#katethesaint

      this woman is truly something else. he can’t quite put his finger on what it is about her. but there’s something about her demeanor. her personality. in the short interaction they had before she’d lost consciousness  ( thanks to a handy trick from his vulcan partner )  he’d seen just how NAIVE she was.

      perhaps naive was putting it nicely. in truth, her attempt to LIE her way out of trouble was quite stupid, if you asked him. the american accent had been completely horrid on top of the fact that she couldn’t act to save her life. so now, here she is, in this holding cell turned interrogation room.

“Do you want any pie? It’s fresh.”

( is it too late to like the thING???? )

kate-thesaint

All these people dyin’, man! The fuck’s going on out there? When are we gonna get some peace, finally? Where’s the justice, boss? Look at this shit: we can SEE IT right there! The fuck they talking about? These people acting like they know what it’s like? Where are we even safe, anymore?

Not even everything she had heard from Earth, during her brief chat with Pierce, Big Purp, and others from her crew. Life at the Institute, with the team, had finally taken Kate’s mind away from home long enough that she had fallen out of the loop with what was going on. Besides, Luna, Shaundi, Pierce, and Kinzie were in charge while she was gone, and they had never let her down before. What did she have to worry about?

Nothing when only looking at things happening to her. But on a broader scale, though? One that looked far off from Steelport and the Saints? Things back home, on Earth, were only getting worse.

The energy in her steps dead like a well-used battery, her usual attire of tanktop and shorts exchanged for jeans and a full-length shirt (Cold? When did she ever get cold?), Kate walked her way down to Caitlyn’s office at the Institute, the halls busy as ever, but couldn’t keep her focus for more than a second.

She stared at the name-plate for a few seconds, hoping that she wasn’t about to be a nuisance conflicting with another tower of paperwork, but Kate had a feeling that if she didn’t get it done with now, it’d sit in her mind until she did. And so she knocked, once, twice, her instincts to play out a quick beat weighed down and suppressed.

The response wasn’t immediate, which didn’t come as a surprise, and when the door finally opened, Kate didn’t give the Sheriff much of an opportunity to speak before she embraced her in a tight hug, the taller woman managing to somehow feel smaller than Caitlyn as she rested her chin on her shoulder.

"Thanks, Sheriff… Thank you so goddamn much, for being what I never see back home. For making sure this shit doesn’t happen in Piltover, and doesn’t go ignored…" It hit her then, finally. That ugly hiccup of sadness that she hadn’t felt in a long, long while. Her hug tightened, and she shook for a moment overwhelmed for a second time with all the news she had been informed of. Maybe she didn’t have the right to cry as much as she wanted to, but trying to bury it seemed impossible right then.

"Thank you so much…"

It was a day as any other, of course, stacks of paperwork crowding Caitlyn’s desk. Still, it was how she preferred it. She felt busy, and always felt as though she was making progress towards a brighter future. The Piltover she’d come to know, the Piltover she had helped define, was a paragon of such, after all. She was proud of her work, proud of her citystate, and proved such every day with her dedication. Despite how often it seemed she drowned in the files and cases and papers that surrounded her, it was a time she was more at peace than any other…

For that reason, of course, any interruptions were often met as quite the nuisance to her mind and mood. She tapped her pencil and rolled her eyes at the sound of footsteps again in her hallway. An uninvited guest— but this didn’t seem rushed. It was hardly an emergency, then ‘what now?’

The knock was slow, causing her brow to arch in curiosity. It was unfamiliar. Not the hasty, excited knocks of Kate or Vi (when Vi did manage to knock, that was), not the polite, nonabrasive knocking of Arinwei or Ezreal, nor the firm, rhythmic knock of Jayce. It was measured and controlled, but… purposeful. Of course, Caitlyn was likely looking far too much into it— still, she decided to stand from her desk and greet her visitor at the door. She did so rarely, but rarely was she without knowledge of just who was on the other side.

Upon opening the door, she was caught by surprise, "Kate—?" Before she knew it, she was enveloped in the tight embrace of the Saint and caught incredibly off-guard. Crystalline eyes opened wide with shock and confusion, it was a moment or two before the sheriff processed that something had happened. Something bad, and something she may never understand fully… So be it— she was there for her friend.

Caitlyn wrapped her arms about the taller woman, a reassuring smile gracing her features as she remained quiet and peaceful, knowing that somehow her work, which meant the world to her...