Sometimes Life is a Dream

At the scene, it's a mess. Wooden tables flipped over, beer bottles and drinking glasses shattered on the floor, lights flickered inconsistently to illuminate the setting. It's noon but the blinds blocked light into the bar. These factors didn't stop the two from brawling however. Both fought hand to hand, trading blows and dodging somewhat lethal hits. One grew tiresome of the duel and used his sword to finish things. All this over some altercation on spilled liquor. A trivial matter resulting in severe damages.

The bartender attempted to calm things down but to no avail, forcing himself to call the authorities. Despite the intervention, they continued to wreak havoc inside. Several men attempted to place their hands on both in hopes they'd calm down or incapacitate them. The aftermath is said men were on the ground unconscious or writhing in pain. One man literally flew from one side of the bar to the next after a harsh kick to the face.

A man with dark brown eyes fought in Jeet Kun Do, a style foreign to the masses here. He dodged and ducked the sword wielder who's been giving him a hard time. No matter how hard either one tried, they couldn't land a direct hit. The afro fighter evasion and flexibility brought no chance on winning. however, he can't win on brute force or light attacks. The grey haired fighter showed heavy resilience.

"Heh, damn your good."

"For someone who looks like a commoner, you sure know how to run away."

"Oh? Your one to talk. I'm fighting unarmed and expect me to give in and get hit by that thing?"

"Hmph, if I didn't know any better, I'd figure you were sandbagging."

"You can't always show your hands. Or else you lack suspense no?" His opponent chuckles and brush his hair back, getting a good glance at his foe.

"I like your attitude. But I'm done playing games."

"Then the feeling is mutual. Name's Spike by the way. I introduce myself to those who makes me work up a sweat." This sentiment brought another chuckle from the opponent.

"Qrow. That's the last thing you're going to remember for a while." The long-sword begins to change form, suggesting an increase in intensity. Spike's gaze intensifies as he prepares for his foe and for what's in store. As the two revved up to clash more blows, the entrance to the bar slams open, police storming the bar to stop the two from continuing.

"Damn it" they murmured in a synchronized manner, yielding to the officers but continued to stare one another down.

Metal bars confined the two inside the same cell but both are handcuffed to prevent another fight from breaking out. Spike rest his hand underneath his chin glancing at the wall to waste time. He's unsure how he's getting out of this. Qrow on the other hand stares at the ground and away from his inmate as the paper work is getting processed.

"Tch, thinking these handcuffs can stop me."

"I've had multiple experience with these things. Trust me, they don't work after the first time."

"So you're a criminal then?" Qrow's thinking lower and lower of his inmate despite the equality in the fight.

"I don't like to be labeled pal. I consider myself ubiquitous."

"So, a criminal." Qrow found this man a breath of fresh air to his rough past.

"Whatever floats your boat. I just know these handcuffs can't restrain me."

"Why, cause you can break it with your semblance?"

"Semblance?"

"Yeah, semblance, what they never taught you that here in Vale?"

"You're mistaken. I'm not from here."

"So you're from a different region?"

"Region? Try planet." At this point, Qrow snaps his attention over to this intergalactic traveler.

"You're not from Remnant?"

"Nope, I'm on vacation." A smirk rises on his face. "It would have been great, had you not bumped into me and made me lose my drink. I can rarely find a chance to spend money and enjoy my time." He lounges back and rests his hands behind his head. He's treating the subject lightly while Qrow's finding difficulty in grasping the content

"I don't understand, surely I would have been informed of others charting here or signs of life. I didn't know there were other humans outside this planet."

"If you seriously believe your planet is that special, you're sadly mistaken. The only problem is...well, I got lost here. I didn't even know this planet existed. I planned on returning back to Mars and...I don't even know."

"You don't know?"

"I don't have anything to return to. I burned a lot of bridges and I'm shifting along as a lone wolf and supporting myself."

"What did you do as a living then?"

"Part of a crime syndicate. Did some real dark things. Let's just say, I know my way around drugs, guns and protocols. This, however, is uncharted territory. And what about your past Mr. Twenty questions? "

"Heh, was part of a team with my sister. brother in law and another woman who both ended up as eventual fiances of his. "

"So, your brother in law's quite the womanizer eh?"

"Don't push your luck, much more complicated than that."

"Sounds like all women if you ask me." He shrugged in his smug expression.

"Hehe, both would have your head on a platter if they were alive to hear that." Spike opened his eyes to glance at Qrow. He knows what loss is, all too well.

"I'm sorry for your loss but I've been killed by a certain loved one in the past. I can still remember the gunshots and the betrayal. Truth be told, I might not actually be lost but maybe just finding a reason to get myself killed." His eyes were closed as images flash in his brain and knowing he's a wanted man in certain areas of his world. It was then a silence passed between them and Spike grab hold of a cigarette and a lighter in his back pocket, dangling the handcuffs around one finger. Qrow catches the small theatrics and wonders how he did this without a semblance.

"How?"

"You guys aren't quite as vigilant as you think." His other hand dangled the keys of the cells here and the handcuffs. "I picked up a lot of tricks in my time. A thief is one of them."

"My opinion of you as a commoner still stands" says the remnant dweller but in earnest. Rather than use the keys, the senior used brute force to destroy the steel cuffs "An interesting commoner nonetheless."

"Whatever, I can't do anything at the moment. I like this world, has a very home like feel. But the rules that are applied don't make sense to me. Then again, I don't conform to norms."

"Just wait, we'll get out of here."

"We?"

"Yes, I don't personally enjoy criminals or commoners but considering your history, you'll be very...intriguing to a certain headmaster." Spike has his legs cross and puffing the smoke from his cigarette until he squishes it, extinguishing the fire out.

"Then you're going to need this." He presents to him three rings that used to be on Qrow's hand before the battle. The inmate narrows his eyes as he snatches his rings back

"A thief sounds like a perfect occupation" he spoke in annoyance.

"Hehe, sorry."

It was right then when two figures walked up to their cell. A woman sporting platinum gold hair, thin rimmed glasses and a formal attire to uphold her position in Beacon Academy. The other mimics the outfit, wearing an all black blazer fitted in slacks and walks with a cane. Both glances at Qrow as if bailing him out for the umpteenth time. When they cast their glances at Spike, they look in confusion. They've read the affidavits and reports on how these two brawled and how they kept pace on one another.

"Long time no see Qrow." The experienced man speaks formally, his cool demeanor ever so present here.

"Let's skip the formalities Ozpin."

"Another drunken bar fight?" Glynda interjects as if to reprimand him.

"You know me by now, I like to handle my problems to those who are over their head."

"Yet, this man kept pace with you. Speaking of-." The headmaster makes a quick remark on the fight before turning to provide attention to the other prisoner. "You must be Spike Spiegel from what I've read. Strange, you have no records here on Vale. Or Remnant to be exact. Care to explain?" He stares intently, prepared to find any discrepancy.

"If you get me out of this, I'll be more than glad to cooperate old man." Spike stares right back with a grin, not wishing to give away information for free. Especially to some old man.

"This man lacks aura or the basic understandings of the wold. He's no threat. A pest is the perfect definition." Qrow speaks out to give a rundown for Ozpin. Yet, this struck a nerve to Spike.

"Hey, insults are a two way street pal, you kept swinging that weapon when all I had was my hands. And you still couldn't touch me." The two began to bicker and forgot Ozpin and Glynda existed. It's like the bar fight all over again. The woman turns to face Ozpin.

"The similarities between these two is alarming don't you think?"

"Alarming no?" He takes a quick sip from his mug and makes another statement. "Amusing, yes. I'm more interested in this other fellow."

"Everyone can be traced at some point, even a birth certificate. Yet no records can be uncovered. You think he's part of the white fang? Or a resistant militia?"

"That can't be found from speculation." He sighs at the growing tension forming for the safety of his students and the people of Vale. He does continue. "Unless he explains his reasons for being here, he can rot in this prison and make it his new home. But, that's not an efficient choice." The man sips from his mug before slamming his cane into the ground to snap the attention of the two hotheaded prisoners.

"Qrow, Spike, we have question for both of you to be answered."

"Sure pal, whatever you say goes if you get me out of here. Oh, and I guess you'll want to hand the guards his keys back huh?" He grinned to the headmaster, looping the ring connecting the keys together. "You should train these guards to be more alert."

"I'll keep that in mind." After giving his consent, the bars opened and Qrow's given his sword back. Spike on the other hand gave the keys back. The guard scrutinized him before snatching it back.

Spike followed the trio to Beacon, simply to discuss the events. He can't do anything , he can sneak away and head to his ship but for what? There's no place for him to go. Maybe playing his cards right will give him something worth staying for.

In a conference room, Spike sat with his legs kicked up, hands behind his head to make himself comfortable. Qrow rested against a wall to play as security but also to hear what he knows. Glynda and Ozpin stood like kings and queens, ruling out any chance of fighting back. Ozpin sits and leans slightly forward to Spike.

"Who are you?" With a smile, Spike responds.

"Get a refill of some coffee old man, you're going to be here for a while."

Author's Notes.

Okay, this was an experiment I wanted to try. To write at how both Qrow and Spike seemed like two halves. This is a one shot but I could spin something more if I find out how to incorporate Spike into the fandom. I'd be grateful for any feedback on what to do, not to do and the works. I also have another RWBY crossover with Rurouni Kenshin if this interests you. Hoped you enjoy this small mixture. Until Next Time!