Caught and Tim were walking back from dual training - Ozpin and Ironwood had decided that occasionally the two would be taught together, seeing how close they were out of class. The two had grins on their sweaty and tired faces. Tim had taken his shirt off. (Wow. Caught remarked in his head. He's got abs.)

This was true: Ironwood's training had built Tim into a lean and muscled creature. "Nice sparring today. I honestly do mean it. I mean, shit, you kicked my ass!" Caught complemented.

Tim's smile grew. "You too, Caught. You put a fight, admit that at the least," Tim replied.

It could have been a mistake considering how hot they were, but Caught's face blushed ever so subtly.

They walked down to their dorm in silence, still glowing inside from the simple pleasure of their conversations. They walked into their dorm and immediately flopped down on their bunks. "D'you remember when we met, Tim?"

"I do."

Caught closed his eyes and began to remember.

He was walking through the Beacon halls. The bunny girl had ditched him, that he remembered well.

He was supposed to go to the Headmaster's office by himself, but he was lost as shit.

He was so lost inside his head he didn't even notice the guy in front of him.

He fell with zero grace onto the floor. "Shit, man, I'm sorry, didn't see where I was going.." Caught began.

This entire rambling monologue coming from him was cut short when he looked into the eyes of the very nice-looking man he had just run into. Oh, god, he's good-looking. The man had warm brown eyes, with some very nice sideburns and some really charming facial hair.. He began to fumble for words, but his normally silver tongue was failing him. Of all times! he berated himself.

"You alright? You don't look too good, get any sleep last night?" the man asked, genuine concern in his tone. OH NO, HE'S GOOD-LOOKING AND THOUGHTFUL.

And finally, his tongue unfroze. "Could you show me where the Headmaster's office is? I need to go there." Caught asked.

The man extended a hand. "I'm Tim. Tim Wright."

Caught took Tim's hand. "Call me Caught. Only name I know, at this point."

As they walked to the office, Tim looked at Caught. "So you have the problems with the Faceless Man too?" Tim queried.

Caught's eyes widened. He nodded. "Yeah. Wait, how did you.. know that?.." Caught replied out of impulse.

"Headmaster Ozpin told me. Apparently there's a few of us that came here, you and I included, that he intends to gather into a team of fighters." Tim explained.

Caught nodded as they walked into the office.

Tim went back through one of the many fond memories he had gathered in the past months about Caught..

It was the first week they were sleeping together.

Caught had left the room.

Noah was shaking his head. "Caught's a fuckin' dick, honestly. Takes things too seriously. And sometimes he's too highstrung. He's that guy. The one guy you honestly don't want leading you," Noah spat, his voice cynical.

"Hey, lay off him. I think he's doing a really good job leading. You also have to remember - he's just as fucked up as we are, if not worse. It makes sense he won't know how to lead, because he's never led others before. So maybe you should probably keep your mouth shut about things you don't understand and take that the fuck back?" Tim defended.

Noah's eyebrows shot up. "Shit, man, I'm sorry." Noah apologized.

Tim didn't know what had washed over him. Why had he defended a man (who admittedly was very kind to him and witty as shit) he had just met a few days ago so ardently?

They all stood in Ozpin's office now, as they had so many other times before.

"Gentlemen, for now, we have decided you worthy of your first mission as a full team," Ozpin declared.

"You will be taking a simple trip to Vacuo."

Author's Note: Reviews, reviews, they make me happy and are apt to result in more updates! Also, that new Tribetwelve update fucked me up. You can bet Noah's paper-eating addiction will be getting addressed this arc, along with the Crawlspace.