This is my first solo foray into the RWBY fandom. What better way to spend my time waiting for the next volume to come out than writing fanfic? Firstly, welcome everyone. Admittedly, I haven't actually read any RWBY fanfic (I've not had time), so I have no idea if anyone has done this before. If they have, I'm sure this will be different enough. Some amount of crossover is inevitable somewhere down the line. This is planned as a one-shot for now, but I could potentially extend it. We'll see how it goes. Without further ado, enjoy.

An overwhelming desire to protect and a reckless charge into battle. A twisted grin, a swift slashing sound, and pain. So much pain. Sharp and shooting. Dizziness, panic, fear and then... then darkness. Nothing…

Yang's eyes opened abruptly, a cold sweat forming on her brow and her heart racing as the lingering images of her nightmare gradually faded. It had seemed so… real. When she regained her grip on reality, she noticed where she was. In a room that felt both familiar and foreign to her. She felt too out of it to place the room but felt safe enough being here. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed someone sat close to her bed. Someone familiar. She let out a sigh of relief knowing that Blake was here. For some reason, she'd had a bad feeling about that. Clearly, she didn't have anything to worry about.

"Where… am I?" Yang asked groggily as she looked around. The last thing she could remember was fighting alongside everyone at Beacon and then… haziness.

"Home," Blake answered simply, not trusting herself to say anything more than this one-word response. She was a woman of few words under normal circumstances. Now more than ever.

Yang racked her brain, trying to remember how she'd gotten here and what had happened. Anything really. When her mind drew a blank, she turned to her teammate again. "What happened?"

Blake had been dreading this conversation. How could she even begin to explain to Yang what had happened to her… or why, "Beacon fell, remember? And..." Words failed her as she tried to recount the events. Although she tried hard, Yang's non-existent arm was nearly impossible to ignore. A permanent reminder of Blake's failure to protect the one person she couldn't bear to see get hurt.

It was then that Yang noticed Blake's strange behavior and felt like she was missing something. Her eyes followed her friend's down to where her right arm should be, only to find it gone. All of a sudden, the memories came flooding back, overwhelming her. Her nightmare had been much more than a bad dream. It was a reality. The shock of learning this made her speechless. She had so many questions yet found it almost impossible to ask them. Instead, the unbearable silence dragged on.

Eventually, Blake couldn't hold it in any longer. "This is… all my fault."

Yang watched the slow breakdown, tears rolling down Blake's cheeks as she admitted her supposed sins. It was heart-breaking to watch. "Don't say that, please."

"But it is," the dark-haired faunus repeated, angry at herself for letting this happen. "If it hadn't been for me, then…" If she hadn't involved herself with the White Fang, with Adam Taurus, then Yang wouldn't have been hurt.

Yang instinctively went to take her friend's hand with her right one, realizing all too late that was impossible. It would take a while for her to get used to this. Exhaling deeply, she placed her left hand over Blake's to get her attention. "Blake, look at me. This isn't your fault."

"But…" Blake sniffled, ready to launch into a whole host of reasons as to why this was, in fact, her fault. There were plenty to choose from.

Before she had the chance, Yang swiftly interrupted her, "No buts. If I thought it was your fault, I'd be giving you an earful right now. Trust me." The attempt at humor seemed to help a little. Not much, but it was a start. "Given the choice, I'd do the same thing all over again. Wait, scratch that… I'd rip that jerk in half before he had the chance. Failing that, though, I wouldn't change a thing. And I'm not just saying that to make you feel better." An effortless smile crept onto her face as she reached out to clumsily wipe away some of Blake's tears with her left hand, careful not to poke her in the eye in the process. "I'd much rather have one less arm in my life than one less Blake Belladonna."

A reluctant smile tugging at Blake's lips as Yang's fingers carefully removed her tears. "Out of all the things you could have said and you chose that."

"I think it made me sound pretty cool. More importantly, it's true. There are some things you just can't replace." Maybe she was laying it on a bit thick now, but it needed to be said. Yang needed to tell Blake as much as she needed to hear it.

Blake shook her head at the cheesy line. Despite her attempts to complain, it was just what she needed to hear now. "There you go again…"

Yang retracted her hand, letting it rest back on the mattress. It could get awkward if she left it there too long… as much as she wanted to. Besides, her arm was starting to hurt from holding it up too long and Blake had stopped crying for the most part.

There was still one more thing Blake had to confess to her friend. Now was as good a time as any, before she chickened out. "Yang…"


Blake fidgeted uncomfortably, trying to think of the best way to say this. It was hard to admit and she hoped that Yang wouldn't hate her for even considering something so cowardly. "I… nearly ran away, you know. After… they got you back here and I knew you were going to survive."

Yang was silent for a moment, taking the confession in. She didn't blame Blake for thinking about it. In the same situation, she might have considered it too. When a situation got scary and out of control, it was easy to just run and never look back. Unfortunately, that only got you so far. The important thing was that Blake had stayed. Still, Yang found herself curious at just what had prevented her from leaving. "What stopped you?"

That was a good question. Blake had some time to think about the answer to that question while she was waiting for Yang to wake up. In the end, she'd come to a conclusion of sorts. "I could run forever to escape my problem… hide from them and inevitably let them drive me mad. Or, I could face them head on and find my answers instead of guessing how you would react. Whether you would hate me." Even the thought of Yang hating her made her want to cry all over again. Her voice wavered slightly as she continued. "All I've ever done is run. I realized that if I ran now, I might never stop. In short, I guess I could say it was you. You stopped me from leaving."

"Now look who's getting all mushy," Yang mentioned teasingly, her heart melting at such a sweet reason. Maybe it wasn't meant exactly the way she hoped it was, but she could dream.

"I can't have one serious conversation with you, can I?" Blake sighed, suppressing the smile that threatened to break. She shouldn't encourage Yang Xiao Long of all people.

"Not if I can help it." Yang grinned cheekily, reveling in the chaos she had created. Blake just rolled her eyes playfully at the toothy grin she received. Despite her initial reservations, staying did seem like a good option so far. If she had left, both she and Yang would've had so many unanswered questions and left so much room for misinterpretation. That outcome would have been sad for all involved. This way was much better. Now, they had a chance to work things out between them and move forward.

Blake helped Yang take a drink of water and eat the stew Taiyang had left before getting her comfortable again. She needed to keep her strength up. This was the least she could do for a friend such as Yang. That was how she would see it from now on. Not her mistakes, but Yang's selfless bravery in the face of danger… or at least she'd try. Adam Taurus could have quite easily killed her if Yang hadn't stepped in or kidnapped her, done any manner of things. She didn't know what he was capable of anymore. One thing was for certain, he was no longer a symbol of unifying hope for all faunus… what the White Fang and its members should strive to be. Why she had joined in the first place. That aim seemed to have been lost in translation somewhere along the line, twisted and manipulated to fit certain personal agendas.

"I should probably get some rest now," Yang mentioned through a yawn. She still had a long road to recovery and even talking was tiring. More emotionally than anything. As much as she hated sitting around doing nothing, even she knew her limits. Forcing herself would only make her bedridden for longer.

Blake nodded, taking this as a sign for her to leave. "I'll leave you to it then."

Yang quickly grabbed onto her wrist, preventing her from going, "Whoever said you had to go." Certain that she had Blake's attention again, she shuffled over to the side, leaving some room beside her on the bed. She patted it with her remaining hand invitingly.

"Are you serious?" Blake asked, unable to keep the disbelief out of her voice. That was the very last thing she had been expecting and didn't know quite how to react.

"Very," Yang confirmed, her confidence faltering slightly as she went on the explain her reasoning. "You look like you need some sleep too and… I'd feel better if you were here."

The flicker of vulnerability in Yang's voice made it impossible to refuse. Not only that but Blake… wanted to. She still acted begrudgingly, only in a playful sense. "Fine but you'd better not snore or kick me in your sleep."

Clearly, Yang understood that because her smile returned. "No promises."

It took a few moments for the girls to get themselves settled, neither too sure what to do with their various limbs. After much hesitation, they found a comfortable position for the both of them. The bed was only a single, so it was admittedly a bit of a tight squeeze. Yang had her back pressed loosely against Blake, the faunus' arm awkwardly hovering, uncertain where to rest.

"Your elbow's digging in," Yang clarified as she moved Blake's arm further across to rest over her waist. That was only part of the reason she had done it, but she didn't need to tell Blake that for now. When Blake didn't move, she took that as a good sign. In that moment, there seemed to only be the two of them and nobody else. Beacon, the Grimm, the White Fang... these were all distant problems for another day.

"Blake, are you still awake?" Yang quietly called out into the darkness after an unknown amount of time had passed. She didn't really want to wake her friend, but there was something important she still needed to say.

"Just about," Blake replied sleepily. Yang had been right. She was tired.

After a brief pause, Yang sank back further into Blake and closed her eyes. Her words were soft, just loud enough for her friend to hear and not any louder than that. "I'm glad you decided to stay."

If Blake hadn't been sure that this was the right decision before, Yang's word confirmed to her that she had done the right thing by staying. Without a doubt. Her arms tightened around her teammate, her friend, her… "Me too."

So, there we go. I hope that you enjoyed the fic. Venturing into a new fandom is both exciting and a bit nerve-wracking. Thanks for reading and feel free to let me know what you thought. Maybe I'll get some more RWBY stuff done at some point, most probably either more Yang/Blake or Ruby/Weiss ship wise. Have a great day and hopefully I'll see you soon.