AN: A week has passed and another chapter is due. Though, I am sad to say that chapter 13 will be the last chapter of this story. Thank you everyone for reading.

Thanks to Spartacus400 on the RWBY Wikia for beta reading.

Disclaimer: RWBY is a product of Rooster Teeth Productions, LLC. All characters are owned by Rooster Teeth Productions, LLC.

Chapter 12: Rocket Man

Weiss peered in through the doorway, looking out into the empty cabin. The engineer took a step into the module, giving the area another quick sweep. When what she was searching for didn't make itself known, she shook her head and sighed. This was the fourth module she checked and she came up dry again. She had woken up from a very overdue unscheduled slumber to find that her co-pilot was nowhere to be seen. This resulted in the woman sleepily stumbling through the spacecraft in search of her partner. A comb of the modules revealed that the faunus aviator had seemingly disappeared into thin air.

As she walked deeper into the cabin, her view drifted off towards the life support module's booth. The booth that Weiss and Blake had spent so many of their days sitting and talking at. The booth where their friendship began, where they shared laughs and sorrows, and where they grew to know one another. She thought about how in just four to six months, she'd have to say goodbye to to that old plastic table. It was probably going to be thing about the ship she'll miss the most.

Turning toward the wall of compartments that held their food and other supplies necessary to living. She retrieved two drinks from the locker, checking her peripherals for any sign of Blake before popping the cap open on and taking a sip of the beverage. She stuffed the other one into her chest pocket. She yawned and pushed her shoulders back. Her socked feet flopped their way through the bulky door frame, entering their resting quarters.

She stretched her arm up and grabbed the lowest rung of the exposed ladder, pulling it down. It ungracefully fell down its rails, clanging loudly as it stopped just before the ground. Her teeth bit down on the packet to hold it in place while she wrapped her digits around the cold metal. Placing her foot on the first rung, she took the packet from her mouth and gave the room a small look around.

Eyeing the bunks that had carried them all this way. The incredulously uncomfortable, hard, thin foam cots that had brought them here. Though as solid as they were and how many knots in their spines it had given them, they had granted the women important 'late night' conversations. Where the two would exchange old childhood stories; stories about the simple times, when everything was always going to be ok. The bunks had allowed them to be reminded of their morality, that they could still be a person, even on death row. Just like the booth, she'd have to bid farewell to these inanimate objects.

She sighed and put the pouch back in between her teeth. Her arms pulled herself up through the dimly lit tube. The cool walls contacted the surface of her skin as her palms shoved her out of the exit, awkwardly falling onto the mesh catwalk. A hand grabbed the railing and brought her back up. A turquoise fuel tank took up some of her vision; she stopped to observe it.

Every time they saw it, they felt as if they'd been punched in the gut. It was a sad prompt that they'd never see Remnant, home, or anyone else ever again. The shade of blue had become an instigator for usually anger or hatred, sometimes it summoned tears. But as she stared at it now, she felt pity for it. The tank had done it's best to bring them to their destination; another world. It allowed only them to have the experience of stepping on the rich soil of a foreign planet. For that, Weiss was thankful, because she had remembered the tank's true purpose. To provide them with a new adventure.

Weiss patted the surface of the tank and continued on with her endeavour. She picked up her pouch, wrapping her lips around the straw and taking another whiff of the drink. A slow steady walk lead her through the long tunnel that connected to the head of the craft, until she reached the door on the end. A fingertip lightly pressed the button and door opened with a quiet swish.

There she saw her faunus friend, her back to Weiss, sitting luxuriously in her aviator chair. Her arms sitting on the rests as she relaxed her shoulders and her legs loosely pinned to the floor by her feet. Her feline ear twitched as she looked off into the black abyss. A track played through the capsule. Weiss stepped up closer to the ship's control panel.

'She packed my bags last night pre flight... Zero hour nine a.m... And I'm gonna be hiiii-iiigh, as a kite by then...'

"You had me worried for a moment…" Weiss said, taking a seat in her own chair.

Blake smiled, sitting up somewhat in her chair, "Sorry about that…"

'I miss the ground so much...I miss my wife...It's lonely out in space...On such a tiii-iiimeless flight..."

The two sat silent for a few minutes, staring out the cockpit's viewing windows. Counting the stars, admiring their twinkle in the darkness, how bright they shone. The Beacon had floated much closer to their parent star, now with less than a half of year left in their mission before they reached their destination. Nikos' light radiated off through space, giving off wondrous amounts of heat and energy, allowing for the formation of life. But It also allowed them a second chance at life and to view life from different perspectives. Watching everything pass by and seeing things that no human or faunus could describe while you sit in your little pressurized tin can. This was no place for rage; no place for insanity; no place for guilt. For everything around them was dangerous and yet ultimately beautiful.

"What are you thinking about?" The engineer leaned back in her chair, taking in the view.

Blake sighed, "A couple of things…" She said vaguely.

Weiss' foot pushed the chair to face her co-pilot somewhat, "For example?"

The aviator lazily turned her head to those azure eyes she admired, "We've be on this ship for how long, Weiss?"

"One year, two months."

"Exactly...One year, two months," Blake wet her lower lip, "One year and two months; alone. Drifting across nothing, just to meet our end, just you and I."

"What's your point, Blake?" Weiss white brow scrunched up

The faunus sighed, "My point is...what is the point? I know we've tried to keep our heads high, saying we'll keep each other in one piece, even through the worst of it all." She looked back to the stars. But in the end what's the point of it all? Where do we go after that?"

Weiss chewed on the edges of her teeth, joining her co-pilot in her stargazing, contemplating a response.

'And I think it's gonna be a long long time…" The man's voice sang over the intercom, "Till touch down brings me round again to find… I'm not the man they think I am at home… Oh no, no, no, I'm a rocket man… Rocket man, burning out his fuse up here alone...'

"I think…" Weiss paused, working to construct her sentence, "That is the point...Blake…"

The aviator directed her ear to the woman's words, "What do you mean?"

"I mean...being alone, Blake. Loneliness, It's the saddest emotion a human or faunus can feel…" Weiss' gazed crossed over Blake, "And being honest, we've felt it most our lives. We've been alienated, pushed, threatened, and left out to die in the cold...and that's why I think we're here, right now. Because, from the moment you set yourself on this journey and the moment I did, myself, twenty-so years ago, we were destined to end up here, with each other, on this ship." Her palm caressed the center console between them, "And one important thing I think this ship, this mission, has taught me, it's the lesson of loneliness. Not forgiveness, not contentment, but loneliness. I learned that loneliness isn't... loneliness at all...because we're never alone. There will always be others like us, and one of those others that is waiting for you to just find them. No matter how long it takes...two, three, five years…" Her azure eyes looked up to her partner, "Or twenty years...we'll always find that person, that'll make us happy…" She swallowed softly, pushing down other emotions, "And like any person, when you find happiness...you fight to make that happiness last...as long as possible...no matter what…" Weiss straightened her herself a slightly, "And I think that's the point, Blake, that it's whether you...are willing to live and fight for that happiness or...just give up and die?"

Blake inhaled deeply, closing her eyes,, "Weiss...I...remember choosing to fight...for me..to keep my peace. But it never turned out good in the end… so why should I keep fighting now…?" Her eyelids lifted and amber met azure.

The engineer kept a somber gaze, "I've been on this ship with you for over a year...And I think I've gathered enough evidence...to know...that here; here is when you've been the happiest. It's where you truly met me. It's where our friendship truly began. It's where you truly felt...cared for...loved… Are you telling me you...don't want to fight for this anymore? What we made here?"

Blake shook her head, "N-No...it's ju-"

"Then just fight for it." Weiss interrupted, "Continue pushing on for it. Nurture it and keep what we have her strong."

Blake sat in her chair for a moment, thinking. Her focus shifting between the woman before her and the starry vacuum, "Alright…" She smiled, staring into those twinkling cerulean orbs, "I'll fight."

"Thank you...Blake…" Weiss beamed, holding back emotional tears.

"No, Weiss," The faunus stretched her arm across the gap between them, placing her hand atop Weiss', "Thank you, really…" She tugged at her lip lightly before falling back into her seat, "You've...really...helped me, Weiss…" Blake went on, "You really did. Like you said, here, I did feel cared for. You saved my life, in more ways than one, sometimes even risking your own life. And I don't think I can ever repay you for all that you've done for me."

Weiss put her hand up in objection, "No, Blake, you don't need to do that. We're ok."

"No, No, Weiss, I need to, I want to. I feel obligated to repay you in some way…"

"Really, Blake it's fine…"

"Is there anything I could do for you? Anything that you've ever wanted to do that I could help you achieve?"

Weiss angled her down for a second hiding a shred of embarrassment, "There are two things…."

Blake leaned in, "What are they?"

"Well...I've..always wanted to name something or call something my own…" The engineer directed herself towards Blake, "It got tiring real quick to have everything labeled Schnee Dust Company…"

"Weiss…" Blake pointed out the window, "There is a giant rock, about forty million kilometers out, that we're going to land on."

Weiss tilted her head, "Nikos-3a?"

Blake nodded, "You own it now." She didn't miss a beat, "Give it the name you think it deserves."

"Blake, I can't...take that...it's going to be our new home."

"Well," Blake smiled, "I give you my rights to the planet."

Weiss knew the aviator was hell-bent on repaying her, she couldn't refuse this offer, no matter what the offer was. She bit her lip, pondering an appropriate name. After sometime, the ends of her lips curved up, "Tollkirsche" she spoke with a rusty german accent.

"I like it...what does it mean?"

"Nothing…" Weiss smirked and shrugged the question off, "It's just the name of something I really cared for…"

Blake raised a brow, "And what was the other thing…"

"Well…" Weiss blushed, "I don't think you'll be able to make it happen…"

The faunus grinned with the utmost confidence in her eyes, "Try me."

"I can't believe you were able to make this happen!" Weiss spoke over the not-so loud-not-so-soft music, looking up at Blake.

The aviator smiled back down and the shorter woman. Apparently, the engineer had never been to a dance in all her life, always sticking to the books and staying there. They had shared a laugh when Blake had told her that she had also, never attended a dance in all her years. Weiss had given up the idea considering their circumstances, but Blake was persistent on making this little experience come true. Next thing Weiss knew, The faunus had yanked the music drive out of the console and ordered the woman to remain in her pilot chair until she returned.

After some time, Blake had retrieved the platinum-haired woman and brought her to the laboratory. Where she found the most impromptu, cheesy romantic-comedy movie ball. The lights were dimmed very low. An ensemble of ready-to-open drinks were placed set on the workbench. A makeshift disco ball, made up of a bunch of random shiny tools and instruments neatly strung together, was tightly hung from the first rung of the collapsed ladder by an expediently crafted rope made out of an old jumpsuit lining. Two helmets were also pinned to the ceiling by the ladder, using their flashlights to have light reflect off of the 'disco ball.' Blake had whipped up a skirt for Weiss. Composed of a folded extra space blanket, held together by a clever knot using spare washers and a tied elastic belt from some jumpsuit around the waist as a belt. The aviator had sacrificed one of her unused jumpsuits, tearing off the torso and sleeves as neatly as she could and modifying the collar to be more dress-like.

"It's the least I could do…" Blake insisted, looking down into those twinkling spots of azure.

I could spend my life in this sweet surrender... I could stay lost in this moment forever…

"Where every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure!" Blake sang along with the song, spinning her 'date' under her arm. Weiss giggled and smiled, bringing the taller woman closer, swaying to the music. Their grips on each other were stronger than the bonds of the ship.

They stared into each others eyes, a mental serenity being shared between the two. Cerulean mixing with amber in the most wonderful of ways. Overwhelming emotions filled their slow moving limbs, each step bringing them closer to one another.

Blake felt her date press herself to her chest, "Thank you, Blake...No one has ever done something like this...for me…"

'Don't wanna close my eyes, I don't wanna fall asleep… 'Cause I'd miss you baby and I don't wanna miss a thing… 'Cause even when I dream of you the sweetest dream would never do...I'd still miss you baby and I don't want to miss a thing'

"No...Weiss...Thank you...for everything…"

At that moment, the two slowed their dancing to a halt, just standing, holding each other tight, staring into each others' eyes. The two carefully eased into one another, closing the gap between them. Blake lifted a hand to Weiss' cheek.

"There's no one else I'd rather be here with…" Blake spoke softly,

Planting her lips on Weiss'

And they danced slowly into that good night.

And I think it's gonna be a long long time

Till touch down brings me round again to find

Don't wanna close my eyes, I don't wanna fall asleep

'Cause I'd miss you baby and I don't wanna miss a thing

I'm not the man they think I am at home

Oh no, no, no, I'm a rocket man

Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone

'Cause even when I dream of you the sweetest dream would never do

I'd still miss you baby and I don't want to miss a thing

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Love,

~Vox