"Our lead story today; more reports of White Fang activity throughout the city of Vale. Four shops were targeted and set on fire, killing four and injuring over a dozen. Police throughout the city have begun round the clock patrols of the streets and there has been talk of a potential curfew to be put into effect if any more of these terror attacks occur."

Blake stared at the figure of Lisa Lavendar plastered on the wall from the projector and listened to the reports. Even though she'd gone to great lengths to take down the man who'd guided the White Fang down such a dark path—she knew the pattern of the White Fang and removing one head would only sprout four more.

It hurt her, to see a group that had once raised her and given her so much pride now fall so far. They were terrorists, plain and simple. Killing now just for sport, for fun—not even to spread any kind of message. They wanted power, not equality and try as she might, Blake couldn't fully detach herself from them enough to no longer care.

Still, there was nothing she could do right now. Not from this base and she wasn't about to leave and become some vigilante trying to take them down. No, she had work to do here that was much bigger than the White Fang and much more important. As hard as it was for her to see them doing so much damage, her current family mattered more.

Having long since been discharged from her stay in the medical bay, Blake spent most of her time trying to help Weiss take care of the restless sisters. While Ruby had become rather quiet and distant during her stay in recovery, Yang was a nightmare of nerves in preparation for her surgery.

It was now the night before her surgery and though they wouldn't be attaching the new arm tomorrow, they would be cleaning up her stump and making sure everything was good. It was a big step forward, one that Yang had clearly not given much thought before coming to this base.

Now that she was here, she was a mess.

"Is it hard for you?" The voice startled Blake and she looked back onto the bed behind here where Yang was lying. They were here for another surgery prep, Yang needed to spec out the prosthetics for her arm and Blake offered to take her. Everyone was busy with other things, including Taiyang taking care of Ruby (as well as Weiss who had grown even more protective of her partner the more Ruby's mood declined). Which left Blake to be the one charged with Yang duty.

A task she gratefully accepted.

"Is what hard? The White Fang news?" Yang nodded. "I mean…there really isn't anything I can do about it. They've clearly found new leadership, leaders that are less big picture and more attack at random and make noise. It's too much noise—they're spreading themselves too thin with all of these attacks and it's going to end up hurting them. I've heard humans call the White Fang terrorists before but I've never heard it said in the news like that."

She watched Yang shift uncomfortably in the hospital bed—they were early because Yang had no patience. Her appointment wasn't for another forty minutes but Blake didn't argue. These rooms were quiet and isolated, which she appreciated.

Stepping to the side of the bed, Blake sat down on the chair and carefully put her leg up on Yang's bed. While her wound had healed, it was still pretty sore and walking was about all she could do.

"What was it like? Living with the White Fang?" Yang shrugged. "Growing up with them?"

Blake pondered the question for a moment—trying to figure out the best way to explain. "It was…busy." She said and Yang looked up at her curiously. "You didn't just grow up; you were taught how to be a member. Before Adam took over leadership, the White Fang was really about education. They wanted the Faunus to understand history and why what we were doing was so important."

"Like school?" Yang seemed genuinely curious.

So much so that Blake found herself wanting to open up more. "School, training in combat if that's what you wanted, learning our history and even interacting with human supporters. We wanted to be accepted—to be welcome and treated equally. It's why it took me so long to leave after Adam gained control and started changing the way we delivered our message. I loved what we were doing at first, I wanted to be a part of that change. It felt like a life worth living. Leaving that and realizing it wasn't what I had dreamed about anymore was the hardest decision I ever made. Well, at the time." She hoped Yang would understand the meaning behind her words. That the decision to leave the White Fang was her defining moment for a very long time, until the day she ran away from her partner. That decision usurped any previous one as the hardest she'd ever had to make.

"What kinds of missions did you go on?" Yang asked cautiously and Blake couldn't help herself.

"Why so curious all of the sudden?"

Yang shrugged again but didn't retreat from her question. "It's a part of your life, a big part, and I don't know anything about it. I know you liked to keep it to yourself at Beacon, but I'd listen if you wanted to talk about it. Clearly, I mean, I did ask." Yang was so good at bluntly opening up that Blake couldn't help but follow suit.

The way Yang smiled at her certainly didn't help either. "Whenever I get asked that question I'm pretty sure it's mostly looking for one thing in particular."

"Wh—what's that?" Yang stammered, which only confirmed Blake's suspicion.

"Did I kill anyone?" Instead of keeping up a charade, Yang merely shrugged and looked down. "I never killed anyone…for the White Fang." Blake admitted and watched as Yang's mood seemed to perk up. "But…I did a lot of things I'm not proud of. I kidnapped people, I destroyed shops that were people's livelihoods. I was also…very good at interrogating people."

"Is that a skill?"

Blake sighed. "It must be because they kept making me do it."

"Who did you interrogate?"

She suddenly remembered a small room with no windows and one dim light in the corner. Blake always hated that room, it was cold and dirty. She'd shower for hours after each interrogation—scrubbing herself hard enough to bleed and still not feeling any cleaner.

"There were often times that our missions would be tipped off—most of the time I was interrogating our own people out of fear of treason."

Yang's eyes went wide. "Your own people? Why?"

Blake shrugged. "It's not easy for everyone to hurt strangers. Even if they were human, it's still a stain on your own skin." When Yang didn't respond, Blake continued. "Other than that I was on a lot of stealth missions. I've always been good at being quiet and unnoticed. I stole a lot of different things—from food to large quantities of dust."

"Like Schnee dust?"

Answering this question in a military base run by a Schnee was probably not the best idea. But Blake had done her homework of this place every single day. She knew where the security cameras were, she knew every guard rotation and every single exit. This room was as safe as any.

"Yes," it felt good to admit it out loud. Even though she felt awful about it now, especially knowing Weiss and how much taking from the Schnee's had affected her. "You do the job you're given. It was no different than when were assigned duties at Beacon. You have superiors and you follow the rules—otherwise there are punishments."

Yang narrowed her eyes just a bit. "What kind of punishments?"

"I don't know," Blake answered easily. "I only ever broke the rules once."

With another nod, Yang seemed to trail off in her own head and Blake felt the weight of all her admissions looming over her. Her time with the White Fang was a part of her now, it always would be. She could never go back and change it and in a way she didn't want to. Not because she enjoyed the memories, even the good ones weren't worth remembering—but because of where it led her.

If she'd grown up as a regular Faunus, then she probably wouldn't end up at Beacon and wouldn't have met her team.

She wouldn't have met Yang, who was her favorite person in the world. Not that she was close with very many.

"So what about you?" Yang's lilac eyes turned to Blake and something about the look Yang gave made Blake's heart start to pound in her chest. Sometimes, Yang was breathtakingly beautiful.

"What about me?"

Blake quickly hammered down the rising tension in her chest and composed herself. "I mean this is a pretty big deal—are you nervous? Scared? Wishing it was your father here with you instead of me?"

"Yes, yes and no." Yang answered quickly but didn't say much else.

"Okay, we'll start from the top—why are you scared?"

Yang quirked an eyebrow. "Because it's surgery and that shit is scary?"

"Are you afraid of the surgery or are you afraid of the prosthetic?"

This comment made Yang's eyes narrow. "Will you stop that."

"What?"

"Reading my mind! Of course I'm afraid of the prosthetic. I don't—it's going to look so strange."

Blake felt her ears rise at that. "Since when has being strange bothered you?"

"I don't know," Yang sighed. "It's hard, you know? I mean I already looked different with just the one arm. People act weird around you. They stare, they move away from you like you might break down and need them for something. I used to go shopping with my dad and wear a big coat so I could pretend I just had my arms crossed the entire time. It was stupid and childish—I hated how it affected me. Being different is hard."

With a soft laugh, Blake twitched her ears playfully. "You don't say?"

"Alright," Yang mimicked her laugh. "I forgot who I was talking too for a second. But then you understand. When all you want is to do is go out and eat at your favorite restaurant but the family sitting across from you keeps looking in your direction and their three-year-old is staring at you, it's hard to enjoy anything."

She wasn't wrong and Blake knew first hand what it was like to be gawked at. It's why she wore the bow at Beacon. Sure, she could have gotten along at the academy as a Faunus—Velvet dealt with it every day, but Velvet was stronger than her. Blake grew tired of the attention; it was never anything she'd ever really wanted anyway. Being singled out for something she couldn't control was awful. Growing up, the White Fang had taught her to be proud of her heritage and to appreciate her uniqueness. Yet, the real world only ever saw her as different—for a long time it made her feel broken.

So she wore a bow and tried to hide. Only when her teammates accepted who she was did she start to feel pride in her differences again. Even then, she couldn't quite find the strength to take that bow off.

"It's frustrating, I understand that. But with a new prosthetic you can get yourself back into the fight."

Yang scoffed. "I haven't fought in years."

"Yes, but it's all muscle memory and you've certainly not lost any of your—" Blake lost her voice as she realized she was on the brink of fawning over Yang's body.

However, she must not have stopped herself soon enough because Yang was smirking at her. "Like what you see?" She asked before flexing her left arm and Blake could only purse her lips and stare as a well defined bicep formed.

"I do," she admitted but managed to restrain herself. "It's good that you've kept yourself in shape, despite being out of active combat, when you're ready to return you'll be able to do so much easier than starting from scratch."

She watched Yang's smirk turn into a true smile before she lowered her arm and suddenly looked conflicted. "So you think I can get back into fighting? Get this new arm and just…pick up where I left off?"

Blake nodded. "I don't see why not. Assuming Weiss has given you the same kind of functioning prosthetic that general Ironwood has then it should be more than capable of keeping up with the rest of you."

"Blake," Yang's face eased and her smile returned. "I really missed you."

"Well you better get used to me," she stood up and strode over to the bed, her sore leg a bit tight from being seated for so long. Reaching out, she dropped a hand on Yang's shoulder and squeezed. "I'm not going anywhere." She glanced at the door and then back at Yang. "Well, I mean that in a broader sense—because I actually do have something I need to do when your doctor arrives, but I'll come back."

That hammering in her heart returned when Yang reached up and laid a calloused hand over her own. "So long as you come back—that's all I ask. Just…always come back."

It hit her like an inferno—she wanted to kiss Yang in this moment more than she'd wanted anything in her life. Instead, she settled for a kiss on the top of her head and a promise. "I will always come back."

Once Yang's doctor had arrived and Yang assured her she was fine for the third time, Blake took her leave and promised to return shortly. For now, Blake had decided to take her own advice. After telling Yang that it was okay for her to get back into the fight and start trying to become who she'd wanted to be years ago, Blake realized she needed to do the exact same thing.

Which led her here, standing outside Winter Schnee's office.

With three soft knocks, she stepped back and waited—listening to the sound of boots clapping against the ground and moving towards her. When the door opened, Winter stood in front of her with her brows drawn in confusion.

"Can I help you?"

Blake bit back her anxiety and held her head high. "The White Fang is a serious problem.'

"So says the Faunus." Winter countered quickly and Blake's anxiety turned to frustration.

"Which should only drive home my point even more. That I, the Faunus, is concerned with a Faunus extremist group."

Winter crossed her arms. "A group you were once an active member of," Blake had not expected Winter to know that.

"Weiss—"

"My sister said nothing, though I am glad to know that you've told her—considering how closely the two of you worked together. No, Ms. Belladonna, I've done my own research on all of Weiss' teammates. Your history was, by far, the most interesting."

"I've done nothing to wrong your sister. She's my friend."

"So it seems," Winter nodded once before stepping aside. "Please, come in and we can discuss your concerns."

Blake hesitated. "Really?"

Winter rolled her eyes. "My family may have trust issues when it comes to your kind, and for good reason—but it's narrow minded to hate blindly and you've given me no reason to distrust you so far. You took a spear to your leg for my sister's girl—her partner." Blake had to fight not to chuckle at how tense Winter became at the mention of Ruby.

Eventually, she conceded and moved into Winter's office. It was far more personal that Blake had expected. There were a few framed pictures on the walls and a well hung medal just behind Winter's desk. While the desk itself was painstakingly organized, Blake's eyes fell onto one picture in particular.

It was a photo of Winter and Weiss. They were much younger, Winter had Weiss hoisted on her back and both girls were laughing joyously. It seemed so out of character for the two Schnee women that Blake knew now. She wondered what situation could have brought that out of both of them. Perhaps the world hadn't taken it from them yet

For as much as Blake tried to hate Weiss for her upbringing and how lavishly she certainly lived—Blake new well enough to know that Weiss grew up in a life she had very little control over. Which was oddly and painfully familiar.

As she sat down, Blake watched Winter move around the desk to retake her seat. She pressed a few buttons and her projection display closed. Winter placed her hands on her desk and gave Blake her full attention.

"So, you're here about the White Fang. This is not a military matter."

"It very easily could be." Blake warned, knowing how reckless the White Fang had been lately there was no telling what they might do.

Still, Winter seemed less than concerned. "Their numbers are dwindling by the day. They've become careless and—pardon the phrase—animalistic. They're violent and lacking any strong leadership. We have enough problems right now."

"You don't understand, Winter. The White Fang can't just disappear. They're a voice for the Faunus."

Winter scoffed. "They've become nothing more than a blade for your people." She quickly punched up her display again. "I could show you a dozen reports in the last month of White Fang attacks, murders and armed robberies. The only help we should be giving in regards to them is to the police trying to stop them."

"They represented hope, once, you can't just wipe that away!" Blake hated how desperate her voice sounded.

Not that Winter flinched. "And Beacon was once considered the safest academy in all of Remnant. Once, it was thought that nothing could stop General Ironwood's army. Things change, Ms. Belladonna. You and I having this conversation is a testament to that."

"What does that mean?"

Winter took a deep breath and leaned back in her chair. "I know your associations with the White Fang. I know you were raised by them and you left them to attend Beacon."

"How do you—"

"I told you, I did my research on Weiss' team. I've given you the benefit of the doubt because Weiss trusts you and you've given me no reason to think otherwise. It's obvious you care for your team—for my sister—and it's admirable. But you are a Faunus and no more than a few years ago the second you walked into this office I would have killed you dead." Winter's voice dropped dangerous and Blake tensed in her chair. "The White Fang destroyed my father. They made his life miserable. Killing his business partners, his family…my family. Stealing from him and every single night he would come home furious and who do you think took the brunt of that?"

Blake swallowed thickly and remembered very similar words coming from Weiss right before she revealed who she was. Of course those thoughts had plagued her—Blake knew better than anyone that there were always two sides to every story. But the suffering Winter and Weiss went through didn't lessen her own. It didn't make up for the childhood she never had because she was forced to grow up in fear of who she was.

She steadied herself. "I am sorry for whatever you and your sister went through. Whatever pain the White Fang caused, I apologize for that. But they were my family. I grew up with them, I suffered through bigotry and hatred with all of them. I can't speak for them all but I never wanted violence—I wanted equality. I wanted feel like these ears on the top of my head didn't make me a monster. But we only ever got anywhere with violence. Our voices were never as loud as our weapons." She felt the tears brimming in the back of her eyes but refused to cry in front of this woman. "I hated it and I hated people like you for turning us into that. I didn't want to be a monster." Blake thought she might break the armrest of the chair she sat in from squeezing it. "I want to save the White Fang."

Winter's eyes were narrowed as she glowered in silence. Blake could tell she was processing, though she wasn't sure which point.

After a long minute, she spoke again. "How? How can one person make the White Fang worth keeping around?"

"Like you said, they're careless now—lacking leadership and guidance. They've been taught with nothing but violence but it has no direction. If you take out those in charge then the rest will be left waiting for a new voice."

"So that's what this is? A power play? You want to control the White Fang?"

Blake shook her head. "I told you, I want to save them. You said it yourself, I'm here with you. Years ago no Faunus would have set foot in this room but I am here and I've been here. I've lived both lives. Amongst the Faunus, the White Fang and the humans. We can get along, but they have to believe it. They have to see it. If they see the two of us working together, asking them to join a united force to help foster peace—it's a start."

To her credit, Winter wasn't completely refusing the idea. If anything, she seemed to be considering it. "What makes you think any of them will listen to you?"

"I don't know that they will. What I do know is that you have the resources to stop what little strength they have left. I agree, the White Fang as it is now needs to be contained, but completely removing it will be a massive blow to the Faunus who are only looking for peace and acceptance."

With a heavy sigh, Winter closed her display again and rose from her chair. Blake found herself following and they were eye to eye again. "It would appear that the White Fang is acting exclusively in Vale. I will speak with my superior about sending a strike team there to control the threat. It shouldn't be a hard sell considering their recent uprising in violence. When you are cleared by our medical staff for active combat—you and I will be accompanying the team to Vale and we'll see if the White Fang is worth saving."

It was a chance and that's all Blake had ever wanted—a chance to broker peace on her terms. She never would have imagined that a Schnee would grant her this opportunity.

"Thank you, Winter." She said, hoping her voice would convey just how grateful she was.

With a gentle nod, Winter accepted the thanks and Blake quietly exited to go find her team.

After her chat with Winter, Blake spent the rest of her day with Ruby, Weiss and Jaune in Ruby's room. It was, to say the least, a very subdued environment That was because Ruby was extremely distant and quiet. No matter how hard any of them tried to include her in the conversation, Ruby would just nod and maybe say a few words, then slip back into her own world. It was tough to watch Weiss trying so hard to make Ruby feel better and always coming up short.

Even when Yang showed up a few hours later, giving full details about her procedure the next day and seeming genuinely excited about it, Ruby barely cracked a smile. Eventually Blake and the rest of them just let Ruby keep to herself. They picked up small conversations with one another and Jaune began to tell them about some of his time in the last few years.

Jaune Arc was not the same boy that Blake had remembered from Beacon. He was much calmer and controlled in everything he did. There was very little clumsiness or self doubt anymore. He'd seen a lot of harsh realities and it had changed him for the better—helped him to grow up and become a leader.

Even though he had no team left to lead.

"It's nice to see you guys though, I feel like you've all been so busy since I finally showed up." Jaune said with a soft smile as he leaned back in the chair he sat in next to Ruby's bed.

Blake couldn't help but notice that Weiss had made sure her chair was just a few inches closer to Ruby. "Yes well, the world still doesn't stand still for you Mr. Arc." Weiss quipped and Blake thought it was perhaps a touch rude, but Jaune only grinned.

"Oh I figured that out a long time ago. Like when I was trying to ask Ozpin how to land in the forest."

On the couch that sat alongside the far wall, Blake sat next to Yang and had the pleasure of hearing her partner let out a less than delicate laugh. "That was so much fun. I was kind of hoping we'd get to do that again at some point."

"It was certainly an interesting way to start our training." Weiss noted as she had absentmindedly taken Ruby's hand and was filing her nails. Ruby didn't seem to mind, then again, Blake wondered if Ruby even knew they were still in the room. "I just knew that I would run into this dolt first and be stuck with her." Weiss again tried and when she looked at Ruby, was met with silence.

Blake's heart broke at Weiss' brief hurt expression—but it was gone a moment later and she continued her task.

"So what about you?" Yang spoke up again—trying to distract everyone from the obvious tension. It was only when she felt a nudge at her side did Blake realize the question was directed at her.

"What about me?"

"How did you land in the forest? I mean, I don't wanna stereotype or anything but…do all cats land on their feet?"

Blake rolled her eyes but couldn't stop herself from smiling. "I do my best to always land on my feet, yes. Though I attribute that more to my rigorous training."

"You mean your cat like reflexes?" The only thing that drown out Blake's groan was Weiss'. "Oh come on, that was a good one!"

"There is no such thing as a good one when it comes to you, Yang." Weiss' eyes rolled so much Blake wondered if they might stick. Of course this only made Jaune and Blake laugh and Yang feel even more proud of herself. "So what about you, Jaune? How did you land—given how frightened you were by the whole endeavor?"

Blake peeked up at Jaune only to see that his smile had fallen and he was pensively staring at the floor. Almost immediately, Blake knew where his answer was going.

"I honestly didn't," he exhaled and Blake saw his smile show through just a little. "Pyrrha she—caught me in the air with her spear and stuck me to a tree."

The consistent sound of Weiss' nail file stopped almost immediately and Blake saw her face pale. Next to her, Ruby seemingly lost focus on everything. She was staring at the wall and there were tears in her eyes.

Suddenly, Weiss stood up and carefully laid Ruby's hand at her side. "Okay, I think Ruby needs to rest." She said with that familiar Weiss authority that meant she was in no mood to argue.

Which, of course, only made Yang argue. "What? It's barely 7:30? We can't just leave her here alone."

"Yang," Blake spoke up and lilac eyes turned to her. "I don't even think Ruby knows we're here anymore."

Yang's brows furrowed together and she shifted her gaze to Ruby on the bed. Blake had the unfortunate position of watching Yang realize that Ruby was entirely disconnected from them. She stood up and strode towards her sister, pushing past Weiss and kneeling next to the bed.

"Hey, Rubes?" Yang tried but Ruby just stared into the distance. A tear streaked down her cheek and Yang reached up to brush it away. Only then did Ruby refocus and look at her sister. "Hey, are you okay?"

"Wh—what?" Ruby seemed genuinely confused when she looked at Yang. "I—I'm just tired."

Yang shook her head, blonde hair bouncing from side to side, and looked up at Jaune. "Can you go find my dad and my uncle, please?" Jaune quickly nodded and left the room on a mission. Blake watched Yang run a hand through her sister's hair—she was so gentle, as if she was afraid she might break her. "Weiss? How long has she been like this? She was fine yesterday."

"No she wasn't," Weiss spoke in a low voice, her own eyes red and pooling with unshed tears. "She was never fine." With that, Weiss stomped out of the room and left both Blake and Yang confused.

Blake pulled herself up. "I'll go talk to her."

Yang nodded, still confused, but turned back to her sister as Blake left in pursuit of Weiss.

The search didn't last very long because Weiss didn't make it very far. Blake found her curled up in between a standing water fountain and an open door. She looked so small seating the way she was—with her knees tucked up under her chin as she hugged herself.

There was just enough room next to Weiss for Blake to fit herself in—still she stopped just about Weiss and waited for permission.

It was given when Weiss scooted over just a little and Blake slid down next to her.

Blake stretched out, her leg not quite ready to tuck in the way Weiss was and she looked over at the youngest Schnee and waited.

Weiss sniffled a few times and wiped at her tired eyes. Eventually, she laid her head back against the wall behind her.

"I don't know what to do for her." Weiss admitted almost angrily, softly bouncing her head off the wall. "I should have kept it from her."

"Kept what from her?"

Weiss closed her eyes and Blake thought she was on the verge of bursting into tears. After a few moments, she settled down and exhaled. "Pyrrha's alive." Blake was almost certain she'd misheard. "Well…I don't know—maybe her corpse has just been reanimated. Whatever it is, that monster chasing Ruby…it's Pyrrha."

"Wh—what?" Blake's voice betrayed her and broke as she spoke. It couldn't be, Pyrrha had died—Blake had visited her gravestone during her travels. She'd said her goodbyes. How would something like that even happen? "Weiss are you sure?"

She nodded tiredly. "If I wasn't before, when I showed Ruby a few days ago I knew because…she knew. It's Pyrrha but she's…a monster. She's not human and it's awful and I don't know what to do for Ruby because it's so hard for her. I shouldn't have shown her. I should have just kept it to myself."

Blake couldn't fully process what Weiss was telling her—it was too much. At the same time, she still had a friend who needed her so she pushed aside all of that and refocused. "You know you had to tell her, that's why you told her. But Weiss I think Ruby's problems go beyond even Pyrrha. She's not okay."

"I know," Weiss sighed. "I want to see about getting her to a therapist to talk about some of the things she's been going through. I just know that if I bring it up with her, she'll be upset at me."

"You're probably right," Blake was certain Ruby would not handle being told to see a therapist well. "But if you think it's what she needs, then it's your job as her partner—her girlfriend—to do what's best for her."

Despite nodding, Weiss still seemed unsure. "What if she hates me?"

Blake could only smile. "I think you love her enough to risk it, don't you?" The answer came in the heavy blush that covered Weiss' cheek at the word 'love' being thrown out. It seemed as if Weiss had come to a decision, but there was more to discuss. "Have you told Jaune?"

"Oh no," Weiss panicked just a little. "Blake I couldn't. That's his partner. Pyrrha was—you remember how they were? It would destroy him."

"It might," she shrugged. "But if it were Yang…I'd want to know. Wouldn't you?"

The words seemed to sink in for Weiss and it made her even more upset. "Blake I don't know if I can tell him. I could barely tell Ruby and…Pyrrha's not like we remember her. She is a monster. Whenever she even senses Ruby it's just this unwavering fury. It's horrifying."

Reaching over, Blake laid a hand on Weiss' knee and drew a pair of blue eyes to look into her own. "It's his partner, Weiss. He deserves to know."

Weiss groaned and lowered her head in defeat. "I know."

Suddenly there were footsteps coming towards them and they both glanced up to see Taiyang and Qrow racing past them towards the room Ruby and Yang were in with Jaune coming up slowly behind him.

"Oh, hey—I should probably not go back in there huh?" He said when he saw Blake and Weiss sitting together.

Blake pushed herself up off the hard ground and clasped onto Weiss' hand to drag her up as well. "Probably not," Blake said, dusting off her pants.

"I should probably go speak with Winter about bringing someone in for Ruby." Weiss said but Blake loudly cleared her throat and watched Weiss wince. "Ugh, but first I—Jaune, I need to speak with you."

He seemed very confused, no doubt because Weiss had been sending him jealous glares every time he stood anywhere close to Ruby. Knowing Jaune, he probably thought Weiss was going to lure him away and have him taken out.

"Um, I guess?"

Weiss nodded curtly. "Good, let's go for a walk."

When Jaune looked at Blake for help, she shook her head. "I'm going to go get some food for the others, you go with Weiss."

Despite the look of betrayal on his face, Jaune followed Weiss down the hallway and Blake began her quest to find cookies for Ruby.

I'm pretty happy with how this one turned out. Blake is fun to write and stuff is finally moving forward for her. Let me know what you think and thanks for reading :)