All one shots are based as if the character's are actually within the game. Instead of Team Speak they use earpieces or they just travel to one another's homes and converse there.

This is set in Season 2, a week after Ianite passed away.

Jordan's POV

I had been up here for over a week. Just sitting on top of my fortress and staring at the slow moving world around me. A blood moon rose and set, animals roamed the grasslands beneath me, the stars glistened like my silently falling tears and the wind whipped against my face - numbing my bones. Thoughts raced through my mind, guilt and pain tinging my memories as they flashed by. I didn't know what to do anymore, I felt that my purpose in this universe we all called home was pointless.

What's the point of being champion of someone you failed to save?

My eyes had deep, purple bags underneath them from almost a week of little sleep. What sleep I could grasp was filled with nightmares, the screams of my lady's pain echoing throughout my mind - haunting me as I bolted upright, sweat rolling down my body and my whole form shaking violently as I attempted to calm myself. Most people tell themselves - It's just a dream, it isn't real. However I did not have that luxury, what terrified me were my own memories.

Martha had come to visit me, she being the only one who did. We didn't speak, merely held one another as tears rolled down our cheeks. I felt only a slight amount of pain that she must be feeling, having lost one of the last people on the earth that she truly had. Her mother was gone, turned into ash before my eyes and it was all my fault. If only I hadn't gone after that sword, if only I had interpreted her messages earlier, if only I could have saved her. Ianite had saved me so many times, her faith in me during all the trials we had experienced had been unwavering and strong. Yet I had let her down when she needed me the most, I was as bad as the taint that had filled her body in this realm.

Everyone was tiptoeing around me. It was incredibly awkward yet stifling at the same time. They all knew I was grieving, the fact I refused to speak a word about anything to do with Ianite was a clear indicator that I was definitely not ok. Yet none of them came around to my fortress to actually check up on me. From Martha's prompting I managed to eat some bread in the morning of the first day, but I hadn't eaten anything since. My bones were slowly peeking their way through my skin and my hollow cheeks added to the haunted look that was forming across my face. I was the representation of a broken man but I deserved it.

I had to make this right. I had to restore the balance in the world, leave the champion's role to someone more deserving - like Andor. He would be perfectly able to fill my shoes, he just needed the push to take the step forward. The thought had plagued me all week, the whispers of the demons in my mind - the temptation of ending the guilt that was slowly eating away at my sanity becoming more and more tempting every second that I sat up here. I pulled myself to my feet, grabbing the earpiece that I had muted for so long and began sifting through my messages - only seeing one that really mattered to me. It was from Tom and it read:

"Hey Jordan, I know you are going through a rough time right now and I wish I could be by your side. However I got struck down with the flux flu and I am currently bed ridden. Stay strong for me buddy, I'll come visit you as soon as possible <3."

A sarcastic laugh burst through my lips, briefly interrupting the birds song as they whistled and chirped in the morning sun. Tom, the only one who I knew cared couldn't save me from myself now. I was well and truly alone with my demons and my decision had been made. I opened my speaker line before speaking aloud, my voice cracking as I spoke:

"Farewell my friends, my gods and my love."

My foot stepped up onto the block, the floor visible over 50 blocks below me. It was a deadly drop that nobody would survive, I was sure of that. I stepped forward, allowing my body to fall and awaited the sharp pain that would indicate my death.

But it never came.

Tom's POV

A cough racked my chest, burning through my lungs like wildfire as I hacked and spluttered in my bed. My whole body was drained of energy and the taint growth on my chest was slowly fading away. It was the first time I had gotten ill since the taint had been eradicated, but for me it couldn't have come at a worse time. Lady Ianite had passed away a week ago and apparently Jordan was taking it hard. The idea of him mourning on his own, completely alone with his thoughts was terrifying to me - who knew what he might do on the spur of the moment.

I had sent him a message a few days ago, explaining my condition and telling him to be strong but I had received no reply. According to Martha, who brought me medicine everyday, he had spent the entire week just sitting on top of his fortress in silence. I was terrified for his mental health, the tiny part of my brain that had no logical sense just begging me to run to him and just kiss him to make his worries all go away but I knew it was impossible. Jordan was one of the most innocent men I knew, totally oblivious to my feelings towards him despite constant flirting and subtle references to a potential relationship.

My earpiece buzzed and I groaned as I forced myself to roll over and check who it was from. It was from Jordan! My heart immediately skipped a beat as I loaded the audio file, imagining his voice speaking my name and telling me he'd come care for me whilst I was sick. A broken man's suicide note was all I heard. Fear began lacing its way into my soul as I realised what Jordan was about to do. The energy of someone possessed filled my body as I forced my feeble form to break into a sprint, racing towards Jordan's fortress before it was too late. My heart was beating insanely fast and the sweat was forming on the back of my neck and I lunged through the doorway and clambered up the stairs, my muscles complaining as I raced to the roof.

I skidded up the final step, my body stumbling towards the edge with my arms outstretched as I lunged for Jordan's falling form, catching him before he truly fell over the edge. I encircled him with my arms, feeling his sobbing form shake against my own, tears running down both of our faces for different reasons. Soon his sobs slowed and his big brown eyes stared up at me, confusion and pain filling those beautiful orbs as his voice choked out:

"Why did you stop me. Nobody cares Tom, I am the reason my lady is dead. I deserve to not exist anymore."

I cuddled Jordan closer, humming softly to him and ignoring his protests. I planted a kiss on the top of his head, ruffling against his silky hair before whispering into his ear:

"You are my everything Jordan. I can't imagine this realm without you. I won't let you go through this alone, you deserve happiness and love. I-I..."

His eyes gazed at me, trying to read my expression, hope dancing through his eyes as I pulled him further away from the edge. His gaze turned from my own, his hands fidgeting with his clothing as he thought deeply about something. The little wrinkle in his forehead when he thought really hard appeared and I mentally cooed at it, he was adorable. I really did love him , it was just whether he would ever feel the same way. My doubts however were dispelled by a tiny voice from my adorable man, who was staring intensely at the stone beneath his feet with a blush plastered across his face.

"I-I love you Tom."

Astonishment and joy burst through my body, causing me to slam my lips onto Jordan's, unleashing my passion and months of pent up love onto his causing him to gasp. I took this opportunity to wrap my hands into his hair, leaning down into the kiss and taking dominance, allowing my little man to melt beneath me. We pulled away quickly for a breather, blushes coating our faces and our hands joint as we met one another's eyes. I smirked, leaning in again and biting his lower lip before pulling away and saying:

"You are all mine now Jordan. Forever and always."