Years had led up to this. Countless hours of training with her team, private sparring with Blake, all those boring classes, everything. Roman Torchwick was going down, tonight. Yang was running through the twisting hallways underneath the factory in which he was holed up. Ruby had run ahead while she and Blake had dealt with Adam. Yang knew that they had a past together and had left her to make peace. Now all she was focusing on was catching up with her sister.

Yang cursed under her breath, she never should have let her go off on her own. She shook her head lightly. No Ruby was fully capable, she shouldn't be worried. Yang rounded a corner and dug her heels in sliding to a stop. Ruby was standing in the middle of the room, face to face with Roman.

"She got him!" Yang thought her heart filling with pride.

All of that pride turned to dread. Ruby's head was tilted back. She wasn't holding her own weight. Suddenly, Roman dropped her. Her body hit the concrete floor hard, the knife in her chest now in plain sight. Yang stood there, speechless, looking at the limp body of her baby sister.

Roman laughed, "Too late." He said coldly, with a laugh.

Yang saw red, her eyes closed and she could feel the air around her beginning to catch fire. Rational thought dissolved into madness and she screamed, a blood curdling howl of sheer agony. She fired her gauntlets and sailed across the room, her fist catching Roman in the right shoulder. She felt bone break. Her punch flung him across the room and into the far wall. Yang fired again and closed the distance between them and started punching. Tears and sweat mixed with fire and evaporated. She felt Roman struggle, she kept punching. She felt him stop struggling, she kept punching. She felt her fists hitting concrete. She kept punching.

"Yang!" a voice shrieked. She was pulled back into sanity. She looked and saw Blake in the doorway, her hands covering her mouth and fear in her eyes. Her eyes darted back to Roman and she gasped. Where he used to be there was a section of broken wall, blood, and burnt flesh. He was dead, she had killed him. Yang fell back into her hands, crawling away from what was left of him in horror of what she had done.

A few feet away she stopped and just stared blankly at the aftermath, her breathing erratic and shallow. Something grabbed her wrist. She jumped. And looked at back. Ruby looked up at her, there were tears in her eyes.

"Did we do it? Did we get him?"

Yang flipped around on her hands and knees crouching over her little sister. She choked back a sob, "yeah, we got him sis." Her tears fell onto Ruby's shoulder. Ruby looked at her sadly.

"Don't cry. We…." Ruby's eyes drifted as she trailed off.

"NO!" Yang cried.

"Yang, I'm scared." She could barely whisper. Ruby coughed and blood came up.

Ruby looked back to her "I love you… Yang, I love…" Her eyes lost focus and her fingers went limp around Yang's wrist.

Yang's eyes filled with tears again and she fell, burying her face in Ruby's chest. She grasped for her, grapping her cloak and balling it up in her fists. She let the tears flow freely. She couldn't be gone. She couldn't be dead. Yang pulled back throwing her head back and screaming. She raged at the world, for taking her, and she raged at herself for allowing it. Her scream broke off into hollow sobs. She looked down at Ruby taking her hands in her own. She folded her hands over her, covering the knife. She looked up at Blake who was still in the same position. The fear was gone from her eyes and replaced with pain

She slid her arms underneath Ruby and lifted her up, holding her as close as possible. Yang began to walk back, her face devoid of emotion, though her eyes betrayed her. She could feel Blake shadowing her the entire time, silent. Yang wished she would say something, she wished that Blake knew how much she needed her. The walk out of the warehouse didn't feel real. This couldn't be real. This was every single one of her nightmares come true at once. Ruby dead, Blake distant. Yang's eyes widened as it dawned on her. Ruby's body melted away, and she felt Blake's arms slide around her waist. Yang woke up.

"Morning." Blake whispered in her ear, kissing her cheek gently.

Yang spun around grabbing Blake as tightly as possible, burying her face into her shoulder. Blake jumped a little, startled.

"Are you ok, Yang?" she asked concerned.

"Nightmares." Yang said curtly, muffled by her hair.

Blake's tone softened "The same one? With Ruby?" she asked, bringing her arms fully around Yang's back rubbing between her shoulder blades reassuringly.

Yang started to tear up again. "I know I shouldn't be worried, I know she has her own team now. But what if she does get hurt. What if she does…" Yang trailed off, not being able to finish the thought.

"She won't." Blake said firmly, "But no matter what, I will be here for you. I promise."

Yang looked up at Blake and kissed her gently. Blake kissed her back, but quickly pulled back.

"We can't stay in bed all day, we have stuff to do." Blake reminded her.

Yang groaned "Uhg. I know." She rolled out of bed and stumbled tiredly over to the dresser, and began putting on clothes for the day. Halfway through sliding her shirt on, Blake hugged her from behind.

"Why don't you take the day off? You seem like you could use some peace and quiet." Blake suggested.

"Are you sure, we have practice today in Forever Fall?" Yang asked.

"I'll do some tracking with them today. You don't need to be there for that." Blake assure her.

Yang sighed and slid her shirt back off, turning around to face Blake. "You're the best." She said, hugging her. She crawled back into bed and turned to watching Blake get ready. After finishing, Blake picked Gambol's Shroud off of the Nightstand, winked at Yang, turned, and walked out the door without a word.

So much had changed since last year. The war between Vale and another kingdom had forced their training to be accelerated drastically. Teams had been broken in half, and new recruits used to fill the empty spots. Yang was very happy to have been paired with Blake. While she missed her sister greatly, without the current arrangement her and Blake never would have become this close. Constant nightmares had led to Yang spending most of her nights sleeping in Blake's room on the floor until Blake caught her, and invited her into her bed. After that is was only a matter of time before their forced closeness turned into a relationship.

Yang shivered, pulling the blankets up closer to her. Winter was here and she was especially happy to have someone to share a bed with. She started to drift off again to memories of Blake keeping her warm when a knock at the door startled her awake.

"Uh oh." She said, remembering that Ruby said she was going to come by. Yang hadn't told Ruby (or anyone really) about her and Blake. She glanced over at the bed that was supposed to be hers in the corner, it was still freshly made from a week ago when she had changed the sheets to keep up appearances. Yang flew out of bed and to the dresser, hastily getting clothes on. She ran over to her bed and frantically messed it up before sprinting to the door. Yang stopped with her hand on the doorknob and collected herself. After a moment she swung the door open.