A/N: This is Fiercesomest, and welcome to the show! Once again, I'll remind folks that Defenestrator and I are two very separate people! She writes Blake and Yang, while I write Ruby and Weiss. This story falls in our rough timeline after Road to Recovery (so White Rose is assumed by everyone except for Ruby and Weiss). We kind of realized that Weiss and Yang had 'issues' and let them have at it.

All credit for the name of the fic goes to Defenestrator, who is a genius.

"You should have seen her face, Blake."

Sleepy amber eyes glanced sideways at the perpetual grin gracing a certain brawler's face. Yang had a habit of talking Blake's ears off between classes, but considering they had just survived another one of Professor Port's "lectures" she was more than willing to listen, especially when the subject was none other than their favorite heiress.

"She was angry, I'm guessing?"

A short bark of laughter interrupted Yang's grin. "Red as Ruby's cloak when she realized her entire class's notes had vanished! Invisible ink pens might be my new favorite trick. She didn't even see me switch them out~"

Blake quirked an eyebrow. "You are either very brave or very stupid to prank Weiss when it comes to her studies."

"Please, she was fine once I gave her the highlighter to make the invisible ink visible again~"

"Oh?" Blake smirked, leering sideways, "Is that why you were limping earlier?"

"OK so she might have kicked me in the shin." Yang waved a hand dismissively, "Her wedges are heavy. And scarily accurate."

Blake smiled and rolled her eyes, the bright gold suddenly sparking with something altogether mischievous. She placed a hand on her partner's shoulder. "Yang, I know you love teasing Weiss, but really, is that any way to treat your future sister-in-law?"

Amethyst eyes went wide. "My... my future what."

"Think about it Yang. If she and Ruby are serious... well, down the line, who knows what could happen. You could end up with another sister."

"Another... sister..." Yang slowed to a stop, staring out into space.

"...Yang?" Blake stopped as well. She waved a hand in front of blank amethyst.

"Another sister!" Yang exploded to life, teeming with more energy than when she'd been hit by an Atlesian Paladin. "Blake you're right! Where is Weiss right now?!"

"Well," Blake tilted her head, thinking for a moment, "she and Ruby should have just finished up Applied Long Range Tactics... so probably the lockers?"

"OK! Thanks Blake!"

The tail end of Yang's sentence drifted away with her as she dashed around the corner and out of sight.

A small smile crept across Blake's face. "...You're welcome."

In no time at all, Yang found herself at the edge of the school, strolling through the lockers, passing classmates left and right as she searched for a shock of white or red.

Finding neither of her teammates among the lockers themselves, she proceeded to the next logical location - the showers. Two steps in, she caught the familiar scent of Weiss's vanilla shampoo. Huge smile in place, Yang followed the sweet fragrance down the rows and rows of showers, stopping at the very last stall.

She threw open the curtain.

"Hey, Weiss!"

It had been a long day for Weiss Schnee. A long week, really.

There had been an essay due for Dr. Oobleck's class Tuesday that she'd spent at least the past fortnight on, only to have her page of meticulously cataloged sources get lost after one of Ruby and Yang's impromptu games of indoor 'tag' (aka 'destroy everything in the dorm'). She'd spent hours stripping down her side of the room searching for it before Blake showed back up and plucked it out of a pile on her desk like it was nothing.

Glynda's combat practice had been replaced with endless suicide drills after a certain student-who-shall-remain-nameless-but-is-definitely-named-Jaune failed to achieve adequate times in an obstacle run she had put together as a break from one-on-one sparring.

Add to this the near-heart-attack she'd had when her notes from Professor Port's class had vanished, and Weiss was frustrated, exhausted, and wound tighter than a watch spring.

Thus the shower.

The heiress rinsed shampoo from her long, snowy hair, tilting her head to make sure she got it all. Steam rose from the hot water, warm and pleasant when she breathed in. No one (especially not Ruby, who was showering a few stalls down) had decided to take advantage of the acoustics and sing terrible, off-key pop songs. Yes, overall, showers were top-notch as a relaxation technique second only perhaps to thrashing training dummies with Myrtenaster. Given the suicide runs, however, hot running water was the superior option. It was Friday and Professor Port's lecture had been the last of the day, so she'd take her time, get herself all sorted out before dinner, and then spend a nice, long weekend studying and getting organized for her upcoming projects in advanced Dust theory.

That was the plan, and it was a great plan until a certain blonde brawler came crashing through the shower curtain like a bull through tissue paper. The bigger girl's greeting was lost in Weiss's high-pitched shriek.

"Yang Xiao Long what is wrong with you?!" the very wet, very naked heiress made a grab for the edge of the shower curtain in an effort to cover herself while she spluttered at Yang, her shock quickly turning to anger, "Get out! Get out this instant."

"Woah hey, relax," Yang smiled down at the white-haired personification of fury. She held her hands up in a gesture of peace, "I just want to know what your favorite kind of cookies is."

"OUT," Weiss clutched the curtain to her chest with one hand and summoned a hasty white glyph with the other, intending to launch Yang backwards out of the stall.

"Ok OK!" Yang took a few steps back and stood awkwardly in the long hall of shower stalls. "So... is it sugar cookies?"

"It's shut-up-and-never-ever-speak-to-me-again you tactless, boorish incompetent excuse for a human being," Weiss spat, fumbling for the shower knob. The water dripped off as she snatched her sodden towel from the floor. The rest of her clothes were on the bench in the hall, and there was no way she was stepping out there in only a towel with Xiao Long in the vicinity. "Leave," she ordered.

"That's... a very specific kind of cookie..." Yang's smile faltered. "Uh... I'll just," she shuffled sideways, looking dejected, "I'll go - uh, catch you later Weiss!" She bolted.

Weiss stood breathing hard for a second, then, after the blonde's hurried footsteps receded, she tucked her hair behind her ear and leaned out to snatch her clothes.

"Hey."

Weiss started so badly she dropped half of her things on the wet floor.

"Uh, you okay, Weiss?" Ruby poked her head out of a stall farther down the line, dark and red hair dripping. She noticed the way her partner's jaw tightened and quickly ducked back in.

The heiress plucked her now half-soaked skirt off the communal shower floor with disdain.

This did not bode well for her carefully planned weekend.

A/N: *Insert evil laughter here*

- Fiercesomest