Guardian

Chapter Eighteen

"She only stayed in the Fang for me," Blake brought her knees up to her chest and kept her eyes on her unconscious friend. "She said my father asked her to make sure I stayed safe after he stepped down. She stuck as close to me as she could with Adam controlling my every move. When I told her I wanted out she helped me, got me an audience with Sienna when Adam wasn't looking, and she came with me. She had no where to go, her parents died in the dust mines when she was little, so my father offered her a job on his security. A few months after I woke up in the hospital my dad sent her on a mission to go back into the White Fang and she kept him updated regularly, until six months ago."

Yang sat on the floor in front of her and gently rubbed her legs. She had remained quite while Blake explained things. "And you just assumed she had died?"

"My dad asked Sienna about her, saying I was worried because she wasn't in touch with me anymore, and Sienna admitted that Ilia was MIA. With nothing more to go on we had to assume the worst."

"Do you know anything about her mission? Why your dad sent her?"

Blake shook her head. "I tried asking but they both just said it was best that I didn't know," she sniffed as her eyes got misty. "We had a small service for her, just me, my family, and some of the guards she was close to. Sienna even showed up and gave her condolences. If she's been alive this whole time why did Sienna lie?"

"I don't think she was lying," Yang sighed as she stood. "What if Ilia really did go MIA?"

"Then where has she been these past six months?" Right as she finished her question the answer became clear and the look on Yang's face only cemented it. "Adam. He did this," her voice shook with anger. "He knows she helped me leave the Fang."

Yang bent down and kissed the top of her head, right in between her ears, and stalked to her fridge to pull out three bottles of water. She handed one to Blake, kept one for herself, and set the third on her coffee table in front of Ilia. "For when she wakes up," she held her hand out. "Let's give her some room. We can't do anything else here and I doubt the hospitals would be willing to help someone in Fang gear, at least not without getting the cops involved and I would like to keep Chief as far from this as possible, he has enough to deal with. We'll check on her in the morning just come to bed."

Blake took a sip of her water and accepted Yang's hand. Once settled into bed she rested her head on Yang's chest and sighed comfortably before drifting to sleep.

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The bed was empty when Blake finally woke up. She shot up and heard the sound of humming coming from the kitchen. Yang stood over her stove and was bouncing to her own beat as she stirred around what smelled like scrambled eggs in a frying pan. Seeing a domestic side of Yang made her smile and laugh quietly. To think that her girlfriend, who always wore a worn out leather jacket, rode a motorcycle, and used to punch Grimm right from the sky, danced around her kitchen while she made breakfast. It amused her.

The apartment was cold so Blake wrapped herself up in the blanket, that still held some of Yang's body heat in it, before she shuffled into the kitchen and leaned her head against Yang's back, placing a soft kiss between her shoulder blades.

"Well good morning," she chuckled and turned the stove off. "I wondered when you were going to wake up. It's almost noon you know."

Blake glanced around her at the clock on the stove and frowned. She hadn't slept in this late in years. "It's your fault I slept so late. We don't all have your endurance."