A/N

Hey guys, here, with this thing I've been writing for the past month. Special thanks to my cousin and writing partner Alisa, who helped me plan out this chapter of Fate, Frayed Rope, and (Gay) Feelings. If all goes to plan, this will have three to four chapters. Also, do not expect quick updates, as I have a lot going on. Hopefully, a new chapter will be out within a month or so. Review, give me advice, and I hope you enjoy. Also, shameless advertisement, if you have iFunny, subscribe to the account "RWBY_Order_Of_The_OTP". It's a cult I have on there, devoted to the longevity of Team RWBY Ships.

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Chapter 1: What the Fuck Happened to My Bed?!

All was quiet in Team RWBY's dorm. Ruby was sitting on her bed, humming along to a song playing over her headphones as she scribbled down ideas for a few modifications to her beloved weapon. Nothing too major, just little things to boost the efficiency of herself during combat. The song playing soon ended, and Ruby took that as her queue to take a short break. She lowered her headphones while glancing at her scroll, taking note of the time.

9:25! Wow, I wonder how long Blake and Yang are gonna stay out…

It was a bit odd, at first, what with her sister going out with her teammate, but over the past month, the team leader had more than gotten used to it. With that thought, Ruby looked over to the only other occupant in the room. Weiss sat at the team's desk, taking down some notes. Due to the time, the two had already changed into their respective sleepwear, and Weiss had let her hair down.

The only noise in the room was the quiet sound of pencil-on-paper, as Ruby looked down at her partner, and more specifically her platinum hair that was cascading down her back.

Weiss's hair is really pretty when she lets it down…

Ruby traced the path of Weiss's hair down her back, and then back up. Taking note of everything, how her hair seemed to flow like a waterfall, how far it went down her back, the way it shifted whenever Weiss moved, how it connected to her head, her beautiful blue eyes…

Her eyes?

In her damn-near trance, Ruby hadn't noticed that the sounds of writing had ceased. Ruby snapped her head forward, feeling heat rise to her ears at having been caught. The previously peaceful silence was now noticeably awkward. Weiss gave a small cough, gaining Ruby's attention once more, before announcing, "I am going to the restroom."

Ruby waited for the sound of the door to the adjacent bathroom closing before flopping backwards on her pillows, rubbing her hands over her face and groaning.

Damn it, why do I have to like WEISS of all people! It couldn't have been, I dunno, Jaune or something. Actually, ew, no.

Banishing the thought of the clumsy blonde boy from her mind, Ruby's mind was brought back to her crush. The one person that would never work out. It was simply not possible. Weiss was rich, of high social standing. She was even slightly famous from her relatively small singing career.

I mean, being gay is practically the worst thing that could happen to someone like her, right?

Social controversy and less-than-heterosexual thoughts aside, Ruby's head lolled to the side, eyeing one of the few ropes the suspended her bed in the air.

Does that one seem more frayed than usual?

That was Ruby's last thought before a SNAP rang out, and the bed dropped five feet onto the one below. She felt as much as heard the crunch of wood underneath her, before her head smacked into the headboard. As the world faded to black, the last thing she heard was a shrill cry of, "What the Fuck happened to my bed?!"

Weiss sighed as she stood in front of the mirror in the team's bathroom, running her hand through her hair. She had fled in here just seconds before, when a break from her studying and a cursory glance around the dorm revealed her partner staring at her from her own bed.

Was she…checking me out?

No, that wasn't possible. Ruby wasn't the kind of person to just…eye her up like that. There must have been some other reason. There was definitely something in Ruby's eyes that Weiss saw briefly, before it was overwhelmed her evident embarrassment.

Weiss couldn't decipher how exactly she felt about this. Anyone else she would've caught like that wouldn't have survived long enough to apologize. Doubtlessly, she liked her partner, as she was arguably her Best Friend. Perhaps that is what stayed her hand.

Regardless, further contemplation was interrupted by the deafening crash that came from the dormroom. Weiss rushed from the bathroom, hand unconsciously reaching for Myrtenaster, which wasn't at her hip due to her state of dress, and took in the scene that awaited her. Ruby ways still on her bed, but her bed seemed to also be atop what appeared to be two halves of what used to be Weiss's bed.

"What the Fuck Happened to my bed?!"

Regardless of the dirty feeling in her mouth from the uncharacteristically vulgar language, she felt that her reaction was justified. Her attention moved from the remains of her bed to Ruby's intact bed and, more importantly, her partner who was lying motionless on top of it.

Concern drove Weiss to her partner's side. "I swear, if you somehow managed to die from this…" Weiss said worriedly, cupping her hands around Ruby's head, feeling around for any blood and/or fractures, and finding none. She quickly moved her head down to Ruby's chest, pressing her ear to the center and listening.

She let out a relieved sigh as she heard her friend's heartbeat and stable breathing. The tension slowly leaked from her shoulders, and she let her head rest where it was, now assured that her unconscious team leader was not seriously injured. Her eyes closed.

Only to open once more as that slow breathing and steady heartbeat that she had been listening to changed. The heartbeat sped up considerably, and a single, deep breath interrupted Ruby's breathing.

"Weiss…what exactly are you doing down there…?"

Ruby let out an inaudible groan as she came into consciousness. Her head was pounding, and the epicenter seemed to be at the base of her skull.

Uh…what happened?

A series of images and emotions flashed through her mind, seeming relatively related to each other. Hair, embarrassment, questions of sexuality, a rope, falling (both physically and metaphorically).

Oh, yeah…the bed fell. Ah, crap…

She began to open her eyes, wary of the headache still ringing through her head. Feeling an odd weight on her chest, the first placed she looked was down. The pain was all but forgotten as she saw Weiss on the bed with her, Weiss's head resting on her chest. Heat rose to Ruby's face as she became painfully aware of the fact that she had taken off her bra when she changed into her pajamas.

OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGod what is happening!

Her heart was pounding, and she took an involuntary deep breath. She spoke as she let out the breath, her voice sounding an octave too high. "Weiss…what exactly are you doing down there…?"

She felt Weiss immediately stiffen for a moment before firing off of Ruby's bed like a bullet from a gun. Now a solid five feet away from Ruby, Weiss glared at her, red faced, and said, "My partner was unconscious on top of the wreckage of what USED to be my bed! I was simply checking your vitals!"

Ruby, equally embarrassed, sat up and replied, "Really, because you seemed pretty comfortable nuzzling up to my chest!" She honestly wasn't angry, but was more so grasping at straws in an embarrassed panic.

Weiss, only growing more flustered at the comment said, "Well, at least I wasn't ogling at my teammate!" At that Ruby looked away, her face only heating further as she gripped that covers of the bed and fell silent.

Weiss frowned slightly as Ruby quieted down. As cute as she looked blushing like that, her leader looked very uncomfortable, and that was something Weiss couldn't just let happen.

Wait…cute?

Deciding it was probably better not to chase that particular rabbit at the moment, the white-haired girl searched for a change of subject. She did not have to look far. "So, why, exactly, is my bed in three different parts?"

That seemed to pull Ruby out of her embarrassed stupor. "Oh, uh, yeah. That…" she stuttered out, silently thanking her white-haired crush for the subject change. "I'm not sure, exactly, but I think my bed…uh…fell…" Ruby only realized how incredibly redundant her statement was halfway through saying it. Either way, there wasn't much else for her to say.

Sarcasm was heavy in Weiss's voice as she said, "You don't say? I could've told you that, dolt. I suppose it was bound to fall eventually." She sighed as Ruby extracted herself from the wreckage and stood next to Weiss.

"Well, what do we do now?" Ruby said, looking at the former bunk bed, grasping through her mind blindly for ideas.

Another sigh came from Weiss, pinching the bridge of her nose as she felt a headache coming on. "I'll go call the Requisition's office," she said, turning to walk to the desk before remembering something. "…My scroll was on my bed…" Weiss deadpanned. Ruby's only reaction was a sharp inhale.

Ruby spun around and grabbed her own scroll from the bed that was currently in one piece before tossing it to Weiss. The white-haired girl caught it, before opening it, only to see a lock screen. "Ruby, I need your password." Ruby, who had taken to trying to shift her bed off of the remains of the other bed, stopped what she had been doing as heat rose to her ears.

Oh, Crap.

"Just…hand it to me…I'll type it in," she said haltingly, reaching her hand back to grab the phone-tablet hybrid. She felt no small amount of relief as Weiss gave her the scroll without a fuss.

Ruby had added this password as a personal joke at first, and simply never changed it. It wasn't serious, or at least that's what she told herself as her fingers passed over the keyboard, inputting the required letters.

R…u…b…y…S…c…h…n…e…e…

The scroll beeped as it unlocked, and Ruby handed it back to Weiss, refusing to look at her, and making a mental note to change her password later. Ruby once more locked her fingers under the footboard of the bed, her muscles straining as she began to lift the bed. Weiss's quiet conversation with the Requisitions Office went on behind Ruby as her side of the heavy wooden bed lifted a foot off the ground.

Thanks to her weapon, and the weight it held, Ruby could indeed lift more than the average weight. Given, not as much as her Sister, but still. She began rotating the Bed so that this end would rest off of the wooden rubble. After setting it down gently, she moved to the headboard and repeated the process. As she was about to lower the bed, however, a sudden, shrill noise startled her, and she lost her grip. Her aura surged to her foot, protected the extremity from being seriously injured as the foot of the bed slammed onto her foot. Nevertheless, it hurt.

And boy, did it hurt.

She hissed as she clutched her left foot, falling on her butt. Only then did she process what exactly what that's sound was.

A shrill cry of, "What do you mean, you can't?!"

"What do you mean, you can't?!"

"I'm sorry, Miss Schnee, but we just cannot get you a bed today. The office is in the process of closing, and most everyone has left," said the filtered voice of the man on the other end of the call, almost audibly wincing at the loud slam and cry of pain heard in the background.

"We don't have enough beds for the night, so what are we supposed to do?" said Weiss. Her voice was still an octave and sound level too high to be considered polite, but she felt she was justified in her annoyance.

The Requisitions Officer now sounded slightly angry, "Look, I don't know, share a bed or something, I don't care, but we can't help you right now. Call again tomorrow." Weiss opened her mouth to retort, but was quieted by the call disconnected tone.

"Share a bed…" she said mockingly, seething. She was, however, pulled from her silent fury by the quiet, repeating mutters of "ow" coming from the recently relocated bed. Seeing Ruby sitting on the floor, rocking back and forth, cradling her foot on the floor, and recalling the slam that was the result of her shout, Weiss rushed over to her partner. She dropped to her knees next to her friend, and said worriedly, "What happened? Are you hurt?"

Ruby shook her head, before saying, "No, no, my aura blocked it, but man, it hurts!" She clenched her teeth, rubbing at the sore spot on her foot as Weiss calmed down. Weiss the reached out, pushing Ruby's hand away, and holding both her hands lightly touching Ruby's foot. She then focused her own significantly cooler aura onto the forming bruise.

The partial-redhead sighed as the pain began to lessen in her foot. A single stray thought passed through her head then, that more or less killed the moment for her.

Thank goodness I don't have a foot fetish.

…

Damn it, Brain.

Seeking to get her mind off of that particular path, Ruby began to speak once more, "Man, I am getting beat up by this bed today." Taking her slightly sarcastic comment as a sign that she was feeling better, Weiss retracted her hands from the younger girl. Ruby didn't let this deter her as she said, "So, I take it we aren't getting a replacement for tonight? Ya know, because of all the yelling."

Weiss winced ever so slightly at that. For some reason, she felt generally sorry that she inadvertently caused Ruby to smash her foot, which she articulated with, "No, we aren't. The office is closed for the night, so I'll call them tomorrow. And I'm…sorry…for yelling and making you hurt yourself."

Ruby's brows furrowed at that. Weiss wasn't the type to apologize for something that she didn't explicitly cause. Strange. "That's…alright. You didn't mean it," the statement came out sounding more like a question than anything, as Ruby wasn't used to having these kinds of conversations with Weiss of all people.

Looking for something to call Weiss's attention to that wasn't Ruby, she looked back to the metaphorical elephant in the room. "So…what are we gonna do about that?" Ruby said, nodding towards her own bed.

"Well either we make a pallet on the floor out of the blankets from my bed, or we share yours," Weiss said, her voice quieting down slightly as she said option two.

Ruby's heart jumped at that. In the rush of pain and confusion that had been this night, she hadn't considered the fact that she may have to share a bed with Weiss. That would be bad. That would be very bad. "Yeah, let's get the blankets…" Ruby said.

They both got off the floor, and went to pull some blankets from the wreckage. A bump in the road, or rather, a fairly large barricade, was quickly reveled. It was with no small amount of dread that Ruby looked at the mess of wood and springs that had speared through the sheets and blankets. Her salvation from the embarrassment and frustration that would be sharing a bed with Weiss had been reduced to what could hardly be considered scraps of cloth, let alone blankets.

Well, crap.

"Hehe," Ruby chuckled humorlessly, turning to her partner and rubbing the back of her neck nervously, "You know what, it's my fault the bed fell, so you can have the bed. I'll just grab my pillow and sleep on the floor." It was a cheap excuse, a temporary fix for the problem. But it would suffice.

Weiss's brows furrowed at that. She wasn't exactly sure why, but the thought of Ruby sleeping on the cold floor alone seemed…appalling to say the least. That wasn't to say Weiss's wouldn't have cared if her partner spent the night on the floor under normal circumstances, but usually the idea wouldn't seem so…wrong. "Ruby," Weiss began, "I am not going to just take your bed from you because of a mistake. I'm not heartless. Besides, we enter the Vytal Festival Tournament in a week. We cannot risk someone getting sick at a time like this." The last part had only just occurred to Weiss, and was nothing more than a cheap rationalization that she had produced on the fly.

Now, as to why Weiss felt the need make the statement seem practical was still up for debate.

Ruby felt fear, like a cold, lead weight, settle inside of her. Weiss had a point. Searching her mind for some way, any way, to avoid having to share a bed with her crush-that-couldn't-be. She could find none. With an inaudible sigh, Ruby said, "Well then, I guess we are sharing for the night."

It wasn't to say Ruby didn't want to share a bed with Weiss (as it was actually a fairly common fantasy for her to have), but rather it would be a cruel twist of fate. She had resigned herself soon after she realized her attraction to the white-haired girl to the fact that Weiss simply could not reciprocate her feelings. Her place in society simply would not allow it, and, seeing as how she grew up in high society, it would be extremely difficult for Weiss to abandon that, even if she did somehow have feelings for Ruby. And Ruby couldn't bring herself to put her through that.

They both turned back to their newly-shared bed, inaudibly deciding they may as well get settled. They had taken two steps toward the unnecessarily imposing piece of furniture when the door opened. Yang walked into the room first, shortly followed by her girlfriend. The new duo took in the scene in the room: The mangled bed, the scratches on the floor that Ruby had left when she moved her bed, the frayed and broken rope dangling from the roof, and on top of it all, the Red and White pair staring forlornly at their remaining bed and standing shoulder-to-shoulder.

"I'm…" Yang paused, taking a moment to inhale, "I'm not even going to ask." Blake seemed to agree, if the grimace and nod was anything to go by. It was a short affair for Yang and Blake to prepare for bed, and then they were all settling down.

Ruby climbed in bed first, wiggling under the covers, looking up at Weiss and lifting up part of the blanket invitingly. The image before her stirred something deep inside the older girl that she promptly ignored. Regardless, a single word wormed its way to the forefront of her mind at the sight of her young, wide-eyed partner looking up at her and offering a spot in her bed.

Cute.

There's that rabbit again.

Regardless of vague allusions to old literature, Weiss crawled into bed beside Ruby. Lying down next to her, the first think she noticed was the warmth. Due to her naturally frigid aura, Weiss's body temperature was just a few degrees lower than normal. It was because of this that typically Weiss's bed never really warmed up, instead remaining cold. She had gotten used to it long ago, but now…

Now, she was lying under the covers beside Ruby, and despite both of them being as far as possible from each other on the tiny bed and lying stiff and straight as boards, Weiss was surrounded by an alien warmth. It was not an uncomfortable heat, like she was used to receiving from anything at a higher temperature than herself, but rather a soft warmth, the kind you snuggle up to when cold.

Weiss eyes snapped open as she connected the dots of "Ruby", "Warm", and "Snuggle". She thanked the fact that Ruby couldn't see her face at the moment as she silently burned. The pair lay stiffly on the bed for what felt like hours until it was apparent that the other two had fallen asleep.

It was then that Ruby spoke up, hushed and whispering, "Hey, Weiss, you…uh…awake?" she inwardly winced at just how awkward that sounded.

"Of course I'm awake, you dolt!" Weiss said, rather scathingly. She sighed at her own tone, frustrated with herself. "Sorry, I'm just…kind of uncomfortable," she said, turning to look at her partner, seeing a pair of understanding silver eyes staring back at her. "I'm not used to being this close to someone for an extended period of time."

Ruby nodded at this, and said, "Yeah, I think I can understand that," it wasn't like she herself was in any better shape at the moment. It was an odd feeling, being in her position. On one hand, she was where she constantly fantasized herself being, in bed with Weiss, sharing warmth on a cold night. On the other, this was about as far as she was ever going to get: lying there like a plank next to her depressingly heterosexual partner.

Hey, this isn't so bad; just keep thinking positive thoughts, Ruby. At least it can't get any worse…

What famous last words.

Weiss sighed, tilting her head up towards the ceiling, and closing her eyes once more. She was allowing herself a measure of relaxation, as the goal of tonight was indeed to fall asleep. Ruby, hearing the ice queen's sigh, turned her head to look at her partner.

Oh, what a horrible, wonderful mistake she had just made.

Weiss was lying back on the bed, a single shaft of moonlight spilled across her serine face, even as Ruby's eyes absorbed the sight, and smothering herself in it. She felt like a man who was dying of thirst, and then suddenly was drowning. In that moment, her eyes caught everything. The way that the pure moonlight reflected off of Weiss's already pale skin, making it appear as if it consisted of porcelain. How her skin was just so flawless and smooth, but still sharp and intelligent. That harsh scar crossing over her left eye and contrasting sharply with her otherwise marble skin, yet seemed to, if anything, only add to the Atleasian's beauty. Weiss's hair, so carelessly splayed out on the pillow her head was resting on, like a thousand little rivers of pure silver. Her thin lips that could very easily distract Ruby for long enough in their movements that Ruby wouldn't even realize she was being reprimanded. The faint pink that colored Weiss's cheeks, almost invisible in the pale moonlight. The way the moonbeams glinted off those deep pools of ice-blue. She looked like an Angel that had fallen from heaven, only to be frozen in a glacier, and Ruby was the only one there to thaw her out-

Wait, those were her eyes again, weren't they? Time, evidentially, hadn't really frozen as it had appeared to, and now here she was.

Note to Self: Add 'Space Time Continuum' to list of mortal enemies.

And now here they stood again, Silver staring into Blue, and Blue staring right back.

Ruby felt no small amount of shame as she was caught for the second time in a few hours admiring her partner. The air between them became, impossibly, even more awkward than it had been before. Ruby didn't know what was worse, her embarrassment, or the fact that Weiss had absolutely no reaction aside from staring at Ruby.

When Ruby simply couldn't look at her any longer, she rolled over with a quiet, "Sorry." Or, at least, she tried to roll over. Halfway through the action, as thin, pale hand caught her shoulder, forcing her gently back, so they were once again facing each other.

"Ruby," Weiss began, "You aren't in trouble. Although I'm not sure why exactly you of all people keep doing that, but I'm not…mad at you for it," her tone was soft, if slightly confused.

No small amount of relief washed through the younger girl at this, and she cling to it. It did very little for her embarrassment, but she could feel the guilt ebbing away.

"But, if you don't mind me asking, why do you keep staring at me?"

And there that little bit of relief went.

Ruby's heart was in her throat as fear filled her. She couldn't just ignore the question, and just laying here quietly would only serve to make her look even guiltier. Her face was on fire, the color of her cheeks putting even her cloak to shame. With her blood seemingly consisting of a mix of lava and adrenaline, Ruby forced out the first few words that came to her mind, "You're very pretty, Weiss." Her voice was quiet, yet almost an octave to high, even for her.

Her eyes were closed tightly, and her hands were clenched in fists, curling the blanket in her hands. She couldn't bring herself to look at Weiss, finding the ceiling much more entertaining at the moment, but if she would have, she would've seen a pair of wide blue eyes staring at her, and cheeks that rivaled her own in redness.

Feeling the need to say something in that moment, Weiss opened her mouth, a simple, "Oh," tumbled out. Seeing Ruby lying there, flush covering her cheeks, and oh so bashful, was sending several mixed emotions through the heiress.

My Oum, she's adorable.

However impossible it may be, Weiss's eyes widened further at this revelation. She decided to try and speak yet again, only for a useless "Uh," to form.

Damn these emotions.

Ruby had given her a compliment. Her training had taught her that she aught to give her one in turn. If only she could produce more that single syllable noises at the moment. Steeling herself, she forced her self to say something useful, dignified, and fitting for the Heiress to a multi-billion Lien corporation. The words that came out, however, were, "T-thanks…Ruby. You…are really cute…sometimes…"

The awkward half-complement only served to draw Ruby's shocked attention to Weiss, and make Ruby honestly fear that her face would spontaneously combust. Unable to form any semblance of a verbal response, Ruby opted instead to slide her hand slowly beneath the covers, feeling for Weiss's. Once she found the slender, cool hand, she wrapped her fingers around it, giving a thankful squeeze.

The team-leader was more than slightly worried that Weiss would have a negative reaction to this, but was pleasantly surprised when Weiss flipped her had underneath Ruby's, so that they were palm to palm, and interlaced their fingers.

Weiss couldn't help but recall the long nights that she had spent trying to fall asleep in that big, empty room in her family's manor. Time spent lying in that cold, empty bed…but now, it was different. It seemed as if all the warmth Ruby always exuded was flowing into Weiss through that connection with their hands, and that same comforting warmth that was just so Ruby surrounding her under the blanket. It was truly blissful.

Their hands parted a few minutes later, with a mutual "Goodnight" coming from the two partners. They rolled to face opposite sides of the bed, and Weiss simply lie there, contemplating the complex cocktail of emotions that had been her subconscious for the past few hours, and listening to the calming breath of her innocent partner, which slowed down as Ruby began to fall asleep.

All thoughts, however, halted as the now asleep Ruby Rose rolled over and…

…cuddled into her back.

It was true. The arm thrown over her hip, and the soft, hot breaths hitting the back of her neck proved that. Under any other circumstance, Weiss would've stood her ground, woken Ruby up, and enforced her personal space. And she almost did. There was only one reason that she didn't.

It felt absolutely wonderful.

The way Ruby seemed to fit perfectly against her back, their legs brushing together, her breath on her neck, how Weiss could ever-so-slightly feel the thumping of her partner's heart against her own back, and she was so, so warm.

I mean, it's not like anyone will know that I just allowed her to stay like this. I'll just say it happened while I was asleep.

And with her actions, or lack thereof, sufficiently justified, Weiss settled down, snuggling slightly backwards into Ruby's embrace, and closed her eyes, surrounded in the scent of the Redhead. On most nights, she didn't dream, just an endless sea of black. On bad ones, she had horrid nightmares, waking her in the dead of night, soaked in a cold sweat. On a good night, she simply awoke feeling energized, but never did she ever dream of anything other than that calming expanse of black and gray.

That night, Weiss Schnee dreamt of Strawberries and Rose Petals.

Epilogue

Weiss inaudibly groaned as she began to fade back into consciousness. Although at the moment, in the haze of sleep, she didn't know why, but she really, really wanted to sleep in that day. Maybe it was because of the fact that she felt so incredibly warm under the covers, or the fact that her pillow seemed hundreds of times softer than usual, or maybe it was the slow pulsations of the pillow repeating every few seconds.

Maybe, just maybe, it was the hand tangled in her hair, or the legs tanged with hers. In that moment, she was simply to comfortable to care, thoughtlessly snuggling closer to the source of warmth and the two soft, soft objects that her head was resting on, closing her eyes tightly and futilely holding onto the last dredges of sleep.

She might have succeeded if that incessant clicking wasn't going on.

Regardless, sleep was slipping through her fingers, and she began waking up in earnest. A yawn slipped through her lips as she stretched and recalled the remarkably pleasant dream she had, even though the memory was nothing more than a vague feeling of butterflies in her stomach and an all-consuming feeling of utter happiness at this point. It was the best night sleep she had in a long time. She was nothing but pure bliss at the moment.

And then, to her utter horror, she opened her eyes.

To the tune of a faint clicking noise, Weiss realized what was happening. Evidentially, in her sleep, the Heiress had rolled over, and…and…

Oh, dear lord, was I cuddling Ruby's chest in my sleep?!

Sure enough, the soft objects that had replaced her pillow were indeed her partner's breasts. In fact, it went even further than that, as they were all tangled up together. Their legs were intertwined, arms around each other, and Ruby's head rested atop the mortified 17-year-old's. The situation only further deteriorated for the furiously blushing Heiress as Ruby pulled her even closer, still entirely asleep, and dreamily mumbled, "Mmmmm, Weiss…"

This can't get any worse. Or…better?

I don't even know anymore.

That belief, however, was swiftly crushed as she rolled over, deciding to investigate the clicking that had been going on since she woke. It was funny how quickly one can go from furiously blushing to simply furious as Weiss beheld the camera of a Scroll being pointed at her by none other than…

"YANG XIAO LONG!"

Needless to say, Ruby awoke soon thereafter, and after a few minutes of fighting between Ruby and Weiss versus Yang, several cries of "Help" and "Why hast thou forsaken me?" sent by the blonde to her Girlfriend, who was ignoring the situation, and one hastily fired .50 caliber round straight from the muzzle of Crescent Rose, one scroll was added to the short list of things they would have to get replaced by the Requisitions Office.