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Seeing your oldest child after seven years apart with no way of contacting said child, with the only memory being of them drugged and dragged away with no chance of stopping it tends to fuck with a mother's mind after so long.

(Y/N) never let herself forget that she was someone who would fight tooth and nail for her daughters. After Powder was taken from her, and at the hands of her oldest friend no less, she swore that Vi would be her sole priority, although she had no way of doing so from inside a jail cell.

Now, her daughter is the one to find her, and she couldn't be any more happier. Vi had grown, although she was still shorter than her mother. Her arms were covered in tattoos which led up and wrapped around her shoulders.

Her hair was cut in a way that suited her well, and (Y/N)'s eyes soften when she sees a small tattoo under her eye, the word 'VI' beautifully placed.

Her attention averts when the navy blue haired girl beside Vi clears her throat loudly, and the older woman raises a brow. "Who are you? I'm not asking a third time." She says calmly, but scoffs when she sees the outfit the girl wore with pride. "An enforcer?" She looks to her daughter, and Vi nods slightly, to which she sighs. "Okay, what do you want?"

The girl straightens up and approaches the cell slowly, a small notebook in hand before she raises it up and shows (Y/N) its contents. "Are these familiar to you?" She takes a look at the notes, and stops when she sees graffiti of a crazily drawn monkey head.

No doubt, she knew who drew this.

Her tongue swipes across her lips before speaking. "Where did you get this?" She asks softly, but the girl didn't reply, so (Y/N) cleared her throat and crossed her arms. "Whats your name?" The enforcer frowns before looking over her shoulder and raising a brow at Vi. The pink haired girl, who hadn't taken her eyes off her mother from the moment they arrived nods .

The girl thinks for a moment before facing (Y/N), "Caitlyn Kiramman, I need your help." The older woman stares as Caitlyn takes a stack of keys from her back pocket and unlocks the cell. The door opens with a loud bang, and Vi wastes no time before pushing past the girl and embracing her mother.

(Y/N) squeezes her daughter tight, her eyes shut tight before pulling back and scanning her features. "You've grown." She chokes out through a chuckle, and Vi laughs. "I thought you were dead!" Her guardian shakes her head firmly before embracing her once more, her chin resting atop Vi's head while she gently rocks her daughter.

Caitlyn watches the two with surprise, she wasn't exactly expecting to criminals from the most gruesome prison in Piltover to be so..human? She relax at the scene, and keeps quiet as she meets (Y/N)'s eyes from above Vi's shaking form. The older woman stares her down but her eyes were soft, less hostile.

She lets go of Vi and wipes the tears from both their eyes. "I will never give up on you, understand?" Her voice shakes but it was strong. "I'll always fight for you." Vi nods with her words, and (Y/N) gently nudges their foreheads together before straightening up and facing the not-so threatening enforcer.

"So, what exactly do you need us for?" The older woman asks as she steps fully out of her cell, a bit odd at the feeling of freedom. It was a bit underwhelming, but hey, the further away she is from this place the better.

Caitlyn nods before flipping through her notebook, making (Y/N) raise a brow. The books pages fly all over at the excessive turning before stopping as Caitlyn turns the book around, and (Y/N)'s jaw clenches.

It was a picture of a building blown to bits with raging fire consuming it. Colorful graffiti was splayed out everywhere, all which (Y/N) could recognize in a heartbeat. "I need your help tracking down a terrorist that destroyed a building a few days ago."

Vi watches as her mother's fists clench by her side, and she studies the picture before speaking up. "It has something to do with Silco, I know it." (Y/N) looks at her daughter from over her shoulder.

She stays quiet, and both Vi and Caitlyn grow a bit uneasy before (Y/N) snatches the book from the blue haired girl and makes her way towards the exit, ready to leave the shithole of a prison.

"Let's go." She calls out as the girls slowly begin to follow her from behind. Her metal leg catches the light, and Vi frowns deeply while her mother limps. The pink haired girl turns to stare at Caitlyn, and said girl raises a brow.

Vi sighs slowly. "If we're gonna do this, we need her.." she jerks her head towards the woman a few feet ahead of her. "..in top shape." Caitlyn frowns, not quite understanding. "Meaning..?" She asks impatiently, and Vi groans. "Meaning.." she says in the same tone, annoyed, "..do you know anyone who specializes in prosthetics?"

Caitlyn's brows raise in surprise before she nods slowly. "Yeah..I'll see what I can do." They both stand there, awkwardly looking away from eachother before flinching as (Y/N) yells at them, already waiting at the elevator for far too long that she would have preferred.

"Hurry up you shits I'm starving!" She yells, and Vi couldn't help but laugh, unbelieving that her mother had kept her personality after all these years. 'She hasn't changed.'

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