take chances. If she was a rarity that was desired in the Past, then she was even more so now. Quickly, she ducked below and swam quickly to the shadows of the willow, her form chopped from above the water by the falls making her silhouette blurred and indistinguishable under the bank’s edge. As the stranger got closer, she drifted to the bottom, keeping perfectly still as she hid. Once they reached the pond’s edge, the stranger stopped before gently settling down, seating themselves against the willow’s trunk. Rio cautiously inched closer to the edge of her hiding spot, just to get a better look at who had entered her territory. The stranger was hooded; a blue and red cloak wrapped around his shoulders. Tattered at the ends. His clothes, bagging slightly, were held together with a series of thin belts and wraps decorated with small buckles or the occasional blue stone. Under his clothes was a thin, willowed frame. His right leg encased in a crudely made brace yet served its purpose well enough. In their hands was what appeared to be a book of some kind. The stranger having pulled it from the bag that now rests near them and was writing something within. This caught Rio’s attention, but more so than that, was the spiraled staff that rested next to them. She had seen something similar before. Its familiarity draws her just slightly closer. Yet she still didn’t reveal herself. Not yet. After a long moment, the stranger stopped their writing. Placing the book back in the satchel. As they turned, Rio caught the sight of long brown locks. Their ends tipped in a golden blond hue.

Could it……Truly be???

The stranger then flipped their hood off, allowing their hair to flutter in the breeze, and revealing their face to their unknown observer.

My Boy.

It was him! It was Viktor! His face was the same as she had last seen, if fuller and now covered in a faint iridescence along his cheeks. A thin line running the middle of his face. His hair longer, just gently brushing his shoulders, some tied behind his head. His eyes though, she knew those eyes. Though slightly dulled, they still were that same star gold she remembered. The ones she would dream about. She could barely believe it. IT’S YOU! IT’S REALY YOU! I FOUND YOU AGAIN! While hope flared in her heart, she still held an air of caution. Even if this was her Boy, she couldn’t be sure…if he still remembered her. If he would even recognize her. They’ve both changed to much, yet she dared to hope. Cautiously, Rio drifted from her hiding place. Staying in the shadows as she surfaced, inching closer to his side behind her sunbathing spot. He seemed lost in thought, his gaze turned to the far side of the pond and still unaware of her approach. As she crept closer, she dared to reveal herself. She let out a small, cautious chur. Barely louder than the babbling of the falls behind her, but it seemed to catch Viktor’s attention. She called again...

Viktor?

Viktor jolted slightly, turning his head about to find the where the sound came from. Eventually, a glint of white, pink, and gold flashed in the corner of his eye. He turned, glanced about, before his sight landed on a small rocky outcrop in the water. Eyes peered out from behind at him, catching his attention. As the creature revealed themselves, they stared at each other.

A faint yet familiar feeling settling over them, as two souls met again…for the first time.

Notes:

Rio's new form was inspired by this artwork here:

https://x.com/koshninthwave/status/1906803373342375959

Respects to the artist @koshninthwave on Twitter!

Chapter 3: Familiar Stranger

Notes:

Note the updated tags folks! This chapter is gonna start a little heavy. Putting in warnings for panic/anxiety attacks and PTSD episodes. Just because there's a bit of a time skip doesn't mean these boys are gonna be all hunky-dory. Read with caution.

Also, this chapter is gonna start with Viktor's POV, then jump to Rio's at the end. Think along the lines of that "MY Roommate is a Cat" anime. (Very adorable, highly recommend) It's also a slightly chunkier chapter, as I wanted to get the perspectives right.

Enjoy the chapter!!!

Viktor stared at the little creature in the pond. His curiosity quieting the darkness that had buzzed in his mind just moments before. He had found this place by chance some days ago, his mind quieted by the hikes he’d been taking while in his dark trances to clear his mind. Without Jayce’s worry. Jayce had refused to let him out of his sight after what happened.

Over 2 years ago, he had nearly doomed the world. In his ambition to rid the world of pain and suffering, to fulfill his dreams of healing Zaun and bring an end to all conflict, he nearly destroyed everything. Nearly striped all of free will in his blinded quest for his Glorious Evolution………. Had it not been for Jayce…. his partner, in all things it seemed, had not persisted to stop him, to show him what his “Glorious Evolution” truly entailed. Jayce, his partner in Hextech and secret light of his life, who said that there was beauty in imperfections and held him as they sacrificed themselves to stop Viktor’s mistakes. He was prepared to die alone in that void of the Arcane, to right his wrong and let Jayce survive and live the life he should have.

“You must go…Jayce….”

“We finish this together.”

As the Anomaly closed in around them, they had braced themselves for death. Holding each other close, foreheads pressed together, savoring each other’s touch before the void around them exploded into light and silence. He opened his eyes later to the sound of rustling grass and bird songs. Jayce was leaning over him, blocking the overly bright sunlight with a look of worry on his face, trying to gently shake him awake. Tears gathered and fell when he finally focused on the face above him, and Jayce gently gathered him into his arms. Reassuring that he was okay and vowing never to let him go again as he sobbed in relief. In that moment, Viktor allowed himself to bask in Jayce’s warmth as his own eyes began to water. They held each other in a tight embrace as they cried. The emotions that had been numbed from his transformation from the Hex Core finally burst forth, though he was still slightly confused about everything that happened. After a short while, when the tears finally stopped, they eventually moved from that spot in the fields. Following the tree line for a day lead them to finding the old cabin they’ve now called home for the past 2 years till now. It was in heavy disrepair, but it had seemed to be a hunter’s cabin at one point. The roof had fallen in certain areas, the pipes rusted and worn. The floors squeaky and every inch covered in thick layers of dust. To the two of them, it was home. A month or so later leads to them finding a nearby village in the valley down the hill. The village and the folks that lived there were kind enough to two complete strangers, offering their help fixing their new home in return for help with mechanical repairs and blacksmithing duties.

Despite this new regularity they’ve established; there were times when his darkened thoughts would slip in. The guilt and shame and fear would become unbearable at times to the point that reality and his dark fantasies blurred. Panic would overwhelm him so badly that his body would freeze, curling in on himself to hide from the demons that tortured him in his mind. The sight of his body, webbed with opalescent scars from the Hex Core and numerous things done to him, sometimes sickened him to the point of avoiding the cracked mirror in the bathroom or pushing away Jayce’s touch in bed at night. Nightmares of faceless drones and decay plagued his mind for nights after, causing him to wonder why he survived. Why he hadn’t died…. if it wasn’t too late to disappear for good. Jayce would be there when times like this happened, holding him and shushing him. Sometimes crying himself or looking horrified when he thought about those dark impulses, begging him to stay. Even the villagers where kind and understanding when this happened, though some old prideful part of himself shuttered at the perceived pitiful looks on their faces. While he continued to get better, slowly accepting the kindness given to him, he couldn’t ignore the way Jayce was affected as well. No matter how hard he tried to hide it from Viktor. He caught how Jayce would get quite sometimes while running errands or having meals. How sometimes he’d feel Jayce jolt awake next to him in bed or hold him close as nightmares of his own haunted his sleep. Every time Viktor would try to comfort Jayce as Jayce had him, despite his reassurances he would be fine as well. And every time…. it brought the guilt back. At times like this, he would go for long walks and hikes in the woods behind the cabin, to clear his mind through distractions. Taking a journal with him to take notes on the flora and fauna around him, hoping to possibly discover where the rune had spat them out. If he could find where they are, then maybe……... he could find a way to send word to Piltover. Maybe inform Jayce’s mother that he was alright, or even……send Jayce back to where he believed he belonged.

It was these thoughts that circled in his mind this time as he informed Jayce of his walk. Telling him he might be late and to not worry about him. While his body seemed to have been healed from his Harold form, as well as his illness, his leg was still as crooked as it had been all his life. Though he could walk on it once more with minimal pain most of the time, there were times when that familiar pain would flare up and leave it weak once more. Thanks to Jayce becoming the village blacksmith, he once again had access to materials to make braces for the both of them. Viktor’s was the first Jayce made, despite not having all the needed materials and Jayce needed one more than him. Today was one of those days, and while the brace was still in a crude beta state, it held him up well enough for a short hike. His cane (or was it a staff now?) was his constant companion as always. Jayce had smiled at him like always, despite the exhaustion clouding his face, telling him to be safe.

He traveled along an old hunting path he had found a few days ago, following it slowly as he breathed in the rain-clean air. Taking in the quiet and serene of nature’s heartbeat around him. His small lingering connection to the Arcane humming with the rhythm of the world around under his skin. Eventually finding his way to the small grove with the pond. He’d heard of this place from some of the village folk, of its peacefulness and quietness. A perfect place to think by himself. To hopefully sort out his thoughts and figure out what to do next. He slowly worked his way to the pond’s edge and carefully sat against the trunk of the old willow before pulling out his journal to document the surroundings, using the blanket given to him all time ago as a cloak to cushion him. It had become tattered from constant wear but was still long enough to protect him from the still damp earth below. Noting the animals that came from time to time, his thoughts started to calm, if only for a moment. Jotting down notes of the plants and animals around, along with the occasional sketch or flower sample. Soon though, his thoughts turned to Jayce, and how he seemed to be so tired lately. He had suffered from another episode during the storm, trembling and curling in on himself. Sobs caught in his throat as he attempted to stifle them to avoid waking Viktor up. But Viktor knew. He felt when Jayce started shaking, started holding himself and whimpered in pain at the horrors that where plaguing him. Viktor turned over, placing a gentle hand on Jayce’s back before slowly wrapping him in his arms. Wishing he could do more to comfort him than soft words and reassuring hands, but all he could do then was hold him through the storm until his partner’s shaking stopped and he eventually drifted to sleep again as the storm passed.

Guilt began to cloud him again, causing him to stare off across the pond and pausing his note taking. Body going numb as the void within began to call him and the sounds around him faded into the background. Sighing, he put the notebook away, realizing he wouldn’t be able to focus at this rate. Turning his gaze back to the pond……. or rather - the other side of it as his mind spiraled.

This isn’t going anywhere. He thought.

 I have no idea where we even are now. After TWO YEARS, I still can’t figure it out. Jayce says he’s never been happier, but it feels like he’s lying to himself……. And I know all too well what that feels like…… He shouldn’t even be here. It was all MY fault this happened, and now he’s trapped here. Far from Piltover, from those who care for him……from his mother… Gods his mother – the poor woman…I wonder how she’s doing? Probably grieving her boy…. while I am rightfully forgotten…. just a bad footnote on the scientific community…………never wanted……never needed……….

His thoughts continued to spiral, his shame overflowing as he sat in his heavy silence. So heavy, he didn’t notice something in the water moving toward him. And was only snapped out of it when he heard something. A sound that was……. strangely familiar…

Chuuuurrrrrp!

Wait…. was that…?

CHUUURRRRIIIPP!!!

There it was again, a little louder this time. Confusion sliced through his darkened mind and allowed him to turn his head about. Trying to find the source of the noise he heard. That call was strangely familiar, having only heard something similar in his youth a long time ago. White glittered on his left, and Viktor quickly turned to see it better. Scanning the area of the falls, his eyes soon fell to a rocky outcrop in the middle. Squinting slightly, he saw a pair of soft hazel brown eyes cautiously staring at him. Seemingly realizing it had been found, the creature didn’t run but slowly slithered into view. Leading to where they now found themselves.

The two were locked in a starring contest. Viktor slowly taking in the little guest’s features as they slowly came into view. It looked like a Wave Rider…. but its color palette confused him. He’d never seen one with white skin before. Or even the strange golden flecks that lined it’s pink and purple fins and back. Then again, most of what he read about them once at the academy was basic. Not much was known since they never interacted with folks outside their home of the Guardian Seas. Especially since they were considered delicacies in Zaun, with most preferring to butcher and eat them than raise them as pets. The only time he could remember seeing a live one was…. in his youth…. a long time ago…. before leaving Singed’s side. Looking at the little one in front of him now, Viktor couldn’t help but remember his poor old friend. Rio had been a rarity that, while cultivated for horrific means, was one thing he refused to forget about his life in the Fissures. A time he treasured before her unfortunate fate. He had been so horrified at what that man had done to his ONLY friend at the time, he had ran away and never looked back. Sorrowful at the fact that he never got to say goodbye properly. And when he saw her again in his desperation to cure himself, years after that day, he gazed at this reflection in the large tube she floated in. Unable to look at her without distraction, not meeting her dulled lifeless eyes. Giving a silent prayer of forgiveness to her for not being there. For not saving her, and that he wished he was stronger for her, before finally giving his silent goodbyes. It wasn’t the farewell he wanted to give her, unaware of her current consciousness, but it was some form of closure before receiving the Doctor’s help. That vile Shimmer bottle that helped him down his dark path.

Another churr from the Wave Rider returned his attention back to them. They were now fully visible to him, staring at him intently. Almost in question, wondering why he was so quiet, a slight tilt to their head. That Viktor found…. strangely adorable. A small chuckle gently floated from his throat. His eyes crinkling in amusement at their unique cuteness.

“Well…. Hello there, little one.” Viktor greeted “I did not realize I had company here.”

The little one seemed to perk up at the sound of his voice. A strange reaction from a wild animal, but not one that signaled they would run immediately. If anything, they seemed to want to come closer yet were still unsure if they should.

“It’s okay. I won’t harm you”. An idea suddenly came to mind. An old trick that Rio had shown him the first time they ever met. Viktor gently turned to his satchel bag, carefully rooting through it for what he needed. The little one stared on curiously, before raising up at the sight of the small apple-like fruit in Viktor’s hand. One of the things Viktor had begun after settling in the cabin was a small garden for sustaining themselves. The idea sparked when exploring the grounds and finding the fruit producing tree. While he could no longer heal others as he did before, some of the Arcane’s power remained and allowed him to preform minor magic acts. Like helping the plants grow stronger. While at first it had frightened him, even to the point of avoiding touching Jayce for some weeks after, he slowly began to embrace how it helped with the gardening. He never used his Arcane abilities around the village though, still scared deep down that he might repeat his past mistakes.

He slowly turned back to his little guest, holding the fruit out gently as a peace offering. Holding still so they could come closer if desired. A few beats of silence passed, the Wave Rider looking back and forth between him and the offered fruit almost in contemplation to whether it was truly safe or not. It doesn’t seem to be working. Sighing, Viktor was about to give up and put the fruit away, when the sound of splashing caught his attention back. Slowly, they swam forward to the bank, once on shore, they slowly began to crawl forward, chirping and churring curiously before coming within reach of his outstretched hand to his right. He watched carefully the whole time before once again offering the fruit cautiously once more. They sniffed cautiously before giving Viktor a look and churring softly. Their eyes met briefly before they gently grabbed the fruit from his hand, licking it into their mouth with a gentle chomp. Viktor couldn’t help but let out a small giggle, the creature’s tongues tickling his fingers and leaving behind a trail of drool.

Just how Rio did all those years ago. He thought fondly.

What happened next; however, he didn’t truly predict. He froze when the Wave Rider came even closer to him. Deciding he was trustworthy - and gazed at him before softly nuzzling his braced leg and settling down near him. Purring as they began to nap while digesting their treat. To say he was shocked still was an understatement. Amazed yet confused at the amount of trust being shown to him by a wild animal. The scientist within became curious at what else his new friend would allow. They seemed content, so they didn’t see him as a threat anymore. Slowly, he lowered his hand to their back, gently touching them to gauge their reaction. When they didn’t react, he slowly began to rub their back in small, soft circles. This made the purring grow louder, nuzzling deeper into his leg in contentment. “I wonder – where did you come from, little one?” Viktor questioned. “How are you even here?” His questions were met with more purring, the vibrations traveling up his hand and leg that calmed him in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time. He found himself relaxing against the willow behind him, the sounds of nature once again known to him.

They sat like that for a while, Viktor watching the colors of the sky change from late morning to the end of the afternoon. He thought he had dosed off at some point, having closed his eyes briefly in the wake of his mind being blissfully peaceful for once in a long time. When they opened again, he noticed the sun’s new position in the sky. He also noticed that his little friend had crawled up into his lap at one point. Both had shifted positions as they napped, mostly him to avoid some pain when he inevitably woke up. While it helped some, his hips and back were beginning to act up from being in this position too long. The Wave Rider seemed to sense he was awake, and soon their eyes blinked open as they looked up at him. Sensing his discomfort, they carefully moved back to the ground to allow him to get up. His hips and back were definitely making him pay for sleeping in such an awkward position, but he felt it was worth it for the peace he now felt. “I must thank you for keeping me company, my little friend.” Viktor said as he retrieved his staff to assist in standing. His back cracked slightly as he stretched back to full height. The Wave Rider chirped happily at him, sitting on their haunches as the tip of their tail began to wag slightly. Fins on their head raised in happiness, seemingly sharing his sentiment. “However, I’m afraid I must go now.” He said. “It’s beginning to get late, and my partner will soon wonder where I am. I do not wish him to worry more that he already has lately.” His friend seemed to chirp in worry, suddenly seeming anxious about him leaving. Gently pawing at his leg as if to ask him not to go. It was very adorable, and Viktor felt a little sad to leave them like this. So, he dug into his bag, pulling out another fruit and offered it to them. “Please don’t fret. I will come back to see you.” He promised. “I’m not sure when exactly I will return. But I promise to come back in a few days or so, so please wait until then.” The Wave Rider seemed disappointed, but at the mention of him returning, they perked up slightly. Taking the offered fruit as if to seal their agreement. Viktor knew he would have to come back. This strange but sweet creature fascinated him, and he wanted to document them in full. Something new to explore, not realizing just how familiar they truly were.

 

Rio sat by the willow as she saw Her Boy off. The buzz of excitement thrumming under her skin. She had been worried when she decided to reveal herself but was now glad she did. The moment he spoke, she knew it was him. 100 percent, it was Her Boy. While she examined him, he seemed to be equally fascinated by her. While she saw some familiarity flash behind his eyes – he didn’t seem to fully recognize her. This disappointed her slightly, but then again, it had been a long time since they truly interacted with each other.

‘It’ll be okay’. She thought. ‘Even if you don’t see who I was, I will do what I can to be with you now.’

When his eyes began to glaze back over with that dark look, she called out to him to regain his attention. Wondering what had happened to cause him to become that way. When she tilted her head in questioning, Her Boy suddenly let out a soft chuckle. Rio perk up at the sound. That was a sound she remembered! Yes! No need to be sad! He suddenly began shuffling in his bag, then pulled out the tasty looking fruit. She then noticed that he held it out to her, a gesture that mirrored their first meeting. Rio was stunned for a moment. Was this really happening? Was he really offering her a treat, the same way he did when they first met that fateful day? She almost couldn’t believe it, yet a small part of her was still unsure. Even if he was the same, it didn’t mean he had the same thoughts as then. He could just be luring her in, just like the Doctor did. She couldn’t shake the feelings that warred within her completely, and her hesitation seemed to be noticed by him. He suddenly sighed, seemingly giving up on his idea. The dejection on his face was too much for her, and so, her need to come close to Her Boy won over her fears and she swam over to him.

Once she reached the shore, she slowly crawled closer. After sniffing the fruit, she determined it wasn’t dangerous. Before taking it, she did as she had that first day. She locked eyes with him - and saw the boy she knew gazing back at her. Curious but slightly unsure. All doubt faded, and she gave her thanks as she did the first time, churring. Thank you, my sweet Boy. Once again. She then took the fruit and heard him giggle like that first memory. Rio then nuzzled and curled against his leg, taking joy and comfort at being near him again as she digested. A purr erupted from her, and when he placed his hand against her, she purred even louder. Rio was in bliss, feeling Her Boy’s warmth against her. And the nap they shared throughout the afternoon was heavenly. When she heard his breathing even out, and his body move slightly to avoid pain, she crawled up into his lap to feel more of his warmth. This close, she could see the shimmering scars on his cheeks. Feel the strange energy that buzzed below them. And dark circles under his eyes. ‘He hasn’t been sleeping well…….. what happened to you My Boy?’ Her weight seemed to further relax him, and she too drifted off once again. His hand subconsciously petting down her back.

When the air began to cool into early evening, Rio felt Her Boy shift again. Blinking awake, she saw him gazing fondly at her and began shifting to stand. Their time had ended, but Her Boy was seemingly more relaxed now. The lines along his face smoothed out if only for a moment. Rio felt pride at being a help to him already – but it soon turned to worry when he said he had to leave.

‘WHAT? But we just found each other again! Please don’t leave My Boy!’

She began to panic, which he seemed to notice, smart as always. When he explained why he had to return, she couldn’t help but deflate slightly. ‘A partner? You found someone new?’ Thinking back – as much as she didn’t like to – she remembered him mentioning someone that last day. Someone who he said would understand. Was this the partner he was talking about? ‘Well…… I guess I can understand…. but what if you don’t come back again?’ She wondered. Pawing at his leg gently while wondering this. He pulled another fruit from his bag, bending down to offer it to her as he promised to return. Hopefully soon. Rio, though still worried, felt relieved he would come back. Taking the fruit and deciding to wait for his next visit. As he turned to leave, she followed him a short while before stopping and watched as he followed the trail he took downstream. At least she now had an idea of which direction to expect him from next time. Next time. Sitting there, she felt her loneliness lifting. She knew he would be back. He always came back before, and now he can visit her again after finding each other again.

‘Come back soon, dear Boy. I’ll be waiting for you………. Waiting is all I’ve known after all.’

She watched as he disappeared and continued a short while after. Only moving when the sun began to set, returning to her den. Awaiting the next time Her Boy came.

Chapter 4: Rediscovering You

Notes:

this has some angst in it. but is followed by fluffy comfort.

Enjoy!!!

Viktor would again return to see Rio.

A few days later, while cleaning her den, Rio heard the familiar cadence of Her Boy’s steps and excitedly met him as he approached. Running to him while chirping with joy. Viktor was also happy to see his new friend, glad that they weren’t scared of him after being away for a time. That was how they passed the warm summer days, with Viktor coming every few days or so and Rio greeting him each time. Sometimes with gifts of shiny stones or lotus flowers or whatever else she could find that Viktor would find interesting. This became their new normal, with only the occasional storm either delaying Viktor’s visits or forcing him to leave early to avoid the muddy terrain that was so difficult to traverse. Or when his aches and pains flared to the point of barely leaving home and having to nurse his episodes with warm baths and herbal teas. Whenever this happened, Viktor would bring fruits and vegetables from his flourishing garden he couldn’t trade as treats and apologies. Which were excepted each time. With every visit, Viktor’s journal began to fill up notes, sketches, and diagrams of his little friend and her home environment. Even all the gifts given eventually found a place on his desk back home. When he showed Jayce his findings, Jayce was equally fascinated, lighting up with him as Viktor shared the tales of his escapades. Asking the occasional questions as Viktor gushed about his new “friend”. Glad that his partner had found something new to pour his passions into, bringing light back into his previously dimmed eyes. Some days passed with cozy afternoon naps, exploring the pond, or playing at the pond’s edge as they splashed each other. For Viktor - it was peace, for Rio – it was bliss.

Though, there were also days that weren’t so happy. Some days, Viktor would visit with that dark look in his eyes. Days when the dark void buzzed in the back of his mind and was just a little too heavy to shake. He would get quiet and stare off to the other side of the pond like that first day they reunited. On days like this, Rio would be concerned. But all she could do was stick to his side and wait out the silence with him. A grounding presence near his leg or on his lap, waiting for that fog to lift and just be there when needed. On one particularly cloudy day, Rio would see Her Boy in an all to familiarly sad way. The Tap-Thump rhythm of his stride was heavier that day. Immediately, she sensed something was wrong. When Viktor did eventually crest the hill of the path, she noticed just how glum he was. His eyes where red and puffy, tears gathered but refused to shed as he walked. His gaze focused on the ground in front of him, though seemed unseeing at anything around him. When he reached his usual sitting spot by the willow, he slowly slumped down and began to sniffle and shake. Rio knew instantly what was happening. Her Boy was deeply upset and hurt. Something had happened, and to hide his sorrow, he came to see her.

‘Oh…. oh no. What happened? Why is he crying?’

Rio approached gently, trying not to spook him as she got closer. His tears began to flow freely now, only sparing a glance when she chirped worried at him. He couldn’t stop crying and quickly glanced away to try and wipe his tears away. However, Rio just climbed into his lap. Perching up to be face to face with him, Rio churred softly and gently began to lick his tears away. ‘It’s okay, my sweet boy. Cry all you need. I’m here for you, always.’  Viktor froze for a moment, but then he hugged her close to him. He began crying in earnest, holding Rio tight as he sobbed and she purred in comfort. Minutes passed in their momentary bubble, allowing the world to fade away while they took comfort in their presences. Eventually, the sobs quieted into small hiccups – and they softly pulled away slightly to look at each other. Staring at those soft hazel eyes, Viktor breathed a sigh as he collected himself. “I apologize, little one.” He said, sniffling softly. “It has been……..a rough couple of weeks.” She tilted her head to the side slightly, gazing with a look of concern and a soft chirp of questioning. Asking him in her own way to explain.

‘Talk to me. What has happened to make you so sad? Did something happen with this Jayce you were talking about that time?’

With a soft chuckle, Viktor gently got them comfortable before he spoke. Feeling safe that this little creature wouldn’t judge or speak of what he would say. Jayce and he had gotten into an argument. He had found out that Viktor was trying to locate where they were to send him home. He had found Viktor’s journal open on his desk while Viktor was in the village, helping with repairs. He usually respected Viktor’s privacy and only stuck to the pages he was shown, but old curiosity got the better of him and he flipped to the beginning of the journal to see what else was there. While at first, Jayce was cautiously hopeful at what was found, he grew angry the further he read into the older pages. Scribbled notes in the margins about possible routes to the nearest trading post, questions about links still connected to the Hex Gates via his own connections to the Arcane or if they still worked. And plots about how to secretly separate each other and send Jayce back alone by any means…..even Viktor’s own life if it came to it. Viktor had returned to see Jayce white-knuckled, clutching the journal with tears in his eyes. Shaking with anger – or possibly sadness or betrayal. He questioned what it was, why he was planning this. The whole thing fell into a shouting match, Viktor trying to defend his choices to send Jayce back alone and Jayce arguing back that he refused to leave him behind. “That never stopped you from leaving BEFORE!!!!” Viktor shouted. Both of them froze at that, while Viktor quickly went quiet – Jayce’s eyes widened before his face fell into guilt. His anger drained with the color of his face. He had never shouted at Jayce like that before and it clearly affected his partner badly. Viktor tried to apologize, back-petal and make amends – but Jayce simply turned and walked out the door to hide in his smithy. Located in the old tool shack a ways from the cabin. His mind swirled as his body moved on autopilot. He didn’t mean to bring up what happened. How he was left alone after Jayce became a Councilor. The past was still a very touchy subject for the both of them and Viktor had just dug into the deepest of their scars. Before he knew it, he found himself out the door and up the trail to the woods. He couldn’t handle the silence of the cabin after that. Guilt plagued him as he followed his old instincts to run and hide. Eventually finding himself where he was now.

Tears gathered in his eyes again, silently letting them fall as he held his friend close again. Taking deep breaths. He knew he needed to apologize to Jayce, but he wasn’t sure how without causing another fight or opening the old wound further. The soft purring of the Wave Rider in his arms worked to calm him, and for a moment, he just breathed. Leaning back against the willow trunk and turning his gaze to the cloudy sky above through the branches. Listening to the breeze rustlings the drooping branches and his companion’s purring. He gently stroked her back as he thought, trying to sort out his mind as nature hummed around him. Moments seemed to pass before he spoke again.

“You know….. you remind me of an old friend of mine.”

Rio perked up when he said that. Turning her gaze up as he spoke.

Does he remember?

“Her name was Rio.” He continued. “She was also a Wave Rider, like you. Almost as rare as well. She was a unique being that was cultivated by….. someone who was not as kind as he seemed. She was my best friend when I was younger. My support, my comfort, she always seemed to know what I needed on bad days. Quite the pair we were. Some poor cripple from a toxin filled place – and a rare creature raised for a horrible reason……… I…regret… not being there for her. In her last moments……she was dying, and that person who raised her only made he suffer in the end.”

Rio watched him with rapt attention. He didn’t forget her, but wanted to save her. The only reason he couldn’t – she realized – was because he was too young to do anything. Then, when he could, it was too late. You’re here now though. Rio thought. I’ll make sure we can stay together this time. Nothing bad will happen to us now, so long as I can do something about it. She nuzzled against his chin, giving soft kisses that caused him to giggle slightly before holding her out in front of him from under her arms. Looking at her as he pondered something. He had known this little one for some time now, and had grown quite fond of them. As he admired her, he found himself deciding to name them. While he had pondered names in the past while visiting, none of them seemed to fit just right. But now, reminiscing on his childhood friend, there was only one name he could think of that seemed to fit perfectly. “I think it’s time I gave you a name, little one.” Viktor announced. That hazel gaze locked on him as her fins raised with a chirp. Smiling, he continued as he gently brought her back in close. “After some thought…… I’ve decided to call you…Rio. In memory of that old friend. Would you like that, Rio?” Rio chirped in glee, tail wagging fiercely as she wiggled in Her Boy’s grip and kissed him all over his cheeks.

‘Yes! YES!!! I’M RIO!!! I’M YOUR RIO!!!’

The joy of the moment was interrupted when Rio suddenly stilled. She sensed it, a chill in the air. The wind picked up, and Viktor noticed when she sensed something. Thunder suddenly boomed in the distance, and Viktor realized a storm was coming in. And fast. Too fast for him to get back down the trial in time. Rio realized this too, and knowing Her Boy couldn’t get back home in time had to act fast to protect him from the storm. As Viktor stood, trying to think of a way to get home despite how futile it seemed with the wind picking up fast, he felt a tug on the ends of his cloak. Rio began pulling him to follow her, and without any better options, decided to follow. She knows this area. He thought. She must be trying to tell me something. Rio lead him near the falls. Along the moss-covered rocks, a curtain of ferns and vines hung. He seemed unsure of what was happening, but after Rio churred at him encouragingly, she dove straight through to the other side. Viktor quickly realized what she was trying to show him. Pushing the veil of green aside revealed a small cave. His shelter to wait out the storm in. As the first harsh drops of rain pelted down, he made his way in. The walls were lined in patches of the same glowing mushrooms as Rio’s den below the willow. Providing light as the sky darkened drastically outside. Loose twigs littered about the area, and the more he looked the more he saw signs of previous visitors to this place. It was more than a cave; it was a sheltered camp for travelers and hunters who found themselves stuck here for a time. Survival mode kicked in, and he quickly got to work to stay for the night.
A small fire soon burned in the fire pit, and a bed of pelt covered moss served as a resting place. He luckily had some bread and fruits in his bag from when he went to town, so he wouldn’t starve tonight. What he was worried about though, hearing the storm rage outside, was Jayce. He’s never been gone this long, nor during a storm like this. With how he was during the last major storm, he worried if Jayce would have an attack without him there to comport him. It was bad last time; it might be even worse without him there. Worried about if he had gotten lost or hurt, not knowing where exactly to find him. Or even searching for him in such bad weather. Viktor also had to apologize for their fight, but now he had to wait till the storm passed. Possibly trapped here until morning. He settled down with these worries in his mind to rest, praying for the storm to pass quickly. For Jayce to be okay until his return. He closed his eyes as he curled beneath his cloak, Rio curling up beside him in an attempt to comfort.

The storm raged throughout the night.

The next morning, Viktor woke to Rio on his chest. Both gently blinking awake, the ashes in the fire pit having long gone out in the middle of the night. Beyond the entrance, evidence of how bad the storm was showed themselves in the mess of branches and blown debris that littered the place. The falls rushed harshly from the excess of water that gathered in the storm. The morning air still had a slight nip to it as they shuffled out of their sanctuary. Viktor shivering slightly as he gathered himself, rubbing his hands together. “Thank you, Rio. For showing me shelter from the storm.” Viktor said to his companion. Rio churred at him in thanks and understanding, tail wagging slightly. “I must return to Jayce quickly. I only hope he stayed at the cabin and not ventured out to find me last night.” They began to move to the trail, Rio trailing behind him faithfully as she always did. This storm might delay his next visit. She thought. ‘Don’t worry about me. Go take care of your partner. I’ll see you when you next come.’ She churred to Her Boy. Giving one last set of pets before he left, Viktor began to hurry back down the trail. Apologies in his mind and worry in his heart as he willed himself back to Jayce quicker. Rio watched him go until he was out of sight, then turned to go about her usual cleaning. She could only hope that next time Her Boy visited he’d have made up with his partner. With the way he spoke about him, she knew deep down that everything would be fine in the end. This in mind, their normal returned, with Rio waiting for him to return in a short time.

Waiting……. waiting……………waiting…….

Weeks passed…….and Her Boy hadn’t come back yet.

 

Something felt wrong.

Chapter 5: New Journeys

Notes:

I really hope I did Jayce justice in this chapter........

Happy belated birthday to the boy!!!

Rio was getting worried now. Her Boy hadn’t been by in weeks since the storm.

In the past, this wasn’t anything new. Poor Viktor would get sick easily, spending weeks at a time recovering before visiting her in the lab again. That was also the time…. when the Doctor would conduct his experiments. Dread would fill her then, as it does now despite her newfound safety in this place. No matter what, it is one feeling she could never get rid of. He should be fine. He was fine this last time, so he should be fine now……. Right? No matter how she tried to reassure herself, Rio still couldn’t shake the feeling that something might be wrong this time around. This last storm was one of the worst, so it was possible that he was delayed even more. Even his bad days could last a while, but nothing felt right.

What if he got sick again? Or if he was hurt going home to find his partner? What if……. he’s in a bad way….. and he needs help?

These thoughts and what-ifs kept swirling in her mind as she paced in front of Viktor’s sitting spot. Not knowing what to do. She could leave to find him – but she could also end up getting caught. Eventually, she paused. Glancing at her home for so long for a moment – before glancing down the path. I know he’s somewhere downstream. Rio thought. I could go to him – find him, check he’s okay, and then return. He’s done so much to come see me, it’s about time I do the same and go to him. Her mind finally set, Rio began preparing to leave. She dove down to enter her den to retrieve some items. Gifts for Her Boy that she could give him. She sorted through her collection, picking only the best of the stones and plants before trying to wrap them in a lotus leaf. She had spied visitors doing something similar before, wrapping and tying them together with the stems to protect things from damage during their journeys. Though, it was trickier than she expected. To be fair, she’d never used her paws in such a way that requires much more finesse than she had. It took several tries and some use of her tail before she had made a decent package. Sealed with a lotus flower and easy to grab with her mouth. Once done, she left the den and began swimming to edge where the pond spilled into the stream below, heading downhill. As she neared the exit, she took a moment to look back at her home. The peace of the pond and grove seemed to sing in farewell, making her pause for just a moment. This had been her home, one she hoped to return to eventually. ‘Farewell, my sanctuary. My Boy needs me, but I hope to be back soon.’ With that farewell, she began to travel. A new journey begins.

 

The phrase “when it rains, it pours” seemed to sum up Jayce’s luck as of late. All his life, from the day he and his mother were saved in that blizzard, he wanted to bring magic into the world. If only he knew back then how the course of his life would change and flux. How what he was chasing wasn’t actually magic at all. He had risen to Piltover Academy from a simple tool building house. Faced exile, nearly ended his life at the loss of his dream, only to soar higher than ever with the one man who not only believed in him but also would become more. Gained fame and fortunes, even power, only to be pulled into a game of politics he never wanted to play that nearly cost him his beloved partner. The man who believed in his dreams. The one he couldn’t bear to lose, even by death. Only to see what the choice of saving him through forbidden means would do. Thrust into a future of his creation because of his invention of Hex Tech. The creation of the Hex Core and the consequences of fusing it to his dying light. A dead world of metal and rot, where the one thing he was chasing revealed itself…… or rather – himself. An aged vision of his partner stared back at him. The man who believed in his dream, who pulled him back from the ledge and risked it all with him. The one who, somehow, became his everything, to the point of dooming the world. He changed course, and fought to have the one person he wanted his whole life back. Giving a heartfelt confession and pouring all his love into the perfectly imperfect man who changed his whole life, before sacrificing themselves to make things right.

He was the first of the two to wake up upon arriving in this new timeline. His vision greeted by blue skies and mountains. The sounds of a valley in the throes of spring. He jolted upright, worry for Viktor at the forefront of his mind. Thankfully, he was right next to him. The armor of the Herald cracking away from his partner’s still form like broken porcelain. His face half visible behind the shell of his mask. He was still….. to still for his liking. Jayce gently approached and gathered Viktor into his arms, bits of the Herald flaking away as he moved him to reveal soft pale skin covered in opalescent patterns. Remnants of the Arcane, much like the iridescent rot along his own scars. He softly peeled away the rest of the helm, wrapping him in his old blanket as he gently tried to shake Viktor awake. The stillness of the man in his arms causing fear to rise in him as his eyes watered. He had begged Viktor to wake up, to come back, unable to lose him a second or third time. When he finally breathed and blinked awake, staring at Jayce with those gentle honey eyes, Jayce finally broke down in relief. Vowing to never lose sight of his love again, holding Viktor close as they sobbed in relief. From there, life became peaceful once again. They had made a home in that old cabin, piecing it back together plank by plank. Pipe by pipe, board by board. The village in the valley became something of a new family, everyone helping each other and welcoming two strangers with nowhere to go. He and Viktor became valued members of the community with their skills as inventors offering aid to anyone in need of forging duties or repair advice. It wasn’t the life they had back in Piltover, but as long as Jayce had Viktor, it was all he truly needed. That didn’t mean that the scars of the past didn’t still haunt them both. Viktor was very quiet in the beginning, fearing that he’d repeat past mistakes. Guilt overtaking him to the point of panic attacks and fearing anyone within arm’s length. All Jayce could do then was gently reassure him. Holding him close during the quiet times, listening to his breathing and his heartbeat to ground him. Showering his beloved partner in all the love and affection he starved him of during their seven years of partnership. As long as he stayed with him, he felt complete. Though he also had scars to bear. Some nights, thunderstorms raged through the valley. The sound of thunder and flashing of the lightning would trigger memories. Memories of his time in that ravine. The pain, the starvation, losing his mind as he sat alone in the dark. Pain in his leg would flare and also pull him back, or sometimes the sparking of his forge reminded him of the embers of the meager fires that lit his surroundings in that dark gully. Snowstorms and blizzards leaving him quiet, shaking despite how warm the fire raged. Feelings of being homesick and missing his mother and friends causing him to stare off. Trapped in his own mind and worries. Viktor was the only thing to keep him grounded and sane. Whenever he tried to hide his pain, Viktor would always seem to know and would comfort him in return. The highs and lows came and went like this, and Jayce though everything was fine. That was…….. until a few weeks ago.

They had fought before, but never like this. Finding out that Viktor was planning to send him back to Piltover alone, even at the cost of his life, angered him greatly. Why? Why would he do this?! I don’t understand! Why are you wanting to send me away? It had devolved into a shouting match. He thought he was getting his point across, when Viktor suddenly raised his voice. Saying how he left his partner behind before. It wasn’t the fact that his partner got louder suddenly, it was the fact that – in a way – he was right. Jayce had shut down after that, unable to hear Viktor trying to apologize. He needed space……. time to think. He walked out the door and hid in his smithy after that. Sitting on the bench, he held his head in his hands, all the fight draining from him as Viktor’s words echoed in his head. Remembering all the times he had spent away from their work to pursue other means. Basking in the golden limelight of fame and power, while his partner withered away in the shadows. How he indulged in temptations while Viktor fought for his life. He thought everything was fine then, just like it was now, when it wasn’t. The memories of that Progress Day speech when he refused to unveil their newest Hex Tech, Viktor in the hospital and learning his diagnosis of Grey Lung, the arguments that came after as Mel came between them with Viktor looking more and more disappointed and alone. The fight on the bridge, Viktor swatting his hand away when Jayce called his people dangerous. Finding Viktor on the ledge, about to jump like he did. The feeling of his cold lifeless body in his arms as he dug him out of the rubble and carried him to the lab. Silent tears began to fall, and Jayce cried and regretted as he sat there for seemingly hours. Knowing he should apologize and work things out with Viktor, but not fully knowing where to start. They needed to talk, that much was clear, but when he eventually stepped out and re-entered the cabin, he was greeted with silence. “Viktor?” he called. No answer…….. he wasn’t here.

He began to panic, searching for his partner everywhere before limping down to the village. Hoping he went there. He asked around, but aside from earlier that morning, no one had seen the man around. Jayce begged them to send word if anyone saw him. He had always disappeared like this before, but this time Jayce had very few ideas of where to find him. The only other place he could think of where Viktor went was up the path into the woods. Maybe to the grove he had told Jayce about, saying his little “friend” lived there. As Jayce hurried back up the hill, his leg began to protest. Cursing himself for not making a brace for himself while he had the materials. It was another of his flaws, he supposed. Caring about others before himself. Perhaps this was one of the reasons Viktor was so worried about sending him back, so he could get proper treatment. He didn’t care anymore, while it would have been better, Jayce was as stubborn as his partner was and he would refuse to leave him behind no matter what. Just as he crested the hill and returned to the cabin, the winds suddenly picked up. Jayce became uneasy, and carefully limped to the small stream to test the waters. The stream near the cabin forked and one side flowed into a water tank at the back of the main structure. Insuring fresh water to use without having to fetch it. The other half ran into a small pond before continuing into the village. As he carefully knelt, he brushed his hand into the rushing waters. It was cold…… too cold for this time of day. Thunder suddenly boomed, and Jayce could do nothing but hurry to shelter as the storm came in fast. Just as he reached the cabin and began to put up the storm shudders, the world outside was swallowed in the roaring rains and howling winds. It was a battle, but he managed to secure everything before huddling inside and starting a fire. Lighting candles they got in the market square as he hunkered down. His worries increased tenfold. Viktor was still out there in the storm. He had called for him as he did the shutters, but his voice was drowned out by the gaining winds. He could only hope that his partner had found shelter, but he was still struck with quiet fear. Unable to eat. Unable to drown out the void that called in his mind. He huddled in the corner of their shared room, as he sometimes did when his mind spiraled in the void when storms happened. He felt so small…… so alone…… all he wanted was his partner back. Safe and in his arms as they rode out this storm together. He didn’t sleep that night as he listened to the storm rage on. Hoping….. praying……that somehow Viktor was okay.

 The next morning, Jayce opened his eyes. Exhaustion had claimed him sometime in the night, his body sore from being curled up on the floor the whole time. Not truly sleeping, too worried to do so. He slowly got up, limping to the main living area to open the shudders. The candles had burned out, and the sun showed bright when the windows opened. There was still no sign of his partner. He slumped listlessly in his chair, the worst-case scenarios spinning in his mind as he hung his head. He felt he had failed his promise again. So lost was he, he didn’t hear someone approach the door. He quickly raised his head when he heard it. Someone at the door calling his name.

“JAYCE??”

The door flew open, and in walked Viktor. Safe yet out of breath. Panting as he gazed at Jayce with a worry filled expression. His hair slightly disheveled and shaking slightly as the two locked eyes. Taking in his equally disheveled appearance. Viktor suddenly sighed in relief. “Oh! Thank Janna!! You’re still here!” Viktor sighed out. Jayce rose to his feet as Viktor approached. “Oh Jayce. I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you like this. I didn’t mean to make you worry so! I was so worried while I was gone. I didn’t know if you were okay. If you had gone out to find me. Oh, Jayce I am so sorry for yelling and then running off like that! I was just so upset I….” Viktor didn’t get to finish his string of apologies. Jayce had grabbed him and hugged him closely. Shaking with barely contained sobs as he felt his partner’s warmth. “I’m sorry……… I’m so sorry, V. Don’t leave like that again….. Please…” Viktor went silent before holding him back just as fiercely. Both collapsing to the floor in relived sobs and strings of apologies. They eventually talked about what had led to this, eventually coming to an understanding. Viktor had let his guilt over what had happened lead him to pushing Jayce away, and Jayce naively though everything was fine when it wasn’t. It was their old miscommunication issues that led to this, and as they laid in bed to properly rest, they vowed to each other to be more open. To try and talk things through before jumping to conclusions. They laid there, gently feeling each other’s warmth before softly kissing each other to a soft slumber.

The following weeks, things seemed to return to their new normal, with their bond now stronger than before. They were relaxing at home on a sunny day off…… when he heard it. Viktor suddenly let out a small cough. Jayce glanced at this partner at this desk. Both weren’t expecting it, and Viktor played it off as a one-time thing. Nothing to worry about. But then, a short while later, more coughing happened. This time, they glanced at each other worriedly. Jayce immediately dropped the item he was tinkering with and made his way to Viktor’s side. His partner suddenly didn’t look well. His skin had lost color, his breaths became ragged, and his face became flush in an all to familiar way. When Jayce felt his forehead, his face twisted in silent fear. Viktor was burning up. He immediately placed Viktor in bed, propped against pillows and began brewing his favorite tea. The coughing became harsher, and his strange markings began softly pulsing with each breath. Soon, Viktor was sweating horribly as his breathing became labored. Jayce quickly left to find the local healer, fearing that his partner’s illness had reared its ugly head once again. This can’t be happening. He thought. When he returned with the healer, she did a thorough check-up, having heard of Viktor’s past medical history as Jayce hurriedly told her in his rush to get them back up the hill. At least, the things he did know. When she finished, she said it – thankfully – wasn’t Grey Lung. Jayce released a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. While it seemed Viktor’s body was healed of this previous terminal illness, he became receptive to other, more common illnesses. His time out in the storm had led to him getting a bad case of pneumonia, and had thankfully been caught in time before it could get worse. Basically, Viktor’s immune system was starting anew, and had to relearn how to fight certain illnesses. That’s what the strange shimmer was, as far as the two could guess. “As long as I’m not dying this time, I can deal with it” Viktor had joked in a croaky voice. Jayce didn’t find it as funny, but was also secretly glad it wasn’t worse. The healer gave them a packet of powdered medicine for the fever and his lungs, strict orders for Viktor to remain in bed until better and to take warm baths with a special medicinal herb blend to mix in the water to help with breathing. Jayce thanked her and sent her off, promising to fetch her if things got worse.

That had been how it was for the past week. Viktor was recovering, but his case of pneumonia was a stubborn one. Leaving him tired and near breathless. The medicine and herbal baths had been helping, but it still left Jayce worried. Viktor as always tried to reassure that he would be fine, if anything getting more annoyed at Jayce for being a constant mother hen on some days. Warning him he would catch it himself and to be careful. What a pair we are. He chuckled fondly. More worried about each other than ourselves. And just as stubborn. His partner’s weak protests wouldn’t stop him from playing nurse though. He would make sure Viktor bathed, took his medication, had cool water and warm soup for his meals. One of his mother’s recipes that he knew how to make decently. The villagers were also just as caring as ever. Every time he went down for quick errands, they offered get well wishes, extra snacks and treats, even some treatment advice to try that could help with certain symptoms. Even understanding when his work slowed down slightly, telling him to take his time and care for his partner. Jayce couldn’t be more grateful for their care. Once he had made sure Viktor was settled after lunch, he decided to sit out on the porch. Trying his hand at carving small figures. The door was propped open in case Viktor needed him, but he’s mostly taken to napping in the afternoons while recovering. It was rather peaceful, the sounds of the afternoon drifting into early evening. A gentle breeze cooling the warm air. The babbling of the stream providing white noise as he took a moment to lean his head back and breath.

He startled at the sound of splashing pulled him from the moment. At first, he thought it was just a fish, but more splashing and the sound of something falling into the pond made him think otherwise. “What the – “ He rose up from his seat and went to the far side of the porch to investigate. There was definitely something there, a flash of white and pinks catching his eye. When he still couldn’t make out what it was, he stepped down to make his way to the pond thinking something had got stuck in the fish traps he had made. The two of them had made simple traps of branches and twine the second day they had been in this place. He had gone into survival mode to provide food for them both. He usually checked them every other day, but this seemed different. As he got closer, the creature suddenly burst out with a startled chirrup of annoyance. For a moment, Jayce could only make out the shape of the little creature, but it was enough to trigger a small flash of memories. Memories of hunting lizards in the ravine, how it felt under his hands as he killed them for sustenance. How hard it was to actually eat them, how sick he felt afterword. Sometimes spilling the meal he had just eaten. It was enough to send him reeling back with a yelp, clutching his head as the pain of the memories flashed before him. He landed on his rear with a harsh thud, scooting back as the little creature finally crawled out. After the onslaught of memories faded, he turned his attention back to the intruder. Catching his breath. It was…….. a Wave Rider? About the size of the large orange cat that inhabited the inn in town. The two locked into a staring contest, and the more he looked, the more he realized that he’d seen this little creature before. It was in Viktor’s journal. The little “friend” he had mentioned to Jayce before. It was a surprise, to say in the least. I thought they lived further upstream? Why are they here? Well….so far, their first impressions of each other were……rather awkward to say the least. The little one caught in Jayce’s (now destroyed) trap, and them giving him a near heart attack. Great…….

“Well…. Hello there.” Jayce said. “You must be looking for Viktor?” The little one gave him an unamused look before perking slightly at the mention of his partner’s name. Well, it’s a start. Jayce thought. He gently rose to his feet before continuing, trying his best not to scare them off. “It was rather – unexpected – for you to come all the way here. But not unwelcomed. Vik has told me a lot about you.” Small talk seemed to smooth things over; the little one began cautiously slinking forward. Sniffing the air in case they sensed danger and had to retreat. That’s when Jayce noticed that they had something in their mouth. It seemed to be a package, wrapped in lotus leaves. He recognized something similar in the village from time to time, used by hunters to store their fresh kills or gathered berries to save them from rot so they sell or trade better. “Oh, is that for Viktor?” he asked. The little one tilted their head to the side, giving what seemed to be a chirp in agreement. “If you’re looking for him, he’s inside. But I’m afraid he might not be well enough for visitors. He’s still a little ill, so – Whoa, hey! Wait!” Jayce didn’t get to finish his explanation. As soon as he mentioned where Viktor was, along with his current condition, the little Wave Rider looked shocked before hurrying past him in a rush. Making a beeline for the cabin, up the steps and through the cracked open door. He was surprised at how fast they moved, and hurried after them. Trying to stop them before they got too far. He wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to let them near Viktor while he was recovering. Worried that it could make things worse, or the little one catching the illness through their sensitive skin and it got life threatening. When he made it inside, he scanned for the little white blur in worry. How they moved so fast was beyond him. He heard soft churrs and chirps coming from the bedroom, and when he walked up to the entrance, he saw something unexpected. Viktor was sitting up, possibly woken by their little guest, who had somehow crawled up on the bed and was now licking his partner all over the face as he giggled. Just as surprised to see them as Jayce was. Their gift left by his lap as he gently fought off the affection filled attack. But it was not as unwelcome as Jayce thought it would be. This had been the first time since getting sick that Viktor smiled like this. Perhaps a friendly visit was what he needed. Viktor’s voice called him from his soft musings as he leaned against the door frame.

“Rio! What are you doing here? How did you get here?” Viktor questioned.

He hadn’t been expecting this. One moment, he was lightly dosing while trapped in bed, bored out of his mind at being on bed arrest. The next, he was waking to the feeling of something scrabbling up onto the bed and getting close to them. Opening his eyes when something plopped on his lap, only to be greeted by a very familiar face. The minute he woke up, she immediately chirped in joy before getting in close, wiggling in happiness at him being awake. As he calmed his squirming companion down, he noticed Jayce in the door, staring at them with a fond looking smile on his face. It seemed proper introductions were in order. “Jayce, this is Rio.” He introduced, holding her aloft. “Rio, this is Jayce. My partner. He’s someone you can trust, so don’t worry about him.” He beckoned Jayce closer, so Rio could get use to him while she felt safe in his arms. His partner did so. Slowly approaching the bed before being told to hold his hand out. Allowing Rio to sniff him and come closer if she wished. As she sniffed the larger man’s hand, she took a moment to analyze him. Bumping her snout against the offered limb before abruptly turning her head away with a huff. Seemingly unimpressed, choosing instead to get comfortable in Viktor’s arms. Both men froze for a moment, before Viktor began cracking up in laughter as Jayce just stared confused. “She seems to think you are lacking, I’m afraid.” Viktor said between laughs. That just confused the poor man even more. Leading him to laugh harder in response before suddenly triggering a harsh coughing fit. Jayce gently patted his back as he caught his breath, while Rio lifted her head in concern. When he eventually calmed down, he noticed Jayce picking up something from the bed. “I think she brought you something.” He said, holding the package out. “She must have gotten worried that I haven’t been to see her while I was ill.” He paused his petting of Rio’s back to take the wrapped item in his hands, noticing the lotus wrapped in the binds. As he carefully unwrapped it, he soon revealed a small collection of shiny stones and valuable plants. A familiar set of gifts to the ones adorning his desk. He smiled fondly as he showed Jayce what she had brought them. Rio purring in his lap contently as he admired the gift. She eventually fell asleep as the two men began talking.

“Jayce, would it be alright if she stayed here for the night? It will be dark soon, and I’d hate for her to get hurt if we tried to send her away. Please?” “Well…. she did come all this way. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt. As long as you’re sure V?”

Jayce could never seem to reject Viktor in times like this. And despite his reluctance at having Rio in their bed with his sick partner, he did admit that it would be difficult for her to get back. So, he allowed their guest to stay, whatever made his partner feel better he’d allow. He could only hope that Rio would eventually warm up to him eventually.

He would just have to keep trying to appeal to her.

Chapter 6: Warming Up to You

Notes:

Hooooo boy..... this one was difficult. Between heatwaves melting my brain to slight writer's block, this took FOREVER to finish. Probably gonna have to add new tags.

Also, I've had to temporarily villainize a fandom character to get some plot-progressing conflict going. So, heads up for that. Hopefully the next chapter won't take as long, but no promises.

To say Rio wasn’t all that impressed with Her Boy’s “partner” would be……………an understatement.

When she left her sanctuary, it had taken her at least a half day of following the trail from the river to find the next body of water. Fighting currents and dodging larger predators while trying to keep the trial in sight. It was rough to say the least, until finally she crashed into another pond. Shaking off the fatigue, she rose for a moment to see where she was. This pond was different, sitting near the short base of a grassy hill. A large structure sitting near the tree line of the forest behind it. ‘This looks about right’ she thought to herself. She swam closer to the bank to climb up and get a better look. What she didn’t expect though was some form of trap made of branches and twine that narrowed the closer she got to a quiet undercurrent. She panicked when the twine suddenly tightened around her neck, memories of her past life flashing before her. The suffocating feeling of her throat closing as she was manhandled. Strapped down and cut open as the face of the Doctor stared down with his dark indifference.

No…. no no no NO NO NO!!!!! LET GO! LET GO OF ME!!!!!!!

She continued to trash and squirm while something came closer, causing her to thrash even harder. When she finally broke free, she was greeted with the sound of someone yelping and falling down. Shaking away the unpleasant feelings, she eyes the man in front of her. At first, he seemed on edge, before his scowl of pain faded to confusion. From confusion to curiosity, until a sense of understanding flashed in his eyes a moment. Rio regarded him. He was taller than Her Boy, tan skin and dark hair. His body showed signs of great strength, though they were slightly softened from a gentle life, even if one leg seemed weak. The crown of bright dots adorned his forehead, serving to highlight the sunflower hazel-yellow of his eyes.

He didn’t seem bad, but I somehow expected…….something else.

 She inched closer, sniffing the air to pick up his sent. It smelt smokey, slightly coppery, like heated metal. It was a smell that put her on edge slightly. In the past, before finding the Doctor, she was hunted once or twice by clean looking men. Men that didn’t respect the people from the below, people that the Doctor and Her Boy seemed to despise. “Pilties” they had called them. And that’s what seemed to confuse her. Why would Her Boy, so sweet and smart, fall for someone from a group he despised? Seemed to be one of the things that changed about him.

As the man rose up, he began talking softly in a greeting, not wanting to startle her. ‘At least he’s trying to be nice.’ She chuffed to herself. At the mention of Viktor’s name called her attention to the man. It seemed she’d found the right place after all. Well, if the man really was Viktor’s “partner”, she supposed that he knew her enough to let her see Her Boy. But when he mentioned her gift, and Viktor not feeling well to see anyone, Rio snapped into action. Her thoughts were in a flurry as she darted past the man to the building he had softly gestured to behind him. Her Boy inside and in a bad way, slipping out of the man’s grasp and ignoring his protests. ‘I knew it! He was ill! He had gotten sick! That’s why he wasn’t around! Hang on My sweet Boy! I’m coming!’ With those thoughts, she had slipped inside, immediately sniffing around. The smell of sweet herbs and fiery metal engulfed the place. She took a moment to smell the air deeper, setting her parcel down to breath in the sent in her mouth. A fresh trail lead through a door on the far side of the cabin. Picking up her gift, she quickly slinked to the open door. Glancing inside, she saw Her Boy laying on the bed above. Dosing softly, pale face flush with a slight fever. It was a bit of a hassle, but she eventually found a way up after circling to the far side, nearest the cracked window letting in fresh air. She moved as softly as possible not to disturb him. When he began stirring awake, blinking up at her in confusion, she couldn’t help but get excited. He had been happy to see her, if confused about how she got there as he held her close while giggling. Her Boy had introduced her to the man then. This “Jayce” she had heard so much about. ‘A Piltie? Really?’ she huffed. And she would continue to huff for the remainder of her stay.

Rio had firmly decided to stick around until Viktor had fully recovered. Much to Viktor’s amusement…..and Jayce’s utter dismay. Not only becoming the leaner man’s little shadow, but also taking up space in the bed with them. Always nudging in between them when they slept, leaving Jayce on his own side when all he wanted was cuddles with his partner. Even after a few days, Jayce could swear that Rio seemed to have it out for him. Despite not knowing what exactly he had done to earn her ire. Sometimes nipping at him from her perch in Viktor’s lap or on his shoulders while he read. Viktor had told him he was being silly, that Rio was slow to warm up to new people as she grew up wild. Though he always tried to sooth things over between the two. Lightly scolding Rio when she nipped at Jayce while petting her or breaking up small fights while offering comfort to his big puppy of a partner and making time for them both. Basically playing negotiator.

Still, there was no denying that Rio’s presence helped with Vitor’s recovery. Keeping him from getting bored while bed bound, even encouraging him to rest more. Acting as his guard while Jayce worked or ran errands in the village. Soon enough, the cough faded, the fever cooled, and Viktor was able to slowly return to work. Jayce couldn’t understand what the problem was, but was grateful to the little one for making his partner happy. As such, he tried everything to try and win Rio over. Viktor helped where he could, offering her favorite foods, favorite places to petted, even setting up a hide near the pond for her to make a second home in or letting her flip through his own journals. Yet, it felt that no matter what he tried, Rio only seemed to begrudgingly allow Jayce closer. Tolerating him at best.

 

That’s about when the next incident happened……

 

It was when Viktor had gotten well enough to travel to the village. Leaving Jayce and Rio alone together. The tension between them had been less strained that day. Rio even allowed Jayce to give her a few pats as she sat on the porch to nap and sunbath. Rio had to admit; this “Jayce” was more attentive and equal to Her Boy than she thought. Turns out the two had a lot in common. Inventive dreams and a similar wonder that reflected in Her Boy’s eyes. If even brighter in his passions. Like the sun smiling down on them. She even managed to sneak looks into the smithy or into the spare journals Jayce had lying around. His work and blueprints were inspired. She also had to admit that he was very caring. However, she still couldn’t help but keep her guard up slightly. ‘You can never be too cautious of Pilties.’ She though. Remembering those words from her past life. ‘Plus, he’s been around My Boy longer than I have. Yet he demands more? It’s not fair! It’s MY turn for time with him!!!’ Yes, she admits she was a little jealous, but she felt she deserved to make up for lost time. If that meant tolerating Jayce’s presence and attempts at bonding? So be it.

There was another reason she was so clingy with Her Boy and their time spent together. With him back up and about, Rio began thinking that it was about time to go back up the river to her home. The seasons were slowly changing, and she’d had to prepare soon. But she didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye first this time. Nor did she want to make them worried by disappearing too soon.

Though, she might need to leave sooner despite that, given the sound she heard coming from the path up the hill. It wasn’t that unusual for the two men in the cabin to have people travel to them from the village. Usually to seek their services, check on orders, or to deliver items to them. Most of the time, Rio would hide as to avoid unwanted attention. Spying from a distance from either the safety of the pond or from under the patio furniture. Sometimes she was spotted, and whenever someone tried to get to close, either Viktor or Jayce would explain who she was and tell the visitors to keep their distance as she was uncomfortable with strangers. Most would respect the warnings, others required a hiss or a warning nip to respect her space. However, there was one person who seemed persistent. Someone that put her on edge in a way she hadn’t felt in a while, and who Jayce and Viktor would keep an eye on to insure nothing happened. That person……was coming up the path at that moment.

Rio moved under Viktor’s preferred chair in an effort to hide, already feeling the familiar friend that was dread. He was about the same size as Jayce, if smaller. More lean and muscular though. His dark brown hair swept back in a low ponytail, eyes an icy blue and an air of smugness around him. Someone who flaunted themselves, believing they were the center of the world and no one else mattered much. A local hunter’s son, if memory served. And when he first saw her, he seemed to latch on to the idea of claiming her as another trophy. Even asking to buy her! It sent chills through her.

Jayce was working with the doors to the forge open, hammering horseshoes when he glanced up to see who was approaching. He was forced to bite back a groan as he went into “business” mode. False smile and all.

“Dimitri…..here for those repaired traps?”

Jayce never really liked Dimitri, who reminded him too much of himself back in the past. The Council member who flaunted their seemed success at the cost of others. When they first came down to the village, Viktor had caught the hunter’s eye. And from that point had immediately began trying to court him. Flowers, smooth talk, gifts that showed no respect for his partner, thinking he was just another pretty face without a true brain. It was maddening to say the least. Taking a stern warning from Viktor that he was already spoken for that Dimitri had finally backed off. Paling slightly at the fierce look Jayce gave him over his partner’s shoulder, mumbling a poor joke about the two dating or being married. Neither of the two were impressed. Nor had the mental capacity to feel flustered at the implications. He was infamous in the village, as many of the residents would warn the two after Dimitri skulled off. A known bragger and flirt, who only cared about getting what he wanted – be it a trophy from hunting or the attention of someone sworn to another. The more they interacted, the more they became cautious and annoyed at Dimitri’s behavior. Choosing to only interact with him when needed, such as repairing his metal game traps or arrow heads when needed. Sometimes Jayce thinks he breaks them on purpose just to annoy him with his presence. He even tried to barge in the cabin when news of Viktor falling ill passed around, claiming a “friendly visit”, but was more a ploy to try and woo the poor man. The pesky bastard! Jayce once thought. It only got worse when he spotted Rio one day. Sitting in Viktor’s lap on his chair on the deck while discussing more trap repairs.

“Such a fine little creature!” Dimitri exclaimed.

Viktor had pulled Rio close to protect her as he got closer, a dangerous glint in his eye that neither of them liked. “Such an exotic beauty….wherever did you acquire such a grand and beautiful animal?”

“She’s actually wild.” Viktor countered, not wanting to give too much away. “She’s only friendly to me and Jayce, so I suggest stepping back. Unless you want to get bit.” Rio hissed as to confirm Viktor’s warning, tail tip curling in that familiar defense status. When Dimitri further ignored the warning – even talking about buying her and spouting prices – Rio made good on her threat before Viktor abruptly stood and placed her inside. Shutting the door with an air of finality, he glared at the man with silent furry as Dimitri shook his hand out from the pain of getting bit. He had sheepishly retreated later after being chewed out by Viktor and under Jayce’s glares. While he kept some distance after that, it didn’t stop the malicious, calculating stares he would shoot Rio’s way whenever he spotted her. The very similar look that Jayce saw on Dimitri now as he set his work down, eyeing the sack in his belt. Making a note not to let him out of his sight should he try something. Rio is very important to Viktor, so she’s important to me. Jayce vowed.

“Ah yes! Astute as always Jayce. I would expect nothing less from our trusted blacksmith.” A clear display of flattery to let guards down. He always had a knack for charming anyone. Thinking himself charming as he was strong and cunning. Though it never seemed to work on Jayce and Viktor. The two always seeming to see right through him, especially Jayce. Having to resort to patience and time to eventually get what he wanted. Afterall, Dimitri wasn’t the best hunter in the village for nothing. He would always get his prize, no matter the cost. His prize this time being the creature currently hiding on the deck of the cabin. It’s eyes squinting at him in suspicion. The minute he laid eyes on the pretty thing, he became captivated. He could also think of multiple ways to profit from it. While he could shoot the lizard-thing down and made part of his collection, it would be worth much more alive. Possibly sitting on the lap of some rich lord, a golden collar adorning it’s neck fastened by a diamond chain. He could imagine it as clearly as he could imagine the kind of reward he could get from such a trade. Such a shame that someone else found it first and refuses to consider selling them. While he could understand the supposed bond Viktor shared with the creature – much like he with his hunting dogs – the fact that they’re still considered wild meant to him that they could still be fair game. He only needed to create an opportunity.

“Say Jayce. If I may ask, could I possibly fill my water skin while you gather my items?” Dmitri asked. Jayce, who had turned from his bench a moment to wipe his brow of sweat, suddenly looked at him with a cautious look. The nearest source was a spicket that he installed on the side of the cabin while fixing the pipe work and water tank. Too close to Rio for something bad to happen. And with his bad leg acting up despite his brace, he didn’t know if he could move fast enough to help. Jayce hated it, and decided to intervene with the choice. “Oh, please. Allow me. I know exactly where I put the traps, so it would only be a second. Then I can fill the skin for you while you inspect them.”  Dimitri’s eye softly twitched. “Oh…..well…by all means. I’d hate to take advantage of your wonderful customer service, but if you insist…”

What happened next seemed to move in slow motion. A situation Rio feared the more she watched the scene unfold. The moment Jayce turned to collect the items in the smithy, Dimitri had slowly moved out of view behind the open door……….Before detaching the sack from his belt and making a beeline for her. His patience had worn thin, and decided to act with the minor distraction. Knowing Jayce couldn’t keep up with his bad leg. She let out a shrill cry as he got close, dodging under the railing and around the back to get a head start when he swiftly tried to swing the open sack down. Jayce heard her cry, quickly running to the door to see Dimitri chasing Rio with the sack. “Oh, you DID NOT JUST TRY THAT!!!!!” Immediately springing to action, willing himself to chase them down. When Dimitri managed to tackle Rio to shove her in the sack, Jayce barreled into the man’s side. Rio managed to shake off the sack and flee while the two men got into a fist fight.

‘Forgive me, sweet Boy! But I can’t stay here! It’s not safe anymore!’ A tear falling as she ran as fast as possible into the woods. Loosing track of the trail as she ran.

While Dimitri was made strong from years of living in the wilderness, Jayce was made stronger from the forge, shaping metal and working with Hex Tech. His will made stronger from his time surviving months in an apocalypse-stricken world and the war that followed. After the first hit from forge warmed fists, Dimitri suddenly realized he was outmatched as the man above pinned him on his back. Each punch to the face like a hammer meeting metal. Fear pierced him, seeing the wild look in the man’s eyes, realizing he intended to kill him. Fear had never meant much to him in the past, but now, it petrified him. He braced to die.

The fight only stopped when someone called out behind him. “WHAT is going ON HERE?” Jayce paused his swings, looking behind him to see Viktor returning. One of the local farmers accompanying him with baskets in their arms. Concern on both of their faces. Jayce forcefully shoved the hunter to the ground in warning as he rose to meet Viktor. His knee throbbing in protest from all the sudden movement. “Rio’s gone! Dimitri tried to sack her and run!” Jayce quickly explained between heavy breaths. Viktor became horrified. “WHAT?!?!?” He quickly looked around after seeing the man in a heap behind Jayce. Face beginning to swell from the punches, an eye forcing close and turning black, groaning in pain and nose bloody. “I managed to stop him, but Rio ran off into the woods while we were fighting. She must be badly spooked and not sure where she’s going now.” Viktor glanced to the tree line after hearing that. Worry and dread mixing in his stomach as he took a few steps forward and began to call for Rio. Begging her to come back as tears welled in his eyes as he neared closer. But no matter how much he called, Rio didn’t return. Jayce gently came up behind him, gently wrapping Viktor in his arms as his tears silently fell. “Don’t worry V. We’ll find her. I promise we’ll find her and make sure she’s okay.” Viktor could only gently place his hand on his partner’s arms in acknowledgement, knowing and hoping they could find her soon.

He closed his eyes for a moment, but when they opened…….they crackled with an Arcane fueled furry. Pupils beginning to glow a dangerous red-ringed white. Clenching his fists as he turned out of Jayce’s hug to face Dmitri trying to sit up. He stalked toward the man, energy crackling and arching from his markings as he approached. Dimitri saw the lean man coming and immediately scrambled up to begin pleading with the mage he had angered. “Viktor!......Please…Allow me to expla-“ He didn’t get to finish. An arch of Arcane lighting flew at him, barely missing. Distracting him before the shorter man’s staff came flying and cracked against his head. Forcing him to his knees once more. He was then grabbed by his collar and brought in close to the furious man. Anger radiated from him in a dangerous set of flashes, like the full wrath of a thunderstorm bearing down on the man in full force.

 “I DON’T CARE WHAT EXUSES YOU HAVE FOR THIS!!!” His voice echoing like a deep chest filled bellow. “RIO WAS MY PRECIOUS FRIEND!!! IF ANYTHING BAD HAPPENS TO HER BECAUSE OF YOU…. I WILL PERSONALLY DISPOSE OF YOU MYSELF!!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND!!!!!” It was the gentle feel of Jayce’s hand on his shoulder that snapped him out of his trance. “Viktor! That’s enough. He’s learned his lesson for now. We need to focus on finding Rio. He’s not worth it right now.” Blinking once at Jayce, Viktor’s eyes returned to normal. The glow of his markings dying down. Turning to face the man still in his grasp, taking in his battered and pathetic appearance. He released his grip, letting the injured man fall ungracefully to the ground before trying to scurry away. The farmer that helped Viktor up the hill looked on at the scene with careful neutrality. Shaking his head in disappointment as he harshly grasped the injured man’s arm and hoisting him up to help him down the hill. The latest escapade about the arrogant hunter absolutely to be spread around the village.

With the hunter gone, the two men began to focus their attention back to finding their lost friend.

 

They had been searching for Rio for what felt like hours now. The sun beginning to set and the forest growing dark. They stayed in view of the trail as much as possible, calling out for the Wave Rider in hopes of a response. A chirp, a rustle, anything to signify that she was there. They even managed to make it to Rio’s grove, but no matter how much they searched there was no sign of her. With each passing moment, Jayce could see Viktor loosing hope. Eventually, Jayce had to suggest that they call it quits for today and pick up the search tomorrow. Viktor could only solemnly nod his head and begin back down the trail. Backtracking the way they came. The lantern’s they brought with them now having to light their way as they traveled as it continued to darken. While Viktor had temporarily given up, Jayce kept his head on a swivel, looking for any signs they missed. A sudden glint of gold caught his attention. Jayce turned his lantern about, catching the glint again. Stepping closer into the thicket, he realized he found something.

“Vik! Over here! I think I found a scale.” Viktor immediately turned back behind him. Seeing where his partner was crouched, gently turning a gold lined scale between his fingers. He quickly joined him, taking the scale to examine and confirming it was Rio’s. A closer look with two lanterns revealed a trail in the undergrowth. Not wanting to lose the trail, they began cautiously marking the trees around them. Calling as they did so, until the trail began to grow cold. Seemingly disappearing altogether. Disappointment clouded them, but at least they had a starting point to follow now. “Don’t worry V. We’re close, I can feel it.” Jayce softly said. As they turned to return home for the night, a sudden snap filled the silence.

Crrriiiiiiccckkkk……..

Both of them stopped, cautiously listening for where the sound came from. Trying to figure out if  the sound came from an animal or something else. The sound came again…..from under Jayce’s feet.

CRRRRAAAAACCCCKKKKK!!!!!!

Before they could react, the ground suddenly gave way, his stomach dropping in the all too familiar feeling of freefall. Viktor reached out to him, but missed his hand, screaming out for him. The last thing he saw was his partner’s face twisting in his growing horror.

 

“JAYCE!!!!!”

 

In her panic to get away, Rio had gotten lost. The undergrowth scratching against her scales as she continued running. Vering of the path for a moment….before falling into an old pit trap. It had been quite the tumble down into the old riverbed at the bottom of the short cliff. Landing on the sandy bottom with a hard thump. She righted herself before trying to stand, only to fall back on her belly as one of her legs gave out. Pain shot up the limb as she realized one of her front paws had been twisted and injured in the fall. ‘Aw great. Now what am I going to do?’ She pondered. Without anything else to do, she could only wait in a small burrow in the cliff side until her paw healed. As the hours passed, day turning into night, her thoughts once again turned to Her Boy. She already missed him, and the guilt of not being able to say goodbye again clouded her thoughts. He must be so worried again. Not knowing where I am……Why does this always happen? She also began to think of Jayce, how he threw himself on that horrible person to let her get away. How he fought for her, how he tried to win her over. Slowly, her jealousy over the man faded, and she found herself regretful of not appreciating him fully. I guess some Pilties are worth trusting after all…..like Jayce.

As the sky began to darken, she suddenly heard something. Something big, and it was coming closer. Thumping and tumbling down toward her. She braced herself in her hiding spot, and when the thing finally landed with a painful yelp, she recognized the voice. ‘Jayce?’ It was Jayce, rolling in pain, clutching his bad leg. ‘He must have fell in the trap like I did.’ When the groans faded into pain filled panting, she dared to peak out to see if he was okay.

He wasn’t okay…….

He was the opposite of okay…

His gaze clouded over, eyes scanning his surroundings frantically. Futilely clawing at the loose soil of the cliff side in an attempt to escape. When that failed, he twisted harshly to put his back against it instead, jolting his reinjured leg. While his brace helped to hold it in place this time, it seemed clear his tumble down had re-opened the old wound. His breathing got faster, clutching his chest and leg while silently pleading that it wasn’t real, that it wasn’t happening. Eyes squeezing shut in pain and anguish as he struggled to breath. Rio knew immediately what was happening. She had seen it multiple times with Her Boy when he was younger. It was a full-blown panic attack. She limped over as quickly as possible, knowing that she had to calm him down before he got hurt worse. Once closer, she gently climbed up to his side, chirping in concern to get his attention and ground him.

‘Jayce. Please look at me! What’s wrong?’

He didn’t seem to notice her as she crawled to his other side. Still hyperventilating and eyes closed. A pained and distraught look twisting his face. Flinching away as if burned. Rio didn’t know what else to do.  Looking around frantically, trying to figure out what else to do. Finally, she glanced at Jayce one last time before laying herself across his lap. Breathing slowly while gently purring. Closing her eyes and praying it worked to ground the panicking man.

All Jayce could see was the blank faces of decayed doll-like machines lurching after him. The sickening drop into the ravine, the pain of his hammer smashing his leg and the harsh landing. The pain of resetting the shattered bone, the ache of the infection. The feeling of being trapped and unable to escape this time. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think straight. He failed, and he was going to die here again……not again…….he can’t. Unable to focus on anything but the fear and pain and darkness………… A gentle weight spread across his lap. Soft and warm. It served to start grounding him again, despite not knowing what it was. Flinching away in fear it was something trying to hurt him further. The sound of a slow but strong purr broke through the fog of the memories, and he found himself beginning to breathe normally again. Slowly, but surely. His hand gently lifted and felt the source of this comfort. The feel of smooth skin rumbling beneath his palm helped ground him further. After another much needed breath, he opened his eyes and looked down. A pair of soft brown eyes opening greeted him, a look of gentle concern upon a white and pink face.

Rio.

Rio had found him.

“Hey……There you are.” He croaked. “We’ve been worried sick looking for you.” He gently continued petting her. Her focus solely on him. Taking in his surroundings now that his mind was calmer, he realized what had happened. He knew this place from the other hunters and trappers in town. An old pit trap that lead to an empty river that was set up to catch problematic bears in the area. A way to scare them off. Rio must had fallen in like he did. Pain radiated through his leg again, and he feared he broke it permanently this time. Even the slightest shift sent pain shooting up the limb in a sickly familiar way. It threatened to send him reeling again as he attempted to straighten the limb. Thankfully, Rios purring and warm weight that shifted to his chest helped to keep him grounded further. Following the slow feeling of Rio’s breathing, fully coming to his senses. He held Rio close as he sat up a little straighter and took stock of their surroundings. His lantern had smashed apart during the tumble down. A problem that was getting worse as the world around began to get darker. The cool of night creeping closer. Jayce could only hope Viktor went to get help.

Rio suddenly gave out a sudden little hiss as he moved her. “Oh! Sorry! Sorry, sorry… Are you okay, pretty girl?” Jayce squinted in the dim light to see Rio better. Gently feeling over her body for injuries, he could only feel a few scrapes and bruising at first before carefully moving to her limbs. That’s when she flinched, and Jayce found her twisted paw. Rio tried to distract herself as Jayce looked at her paw, deciding to look at his face instead. What she saw left her feeling speechless. Despite his own pain, his face showed nothing but concern for her. For her pain, her wellbeing. Cooing down at her with a gentle voice that spoke of his level of care for her. That was the final piece she needed to understand. The reason Her Boy and Jayce were so close. This man might be slightly naive, but his heart was pure and good. His only concerns being of those around him. It reminded her of Her Boy in so many ways. It was that moment that she decided. For the second time in her lives, she decided to take someone new under her wing. And just like with Viktor, she also vowed to care for this man just as much. As she felt safer and content, something began to happen. It started as a small flicker, but soon spread throughout her body. Jayce stared in awe as Rio began to glow, brighter and brighter. A beacon in the dim twilight.

This beacon wouldn’t be left unfound for long. As Jayce was lost in the beauty of Rio’s bioluminescence, they both nearly missed the sound of people calling out for them. Looking up the cliff, they saw the glow of lanterns and torches cutting through the dark. It was a rescue party, coming to find them. Jayce immediately sprang into action, calling out to the party to alert them of their position. Viktor was the first face to greet them over the ledge. Tears of relief falling from his eyes as their gazes met. Soon enough it seemed the whole village had made their way down to the stranded pair. It seemed after Jayce’s fall, Viktor had rushed back to the cabin trail to get help, only to see a whole group of folks coming up the trail to them. It seemed Viktor’s display of anger had been seen all the way down the hill. And when the farmer returned with a beaten Dimitri in tow, the whole story came to light, leading to a large group of their supporters gathering lanterns and supplies before working up to the cabin to help. Jayce was helped up by the local wood carver and butcher to his feet as Viktor stumbled his way to them. Grasping Jayce’s face in his hands, looking him over to assess the damage before leaning in to desperately kiss him. Crying all the while. “We really need to stop doing such reckless things.” He said weepily. Jayce could only smile in agreement before gently passing Rio over to him while explaining her injuries. Once everything and everyone was accounted for, the group slowly made their way back up a path onto the main trail before returning the trio home. The inn keeper’s husband soon wished them good evening after helping cook a meal and get Jayce into bed. Promising to send the healer first thing in the morning as she was otherwise……occupied with a certain someone. Viktor thanked everyone profusely before sending them off and closing the door. Going about the nightly routine of locking things down before heading to the bedroom. A kettle of a pain-relieving herbal tea to give to Jayce to help him through the night. Along with some bandages for Rio’s paw until she can be seen as well. When he entered the bedroom, he paused. Heart melting at the sight that greeted him.

Jayce, lightly dozing, blanket pulled to his chest. His injured leg propped up on spare pillows, and Rio cuddling against him. Softly purring as Jayce’s hand ran gently against down her back. Eyes closed in contentment. Blinking open slowly to look at him before nuzzling closer to the exhausted man. It seemed his little friend had finally opened her heart to his partner. After giving the tea and first aid, Viktor carefully slid into bed beside them. Curling into Jayce’s side and wrapping them in his arms. Rio, for once, didn’t try to wedge in between them. Instead, she draped herself across the top of them both. Getting comfortable in the available space between them in a way that allowed all of them to equally be held.

 

Once she felt their breathing even out into deep slumber, Rio gently stirred. Giving gentle kisses against each of her beloved Boys’s cheeks as they slept.

‘Sweet dreams my sweet Boy.’ Kissing Viktor before moving to Jayce.

‘Rest well….my Brave One.’ Being gentle to avoid disturbing the injured man.

Settling down once more, she followed Her Boys into sleep. All tired from the crazy day they had. The moon and stars shining upon them.

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Chapter 7: Weathering Storms

Notes:

Apologies for the lateness of this chapter, folks!
I was on vacation and away from the computer, so I couldn't write. I'm also getting back into the swing of work, so I can only write and post on my days off. Updates should be expectedly unscheduled at this point, but I'll try to keep up. I wanted to add more to this chapter, but it felt like it was getting too long, so the little surprise I was planning will have to be the next chapter. No point in fighting it if it doesn't want to be wrote that way. I'm also not a doctor, so medical inaccuracies are bound to be abundant. I had to do quite a bit of research to get details right.
Enjoy!!

The following days were a blur of activity. Rio decided to stick around a little longer, especially sticking to Jayce as he recovered from the fall. Becoming a much-needed presence for his mental state as of late. Soothing him in needed ways whenever Viktor wasn’t around to. And at this point, he needed all the support he could get.

 

When the healer, Ivy, visited the next day – the damage had unfortunately been worse than they thought. When Jayce broke his leg the first time, it should never have been able to support him the way it did. Brace or not. The bone hadn’t just broke…..it shattered. It was only by whatever miracle or curse the Arcane infection that swarmed the wound after that the bone shards had fused back together to allow him to walk or stand at all. Given time and aid, the fused shards would have healed just enough to allow him to stand like normal. Unfortunately, the fall had done it’s damage to the fragile nature of the bonds between them. The shards had broken loose once more, and were dangerously close to cutting the main blood veins in his leg, as well as shredding the remaining nerves. The infection had resurfaced as well, causing the poor man to break out in a fever that morning. The Arcane causing the infection to become unpredictable and savage. The trio listened in grim understanding. Rio purring on Jayce’s chest in an effort to comfort him. In the end, the only option going forward was clear……… Jayce would have to lose the damaged part of his leg. “How you’ve managed to keep that leg for so long is beyond me, Jayce.” She said concerned. Jayce could only chuckle weakly while Viktor fondly shook his head.

They had to wait another day or two in order to do so, however. Despite Ivy’s extensive knowledge of healing and medicine, she was still slightly inexperienced with medical procedures such as this. Deciding to call on an old mentor of hers from her time traveling Runeterra while studying medicine. Turns out, she had originally started her studies in one of the major cities. When she hit roadblocks in her studies, she began traveling to expand her viewpoints. Taken on by multiple experienced mentors as she learned under them. Even learning how to care for certain animals as much as their human owners, so was able to treat Rio’s sprain while giving Viktor specific instructions on how to care for Jayce until the one mentor she trusted to help with the amputation arrived. Medicine for the fever and pains, cool water and soaked rags to keep Jayce comfortable. And his own set of crutches and a splint to keep the leg still and the weight off while he moved. However, he didn’t move much while under the fever’s influence. Just into the main living area, the bathroom, the bedroom and back. Rio following a pace behind always, a slight limp in her walk while she herself healed. The sight bringing a much-needed chuckle to the two. Viktor also had to rely more on the village for help as Jayce was cared for. The wood carver provided the crutches and materials for the splint for Viktor to craft, while the local ladies group would visit to provide food or materials and also helping with errands. Cooing over the two and their little guest all the while.

 

It was through them that the gossip about Dimitri finally got back to them. Seems his last ‘escapade’ had sealed his fate as the town’s new laughingstock. Thoroughly chewed out by Ivy while being treated before his father got ahold of him and chewed him out even more. Until this point, his father had been barely tolerating his son’s selfish behavior. Giving him stern warnings and even having to drag him out of fights Dimitri had started. While he praised his son for his skills, he was downright baffled and confused as to how this arrogant personality came to be. Wondering exactly where he and his wife went wrong raising him. When had his son let praise and compliments get to his head when they tried to raise him to be humble. This final incident had finally worn on the old mountain man’s patience. Thoroughly expressing his disappointment and he gave him an ultimatum. Either learn from his mistakes and cease his horrible attitude, or face the wrath of the mountains on his own. Cut out of the family and banished from the village for the rest of his days. Needless to say, the arrogant hunter wouldn’t be bothering them anytime soon. His face still swollen and eye black from the beating he received from the beloved blacksmith. “Quiet as a mouse, that one became.” The baker said as the group helped with cleaning the cabin. “Serves him right, I’d say.” Agreed the wife of one of the local cattle herders. “He needed to be knocked down a few pegs. Hopefully this time the warning sticks with him.” Rio and Viktor shared a look as they silently agreed. Just glad that this whole debacle could be left behind now. Deciding to focus on Jayce instead while fending off inquiries about when the two men would get married soon.

 

The days passed, and soon Ivy’s mentor arrived to help with the amputation. By then, the fever had calmed, and the infection cleared enough for them to be confident enough to proceed. Rio had decided to hide under the bed while they worked. Wanting to stay close while avoiding more people. When Viktor and Jayce met the healer, they both seemed surprised at who they greeted. His name was Ralius. The man seemed to be Noxian in origin, having trained in medicine by treating soldiers from the battlefield or training grounds. Most choosing to remove limbs to eventually return to battle than call it quits and abandon the fight. Despite that, he was a rather kindly man with greying hair and a calming demeanor that helped put his patients at ease. Possibly leading to his banishment from the harsh empire. It made them wonder if they knew about Mel or the Medarda Clan? Or even any news about what had happened to the former Counsil woman after the battle of Piltover? Such questions, however, would have to wait until after the amputation.

While Ivy and Ralius would work on the main operation, Viktor would stand by to help monitor Jayce while he was under. Providing any insights he could with whatever knowledge of physiology he had while keeping track of Jayce’s condition so medication and sedation can be adjusted as they worked. Holding his hand and checking his pulse as they removed the bone shards and further assessed the damage. Hours seemingly passed before the last of the veins and flesh were snipped and sewn shut. Basins of warm water changed every minute or so as the water turned from clear to red. Old and ragged cloth serving as protection for the mattress below, swapped as needed once they darkened from stray bleeding. Having to pull some skin from what remained of his calf forward to seal the stump that now rested just below Jayce’s knee. Some moments were touch-and-go as Jayce would give a small flinch or a small gasp as he breathed. Rio emerged when she heard them wrapping up the stump and cleaning their equipment. Sniffing the area cautiously before settling by Her Brave One’s side to wait for him to wake up. Viktor and the healers just outside the bedroom door while waiting for Jayce to wake up. Viktor thanking them profusely for their help while the kind man said not to think much of it. “When I got that letter from one of my prized students requesting my help, I couldn’t refuse to. Not only to help her, but such bright young men who treat her well.” Ralius said with a soft look. Patting the overwhelmed man on the shoulder with care. Ivy had blushed slightly, and Viktor offered them something to drink and snack on while they watched over Jayce. Trading stories and insight for the man’s future prosthetics over tea until they heard Jayce groan.

Rio immediately alerted the others with a soft shrill, gently kissing Jayce’s cheek as he opened his eyes. Returning to the world after feeling he had been hit with his Mercury Hammer full force in the head. Once he seemed more aware of his surroundings, the healers had decided to leave after confirming the care instructions before promising to return the next day to check on them. Ralius choosing to stay a short while to help monitor Jayce’s progress. Viktor had offered for them to stay. Offering a spare room to rest in so that he might be closer. Yet Ralius declined, not wanting to bother the two more than needed. Believing in Viktor’s knowledge and abilities to help.

“Besides, the first few days will require him to be bed-bound while he regains some strength. He’ll also be out of sorts from the pain killers I’ve provided, so better to be around familiar faces until it wears off.” He explained.

“Very well. I will be sure to send word sooner if anything happens then.” Viktor sighed. He was still nervous as he sent them off. In the past, when it came to his own health, he learned to adapt quickly. Every ache, every new prognosis, he would take in strides and adapt as needed. When it came to others around him, however, he couldn’t help but feel the nervousness that itched its way up his spine. His parents, colleagues he was tolerable of, even members of his commune when they first approached him in search of his misguided help. It was a feeling that followed them to this place, sometimes flaring even worse whenever something happened to either of them. Especially in the first two years of living here. Leaving him wringing his hands or picking at loose threads of this shirts or pants. Rio’s gentle churring broke him out of his stupor. Gazing up at him as she rubbed against the side of his leg. He smiled softly at her, petting her head before turning to prepare a light dinner for them. Deciding to occupy his fidgeting hands with something more productive. When Jayce woke again, Viktor was sitting near his side, a bowl of gently steaming soup in hand. He helped adjust the pillows up so Jayce could sit up and eat. It also allowed him to see the new state of his leg. Seeing a stump where a leg use to be was a jarring sight that he would have to get used to.

That’s the pattern they found themselves in for the following weeks. Follow up appointments with Ivy and Ralius to check on Jayce’s progress. Daily to twice a week. Then to once a week, then every second week until 8 weeks had passed. Not just for Jayce physically, but mentally as well. The phantom pains from the surgery seemed to trigger parts of his PTSD, causing nightmares and small panic attacks that would interrupt his rest. While Viktor helped where he could, calming Jayce down became mostly Rio’s task. Using her weight to keep Her Brave One grounded while she released soft sounds of comfort. Becoming glued to Jayce’s side whenever Viktor wasn’t around, even allowing him to cuddle close in his arms while napping through the pain. That combined with Ralius’s experience helping warriors suffering from the same mental illness began to help greatly. Though, there were moments that were worse than others. Where the only thing that could be done was to sit in silence until he felt ready to return to them. It was advice they continued to keep even after Ralius had to leave. Ivy promising to keep him updated and to write often.

Viktor had managed to pull the older healer aside during those spaced visits to ask questions. About anything about Mel or the status of Piltover and Zaun after the battle. While Ralius was shocked at first to learn of the two’s involvement in what happened, he readily told the young mage anything he knew after seeing the sad yet longing look in his eyes. Piltover still stood, though the rebuilding process had been slow. The twin cities had entered a fragile truce, Zaun offering workers for recognition while Piltover supplied what was needed both in the repairs of the city and their people’s relations. Years of hatred and prejudice where slowly healing as the cities worked to repair what was broken. It was a shock to Viktor, just as much a shock to learn just how far they were from Piltover. Only a two-to-four-month journey without the help of the now defuncted Hex Gates. They had landed in the mountain range between Kilgrove and Nockmirch. Far enough from them to be isolated, but close enough for the village to gain trade goods beyond what they can produce. The last thing Ralius told him before departing in sworn secrecy was that the Last of the Medarda Clan was returning to Noxus to reclaim her family’s honor among the ruling houses. When Viktor later told Jayce, they had to take some time to process everything. It was – jarring – to say the least. Just how close yet so far from home they were. While Jayce feared Viktor still wanting to send him away, Viktor quickly reassured that it was no longer the case.

“While I had thought about it a little more, I’ve soon come to accept that we are stuck with each other.” He explained while laying with Jayce that night on the old couch in front of the hearth. Brushing his partner’s hair through his fingers. “I couldn’t send you away if I still wanted to. You’d find me again and cling tighter than before.”

“Yeah.” Jayce chucked. “I probably would…..while also cursing you out for it.”

Rio could only watch in fondness at her silly boys.

 

As summer wore on, the seasons slowly showing signs of changing to Autum, Rio also showed signs of growth. Now about the size of the local sheep herder’s work dog, she had to be more careful of how she moved about the cabin. While Viktor had theorized that it was Rio’s natural growth, Jayce had jokingly suggested it was because of all the treats they gave her from Viktor’s growing garden. This earned him a playful nip on the arm as she lounged with the two men on the porch. Her increase in size had also lend to other tasks. Helping carry items around and even fetching or collecting items the two men needed. Like their canes and crutches or loads of produce harvested and sent to be traded.

 Jayce had thankfully made an excellent recovery, moving on to physical therapy in preparation for his prosthetics. They had taken measurements before the operation so that the then rotting limb could be properly disposed of. Rio providing her excellent digging skills to bury it deep in the earth a good distance away to avoid drawing in anything attracted to the smell. Though Ralius had taken a sample of the scarred part of the flesh to further study upon returning home. With both Viktor and Jayce’s permission, of course. Far be it from them to stall scientific curiosity.

The trio where relaxing on the porch that day, Rio stretched between the two while they discussed materials to use for his new leg. Comparing metal combinations and debating what woods to commission the wood carver for to serve as false feet. While Viktor was working on repairs for the postal master’s pocket watches, Jayce had slowly taken on small smith jobs. Jobs that allowed him to work outside the forge until he could stand again. Like gears or small metal works. As Rio listened to Her Boy’s talk and work, her head fins suddenly twitched. She raised her head while letting out a questioning chirp as she turned her head to the horizon. The two had learned to pick up on Rio’s bodily cues when it came to the changes in the weather. Learning what each twitch of her head fins meant. Which way her head tilted. It would seem that another storm was rolling in. Another big one. The first few years of living here had shown them that the end of summer was rung in by one final large storm before autumn followed in behind. Before Rio, it was a struggle to figure out exactly when the storm would hit, but now, she served as an early warning system. She glanced back at the two men, and they realized that she was telling them to prepare. They moved quickly to put up their storm shutters and take stock of supplies. These storms could last for days with only small breaks of softer rainfall before the winds picked up once more. Just as the breeze began to slowly pick up speed, Viktor decided to make a quick run to the village for remaining supplies while warning the villagers of the incoming storms. He glanced at Jayce and Rio by the hearth, promising to return quickly before leaving out the door.

The two tried to occupy the time as they waited. Rio glanced over the multiple drafts of designs for Jayce’s leg while Jayce muttered to himself. Adding a log to the small fire in the hearth as the air slightly began to chill. The cabin creaked and groaned with the wind as the slight sound of rain tinning against the roof from time to time. Not the full storm yet, but just the beginning. Jayce eventually let out a tired sigh and sat back in his chair. His gaze turning to his stump. “I think I finally found a good choice. Yet…….I can’t help but think-” Rio glanced at him as he talked. Giving him a curious look, asking him to continue as she got closer. Jayce petted her as he reminisced. “I know how dangerous Hex Tech can be. Yet….I can’t help but wonder if I can incorporate it into this leg….” It had been some time since Jayce reminisced on their Hextech projects. Not the ones that became priorities after the Gates where built, but the ones that got shelved because of the Counsil. The ones that Viktor and he where sure to change the lives of those in the Undercity. However, once he experienced that dead world and saw the dangers his ‘dream’ had brought, he pushed all of it out of mind. Not daring to even bring up the topic after arriving in this place. Now though, with his leg gone, he started to wonder slightly. Though, without access to the proper materials, it would remain a fantasy. Besides…..he had other things to think about…….

Rio had heard of Her Boys’s ambitions with using the Arcane to power certain machines. Even ideas of prosthetics and air filters. She had heard the good it did, but also the bad and ugly that later came from it. It was mostly from Viktor when they met again in her grove. Fascinated yet equally cautious of how powerful such small blue stones could be.

 

Wait….Glowing blue stones?

 

That seemed to give her an idea. But she had to wait for Jayce to retire to rest for the afternoon. He always seemed to get through storms easier while napping through it. Rio usually waited for times like this to quietly slip away to cool off in the nearby pond before returning to his side. This time, she had to find something before the storm got stronger. When Her Brave One finally decided to rest, Rio quietly slipped out the door and closed it behind her. With her bigger size, she was now easily able to open the door when she needed to go out by herself. The breeze was becoming a heavy gust by now, so she knew she had to be quick. Thankfully, she knew where she was going this time. And no traps to fall into this time either. She quickly slinked to the stream, diving in and traveled upward to her goal. It was no surprise whenever she brought back certain items. Sticks for the fire, river rocks or interesting plants for the garden. Even some small amounts of ores that Jayce could break down and use for his works. What she was after this time, however, was much different. It took about an hour to find what she needed and return. By then, the storm was starting to build. The drops of rain growing more frequent and larger. While walking up to the door, she noticed that Viktor wasn’t quite back yet. Slipping inside, she worked her way to the bedroom. Jayce was laying down, but didn’t seem to be fully asleep like she thought. Flickers of pain crossed his face, his eyes suggesting he was lost in thought. His stump-leg was propped up on a spare set of pillows. Gifts of apologies from Dimitri’s mother, who worked as a leather worker and seamstress. The occasional twitch of the remaining muscles gave the reason that Jayce was up. Phantom pains, though not severe, had roused him from his rest. Rio quickly placed her gift in a hidden corner she used as a personal storage before making her way up to him. She chirped to let him know she was near, but the lack of response suggested that it was one of those times. Times when her Brave One would disassociate into his mind. She knew to just be there, close and present until he came back to himself. Carefully nuzzling into his side and propping her head upon his lap. Purring softly as he slowly lifted his arm and rested it on her back. His eyes still glazed but seemingly more aware than he was, but still not quite back from where he had wandered to while she was gone.

 

The sound of the door opening signaled Viktor’s return. Thankfully keeping his promise just as the storm got worse. Sealing the door as he caught his breath, depositing his basket on the kitchen counter. He had been bogged down by gifts and supplies from the villagers after making his way down to warn about the storm. He took a moment to look around, taking note that neither Jayce nor Rio was where they were when he left. Gathering up loose schematics from the floor, he soon heard Rio softly chirping from their room. Walking in showed Rio tucked into his partner’s side, the lack of full awareness present until he slowly turned to look at Viktor in the door. The cloudy look in is eyes quietly saying what he needed.

 

I need you. Please?

 

The second Viktor made his way to the bed; Jayce gently crawled over to curled up on his lap. Head on Viktor’s thighs as he sat down, arms wrapped around him as he laid on his good side to keep his leg stump elevated. His breathing slightly shaky as Viktor petted his head. “Oh dearest. It’s okay, Jayce. It’ll be okay.” He gently cooed. Hoping his voice would help bring his partner back quicker. Rio pressed against her Brave One’s chest while continuing to softly rumble. The soft sound mixing harmoniously with Viktor’s soft humming.

The three stayed that way for a while, the gentle bubble of peace only slightly disrupted by the cracks of thunder and lightning as the storm bared down proper. Viktor reached out to Jayce’s leg, gently massaging it to help calm the tremors twitching through the scared flesh. Jayce slightly flinched at the contact before melting under the soothing feeling. His eyes, clearer now, turned up from looking at his partner’s stomach to look at his face. Tracing over the scaring along his cheeks and neck. His own hands softly rubbing against the backs of his companions. Viktor turned down to look at him as Rio softly kissed his arm. Sharing soft smiles between them, glad to see each other. “Hey” Jayce said groggily. Softly sighing as he sat up and repositioning to allow Viktor to better give him a massage. Butterfly kisses shared between the two all the while.

“Want to talk about where you went, while I was gone?” Viktor softly asked. Gently breaking the reverence while offering Jayce a chance to get his troubles off his chest. One of Ralius’s teachings while he was here. Jayce let out a heavy sigh, silently debating on whether he wanted to talk about it or not. Eventually, he decided to speak, holding Rio in his arms close before taking a deep breath. “I was…..just thinking about the past.” He began carefully. “About ma. About Piltover……about Hextech..” Viktor placed a hand on Jayce’s back as he talked. A quite reassurance that he could go on or stop when he wanted. His face neutral but eyes softly gleaming. “We didn’t know what would happen after the anomaly. I was….prepared to face our end together. The ultimate price for my foolish pursuits that doomed us. But now, after all this time…learning just how close to the past we still are, I’ve been thinking about it all again. All of our abandoned projects, the dreams we shared that night we first cracked it.” Jayce swallowed before he continued. Pulling Rio in closer on instinct, leading to a soft chuff. “I sometimes think of trying again. Wanting to start Hextech again in the way we wanted.” A pause, his eyes glazing over slightly. “but then…..the visions of that other world, the fear of how close we came to it….nearly loosing each other all over again……I couldn’t do it……I’m not making any sense am I?” No, it was making sense. In a way that was all too familiar to Viktor.

“A part of you is missing how it was in the past. Yes?”

Jayce noticed the pause in the hand on his leg. The slight tremble in the hand on his back as he looked at Viktor. His eyes now having that far off look as he gazed out the window. The rain causing rivets to cascade down the windowpanes. Viktor retracted his hand from Jayce’s back, looking down at the glinting scars in contemplation before continuing. “There is a part of me too….that misses parts of the past. Our work in the lab….my life in Zaun, sometimes…. But sometimes…………. I find myself thinking of the commune…the people I had helped with my newfound power at the time. The visions of Sky that served as my companion in the solitude of the Arcane. Smiling at me as I healed another suffering soul. Even now…I sometimes wish to use it again to help spare you of this pain.” He clenched his fist, shaking as he grounded himself before going back down that path. “But then I remember what I saw. The horrors you suffered through to stop me. And I become fearful of it all over again. Repeating mistakes.” He turned to his partner, relaxing his hand before softly cupping Jayce’s cheek. His eyes fluttering as Viktor stroked his bearded cheek. “It feels horrible, I know. But the one thing that helps keep these thoughts quiet….is remembering our bond. It is as that version of me said. ‘In all possibilities, only you.’ Right?” Their eyes locked, the light returning to them. “Yeah” Jayce agreed. “Inseparable, right?”

It was enough to put the bad thoughts out of their heads. Calming the storm inside them. Brushing foreheads before Rio decided that enough was enough. Wriggling out of Jayce’s grip before jumping down and making her way to the door. Glancing behind to the lovebirds still on the bed, chirping at them.

‘Alright you two! Continue the sweet-talk later. How about a warm dinner before bed?’

And so they followed. A warm meal cooked over the hearth while the storm continued outside. The final design of the new leg worked to completion as they ate. Simple but sturdy, for the moment. They could always do something more advanced later down the line. Rio watched in contentment as she too enjoyed the cooking scraps and fruit slices. Wishing that this would last forever, but knowing something would happen soon. Not just with her, but it seemed her Brave One was also planning beyond his leg. Whatever it was, she hoped to still be around to see it before winter.

 

She got a clue about it the next day, when his eyes widened at her hidden gift. Exactly what he needed……for a special surprise.

Notes:

What could the surprise be? (giddy chuckles)

anyone who reads JayVik is bound to guess where this is going. next chapter will be pure fluff!!

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Chapter 8: Vows of Forever

Notes:

Two chapters in one weekend! I was on a roll!!

Any who, here's the fluffiest chapter I think I've ever written!!

The storm drizzled out some days later. Intensifying every once in a while before softening once more. The sent of wet earth and the leaves beginning to change once it left.

The cabin was a quiet hum of gentle activity, the two men working on small projects to keep ahead on work while also occupying time. When the rains softened, either Viktor made his way to the village to do deliveries, or some made the slow journey to them. There was never lacking for supplies during that time. Rio also made leaps and bounds in her socializing. While Jayce was still on light duty until he could use a prosthetic, Rio had stepped up further than they thought possible. She would sometimes slip out with Viktor, not only to enjoy the rain, but also following him down to the village. Sticking to Her Boy’s side as they made their rounds. Recognizing a few familiar faces from the rescue party that time. Each time resulting in her carrying a basket or satchel back to the cabin. Sometimes greeting the folks who came with a somewhat friendly chirp. Slowly, she had become something of a village mascot. Adored by the village just as much as Her Boys. Usually having treats at hand or allowing small amounts of pets. It eventually gave the wood carver, Cedar, an idea to give her a little wagon she could pull while delivering the false feet and cuffs for Jayce’s prosthetic leg. It was absolutely adorable, Rio sniffing it carefully before chirping up at them. ‘This is for me?’ She questioned. Wagging her tail slightly at the thought of such a gift.

 I’d never really been given a gift like this before. Have I?

She vowed to cherish it for as long as possible.

The gaining of the wagon also helped with Jayce’s surprise plans. It had been something he had been planning for some time. Probably since they arrived in this place. While where or when wouldn’t be worried about until later, one thing was sure as they began to settle here. For the first few months here, it became quite obvious that these strangers to the village were rather attractive. While mostly chasing Jayce, Viktor also had his own set of suitors chasing him. Well, besides Dimitri. Most of Viktors suitors eventually gave up, but most of Jayce’s persisted, despite his polite declines to most dates. Wanting to focus on his partner, and the only one he seemed to have eyes for. It took a cool night during a village festival in the local inn to change that. They had been invited to join in the festivities, taking part in treats and drinks until the night grew long. Both had quite a bit to drink, the ale and cider crisp and flavorful. Viktor was able to hold his liquor far better than he was, though not quite like in the past. It was here, across the inn’s bar, that Jayce was once again cornered by a suitor. A young blonde gal, pretty in all the traditional ways. Emboldened by free-flowing liquor, and no longer taking the polite no’s and rejections that Jayce gave. Practically begging the handsome smith to marry her and make a wife out of her.

She wasn’t the only one made brave from the ale.

Viktor had been watching the display for far too long and finally decided to do something about it. Slamming his empty mug down to gain their attention before staking over and shoving the girl off Jayce. She stumbled back startled before turning her anger filled gaze to the one interrupting their moment. Before she could speak her ire, and before Jayce could wonder what had gotten into his partner, Viktor yanked him in close by the collar. Slamming his lips against his in a bold display of claiming. Kissing him hard and deep, causing Jayce’s eyes to widen before he slowly melted into the kiss. Pushing back just as fiercely before they pulled apart. Viktor with that searing look while he had the most blissed and dreamy daze ever. The message was clear even before Viktor spoke aloud. “Jayce is MY partner. No one else can have him. So BACK. OFF.” They called it a night after that and stumbled home. The hangover the next day severe, but nothing was regrated. Viktor’s possessiveness, Jayce’s acceptance of it, they both learned to accept it. Jayce even offering  to cement the mutual feelings in bed that morning. Leaving them blushing for days afterword.

Now though, it allowed Jayce to gather things he needed for his surprise for his partner. He had been working on it during times Viktor was away. Sneaking it about in the forge before bringing it into the house to work on further. He was nearly complete, but was missing something. It wasn’t until Rio brought what she had found before the storm that the pieces of the design finally clicked into place. Travelers often lost things in the river while traveling, and what she had found stunned him. A clump of crystals, while not glowing where just as blue and clear as the ones once used in Hextech. He was somewhat wary of them in his hand at first, but after not sensing any form of Arcane energy that he could tell, soon held them close and patted Rio in gratitude. He was able to complete what he was working on, and on days that Viktor helped him with walking around with his new leg, he would send Rio to the markets or specific shops with secret notes for what he needed. She always left with a firm nod of understanding before being hooked up and sent on her way. Succeeding every time and returning before Her Boy got suspicious.

Everything was in place now. Jayce had the strength to walk on his own, and finally felt ready. Rio was tasked with taking Viktor on a relaxing walk while he prepared for that night. The two enjoying their fun, hiking and gathering new samples from the undergrowth for Viktor’s further study. When it began to grow dark, they made their way back to the cabin. Rio chirping in excitement the whole while. Tugging on his cloak to encourage him to hurry. “Rio!” He chuckled. “What has gotten into you today? You and Jayce have been strange lately.” He had been noticing something going on with his partner and little friend for the past few days. His musings stopped when he noticed the sight ahead. A trail of lit paper lanterns lead from the door to the garden. It was beautiful in the pale light of twilight, stunning him to silence and Rio ran ahead. Back tracking a couple of times to make sure he was still following his wiggling friend. When he opened the gate, the softly gasped at what he found. Jayce had turned part of the garden under the fruit tree into a small, romantic stage. Lanterns hung from the branches, the stone path weaving through the greenery adorned with petals of red, pinks and whites. The time of day leading to the blinking of firelights bobbing to and fro. And at the center, was Jayce. Standing strong and looking calm, but his eyes reflecting the light around him in wonder. A small picnic of some of Viktor’s and Jayce’s favorites was laid on a blanket beneath them. Viktor chuckled as he got closer, enamored by the sight. “What’s all this then?” Jayce shrugged before taking his hand to pull him closer. “Just wanted to do something nice for us. Felt like we needed it.” They sat and enjoyed their food. The atmosphere soft and sweet as firelights danced around them and the lanterns glowed. They eventually finished with a glass of local wine, enjoying the night as it grew softer. The whole time however, Viktor couldn’t help but notice Jayce fidgeting. Like he was nervous about something. But what, he wasn’t quite sure. Before he could ask, Jayce softly called to him taking his hand and lifting them to a stand. Rio sat nearby, waiting for her Brave One’s signal. Soon, Jayce worked up the courage to say what he wanted. It was finally time.

“Viktor” he began. “My whole life, I was pursuing what I thought was my dream. A dream of magic and miracles. But in the process, I was also drowning. Lost in fading despair at what others deemed a lost cause…….But then, you found me. Pulled me back and helped make those dreams a reality. Then it all spiraled out of control. It was only then, when I learned that what I was truly chasing wasn’t magic……….It was actually you.” Viktor was speechless, unsure what to even say as he heard his partner speak. Taking a breath, Jayce continued with glassy eyes and firm hands. “It was all true what I said….while in the Arcane. Being an inseparable piece of everything, wanting my partner back. And now that you are, I can no longer imagine my life without you.” He gave a soft whistle to Rio. Their signal to bring forth what he had made. She softly placed the box in her Brave One’s outstretched hand. Sitting silently between them as the scene unfolded. A hand flew to Viktor’s mouth as he softly gasped. Eyes watering as the man before him fell to his good knee, lifting the lid to reveal the ring inside. It was a lovingly crafted thing. A band of silver with gold rims and gears. Each one adorned with a blue crystal that seemed to glow in the soft evening light. Between each was smaller stones of seemingly shiny white quartz, but the topmost stone was the same blue as the gears. Carefully chipped and formed into a perfect half-sphere that sparkled brightly.

 “I love you Viktor. Always have. I may not know what the future holds in store, but I am sure of Us. Sure enough to ask you this. Vik, will you be my partner for life?....... Will you marry me?”

Tears flowed freely now. A large smile across Viktor’s face, unable to speak so he instead nodded fiercely. ‘You silly yet brilliant bastard.’ He thought. It was all the acceptance Jayce needed as he slipped the ring on his finger before carefully shooting up to wrap him in a tight embrace. Rio chirping and shrilling in glee for the two, wriggling as she stood up and braced herself on her happy boys. Firelights scattering into the sky in seeming celebration. The man he loved for seven years, was now his forever.

 

 

Things seemed to move quickly afterwords. The villagers thrilled at the news the next few days when they were both spotted in town. Hand in hand. Some whooped in joy while others slyly handed over loosing bets with fond smiles. Congratulations were showered upon the happy couple. Offers of help with the future wedding coming from all around. One of the village grannies suggesting that they hold the ceremony during the Autum Equinox. It was a tradition for a kind shaman to bless the village during festivals held on the Equinoxes and Solstices that marked the seasons. Be it for health, luck, or even good harvest. They also offered services to bless and officiate unions like theirs during these times. With not much better planned, they decided to go the village traditional route. While also adding their own twists to things to represent them better. While they grieved the part where friends and family from the past couldn’t join in the happy day, they chose to honor them in any way they could. So that a part of them could bear witness.

The location of the ceremony being the field they first woke up in. The place they began their new lives in this distant land. Both significant and special to them. Asters and cosmos swayed in the gentle breeze around them. The forest trees bright in their full Autum glory, a sea of golds, oranges and reds. An arch of woven woods and vines sat facing the forest, decorated with roses, chrysanthemums, marigolds and lilies of loving colors. The occasional orchid and iris doting the edges, ribbons of their chosen colors draped in gentle reverence. The two where draped in robes of white with patterns of Talis red and Zaun green along the edges and belts. Crowns of flowers and fall leaves adorned their heads as they walked arm and arm up the chosen path. Viktor had been nervous as this day drew closer. Fidgeting with his ring that, to his happy surprise, could rotate and twist without worry of it breaking something. Beautiful and useful. Just like him to make this. He thought fondly upon discovery. Viktor also had his chance to return the favor to his beloved. Presenting a handmade ring of his own that morning as they prepared for the ceremony. Made similar to his own, but with smaller crystals and ornate patterns engraved into the metal. A small gear the top center piece for a larger half-sphere like his. Jayce love it to bits. Letting him slip it on his finger before bringing it to his lips with a  soft kiss. Rio trailed faithfully behind them. A small crown of flowers and ribbons of her own upon her head as she held a tiny basket of petals in her mouth. Head held high and proud as she followed Her Boys to the shaman. The elder woman held a gentle smile on her wrinkled face, framed by twin braids of snow-white hair. Adorned in fur pelts with trinkets and pouches, a spindled walking stick in hand decorated with stone charms and feathers.

The whole village came to celebrate their union. Dressed in bright festival colors, watching as the happy pair where blessed. Their hands where wrapped in an ornate cloth as they faced each other. Vows of love eternal exchanged. Promises of support in good and bad. Sickness and health. Forever bound until death parted them for a short while. Until finally, their kiss sealed their promise. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause. Some even shedding tears of joy for the two. The reception was held at the Autum festival thereafter. Music filled the air and dancing abounded. Food and drink fresh from the harvest spread generously. The happy couple’s first dance surrounded by their community, Rio weaving between their legs gracefully to the beat as she joined them in glee.

 

It lasted long into the night before they retired back to their home. Jayce scooping up his new husband in a flurry of giggles as they crossed the threshold. Rio decided to sleep outside that night. Giving Her Boys a chance of privacy to stargaze from the porch. Everything was perfect. She purred softly. Nothing could possibly top this day……I’m just glad I had the chance to be part of it. She settled down into a little nest she had made by the door, turning her gaze to the sparkling heavens above. Shooting stars whisking by, her thoughts soon turned to the future. A pressing matter at hand she could feel settling in her bones. Her eyes fluttering shut….as she began to feel a familiar pull.

Winter was fast approaching….. and she needed to prepare……

Notes:

Viktor's ring looks like this, but slightly different:
https://x.com/i/status/1860604275442803136

While Jayce's looks like this, but with gears:
https://tse1.mm.bing.net/th/id/OIP.qVeTdLi3ikO4QdCKk36GVwHaHa?rs=1&pid=ImgDetMain&o=7&rm=3

Chapter 9: Winter Goodnight

Notes:

a shorter chapter this time.......and probably the last for a while.

I'm probably gonna take a break from writing after this chapter so I can turn my attention to drawing again. Starting to kinda get burned out with writing, so I'm gonna be putting this on a slight hiatus before returning with new chapters eventually. I want to thank everyone who's read so far and hope you all stay tuned for when I return!

The following weeks passed in bliss. The autumn leaves seemingly shimmering in the glow of their honeymoon phase. Things between the two husbands not only seemed to return to normal, but rather, it felt like a missing piece finally clicking into place after so long. As though it was always ineffable that this was their future. Sharing kisses and hugging became easier as well. While their wedding night wasn’t the first time they were intimate like that, it felt like the first time all over again. Leaving them blushing like teens in the best way some time after, butterflies and all.

 

It was one of these days Viktor found himself, softly smiling as he worked on a small robot made out of scraps and spare gears. The chill of the breeze had grown in its strength after the Equinox. The promise of winter around the corner. With Jayce back to his near full strength, the orders for repairs on farm equipment and tools grew as the rest of their community rushed to finish the fall harvest before the first frost set in. The herds and flocks of cattle and sheep moved to their winter-feeding grounds. Harvest goods were canned and packaged, and winter preparations began to go into full swing. Viktor and Jayce had started their preparations as well. The first two winters they spent here were brutal. Focusing mostly on surviving. Fixing the then busted cabin they would soon call home while cautiously accepting help from their neighbors. Now though, they had become far more self-sufficient. While help from the village was still accepted when needed, they where finally at the point that they could give back to those who helped them so much. It felt like a true home after so many doubts and fears for so long. Though, I suppose Rio could take most of the credit for that. He thought.

Speaking of - Viktor looked around for his little friend. She wasn’t at his side like she usually was, demanding pets or resting near his feet as he worked on the cabin deck. It was strange of her not to…..then again……she’s been acting strange for a few days now. She didn’t seem as alert as she usually was. No longer greeting visitors with the same excitement that she usually would. They thought she was simply having an off day that day, but the strange changes began to pile up. Not rising earlier than them in the morning, disappearing for sometimes hours – only to be found under a pile of clothes or by the hearth. Even her appetite seemed to wane. It was concerning, leaving both him and Jayce puzzled. She would even be found in a corner of the forge, dozing off while Jayce worked only to be gently nudged awake to go inside long after he cleaned up and closed for the evening. The two both agreeing to keep an eye on her, hoping whatever was happening wasn’t serious. It made him very grateful for Jayce’s careful design of his ring, as he found himself twisting it anxiously at times with Rio’s strange behavior. “Rio?” He called. “Where are you, sweetheart?” He stood, stretching his bad leg from the cold that had settled in it. He peered over to the garden to see if she was there. Most of the younger plants had been moved inside, others that had matured enough to endure the cold were wrapped for protection. Some having gone into dormancy as the nights got colder. Signs of frost still lingering on parts of their leaves. Yet…..Rio wasn’t there. Sometimes she’d sneak in to steal treats from there. Seemed she’d make them look for her this time. He slowly made his way to the forge to ask Jayce. He was close to wrapping up for the day, still taking it easy as the cold caused his leg stump to act up. The warmth of the flames greeted him as he opened the  doors. The last few orders of the day, alongside Jayce’s tools, lay strewn across the bench in a familiar organized chaos.

“Jayce? Have you seen Rio around? She wasn’t on the deck with me, nor in the garden.”

Jayce looked up from his work, before casting his gaze about. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t as equally worried about the odd behavior that had been going on. Noticing how…tired….she seemed lately. Even while helping with deliveries, he’s noticed how she’d seemed to slow down. Using up seemingly all her energy to pull her wagon to town and back. Just the other day – though – she barely lifted her head at his whistle to load up. Looking at him sleepily from her spot in the forge before dropping her head back down to continue napping. It definitely lead to an eyebrow raise from him, but put the thought away for later. Knowing how stressed his husband was becoming about these strange changes. Now though, looking about the shop, she was nowhere to be seen. When she first came into the forge, she claimed a corner close to the main hearth for her napping spot. It was sweet to know she would want to share space with him. But now, her lack of presence was a concern. “Sorry Vik.” He said while wiping his hands off. “I haven’t seen her in here all day. I also haven’t heard her slip in.” This spiked his husband’s nerves more. The twisting and fidgeting of his ring becoming more obvious. “Don’t worry V. She couldn’t have gotten far. Let me help look for her.” They then began their search. Checking all over outside, the inside of the garden, the back of the cabin, even the hide down by the pond. All turned up empty. They then choose to search inside before their last-ditch effort and hiking up to the grove. Praying it wasn’t another pit-trap situation. After a minute inside, they found her. She was hiding in the corner by the wardrobe. A nest of blankets and used clothes she had buried herself into, sleeping softly yet barely acknowledging who came into the room. Jayce found her like this, gently crouching down and placing a hand on her head. “Hey pretty girl. You okay?” She barely responded, eyes blinking open a few times before closing again and curling deeper into her nest. “Viktor! I found her. She’s in the bedroom.” Viktor rushed in, seeing where Jayce was crouched down. He made his way over to them, joining Jayce at his side as they watched her breath.

“Is she okay?” “I’m not sure. But she feels cold. Like, the ‘floorboards in the morning’ cold.”

 That was even more concerning. Viktor carefully reaching out to feel for himself. While Rio normally ran slightly cool, it was a welcoming cool. The fact that she currently was this cold rang alarm bells in his head. He gently tried to shake her awake, and when she did open her eyes a squint and turn to look at them, he held out a small fruit that he carried to treat her. Gauging her reaction to the offered food. She squinted, sniffed the offered item……before letting out a tired sounding huff and turning her head away. Eyes closing again. The two sat stunned in full blown concern now. Rio had never refused to eat something when given to her, not like this. Something seemed definitely wrong now, but the lack of knowledge on both sides meant they didn’t know what. Viktor was shaking slightly now; Jayce drew him into a hug in an attempt to calm him down. “V…Let’s take her to see Ivy. She might know something about what’s going on.” His partner could only nod as he wrapped his arms around their little friend. Hugging her as his thoughts turned to worse case scenarios as he cuddled her close.

The wait as Ivy examined Rio to finish felt like it dragged on for hours. The two sitting as the healer did a full check over. Seeing if anything seemed wrong. Jayce held Viktor close as he gazed off. Lost in thought and worried about the worst. Jayce’s good leg slightly bouncing as he rubbed his husband’s hands to keep him grounded. After a short set of minutes, Ivy pulled back with a sigh. “Well” she began. “There doesn’t seem to be anything wrong physically. Though, her heartbeat sounds a little slower than usual.” The men shared a look as she continued. Wrapping their companion in a spare blanket to warm her that they carried her in. “Still, based on her symptoms, everything you’ve described, and seeing her myself, I think I know what’s going on.” That gave them a bit of hope. “What is it?” Viktor asked as he clutched Rio close. Ivy gently smiled at them, knowing just how worried the two were. Thankfully, it wasn’t as serious as they were fearing. “I believe….she’d preparing to enter hibernation.” Silence ringed for a moment. The relieved yet confused looks on their faces leaving their jaws slightly dropped. “Wait…….Hibernation?” Questioned Jayce. Clearly confused by what he’d heard. “But…Rio’s a Waverider. I may not have read much on them, but there was nothing that suggested this type of nature.” “That’s what most people would believe.” Ivy countered. Pulling out a set of old journals about local and foreign fauna. “Normally, you’d be correct. Waveriders in the Guardian Sea don’t hibernate, but migrate to warmer waters.” She flipped through her journals before finding the section she needed. Passing the book to Jayce and Viktor to read through. Seemed she had a chance to properly study Waverider habits and biology during her travels. “But your Rio – I believe – is a more special case. She isn’t like a normal member of her species, because she grew up in a different environment. She’s a one-of-a-kind freshwater sub species. And as such, she’s adapted to be more like the local amphibians and reptiles in the area.” Flipping through another journal showed hibernation patterns of the local species. Listing symptoms of approaching behaviors that matched what Rio was experiencing. Lethargic, loss of appetite, nesting, all of it was there. “So…..she’s going to be okay?” Viktor sighed. Relieved that it wasn’t a serious illness that threatened to take her from them. Relieving a shaky breath he didn’t realize he was holding. Ivy nodded calmly. “Uh-huh. She should be fine. As long as she continues to prepare properly. She’ll need to finish prepping a nest in a protected place. One that, I recommend strongly, is outside your home. That way she can finish adjusting properly. She’s very attached to you two, so she might have delayed doing so just to keep you from worrying, but  once she’s down, she’ sleep through the coming winter and reawaken in spring. When the frost lifts. Meaning she has to be in a burrow before the frost fully sets in. Otherwise…..she might not make it through.” That last bit caught their attention immediately. Suddenly realizing that – while not serious – it could still be dangerous. They thanked Ivy for her help, before carrying her back home to think.

It was a somber feeling, on one hand; they wanted what was best for Rio. On the other hand, it was upsetting knowing she wouldn’t be around during the winter. Not just for the celebrations, but to be a grounding presence for them. Jayce especially, as snow reminded him of the time when he and his mother nearly froze to death in that storm. Leaving him shaky and nervous. They sat cuddled on the couch that night. Rio wrapped in blankets and settled in their laps as a fire crackled in the hearth. The flames dancing across their faces as they absorbed the new information. Viktor petting her softly, her purr barely audible in her sleepy state. Eventually, Jayce broke the silence. Taking his husband’s hand before speaking. “V?........Are you okay?” Viktor turned to look at him. Thumb rubbing circles against his knuckles. “It’s comforting to know….that she’s not dying….” He started slow. “But…..it still feels like I’m loosing her all over again.” Jayce nodded softly before pulling in close. Wrapping the two in his arms. Rio had looked only slightly more alert when they got back. Blinking up at them with a wide yawn as she sleepily watched them. Cuddling closer in an attempt to comfort them. The two looked down at her, before back up at each other. A decision made. “She has a burrow up in the grove. Beneath the old willow. She should still be safe there.” Viktor said, holding her closer to his chest. “We could provide nesting materials. Something with our scents so she’ll be comforted while she sleeps.” “I like the sound of that.” Jayce agreed. “And next year…..maybe we can make a burrow for her down here, by the pond? She might outgrow her old home over winter. It might make all of us feel better to have her closer next time.” Next time. It seemed that even while asleep, she would continue to be part of there lives. And the trio couldn’t be happier.

The next few days, racing the frost, were a flurry of activity. Gathering materials and other necessities that Rio might need before heading to the grove.  Then finally, on a cold evening, the two made their way up. Jayce carrying Rio in his arms as she was now too sleepy to make the hike up herself. Viktor walked a little ahead. A basket of their preparations in one arm and a lantern in the other. Nights were beginning to set in quickly, so it became necessary to have a lantern handy.

Rio swayed with the movements softly while letting out a yawn once in a while. Sometimes followed with a squeak or chuff to insure that she was still there. She knew she should have left sooner. The chill seeping into her bones driving her instincts to burrow and rest got stronger the longer she continued. Sleep called to her like a siren song. She knew it was wrong to stay, but she just couldn’t help herself. She didn’t want to scare or  worry them. Though, it seemed she did so anyway. The more tired she got; the stranger she acted to them only lead to worry anyway. At least the kind healer woman was able to explain what she couldn’t. Thankful that Her Boys were able to understand so well. Even offering their help in returning to her first home. The next time she blinked her eyes open; they had made it to the grove. It felt as if barely any time had passed. Seemingly the same as she left it in. Has it truly been that long since I was here? She thought. Surprised at how little managed to change in so much time. They stopped at the base of the willow, and instinct began to kick in properly. She quickly located the hole between the roots that lead into the burrow below. The entrance was a little tight, so she began digging to make it a little wider. Sliding in and taking stock of the space within. It felt smaller now, but was still just big enough to expand her old nest. Starting with kicking out the old and stale materials before turning back to the entrance where Jayce and Viktor where waiting. Inspecting the basket that was placed at her level. Sifting through the materials before grabbing mouthfuls of soft hays and cotton down the entrance to make the base. Then came the cloth and blankets chosen for Her Boys’s scents. While most of the cloth was old scrap fabrics or clothes that no longer fit, the most prized item was what came last. A blue and red blanket, just like the one that now made Viktor’s cloak. He had been lucky to come across the new fabric while gathering materials, buying up as much as possible for later use. A decent section of it used for Rio’s nest as she adjusted and moved items about. The couple above simply watching with fascination. A few forge warmed stones to help keep her warm during her first night away from them. Carefully handed down and placed accordingly.

Once everything was in place, next perfect, long-lived food stored away in case she woke early and hungry, she turned and poked her head out of the opening above. Looking at Her Boys with a  soft yet knowing look. ‘Don’t worry about me. I promise to be back in spring. As soon as possible. You two are stronger than you realize, and I know you will be okay. It’s not a goodbye…….just…a goodnight until morning.’ They each gave her one final set of pets and scratches in the twilight. Rio kissing their hands in promise before they pulled away. “Take care Rio.” Viktor said with a kiss to her head. “We’ll be right where you need us when you wake up.” If he was teary eyed, he tried not to show it. “That’s right pretty girl.” Jayce agreed, eyes just as shiny. “You rest well. We’ll miss you, but will look forward to seeing you in spring.” With those final goodbyes, she slid back in. Using the loose dirt from digging to carefully block the entrance closed. Sealing her inside and safe from the elements.

“Goodnight, pretty girl.” “Sweetest dreams, dear Rio. Until spring.”

 

The two men turned to return home. The slightest hint of frosty flakes falling in the evening dim, hand in hand. While Rio curled into her perfect nest, feeling safe and warm. Dreams of the coming spring and memories of the past lulling her into the most peaceful sleep in all her lives.

Notes:

listened to the reprise of Strange Sight from that one Tinkerbell movie while writing this.