A/N: Hey everyone! Blue again. Finally bringing this chapter to you guys. Now there is one more chapter left after this one, we are just about at the end! Whooo! Sorry for not responding to any of the reviews this time! Life got a little crazy. But I do read them all and appreciate your feedback! I hope you enjoy this chapter as well. Enjoy the Bees!

Chapter 10: The Third Event

Her boots clamored fearfully down the concrete path before her. She dare not look behind. She just kept running. Heavy footsteps followed in her wake, pounding with fury. His anger was palpable, thick in the air. Suffocating Blake as she desperately attempted to escape his wrath.

She turned.

Never did she think she would ever have to be put in the position of literally running for her life. She thought she was safe, protected.

She was wrong.

She turned.

She turned into a dead end. This realization dawned on her too late, and she felt the man's footsteps slow as she reached the wall. When she turned to face him, his lips contorted into something similar to a smile, but almost primal. Step by step, he drew in. Blake backed up as far as she could, but found no relief pressed up against the wall. There was no way out. No escape. No real plan.

No one is here to save me this time. She thought with morose resignation, before the man rushed towards her.

No.

She could not give up now. Not after everything that she had been through. She was a survivor. She was stronger then this.

So right when the man was about to plunge the knife into her, she side-stepped and let him run into the bricks. He grunted and swiveled to face her again.

"You are truly cruel, Blake." He seethed. "You let them lock me up, you don't write, don't call."

"Leave me alone!" Blake cried, tears running down her face. It was part fear and part fury. She didn't know which one was stronger right now, but she didn't care. It was keeping her alive.

Adam went for another stab, this one grazed her side. Wincing, she grabbed his arm as it slid past her and brought her knee up to the man's elbow, disarming him. While he screamed out in pain, she felt for the weapon with her feet and kicked it behind her, the metal clanked loudly against the concrete floor.

"RRRAAA!" The enraged man roared, punching Blake in the face. She released his arm and brought her hands up in defense. She tried to block his attacks, but the blow to her head made her feel woozy. When he seemed to tire marginally, she took the time to fight back. She landed two jabs to his face and tried to throw in a right hook. Adam, however, was ready for that one. He caught her fist and grinned madly.

"You forget who taught you that combo?" He said, twisting her fist and kneeing her in the chest.

"Aaah!" Blake screamed in pain. He released her fist, moving towards the knife again. Her body protested, but Blake forced herself to rush the man once again. She tackled him to the ground, he clearly had thought the fight was over.

No.

Far from over.

She wasn't done yet.

She wrestled to pin him to the ground, but he was far stronger than her and pinned her first. He released a flurry of blows to her abdomen and a couple to her face. Her left eye was already swelling up, she could feel it.

He scrambled off to reach the knife. Before he could touch it, Blake gave it one last go. She jumped onto his back and tried to strangle him into submission. He struggled against her grip, staggering to his feet. But she felt his knees start to give, and Blake felt hopeful. She could win! She could-

Wam!

All of a sudden, Adam had hurdled himself against a wall to dislodge Blake.

Wam!

Blake was pretty sure that one broke a rib. She screamed out, but still maintain her grip. She wouldn't let go. She would survive. She would-

Wam!

This time, Blake's head smashed into the brick wall.

Hard.

She felt herself drop off of Adam and onto the concrete ground. Placing her hand on her head, she found a warm sticky substance there.

It was blood. There was a lot of it.

She didn't feel the pain though, everything just felt hazy and unreal. Even as Adam savagely kicked her rib-cage. Over and over. It was dulled and surreal to her, as if she was merely a spectator. But this was very real and it was happening to her.

And there wasn't anything she could do.

She was going to die here. She should have listened to Yang. This is what she was trying to prevent.

"I'm... Sorry... Yang." Blake whispered.

Adam must have heard it, because he stopped his attack and got in her face. He was screaming something, but she couldn't hear him.

She was just numb, and growing more numb as time went on. Tears trickled down her face. It was about the only sensation she was still aware of. Something about that was sad to Blake. That the last thing she would ever feel would be tears.

Adam had apparently grown bored of toying with her and walked over to grab his knife once again. Slowly he turned and stomped towards her, grinning like the madman he was. He made it as slow as possible, knowing there was no more fight left in her. She didn't feel like moving at all, she didn't even know if she would be able to.

He was now right above her, tightly gripping the gleaming weapon. She hoped that it would be quick. She hoped that it would be painless.

She hoped that she would see Yang in the afterlife.

He raised his weapon, ready to strike. Blake's vision grew darker and darker, no longer able to fight off unconsciousness. The last thing she saw was a flash of bright yellow.

And then darkness.

XxXxX

When Blake came to, she expected to see a scenery of pure white, just like Ruby had described to her. She expected to feel at peace, restful.

She did not.

When she woke, she was in immense amounts of pain, particularly in her head and abdomen. She tried to pry her eyes open, but found that only the right one would do so, the left one was far too swollen for her to see anything out of it.

But she was clearly not in a pure white scenery. She heard a rhythmic beeping and suddenly aware of the needle that was stuck in her arm. It was hooked up to a bag of some sort of liquid.

A hospital. She was in a hospital. How did that happen? Did someone stop him? Did someone find her? Yes her abdomen was sore, but she didn't feel the sharp pain of a stab wound. With all of these swirling thoughts, one prevailed above all of them. One that dumbfounded her.

She survived.

Blake felt another presence by her side. Slowly and painfully moving her head to the side, she saw a sight she never thought she would ever see. Sitting in a chair, passed out, was Yang in a hospital gown. She had clearly been in some sort of scuffle. She had taken a couple blows to the face, some bandages around her head, and her right arm in a sling.

But... Angels don't get hurt.

Maybe she was faking it? So that she could be here with her?

No, that didn't make any sense either.

Yang suddenly shifted about, as if she had been fighting off sleep and Blake just happened to catch her when she was nodding off. When she saw a pair of amber eyes staring back at her, she practically leapt out of her seat. Before she could reach Blake, she gripped her side with her left arm and winced.

That was real. Her pain was definitely real right there.

"Blake, you're finally awake!" Yang exclaimed through the pain.

"Yang? What.. happened?" She asked, bringing a hand to her head. That proved to be a mistake, as it brought even more pain to the raven-haired girl.

"Careful!" Yang chided, full of worry. "You don't want to make it worse."

"What?"

"You got a concussion, a pretty bad one... Among other injuries."

"Right, I was..." Blake said groggily trying to recall what had just happened.

Adam! She sprung upright in the hospital bed, another mistake. Everything just hurt.

"Blake!" Yang exclaimed, coming right up to the side of her bed. "Here, calm down and lay back."

"Where's Adam? He was there! He was... he-" Blake said, her voice quivering with fear.

"He's back in jail where he belongs."

"Wha... How?"

"Well, long story short, I beat the crap out of him." Yang bluntly explained. "He did get some good shots in, but you should see him. He's muuuuuuch worse off."

"Wha- You're... you're hurt." Blake observed "I thought angels couldn't get hurt."

"... Complete angels can't." Yang answered quietly. "But I stopped being one the moment I stopped the bastard from plunging his knife into you."

"You're..."

"Clipped." Yang confirmed. "Yeah, I am. Gotta say, it's a bit strange. I haven't been in a real fight in eighty years... It's a lot more painful than I remember it being."

"But... You gave up being a complete angel. Why?"

"Blake." Yang said with a meaningful smile. "I think we both know the reason."

"You... You fell... for me?"

Yang looked down at her left hand, and gripped it tightly.

"I did. I... Fell for you, Blake. I tried to fight it, but I couldn't." Yang admitted. "I... um... I love you, Blake. A-and I couldn't follow their orders anymore."

"What were their orders?"

Yang grew silent and sat back down in her seat. She took a deep breath and put a serious expression on her face.

"They send angels for... many different reasons. Most of the time, they don't see us, invisible guardians. There are, however, some cases that need more... help? No, that's not the right word. Um... Assistance? No..."

"A human touch?" Blake supplied. Yang smirked at her.

"Exactly. You really are meant to be an author." She chuckled, but the mirth did not last. "These circumstances are usually reserved for guardian angel positions. People who need to be protected closely. But not always..."

"What... are the other reasons?" Blake asked, a bit afraid of her answer.

"Sometimes... people are fated to die, it's just how it goes. Now, when said person does not feel like their life has been fulfilling, they often have a hard time moving on into the afterlife. So we are sent in to help them fulfill everything before their death. Think of it as the Make a Wish Foundation, except they don't know they're going to die."

"I... was fated to die?"

"... Yes." Yang reluctantly answered. "When such an event occurs, it comes in threes. The first death chance is sudden and unexpected. The car. We usually prevent the first one and then help our charges out. The second is frightening. The robber at the karaoke bar. This is the one we shoot for."

"Pun intended?" Blake deadpanned. Yang's eyes lit up at her unintentional joke.

"A happy accident." Yang beamed. "Anyways, we go for this one. Get everything set and done before the third one."

"What's the third one?"

"It's traumatic, brutal, painful. It's the worst way to die." Yang explained. "I was supposed to let you die at the bar. They saw that I was getting close to you. That you were starting to piece everything together. So they took me off and assigned me to another case."

"But you didn't."

"But I didn't." Yang confirmed. "I couldn't. They also found out about our meeting the other day. It's the reason I couldn't come to you when you called for me on the streets. They made me observe it happen, just to make sure I didn't try anything. I did anyways."

"So." Blake started, swallowing the lump she had in her throat to ask the question that was burning in her mind. "What happens if the third one is prevented? Does it get worse?"

"Well first of all it takes a lot to stop the third one, but once it has been changed, so has fate."

"You changed fate?"

"Yup. And I honestly have no idea what's gonna happen next. But I do know that you are safe now, and that's all that matters to me."

Yang rose from her seat. And leaned in close to Blake.

"I love you." Yang whispered. "I love everything about you. And I would change fate a million times if it meant that you were safe and sound."

"I." Blake started, her heart hammering in her chest at the confession. She had said it earlier too, but something about the way she said it in conjuncture with her proximity made it all more real.

"It's... Alright if you don't feel the same. I just... I thought you shoul-"

This time, it was Blake's turn to surprise Yang with a kiss. It was her turn to pour her emotions into the act of affection. She did the best she could from her hospital bed, shakily raising her hand to gingerly bring Yang in closer. It was much shorter then their other kiss (and a bit painful, if she was being honest), but Blake thought she got her point across.

"I love you too." Blake told her, her voice cracking with emotion. "I'm just so happy that you feel the same."

Yang beamed at the girl, using her left hand to wipe some of Blake's tears away, careful to mind her swollen eye. She leaned into the blonde's hand, but winced as the contact only caused her more pain.

"Sorry!" Yang said, drawing her hand away as if she had just touched a hot stove. "Are you ok? I probably shouldn't have-"

"Yang, I'm fine." Blake told her with a weak smile. "I'm just sore. I'm sure you are too."

"Eh, don't worry about me." Yang waved with her left hand. "I just-"

Before she could finish her sentence, the door to the room opened up and a stern looking nurse walked in.

"Oh, Miss Belladonna! You're awak-... Miss Smith? I told you to stay in bed!" The middle aged woman snapped at Yang, placing her hands on her hips.

"Uh-oh, busted." Yang muttered.

"Miss Smith?" Blake asked, a smile tugging at her mouth.

"You have been nothing but trouble. First you refused to be treated until we took care of Miss Belladonna, then you kept getting out of your room to see her!" The nurse complained. Blake glanced over at 'Miss Smith' and her grin just grew. Was she blushing?

Oh she was definitely blushing.

"So we moved you into the same room on one condition. And what was that condition, Miss Smith?"

"That I...uh... stay in bed?"

"That you STAY in bed!" The nurse shouted. "Did you forget that you were stabbed?"

"You were what?!" The bed-bound girl exclaimed. The blonde by her side raised her hand in front of her.

"In the arm! It's not even that bad!"

"And you have a wrist fracture." The nurse added.

"I haven't thrown a right hook in a while." Mumbled Yang to Blake.

"And don't forget about that fractured rib!"

"Yang!" Blake shouted.

"And now you have upset Miss Belladonna."

"I'm pretty sure you were the one who-"

"Bed. Now!" She scolded. Yang jumped at this and quickly scrambled into the bed adjacent to Blake's. The nurse eyed Yang for a minute, watching her scoot into bed and draw the sheets over her legs. "Now, Miss Belladonna. I'll send a doctor in later to check on your injuries, but it looks like you and your girlfriend will be able to go home today."

"G-girlfriend?" The raven-haired girl squeaked.

"Good! Thank you, Nurse Hilda!" Yang said hastily. Nurse Hilda eyed the blonde and then went about her business checking Blake's vitals. Over the nurse's shoulder, the bed-bound Blake shot her a look of confusion. Yang just grimaced a bit and mouthed 'sorry' to her. When the nurse was done, she wordlessly wrote down something and left the room. An awkward silence filled the room and Yang just sheepishly laughed. "Yeah, she's a cranky one. Nurse Robyn was much nicer."

"Um, girlfriend?"

"Oh yeah." Yang scratched the back of her head. "I told them that so they would let me stay with you. I'm reeeal sorry."

"Well... It's not like it's a lie... right?" Blake told her, a bit shy at the admission. Yang on the other hand, was unabashed in her giddiness.

"Yeah! I mean, if that's ok with you!"

"Of course it is. 'Miss Smith'." She cheekily responded. "I assume you didn't want to set off any alarms by using your real name?"

"Yeeeah. It wouldn't bode well if they found out that I died eighty years ago. Especially since I'm gonna be around a while." Yang explained, examining her right arm in the sling.

"I'm glad." She told her. She felt a giddiness, knowing that Yang would be staying.

That she would be staying with her.

Yang once again chose to forgo the nurses instructions and hopped out of bed. She hobbled over to Blake and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Me too." She smiled. "Now, you must be thirsty. I'll see about gettin' something for ya."

"Nurse Hilda will probably yell at you again." Blake warned.

"Eh, let her yell." Yang waved off with her good arm. "My girlfriend needs water, so I'm gonna get her water." She stroked her hair one last time and headed for the door.

Before she could reach it though, the door started to swing open again. The blonde took a step back to stay behind the door (indeed afraid of the wrath of Nurse Hilda). But it wasn't the nurse who stepped through the door.

"Where is she? I... Oh god! Oh god,+ she's alive! Ruby, she's ok!" Weiss cried out as she stormed into the room. The red-head followed right behind her. Ruby brought her hands up to her mouth and tears welled up in her eyes. Weiss also looked as if she had been crying as well.

"Blake!" Ruby whimpered. Weiss and her ran up to the side of her hospital bed. "You're ok! You're alive! I... How? I mean I'm not complaining, but you were-"

"Destined to die?" Blake answered a bit too calmly. Ruby and Weiss looked at each other and then back to Blake in shock.

"You knew?" Weiss asked.

"Well, I just found out. Would've liked to have known that earlier."

"I-if I told you, that could have messed things up more." Ruby admitted. "You're... really calm about this."

"Well it could be the pain medication I'm on. But I'm also... not alone in this." Blake told her. The couple looked confused, so the raven-haired girl nodded her head behind them. Turning around, they finally noticed the fourth person in the room. Yang stood there, shifting on her feet and rubbing her shoulder with her good arm. Ruby gasped upon seeing her sister and backed up a few steps.

"H-hey Rubes." Yang weakly said with a timid smile. "Guess I... Finally get it."

Upon hearing that, Ruby launched herself onto Yang, crying and hugging her. Yang let out a moan, as the affection caused her more pain than anticipated. Still, she did her best to reciprocate the hug, wrapping her left arm around her sister. And Blake could see the tears spilling down Yang's eyes as she held her sister for the first time in almost ten years.

"R-ruby. I'm suh-so sorry!" Blubbered Yang. But Ruby just shook her head and laughed through her tears.

"Don't, Yang. It's fine. I love you."

"I love you too, Rubes." Yang cried, blubbering even more. "I missed you."

"Missed you too, sis. I'm glad we can talk again. Those years apart sucked. I went through puberty again with out my big sis.

Yang laughed at that and pulled away from the embrace. But she kept her left hand on Ruby's shoulder.

"I'm not going anywhere, now."

XxXxX

"Thank you so much for your help." Weiss politely thanked the nurse as she wheeled Blake out of her room, the two other girls following close behind.

"Not a problem! Just keep an eye on those two and don't hesitate to call if there are any complications." Nurse Robyn informed her. Yang leaned in closer to Blake and she could practically hear the smile on her face, anticipating her cheeky comment.

"See I told you she was the nice one. The other one was a real witch." The blonde whispered.

"Yang!" Blake scolded, but a giggle betrayed her.

"Hey! Hilda! Where's your broom!" Yang practically shouted. Weiss turned quickly on her heels to face Yang, a look of horror on her face.

"This is a professional establishment that-" Weiss started, harshly, but stopped when Ruby put a hand on her shoulder.

"Don't bother, Weiss. Yang was never one for authority."

"And yet you were the one who fell first." Weiss said with a roll of her eyes.

"Well that's because I met the most amazing, intelligent, super-duper amazing girl of all time."

"You said 'amazing' twice."

"Uh, yeah! That's how amazing you are!" Ruby said as if it was a fact of nature that everyone should know. Weiss simply grumbled, unsure of what to say. Ruby laughed at her girlfriend's embarrassment and laced her free hand with Weiss'. The other hand was carrying a bag full of... Actually Blake didn't know what it was full of.

Yang and Ruby's reunion was cut a bit short when Nurse Hilda made a reappearance with the doctor in tow. The blonde angel practically flew back to her bed and put on the cheesiest grin she could muster. In order to let the doctor do her check up, Ruby and Weiss were forced to leave the room. The concussion she knew about, but the doctor revealed that there was extensive bruising along her torso and on her back. No wonder she was so sore. She also, like Yang, had a fractured rib. Yang made a joke about them matching (Which made Hilda glare at her). Yet the doctor concluded the same thing as Nurse Hilda; She would be able to go home that day.

When their 'visitors' were allowed back in, only Weiss entered. Apparently Ruby needed to 'grab somethings for the first couple days' or something like that? The air in the hospital room with just Weiss, Yang and Blake was... Tense. While it was clear that Ruby had forgiven Yang, Weiss did not seem to have the same sentiment. She was civil and polite, but regarded Yang with cold indifference. An outsider would not be able to tell this, but Blake had known Weiss for years. She knew when Weiss Schnee was holding a grudge.

And luckily,Yang caught on too and was mostly silent. Ruby finally returned just as they were about to be discharged, carrying a large tote bag in one hand. Weiss looked over at Ruby with love in her eyes and gave her a quick peck on the lips. She let go of her hand and resumed Pushing Blake out of the hospital.

"Ugh, my legs are fine. Why can't I just walk out myself?" Blake moaned.

"It's just hospital protocol." Weiss informed her.

"Oh boy." Blake sighed.

"Here we go." Ruby added.

"What?" Weiss squeaked.

"She's gonna go on one of those spiels."

"Yup!"

"What on earth are you talking about?"

"She'll talk about the duty we have as patients in a prestigious hospital." Said Blake, dramatically.

"And how lucky we are to have their help, and the least me can do is follow the rules as they have laid them out." Ruby almost recited, impersonating Weiss.

"I like to follow the rules! Sue me!"

"Yang, this woman actually likes Jury Duty." Ruby said, looking over to her sister.

"It's a civic privilege!"

"Nerd!" Blake facetiously 'hid' with some coughs.

"Ugh, you two are the worst!"

As the pair laughed at the ivory-haired girl's expense, a black car pulled up to the curb. Blake wasn't entirely surprised, Weiss was driven everywhere, of course she would call for her personal driver to get them all home safely. Yang, on the other hand, had this look of awe and wonder.

"We're riding home in this?" The blonde murmured.

"Of course we are!" Weiss snippily replied. "Did you think we were flying home?"

"Weeeeiss." Ruby whined. "Be nice."

Weiss said nothing more. No apology, but no further tongue lashing. That's... good at least? Or at least it was until Yang went to help Blake get into the car. Weiss cut her off, eyeing her with an icy glare.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Um, helping her get into the car?" Yang told her. This only earned her a scoff (not the first one she received either).

"Not in that condition! You aren't used to pain anymore, you could easily let her go."

"I'm fine! Move!" Yang said, towering over the shorter heiress as an intimidation tactic. Weiss Schnee however, despite her short stature, was not easily intimidated. She puffed out her chest in response. It was like watching a show down between two predators on an animal documentary.

"And I say you aren't!"

"Ooookay guys, let's take a breather here." Ruby said, stepping in between the pair. "Yang, she has a point. We just want you both to heal up, and that's not gonna happen if you strain yourself."

"Hmph... Fine." Yang relented. She opted to jog around to the right side of the car so she would be inside when Weiss helped Blake in. Once in the car, Yang grabbed Blake's hand with her good one and shot her a warm smile. Weiss entered next, sitting across from Blake. Ruby bounced in and looked as if she had a question burning in her mind for a while.

"Alright, you gotta tell me! How'd ya do it?" Ruby spat out, no longer able to contain her curiosity.

"Huh?" Blake asked, but the chuckle from Yang told her that the blonde understood what Ruby was asking. And, as if she read her mind, Yang turned to Blake to extrapolate.

"Ruby used to ask me how I won each fight I was in."

"Were there many?"

"Um... Would you believe me if I said 'no'?" She said with a toothy grin.

"Not really."

"And you would be correct!" Ruby giggled. "Now! Tell me, tell me, tell me!"

"Alright!" Yang laughed. She released Blake's hand to tell her story. "Well I kind of showed up just on time. So I had to block the attack in any way I could. And well..." She lifted her sling to show her injury.

"That's how you got the stab wound?" Blake asked.

"Yeeeah. But hey! At least that got the knife away from him! I just... Didn't think my immortality-"

"Ahem!" Weiss snapped, pointing behind her to the driver.

"Uuuuh, I didn't think that... You know what... would run out so soon. And damn it hurt like hell."

"Language." Weiss scolded.

"Sorry." Yang said. "It hurt like a bitch!"

Ruby giggled at her sister's quick wit while Weiss scoffed once again. Yang filled Ruby in on the details of her brawl as they drove home. Blake was so happy to see these two united again, but again the worries about the future began to creep in. What was Yang gonna do now that she was essentially 'human' again? She remembers Ruby acting very strange when she first started dating Weiss. Would Yang act the same way? And Weiss seemed to hate Yang. Was there any way they could get along?

All these thoughts came crashing over her and she was starting to breathe a bit quicker. But, then she felt Yang slip her hand back into hers.

It was warm.

Warm and comforting.

It would be ok. It would all be ok. Things may be a bit more... complicated now, but she wasn't alone. For once, she truly knew she wasn't alone. Yes she felt close to Ruby and Weiss before, but now their friendship had raised to a new level. There were no more secrets. Well... Blake supposed there were, but now she was in on it, a secret they kept from the world.

And there was Yang. Yang, who truly did care about her. Yang, who wasn't just following orders. Yang, who gave up so much to prove how much she cared.

"You alright?" Yang asked her in a soft voice, leaning closer. Blake looked up into her eyes and smiled warmly.

"Yeah. Yeah I am."