It was a lazy day today. Blake and Yang decided to stay in and revel in their laziness together. As it was still July, they conceded that it was too hot to do anything. Two empty dishes were stacked on the table beside the couch they resided on, holding the remnants of a delicious frozen dessert. Pleasantly feeling cooler from their sweet treat, the couple were content to talk the day away. Or at least, that had been the plan.

Blake had been talking about her week, but stopped as soon as she realized she lacked an audience. She was now trying to get ahold of Yang's shifting thoughts. Time to throw this conversation for a loop.

"The town has an elephant infestation."

"Mhm."

"I'm going to become a man."

"That's great..."

"Honey?"

"Hmmm…."

"You are not listening." Blake reached up and flicked the blonde's forehead.

"AH! What?!" Yang stopped her absentminded playing with Blake's tail. Since Weiss and Ruby now knew of Blake's Faunus nature, she had instituted a 'no bow' policy whilst indoors, the blonde also demanding that she be allowed to play with Blake's fuzzy tail from time to time. The childish woman loved the feel of the furry limb in her hands, much to Blake's amusement.

But now Blake held her attention. The smaller woman looked incredulously up at Yang, her head on the blonde's legs. "You have never been this distracted before."

Yang looked down to the feline on her lap in confusion. "What makes you say that?"

"Well for one, did you hear a word I said earlier? You did not even react when I said I was becoming a man."

Yang froze. "You're what?!"

Blake frowned, unamused. "That was a lie."

"Are you trying to give me a heart attack!?" Yang sputtered.

Blake answered the rhetorical question."Yes." She continued undeterred, "Second, you have not told a joke or made a terrible pun all day."

"What? Have too."

"You did not so much as bat an eye when Ruby said she was leaving with Weiss to get some tacos."

Yang snickered. "I don't remember her saying that."

"My point exactly." Blake sat up, opting to sit on Yang's couch facing her girlfriend, legs crossed.

Yang did not face her, staring at the black television screen before her, a pensive look on her face. "I was just thinking about something."

"About…" She left the sentence hanging. Not getting a response, Blake asked curiously, "What?"

Yang shrugged. "About that Adam guy from the festival. About what he said. It's been bugging me for a while."

Blake eyed the blonde, knowing where this was headed. "About what he said?"

"Blake, you know what I mean. You heard him say that he'd be back. It's been months now and I don't like how he's been hiding!"

"Oh… I see." Blake started to scratch at the leather sofa with a fingernail.

Yang narrowed her eyes at Blake upon seeing the tell tale sign that she was hiding something. "You haven't seen him around have you?"

Blake breathed out despondently. There was no need to hide what happened. She should have told her girlfriend this long ago. Her ears laying flat on her head, Blake was not surprised that Yang was somewhat bitter. "I was hoping you would forget. If I had known you were worrying about this, I would have told you sooner." She muttered in a small voice, "Don't be mad."

Yang shook her head. She was not mad. At least, not yet anyway. She tried the neutral approach first. "I'm not angry. Just… in the dark and a little confused for it." She forced herself to relax her muscles and calm the contradicting anger brewing within her. "And I don't forget that easily, not if someone threatened my kitten. Mind telling me what's been going on? Have you seen him?"

"Well… yes. He contacted me a month after the fair." Blake lowered her hand to clasp it with its twin in her lap, looking down at her laced fingers.

Yang crossed her arms defensively, miffed. "Has he been bothering you often?"

Blake shook her head, eyes still trained on the palms of her hands. "No, he only visited once. I have not seen him since." Blake angled her head up and aimed a sheepish smile at the blonde, trying to appease the fiery woman in front of her. "Nothing happened between the two of us Yang. We talked out a few things and came to an... agreement."

Yang tilted her head to the side. "An agreement? What kind of an agreement?"

Before she spoke, Blake leaned down on the other side of the furniture, letting her bare feet settle cozily in Yang's lap. "It will be easier to just tell you what happened."

Yang nodded. "If you would."

"It happened one night in April, several weeks after we encountered him. I was walking home from my job at the library..."

Blake sighed as she walked home from the library after a hard day's work. All day she had to deal with the most difficult people and she was not in a fantastic mood. At some point, someone had the audacity to question her competency when they accused her of placing a book in the inappropriate section. Supposedly, it should have been in the 'Science Fiction' section and not the 'Non-Fiction' section. The book in question had been about a scientific research study of how birds were possibly genetic descendants of dinosaurs. Blake had been subjected to listening to the ignoramus windbag go on for an hour about why it was mislabeled and how inept she was as a librarian.

She could not have cared less. It was not like she was the one who put the book there or listed it in the library computer as a part of the 'Non-Fiction' works in the first place. She simply held her tongue and took it, not wanting to be fired. As soon as her shift ended, she left the library as quickly as possible, not looking back.

During her stroll home, she glanced up at the night sky, hoping that it would not rain. Thick, dark clouds covered the moon, threatening to let loose a downpour any minute. It was only a fifteen minute walk from the library to her apartment, but today the walk felt extremely arduous. The looming rain clouds not brightening her tired disposition. The Faunus girl hated April showers and just wanted to get home, take a warm bath, and go to bed. It was not meant to be.

As she walked by an alley between two buildings, she froze mid-step, bow twitching just the slightest. What was that? It sounded like someone had called her name.

Turning, she looked back at the dark alley quizzically, not daring to go any closer. Her heart hammering in her chest. Even with her enhanced night vision, it did not seem like anyone was there.

Just as she was about to continue on her way, she heard it again, clearer this time. Someone was whispering her name. "Blake!"

Turning around once again, Blake took a defensive stance. She called out in a voice that sounded braver than she felt, "Who's there?"

Stepping around the corner, the shadows revealed it to be none other than Adam.

Blake took a few steps back, preparing to run. Adam reached out a hand, but didn't step any closer, saying, "Wait! I just want to talk!"

Hearing his vulnerable voice, Blake stayed where she was, surprised at his tone. Her amber eyes, glowing in the darkness, narrowed in on him. "About what? There is nothing to discuss."

Adam, his gaze still hidden behind his mask, spoke in a slightly louder, but no less mild, tone. "I just want to talk to you. No funny business." He gestured to the alley beside him. "Please."

Blake raised an unconvinced eyebrow. "Really? It seems pretty funny to me that you wish to talk, alone, in the back of a dark alley."

Adam snapped his head to look at the alley, then her, and back. If she could see his eyes, she would have had a spectacular view of seeing them widen in comprehension. "No! That's not what I meant! We can talk anywhere you want if it would make you more comfortable."

Blake gazed at him, studying his posture. His relaxed, yet slightly tense stance, empty hands held out by his sides in a symbol of appeasement, told her that he did not plan to spring himself at her anytime soon. However, that did little to ease her worries. Should she trust him?

Blake thought she once knew Adam. They had been friends at one point. Or maybe student and teacher was the best description of their relationship. While they had grown up together, Adam, being the older by several years, had taken Blake under his wing. He showed her what she needed to know to get through the discrimination and hate, how to fortify her emotional walls. He was there for each peace rally she attended, giving his voice to the agreement of peace and equality right alongside her in the fight against human oppression. He had been there for her when she felt weak and beaten, telling her that she needed to continue the fight, to continue being the strong girl he knew she was. It had helped her endure the years to come.

In time, as he turned toward the shadier business of the White Fang, he changed. It was something she no longer wished to associate with, but she could not convince him to do the same. She did not know if he was the same man who had shown her kindness and taught her what she knew of the world.

She resolved to find out.

"Okay then." Tentatively, Blake dropped her stance and instead used a hand to beckon him to follow. She began walking down the street again. This time, heading toward an outdoor patio attached to a nearby café.

Adam hesitated, but not for long. He slowly walked up to the outside table that Blake had settled on.

Blake looked at him expectantly, waving her arm toward the chair across the small table from her. She snapped at him, "Well? I do not have all night." She wanted to make this quick. The irate woman was already annoyed from her work related ordeal, but with Adam's suddenly timid approach she was starting to become livid. Why was it that she could not go home in peace?

Adam immediately took a seat upon hearing her cross tone. Blake waved a hand, signaling for him to begin.

He did not beat around the bush. "Blake, the White Fang have been looking for you."

She stiffened, her eyes wide. They had been searching for her? "Why are they trying to find me?"

He rubbed the back of his neck, not sure how best to explain what had been going on in Blake's absence. "They suspected that you would tell the police about the deals they had going on, locations of underground meetings, future plans and the like."

She rose out of her seat, reaching her breaking point, she yelled, "I did not know any of that information! I refused to involve myself with the underground when I realized their true intentions!"

Adam held up his hands in a placating gesture. "I know Blake! That was why I volunteered to come to Vale. They wanted to find you and take you back. They refused to take the chance that you might know something, no matter how miniscule it was. Even though I managed to convince them that I would 'take care of you', they still sent me with a team to either fetch you or teach you a lesson." He made air quotes as he spoke. "I told them I would find you and 'deal' with you like the 'traitor' you are." Before Blake could comment, he swiftly added. "But that was a lie! I told them what they wanted to hear so that you would be left alone in the end. I just…" He paused for a second, Blake waiting for him to finish. "I just wanted to let you know that you shouldn't come back home. As long as you stay in Vale, you'll be safer."

Blake raised an eyebrow, lowering herself back into her seat. "I had never planned on going back."

Adam gave her a small grin upon hearing that. "I know, but I still wanted to warn you to be careful."

The raven-haired woman across from him crossed her arms in disbelief. "Why should I even believe you? A month ago, you tried to force me to leave with you! How do I know for sure this is not a ruse?"

Adam ran a gloved hand through his crimson hair, mouth twisting into a grimace. "I apologize for that. Other members of the White Fang were watching, and I could not very well just ask you to come with me. I needed a reason, a disturbance, to prevent you from leaving with me. I did not want them anywhere near you if I could help it, so I tried to make you help me create a scene by acting aggressive. You know, so someone would step in and make me back off." He shrugged. "It worked for the most part. The possibility of someone calling the cops caused the rest of them to abandon the prospect of dealing with you."

Blake pointed a finger at him, amber eyes glinting with a mix of surprise and confusion, exclaiming, "You planned for it to happen like that?!"

Adam nodded. "Yes. Like I said, I did not want you getting involved with the other members there. They would have hurt you." He took a deep breath and muttered, "Or worse. With a few years to myself, not having you around, I had time to think. As I spent more time working under the White Fang, I started to… feel something." He clenched his hands into fists. "Something horrid. I realized I was hurting people. I began to see what my actions did to others, and it was eating away at me"

Blake stifled the urge to grin. Here was the man she knew he was. The man that she believed had not disappeared. He had been heavily misled, but the previously honorable young man she had known was coming back. "That feeling is called 'guilt' Adam."

He hung his head in shame, hitting a fist on the table. "I realize that now. And I decided that I need to make this stop. The Faunus will continue to be treated as they are if we keep up the violence and equal hatred."

"How do you plan on stopping this?"

"By taking leadership of the White Fang."

Silence was his response. Looking up, Adam was met with Blake's piercing stare. Her feral yellow eyes seemed to bore through his mask, peering into his soul in an attempt to see the truth. He tried not to fidget under her glare, not wishing to provoke the girl before him into leaving.

She asked in a surprisingly soft whisper, "Do you truly mean that Adam?"

He answered, not missing a beat. "I do. It's been a long time coming, but someone needs to restore the White Fang to what it once was. An organization that encouraged peace, not senseless death in a twisted attempt at placing blame and promoting martyrdom."

Blake slowly bobbed her head up and down, taking in everything Adam was revealing to her. If he went through with his plans, if he was being honest, he had a long road ahead of him.

"You will have a long way to go, and it will not get easier. Are you committed to that?"

"Yes. In the last two years you've been gone, this is the decision I came to. I plan to stand by this Blake. Please believe me."

Closing her eyes, she sighed in content. Feeling lighter than she did before. "I believe you." Opening her eyes again, she relented to showing him a small smile. "Thank you for the warnings. But mostly, thank you for talking to me. I'll be supporting you."

Adam grinned back. "No Blake, thank you. I wanted to make amends with you before I left Vale. And don't worry about the White Fang, I'll shake them off your tail. It's the least I can do for an old friend." He stood up abruptly. He had finally told her everything he wanted to say. "I think it's time I left. I won't be bothering you again Blake. Live a good life."

Blake stood up as well. "You too Adam. I wish you the best. May we meet again in the future."

They both reached a hand forward, clasping each other's arms in a symbol of mutual respect. Adam grimaced, pain blossoming through his tender right wrist.

Seeing this, Blake quickly withdrew her hand. "Sorry! Are you hurt?"

Adam chuckled, his mirth evident in his laugh. "Nah, I'm fine. But would you mind telling your girlfriend that it's considered impolite to dislocate someone's wrist? I didn't even really do anything to you." Blake stared at him, openly gawking. He continued. "I'm surprised though Blake. Never knew you had a taste for the blonde and busty." He stepped away from the café, heading back to the alley he emerged from. Lifting up a hand in farewell, he called out one final remark, "She seems like a good girl though. I hope you make each other happy."

He blended into the shadows, disappearing. Leaving Blake at the table to gaze after the man that had once been her dearest friend and mentor. She mumbled under her breath, too low for anyone to hear, "Goodbye Adam."

Yang nodded solemnly upon hearing the end of Blake's tale. Her anger diminished. "So he's gone for good, huh?"

"As far as I know, yeah, he is. I have not seen hide nor hair of him or the White Fang since." Blake sat up from her sitting position, getting up to steal a cold water from Yang's refrigerator.

Yang crossed her right leg over her left at the absence of the other woman's feet on her lap. "I kinda feel a bit bad about dislocating his wrist now."

From the fridge, Blake chuckled, "Only a bit Yang?"

"Maybe a might bit! Don't judge me woman! If I ever run into him again, I'll apologize."

"I would appreciate that."

Yang scoffed. "He should just be grateful I didn't hurt him where the sun don't shine. I don't care if he was acting, I can still make good on that ya know!"

Blake laughed as she came back from her expedition to the fridge, two cold water bottles in hand. She tossed one to an oblivious Yang, who shrieked at the contact of the cold beverage on her arm. "Geez Blake! I swear you keep trying to invent new ways to give me a heart attack!"

Blake sat down next to Yang, leaning against her and placing her head on her shoulder, nuzzling. "What? I'm not doing anything of the sort."

As she spoke, Yang was trying to use the utmost self-control she had to not tackle the Faunus girl and smother her in love. She was just too cute when she acted like a cat. "Is this your third attempt at stopping my heart?"

Blake turned her head to face Yang, a fiendish smile on her lips and a playful glint in her eyes. "Why, whatever do you mean honey?" She brought her tail up to playfully curl under Yang's chin.

The blonde couldn't take it anymore. She tackled the Faunus, forcing her onto her back. As she hovered over Blake, she muttered as she leaned down, "Screw self-control."

A/N: I don't really think Adam is such a bad guy. I'm sticking by with what Blake said in Episode 15. The Faunus are just misguided. Veeery misguided. I'm also a sucker for a happy ending.

I saw the library book thing happen before my eyes. Librarians deserve some respect you guys, they take some intense shizz sometimes.