A/N: Hey, Blue again! Last chapter was so short that I thought I would release this a little early (well... really early but shhhh). But I figured y'all wouldn't mind, especially since we get to see more of Blake being too gay to function. That's always fun! I hope you like this one, leave a review to let me know what you think! Enjoy the Bees!

Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY

Chapter 2: Funny Running Into You

Blake thought about calling Yang, she really did, but the thought scared her. She knew that the blonde was easy to talk to, but she was also exceedingly beautiful. Too beautiful to be bothered with someone as mundane and boring as Blake. She tried texting the girl, but every time she composed a message, she wound up deleting the whole thing.

So she simply put the thought out of her mind and tried to focus on her work. Her fingers tapped furiously on her keyboard, composing her email to the company's latest client. The work actually wasn't too rough, only a couple grammatical errors. But, they were a bit behind schedule, and she had to follow up with them and make sure they gave the next chapter to them as soon as possible. The sooner she received it, the sooner she could be done with her work for the weekend. The sooner she finished, the sooner she could... go home to her empty apartment and probably read.

Craaaazy weekend plans. Blake truly lived on the edge.

Maybe she should call Yang...

"Hey Blake!" A chipper voice greeted from just outside of her cubicle. After finishing her last sentence, she sluggishly swiveled around in her chair to face the door.

"Hello Sun." She greeted back. "What's up?"

Sun Wukong, a tall sandy blonde that worked in the printing department. He seemed like a nice guy, Blake just never really got to know him. But he always acted like everyone was his best friend. Super friendly, super sweet, and... well he was pretty attractive too. She heard rumors that he got asked out at least once a week, much to his boyfriend's chagrin.

"Well me and a few co-workers were gonna go grab some drinks after work. Wanna join?"

"Uuum,"

"Come oooon, it'll be fuuuun. It's a Friday, after all." He begged.

"I don't think I'm up to it tonight, but thank you for the invitation, Sun."

"Yeah, I figured. Just thought I'd ask." Sun sighed in defeat. "Catch ya around, Blake."

"Bye, Sun."

Blake went back to the task at hand. Waiting for the client to email her back, she busied herself with other client's work. Edit this, trim that, compose more emails with a detailed review attached. She found no joy in this, it was only things she did to pass the time. And when all the busy work was done, she sat back in her chair and stared at the computer screen.

The client had still not emailed her back and she had nothing to do. So, she swiveled around in her chair, checked to make sure no one was looking, and opened up the website with her personal work. Maybe there would be some new comments that would lift her spirits a bit more.

'Wow, really? That wasn't even a good twist. Totally predictable.' One read. Blake's shoulders slumped. She really thought she threw them off with that one. Guess not.

'I stopped reading after you killed off Jason. It was going downhill anyways.' Another read. Oh come on! Jason's death was unfortunate, but it was necessary to drive the plot forward!

'You're writing is just too fancy, tone it down a bit, Hemingway." Yet another read. And of course there was the mouth-breather that couldn't handle the higher level writing. So they tried to take her down a peg. Jerks.

There were some other not too insulting ones, but Blake fixated on the negative comments. It was all she saw. It was all she ever saw.

"Working hard, Miss Belladonna?" The voice of an older man asked. Blake grabbed her mouse in a panic, closed the tab and went straight back to her emails. Swiveling with a speed that could break the chair, Blake faced her boss.

Mr. Ozpin.

"Hello, sir! I just looked over all the client's works and I'm waiting on Tukson to email me back."

"Ah, Tukson. Yes, he usually is rather late, isn't he." Ozpin calmly stated.

"Yes, sir."

"So you finished everything else for the day?"

"Yes, sir."

"And you do realize that your shift ended thirty minutes ago?"

"Oh, I... I lost track of the time." Blake said, her shoulder's raised in preparation for a scolding. "I am very sorry, sir."

"It's perfectly alright, I'm glad to see you are so dedicated to your work. And please, call me Ozpin."

"A-alright, Ozpin." Blake confirmed. That felt weird to say. "But the client still has not emailed me back."

"Wait till Monday then."

"Sir?"

"Opzin."

"S-sorry."

"He knows the deadlines, if he doesn't get it in, it's his fault for not getting feedback until Monday. Just enjoy your weekend, Blake."

"O-ok, thank you si-... Er... Ozpin."

"Good evening, Blake."

The gray-haired man walked out, sipping out of the mug of coffee carried with him. She never knew how he acted so calm. Some said he had three cups a day. And that was the minimum. Blake got jittery if she drank her tea too quickly, she couldn't imagine what three cups of coffee would do to her.

The raven-haired girl grabbed her coat, checked her email one more time, and logged off of her computer. It was time to go home and... read more. She stepped outside and brought her phone out once again. She had been walking to work everyday since she got here, but still relied on her gps to safely navigate her home. Better to be safe then sorry. She watched the little icon move along with her, showing her the correct way to turn. But then she reached a corner and...

"OOF!" Blake said as she ran into something and fell on her butt.

Actually someone.

Someone she knew.

"Oh jeez, I am so sorry! Are you-... Blake?" The familiar blonde asked, reaching out a hand to help her up.

"H-hey, Yang!"

"I am so sorry! I kind of get in the zone when I'm jogging."

"No, it was my fault, really. I wasn't looking where I was going... again." Blake explained, holding up her phone as evidence. Yang made a small 'ah' and grabbed Blake's hand. She gently pulled her up to her feet, mere inches away from the blonde's face. Blake felt her face heat up at their proximity.

She looked the blonde up and down. She was, in fact, wearing some form of exercise clothes. Not the kind that Blake would wear to the gym (whenever she did actually go, that was). Blake would wear baggy sweatpants and a free t-shirt she still had from college, tying her ebony tresses up in a messy ponytail. Yang, on the other hand, was sporting a very tight athletic tank top that was grey with a stripe of yellow on the side, a pair of black short shorts with the same yellow stripe, and a pair of purple sneakers with black laces. Everything about her was toned. Her biceps, calves, she could even see a hint of abs underneath the tight shirt. Once she was stable on her two feet (if you could call it stable, her knees wobbling from being near the blonde) she stepped back with a small cough. "Thank you."

"Yeah, no problem. I'm your hero, remember?"

"Well you have saved me twice now. How can I ever repay you?"

"Well, how about some coffee? I was just about to grab some if you wanted to join me."

"C-coffee?"

"Yeah, if you're not busy that is. You're not busy right?"

"No, I'm not. But..."

"I mean they have other things too if coffee isn't your thing." Yang continued. "I just figured that it was about time we stopped being strangers, right?"

Why was she so interested in getting to know Blake? She was just normal and boring. Why was Yang making such an effort? She didn't even call her, she didn't even attempt to make any sort of contact after their first encounter. Most people would take that as a sign that they were not interested.

Blake was actually very interested in Yang, but she was too nervous to do anything about it. Despite getting the girl's number, she thought that Yang was just being nice. She was helping her find her way after she was lost after all. Now she wasn't so sure. Maybe, just maybe, Yang wanted something more with Blake.

What is going on? Blake thought, surprised with herself. What is with this attraction to Yang? She's been around cute girls before. Ones that she has been interested in, even. What is different between Yang and the others? Is it because she was kind to her? No, in that case, she would be attracted to Sun. Maybe it's the fact that she wanted to get to know her. After all, who would want to get to know her. Adam always said-

No, stop that. He's out of my life and... He was wrong... Blake tried to tell herself, but when you're called worthless so often, you start to believe it. Especially when it's coming from someone you thought you loved.

Someone you thought loved you back.

"Sure. Coffee sounds wonderful." Blake finally answered. "Lead the way."

Maybe she did deserve someone like Yang in her life. As soon as she said 'Sure', Yang's face lit up with a huge smile. It was like a ray of sunshine had been cast down from heaven.

"Awesome possum!" Yang exclaimed. Her strong hand grabbed Blake's slender, soft one and pulled her away from her route home. "Come on, it's this way."

XxXxX

"So he still hasn't sent in his draft? That's gotta be frustrating." Yang commented, taking a small sip from her grande caramel javiva topped with whipped cream. Blake wasn't sure how she could stand drinking the iced beverage in this colder fall weather. She didn't know how she dressed like she did in this weather either. But when Blake asked the blonde about that on the way over, she explained that she usually worked up a sweat on her jogs, so there was no need for layers.

"Yeah, but I can't do anything about it. I just have to wait. Mr. Ozpin thinks I should wait until Monday, but I might just work on it over the weekend whenever he sends it." Blake responded, drinking some of her plain green tea. She was jittery enough around Yang, she didn't want it to get any worse.

"What? No, you should enjoy your time off." Yang advised.

"Excuse me?"

"Blake, you only have one life. You gotta live it to it's fullest."

"Easy for you to say. You look like you probably party every weekend."

"Not exactly, I'm usually helping someone. A lot of people also make stupid decisions on the weekend. Like going to said parties, drinking too much and trying to get home drunk."

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to assume."

"It's fine, people never expected much from me growing up. I'm used to it."

A pang of guilt hit Blake upon hearing that. It wasn't just the admission of this past pain, it was the way she brushed it aside so easily. How did Yang grow up? She didn't seem like a troublemaker or anything.

Well regardless, those people must be eating their words now, Yang seemed to turn out great to Blake.

Really great.

"Sorry." Blake mumbled. "So these people you help, are they your friends?"

"Sort of? It's for my work."

"Didn't you just say I should take some time off? Enjoy life?"

"Yeah, but I don't exactly get much time off from my job."

"Isn't that illegal."

"It's fine, don't worry about it."

"You realize when people say that, it makes them worry even more." Blake informed her, sipping her tea.

"It's honestly ok." Yang told her with a laugh, but there was an underlying tone beneath it all. A tone that told her to 'drop it'.

"Alright." Blake answered, not believing Yang, but knowing not to push it any further. If she didn't want to talk about it, she wouldn't press her. They just met after all. "I thought you said you observe people."

"Yeah, but I also said I work in the field too. That's some of the stuff I do."

"So you observe drunk people and how alcohol effects their choices?"

"Not really." Yang said, twirling the straw in her cup. The whipped cream was looking more like mush now, mixing with the frozen caffeinated beverage. "It's a bit more complicated than that."

"Oh really?" Blake asked. "How so?"

"It's really boring, trust me. Nothing special." Yang quickly answered, her eyes darted away from Blake's for a moment. As if she hit upon something important. "Anyways, my point was that you should enjoy this weekend."

She was deflecting, Blake had seen it many times before. In support groups she used to go to. Whenever someone was confronted with a subject that they wanted to keep close to their heart, they would switch topics as fast as they could. Often times, they would lash out, agitated by the question. Yang didn't lash out by any means, but she didn't want to talk about work anymore, that was clear.

"Well if I don't do my work, I'll just be sitting around doing nothing all day."

"Alright, then how about we do something?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"You and me. How about we go jogging tomorrow morning?"

"I'm really not that athletic."

"Ok, then a brisk walk. I can show you around your neighborhood so you don't have to rely on your gps and run into any other cute girls." Yang said with a wink. "Then again, I didn't need a gps to do that."

Blake's face heated up so much, she considered asking Yang for a sip of her icy beverage, hoping to cool herself.

"S-sure, I'd love to."

"Great! I'll pick you up at nine?" Yang said with another hundred watt smile. Then, she glanced at her watch and jumped. "Woah, I totally didn't know it was that late. Sorry to leave so suddenly, but I've got some things I need to do for work. I'll see you tomorrow, ok?"

Yang rose from her seat at the table and started to head out.

"Oh, Yang! You forgot your drink." Blake said, holding the plastic cup in her hand.

"You finish it." She said, leaving the door. Blake twirled the drink around in her hand. It was basically full. Now that she thought about it, Yang didn't really drink much of it while they were talking, did she? Two, maybe three sips? Staring down at the sugary drink, Blake smiled. She placed her lips around the tip of the straw and tasted the beverage.

It was sweet and strong, much like the girl who ordered it.

XxXxX

It may have been cold outside, but Blake felt warm walking home that evening. She kept thinking about Yang and their plans on Saturday. It wasn't the activity itself, but the company. She hadn't smiled that much in a long time. Not since the beginning of Adam.

Stop, Blake. She chided herself. I won't let him ruin this for me too. She couldn't help but view her life in two sections: Before and after Adam. She classified the section before Adam as the better part of her life. She was happy, confident, and ready to take anything on. Now, she was just scared. Scared that someone else would be like him. That someone else would use her the way that he had.

Blake bounded up the old wooden stairs up to her apartment and fit her key into the slot. She was a bit surprised to find that it was already unlocked, but not shocked. She walked in, ready to greet her guests who, no doubt, made themselves at home.

"Hey Blake!" A cheerful voice greeted as she entered her own apartment. The red head was lounging on her chair, reading one of the books she kept on her shelf. "We thought you might want some company today, so we stopped by."

"Hello Ruby." Said Blake. "It's alright, I did give you both a key, didn't I? Where's Weiss?"

"Right here." The heiress said, coming out of the kitchen with a pot of tea and three cups. "I had a feeling that you would be home soon."

"Sorry, I hope you weren't waiting long."

"Naw, not too long." Ruby said, still reading. "This one just worries a lot."

"Hey!"

"It's true and you know it."

"Is it so wrong that I make sure my friends are ok?"

"Of course not, sweetheart. I'm just poking fun."

"Hmmm." The ivory-haired girl grumbled, setting down the pot and cups. "You want some tea, right Blake?"

"Actually, I think I'm ok. I've had enough caffeine today." said Blake. "And I have plans in the morning."

Ruby dropped her book in surprise and launched herself to a more alert position. Weiss too, was looking at Blake as if she had grown a second head.

"What?"

"You have plans?" Weiss asked.

"You're refusing tea?" Ruby exclaimed.

"What are you doing?"

"You're refusing tea?"

"What happened?"

"YOU'RE REFUSING TEA?"

"Ruby, I think there are more pressing matters then the fact that she doesn't want tea."

"Weiss, you and I both know how much Blake loves her tea. Almost as much as Tuna." Ruby said, standing up and waving her arms. "And that's a lot, Weiss!"

"Anyways." Weiss steered the conversation away from tea. "What happened?"

"Nothing!... Ok well, nothing major." The interrogated woman acquiesced. "You remember how that one woman saved me from walking into traffic and helped me home?"

"Yeah?"

"Well I ran into her... literally." Blake said, burying her face into her hands in embarrassment.

"Oh Blake." Weiss moaned, placing her manicured hand on her temple. Ruby just laughed at Blake's folly. "Why are you laughing, you are just as clumsy."

"Yeah, and I laugh at myself too." Ruby said. She beamed at her girlfriend with misplaced pride.

These two were quite the pair. Blake thought with a smile, peaking through her fingers. They had been dating since high school. Ruby had just moved and took an immediate liking to Weiss. Unfortunately, it was at a time where Weiss was... having a very rough time. She was depressed and very lonely. She was pushing everyone away at the time, but Ruby wouldn't let her do that. She wormed her way into the heiress' heart and thawed her icy heart.

Like something out of a fairy tale.

Just as Weiss was getting better though, there seemed to be some sort of drama between the two. Ruby then began pulling away from Weiss out of the blue. In the end, Weiss convinced her to stay, and they have been happy ever since.

As it turned out, according to Weiss, Ruby was under witness protection. So Ruby Rose didn't actually exist, there were no recent records of her. Blake didn't ask what Ruby was involved with, it wasn't her place. But that is what Ruby was afraid of back then. She didn't want her to be pulled into that world.

It was silly looking back at it. If she was under witness protection, she shouldn't have to worry about her safety.

"So, what happened? Did she get upset or something?" Ruby asked.

"No, actually. We, uh... went out to a coffee shop."

"You and coffee?" Weiss said with a raised eyebrow

"I had tea."

"And thus solves the mystery!" Ruby exclaimed, finally slumping back down on the couch. "The world is back in order."

"So, you both went to a coffee shop?" Weiss clarified in order to keep them on track. "And then what?"

"Well, we were talking and we sort of made plans tomorrow."

"Ooooh, plans? What are you doing?" Ruby asked, leaning on the edge of her seat.

"We're jogging."

A beat passed before both girls burst out into laughter.

"You? Jogging? Miss shut-in?" Weiss said in between laughs.

"Ok, brisk walking."

"Still!" Ruby shouted after a fit of giggles. "Who is this girl?"

"Hey, Yang seems very sweet!"

Ruby stopped laughing, her complexion became pale.

"W-what?"

"She seems sweet?"

"No, her name."

"Oh, Yang."

"Do... Do you know her full name?"

"I don't think I do, actually. Why?"

"Uuuh, no reason. Sorry, I must have been thinking of someone else." Ruby said. Her shaking hand grabbed the teapot and anxiously poured some of the hot liquid into her own cup. She then took the lid off of the sugar bowl and poured a large amount in, forgoing the spoon that she was supposed to use to pour the sweetener in. Blake had seen this in the girl before. She assumed that she said something that reminded her of her former life. Before she was Ruby.

"Right, well we are both very happy that you are finally going on a date." Weiss interjected.

"It's not a date."

"But do you like her?"

"Maybe?"

"Then ask her if it's a date tomorrow."

"No! I can't do that."

"Why not, that's a completely normal thing to do."

"Not for me!" Blake exclaimed with a large sigh. "Look, I'm just gonna take things as I go."

"Alright, no pressure."

"Thank you." Blake said. "I think I'll take a half cup of tea after all."

Ruby wordlessly poured a partial cup and handed it over to Blake. She had this look on her face, as if she just lost something. Almost how she looks when she drops a cookie, but much more serious.

"Are you alright, Ruby?"

"Huh?" Ruby responded, snapping out of her thoughts. "I-I'm fine. I just... That name... I... never mind."

"Hey, it's ok. You don't have to explain anything." Blake said. Her honey colored eyes watched Ruby, until metallic colored eyes met them.

"Thanks Blake." She said sipping at her tea.

"I have no idea how you drink it with that much sugar." Blake chuckled with a shake of her head.

"I have no idea how you drink it without ANY sugar."

The trio made idle conversation after that. Ruby and Weiss playfully teased each other, Blake made fun of both of them and they all shared some laughs as they finished off the rest of the tea. She was truly lucky to have them in her life. They had all been friends since high school, and they were the only people who really knew her before and after Adam. They ones he couldn't push away. They were her best friends, the two people she could truly trust in this world.

When the tea was all gone, Blake ushered the two girls out and got ready for bed.

Normally, when the pair left her apartment, she felt empty and alone. Yet tonight, all she could think about was her plans for tomorrow and the beautiful blonde.

XxXxX

Yang walked into another alley and leaned up against the brick wall. She checked the phone to see if Blake had left any messages or tried to call at all while she was... unavailable. She was not surprised to see that she had no messages. She was a rather timid girl after all. And getting information on her social circle was frustrating. She was either a loner with no friends (which she could actually believe) or something was stopping her from figuring it out.

It was a shame too. Blake was something else. Clever, smart, and cute to boot. She could probably pick up anyone she wanted, make anyone her friend, get anyone on her side. But, Yang was aware that life never worked out the way that they thought it would. It had twists and turns that no one could predict.

And Blake had been through a lot. She only knew bit and pieces, her case was a little tricky, which is why Yang was sent in. She was a bit younger then the others, ideal for someone like Blake. That and she was really good with people, knowing just what to say and how to improvise on the spot. She had to say that she was a bit thrown when Blake started asking more about her 'work'. She was smart, Yang had to be more on her toes around her.

"Report?" The voice finally asked.

"Took you long enough."

"Watch your tongue Xiao Long. You're good, but not enough to talk back to your superiors."

"What can I say, I've always been a firecracker. You all knew this when you 'recruited' me all those years ago."

"What happened with the girl?"

"She wasn't calling, so I set up the 'accidental' meet up. We had coffee and talked."

"You drank coffee? That's risky, you know."

"I know what I'm doing. I was natural."

"What did you learn?"

"She's lonely, but we knew that. She also doesn't really seem to do much of anything these days. I'm trying to change that. We're going for a morning walk."

"Are you sure she'll enjoy that?"

"I'm not sure, but I have an image to keep up now. She thinks I'm a carefree, exercise junky."

"She's not entirely wrong."

Yang had to agree with him. She use to hit the pseudo gym she used to have when ever she could. Jimmy always let her in the back of his gym and allowed her use his personal gym. It was super kind of him, considering what the man was going through (though everyone had it rough too). She had to work out back then, she needed to defend herself and... well...

There was obviously no need to go anymore, but that side of her still stuck. Especially when she did field work like this.

"In any case, I am right on track. I'll turn her around."

"Good." The voice said. "But Yang, remember that you aren't to do anything else."

"I know, I know."

"Yang."

"What?"

"I know you, Yang. You are a kind soul, it's why you are here. But this isn't something that can be changed. You know that, right?"

"But." Yang protested. "Are you sure? Maybe I can-"

"No, Yang. We must not mess with fate."

"But hasn't she had a hard time already? She deserves better."

"And that's why we sent you. You're going to make things better before everything is set in motion."

"I guess. I just... I wish there was a way."

"I know. This is how it has to be though."

"Right, got it. You can count on me."

"Alright, we'll be watching."

That should creep Yang out, but she was so used to it at this point. And it wasn't like it was malicious, it was the furthest thing from it. She wasn't doing anything wrong, she had nothing to worry about.

Get close, fix the issues, make her see the good in life.

Simple.