Not Even Aura can heal all Wounds

By wildstraydog

Chapter One: The Rigorous Test

Beta: Super Saiyan Cyndaquil

Here it is everyone, it's been a long time coming I know. The research I did was actually very insightful, and will help this story when I try to depict realistic battles that result in mortal wounds. This is about Jaune being a medic after all, he's going to see some carnage.

This story will be replacing Man's Best Friend, at least until I figure something about that story, because I don't want to just pump out chapters without a clear goal in mind (remember when that happened?). This is sort of a redemption for me in a way, because now that my writing has greatly improved, I can do a proper Jaune and Weiss story.

In other news, I also put up on my profile potential story ideas that will eventually hit the site, I even got an idea about Jaune being Glynda's son, but we'll see how that goes. I hope you guys enjoy this, a lot of work went into it – at least in my opinion.

All of his life, Jaune Arc thought he amounted to nothing. Well almost nothing. He didn't share that same sentiment anymore, but growing up in the Arc household was a burden that others shouldn't have to experience.

Most would balk at the idea of seven sisters in one family, it was hard to swallow even for him, but that didn't dissuade the Arc's from accomplishing nothing short of greatness... except for him anyway. It was almost tradition for each child to go on and become an idol for all to admire. His eldest Sister was one of the top huntresses in Remnant, tasked with only the most dangerous missions. His Father and Mother were so proud, always bragging about her to potential suitors or friends.

Two more of his Sisters would also go on to become recognizable huntresses, going on to lead formidable teams of top-ranking hunters. And the third of his older Sisters went on to create a successful business of selling unique weapon parts across the kingdoms. In short, they were looked upon by their long line of ancestors as fulfilling the Arc legacy, earning the utmost praise from his family... and then there was him.

Just as it was before, his training began at the age of ten, his father leading him out into the dense forest area outside their quaint little town to become a real man. The memory was still burned into his mind, though not for the best of reasons. His father ordered him to do menial exercises such as sit-ups, before shoving a stick into his scrawny little arms in an attempt to show an ounce of potential in the arts. It was all to no avail of course; he was just too clumsy and ill-fitted to become a true huntsman, and his Father couldn't fathom it.

Three years later, his Father would give up on him, not just in training, but generally any support. As for his Sisters, they looked upon him with disdain, labeling him the failure of the great Arc family. He would have cracked under the pressure if not for his mother, who no matter what he didn't achieve, still loved him to a fault. And when his younger Sisters began to arrive, the days would get better, and his Father would move on to honing their latent skills.

Not until his fifteenth birthday did he actually realize that his lack of abilities would continue to haunt him. His grades in school were average, and he wasn't the most popular, sometimes the victim of bullying from other children, especially when it came to his incompetence to carry the torch of fame the other members of the family gained – essentially he became isolated. The only one who truly cared about the abuse was his Mother and younger Sisters, while his father chastised anyone for coddling a weakling.

He remembered crying outside in the shack for nights.

The months went by and the impending date of his graduation wasn't far off, and each day brought a sense of restlessness. Jaune was unable to see his future, weighed down by the ridicule from his own family and peers. At this point, he actually went to his oldest sister, Olive, for advice, hoping that she might have sympathy for his cause. To his surprise, she actually decided to give him some words of wisdom.

Find whatever passion drives you.

Simple words, but enough for him to sleep on. And that was when his mother brought home a pile of books that were tossed out by their library for donation. Because of his lonely childhood, Jaune found reading one of the best ways to escape from reality and enjoy the adventures within. So when his mother encourage him to look through the selection, he did, and that was when he found that book.

Jaune lifted up the text and noticed its age, the gray binding rough around the edges and the corners bent. The cover was simple, with the title printed in bold letters that read: Applications of Medical Techniques in the Field. He would have passed it off as another boring textbook, but when he opened it up and blew off the dust, a symbol caught his attention. A strange coiled up snake circling bright lights, and underneath it a small motto. When he read it aloud, his life changed forever.

To protect those without means, serving the warriors of old when none dare to venture into darkness. We are their shield, and they the sword, for not even aura can heal all wounds.

Such powerful words anchored his heart immediately, the overall effect leaving him to gawk at the book. A normal fifteen year old might have brushed it off, tossed the literature aside and moved on to tales of grandeur about knights and princesses, but Jaune found his soul renewed. He flipped to the first introductory page and read for hours.

He was mesmerized by the material, finding somehow that it connected to what he wanted to do in life. The book consisted of a manual for licensed field medics who assisted huntsman and huntresses, along with practical theories. A part of Jaune had always wanted to satisfy his family, to show them that he could still be useful for the greater cause in Remnant – he decided this was the path. So he continued to read and study, pouring into hundreds of books regarding the same line of work.

Funny enough, once he found his calling, Jaune noticed his grades begin to improve. By the time he turned sixteen, he submitted an application to the Vale Medical Preparatory Academy. Whatever his chances were, he didn't care, only that it gave him a sense of purpose in the world. Life was beginning to pick up, his Mother and younger Sisters were proud of him, and when the school accepted his application, he broke down in tears.

None of it was good enough for his Father.

When he showed the acceptance letter, the gruff older man snatched it from his weak fingers and ripped it up, glowering from above. His mother erupted into a fit of rage at his actions, and they argued for hours. Jade and Canary, his two older sisters began to make fun of him, amounting all of his work to child's play. He was dejected, and for the rest of the night he sat in his room and sulked.

He could still remember some of the taunts. "A medic? How very like you Jaune, always a weakling," Jade scoffed, while Canary nodded in agreement with a sneer.

Leaving was for the best.

Vale was nothing like he ever experienced, his small town paling in comparison to the massive vistas. The lifestyle was much faster, citizens rushing back and forth to their destinations, while Jaune was left in awe. He couldn't count how many shops he passed, nor the amount of beautiful women. Call a silly dream, but the one thing he wanted the most, was a girlfriend, someone to appreciate him and to support his goals.

Was it too much to ask for?

Again he would be struck with amazement when he was greeted by the campus situated at the northern end of the city. A large spiraling tower in the shape of a horn sat in the middle, while on each side were buildings of various sizes, noticeable by their brick layouts. A bountiful greenhouse was in the corner, and the walkway to the dormitories reminded him of a temple. The architecture itself stood apart from the rest of the kingdom, resembling older designs and monolithic in nature.

Unlike most of the academies across Remnant, Vale's Medical Preparatory Academy started off students at the age of sixteen. The first year afforded them more traditional studying and lectures before thrusting them in real world scenarios. For the most part, Jaune did very well, and his grades were in the range of A's and B's. He even managed to make a few friends, well, more like acquaintances. Now in his second year, he didn't expect for the shocking announcement at the end of class.

He didn't think he was quite ready.

The professor set his chalk down and sat his bag on top of the round oval desk in the middle of the classroom. He pulled out a stack of papers and handed it to one of the students at the bottom to pass around.

"Students, the first week of the second year is over, but I'm proud of your progress, which is why I'm excited to share this news with you all." Jaune hated surprises.

"The time has come," the professor smiled, "Starting Monday, you will all be assigned to a team at Beacon Academy for a joint exercise to test your skills." Gasps and cheers erupted from the room, while Jaune turned pale at the news.

They were being assigned to actual hunters in-training? He couldn't believe it, the feeling was surreal. Sure he had been studying for this since two years ago, but it was all happening so fast. Was he even ready - what if he let someone get seriously injured? So many thoughts ran in his mind as he massaged his forehead. A comfortable warmth brought him out of his rut, and he turned to see Tawny.

One of the brief friendships he held at the school was with Tawny, a fellow second year girl who occasionally gave Jaune helpful tips. She was recognizable by her fierce stare, her dark brown eyes filled with curiosity. Tawny had short shoulder-length orange hair tied into a ponytail and a small nose that accompanied her freckles. She always managed to sport a deadpan expression throughout the day, giving her the appearance of someone who didn't care.

"Why are you freaking out Arc?" she sighed.

"I-I'm not freaking out, just a little nervous is all."

"Don't think your qualified," Tawny let out a snort, "You knew this would happen eventually, why get scared now?" it bugged him how she was always right.

"I know, I know, it's just, the suddenness of it all. I'm confident in my knowledge of medicine, but dealing with actual hunters?! It's such an honor really." Tawny rolled her eyes and waved off his comment.

"An honor? They aren't gods Jaune, just trained combatants."

"Tell that to my family," he muttered. Jaune wanted to accept her comment, but being on the same battleground with the Grimm excited him. That wasn't crazy right?

"So how are you preparing for Monday?"

"Nothing," She curtly responded, "I'm going to relax, perhaps read a couple of books, maybe watch a movie." She never changed.

"But you're not going to study?"

"Says the boy who plays video games most of his days and rarely go outs to socialize. I think we'll be okay Jaune." For a second, Jaune thought he saw her lips slightly twitch, almost forming a rare smile.

"Hey, you can't judge me for that, you always barge in and watch me play games as well!" it was true, from time to time, Tawny, would just invite herself in and crash on his bed, chewing on potato chips in silence.

"It's fun to watch you get killed from time to time. Look, we'll be okay, just relax – trust me."

So Jaune did just that. Instead of studying into the late hours of the night, he plopped himself down on his favorite red bean bag and played video games. He felt no stress, and enjoyed probably one of the last weekends of free time he would have. Before going to sleep, Jaune had a ritual, a simple one he couldn't escape. Every night, he would write a letter to his younger Sisters and Mother, detailing his progress at the academy. He often wondered how many of them were actually received.

When Monday arrived, the alarm on the side of his bed was the loudest he remembered. Jaune found himself rolling onto the floor and colliding face-first into the carpet. That was when he noticed – he was three minutes late. Clichés aside, Jaune, ran like a bat out of hell and got dressed into his uniform. Luckily all of his supplies were accounted for and in his satchel, so he didn't waste time leaving the dorms.

By some miracle, Jaune made it in time to the Dust-ships, and spotted an open seat next to Tawny. She looked at him in disbelief and continued to stare out the window. While the trip was short, Jaune had no sense of time as he spent most of it in the bathroom. Known as the Arc family curse, the esteemed hunters bore the weakness of motion sickness. A horrible pain to bear, especially when he missed breakfast; so far the day was not turning out so great.

Can this day get any worse, Jaune thought as he belched.

His episode passed as they landed at Beacon Academy, so he was unable to take in the sights, but when he got off the ship, he almost dropped his bag. So many emotions swelled up from within from bearing the sight of a school he thought he would never see. Beacon was magnificent, it was everything he dreamed of, and he could see the CCT from the port. The size of the campus was enormous compared to his school.

Students of all ages and ethnicities, including Faunus, walked about and chatted. Beacon's uniforms were much more colorful; Jaune's consisted of a black undershirt with a white jacket on top, long white pants with multiple pockets and zippers, and the satchel he carried. On the right side of the jacket was the school insignia, which coincidentally was the same symbol he saw in the book.

In his excitement, Jaune realized that he was lost. But it only took a few minutes until he spotted the rest of the group heading for a large cylindrical building. When he joined up with everyone, he located Tawny again and approached from behind. It was then he noticed how few of his classmates were actually in the room, and after counting he deduced only ten of them were actually in attendance.

"Where's everyone else?" Jaune whispered.

Tawny let out a sigh, "I'll fill you in because you got lost - The rest of our class was slotted for different schools."

"So there's only ten of us here?!" That meant he was one of the lucky few who was handpicked for Beacon. He counted his blessings, never being the one to have such luck.

The gossiping faded when a tall blonde woman with glasses entered the room, adjusting her glasses to look at the students below. Based on appearance alone, Jaune thought she was a very proper woman, someone who followed the rules by the book – someone he could respect.

"Good morning guests," She announced with an authoritative voice, "My name is Professor Glynda Goodwitch, and I welcome you to Beacon Academy." That name was very familiar, though he couldn't remember why.

"As you were instructed back in Vale, each of you will be assigned to a team. You are to shadow this team in missions and provide any medical assistance when necessary. But please, exercise caution." The tone Professor Goodwitch took was soft and caring, helping dissuade his uneasiness.

They sat and waited as each student was called up to be given their team designation, Glynda's booming voice echoing in the room. "Tawny Daffodil, you shall be assigned to team PNRN, led by Pyrrha Nikos." Tawny nodded and walked up to accept a sheet of paper from Glynda.

"Jaune Arc," her green eyes settled on him as he blushed, "You will be assigned to... team RWBY, led by Ruby Rose." Was that a disgruntled look on her face?

"Um, thanks."

"You're welcome, Mr. Arc." Jaune accepted the slip and walked back down the steps. Only the names and dorm room number were listed. But there was one name that stood out – Weiss Schnee, heiress of the Schnee Dust Company. It was impossible not to know her.

"Now that you've been assigned, you will meet with a representative of the team in the next room. I wish you all good luck." Everyone scattered, including Tawny who briefly waved goodbye.

This was the day his career started.

Blake hated to be put on the spot, so when she was volunteered to be the team representative for whatever asinine event the school was planning, she was more than a little displeased. Very little had even been revealed about the so-called "team exercise", that Ozpin announced at the beginning of the semester. She didn't know what to expect, nor was she interested; there were far more important matters to worry about.

"Excuse me," An unfamiliar voice asked. Blake turned to the right and was greeted by a blonde boy wearing a strange white uniform. "Are you Blake Belladonna by any chance?"

"Yes... and you are?"

"Jaune, Jaune Arc, I was assigned to your team as a medic. Did the school not tell you?"

Now this was a surprise. "No, I haven't heard a thing. I don't recognize the uniform, are you one of the students coming for the Vytal Festival?" She didn't usually judge others by their appearances, but he didn't stand out. His messy blonde hair was normal for a boy, and his only distinguishing characteristic was his deep ocean blue eyes.

"Actually, I'm not a huntsman, I'm from the Vale Medical Preparatory School. This is kinda awkward huh?" She watched as he rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled, perhaps a nervous twitch. A medic though?

"I was told you would introduce me to the rest of your team?"

"Yes, follow me." Blake was still unsure of what to think.

The first question that sprung to mind was, why assign a medical student to a team of hunters in-training? Was there an ongoing agreement between the two schools? There was no telling how her team would react to the news, not when she was still trying to process it. She didn't have time for childish exercises, not when the White Fang were out there continuing their operations with Torchwick.

"Hey Blake," the boy named Jaune mumbled, "Are you not uncomfortable?"

"I don't understand?"

"Does constricting your ears under that bow not hurt?" She froze, stopping in the middle of the hall, Jaune bumping into her back.

"What did you say?"

"I... asked if-" He fumbled.

Upon instinct alone, Blake, forced Jaune against the wall with both hands and stared him down, her golden eyes piercing his blue ones "Who told you that I was a Faunus?" sweat poured down his collarbone, and he gulped.

"I... I thought it was just obvious," he quickly muttered. Wait, how it was obvious? Was her bow not that good of a disguise like she thought?

"Your eyes, they have a unique glow, not uncommon to many Faunus. I also noticed the way your bow would twitch sometimes." Blake jumped off of a Jaune, a red flush taking over her cheeks. She was so embarrassed. She couldn't decide if she was mad or impressed.

"I'm... sorry Jaune, I didn't mean to snap at you."

"It's okay, I should have known better since you were wearing a bow." He chuckled again, averting his gaze back at the floor.

"Just don't tell anyone."

"I won't, I promise."

The rest of their walk consisted of silence, neither daring to strike up a conversation after the heated tension from before. How could she have conducted herself like that? It must have been stress from all her research. She would have to properly apologize to Jaune later. Thankfully, the cafeteria was in sight, along with her team.

Her partner was better at breaking the ice.

"Blake, there you are, did you figure out what... oh, hello there." Yang stopped mid-sentence as a mischievous grin formed.

"Guys, this is Jaune Arc, he's been assigned to our team as a medic in-training for the time being." Even she said with scrutiny.

"What did you say?!" Weiss slammed her hands on the table. She noticed Jaune flinch from the outburst and back away.

"This is awesome," Ruby cheered, "Hi, I'm Ruby Rose, that's my sister Yang, and the one who yelled is Weiss." The uncertainty on his face before vanished, and he shook Ruby's hand. So far, he seemed nice enough.

"This is preposterous," Weiss snapped, "We have no reason for a civilian to follow us around! What do you think about this Blake?" Honestly, she agreed with Weiss, the boy would only get in their way.

"Aw who cares," Yang interjected, "We got an extra teammate now, and I doubt old Ozpin would just do this on a whim." Just like her partner to dismiss the problem so easily. It was still strange that no official school announcement had been made about the sudden arrangements.

"I won't stand for it."

"Weiss, just give him a chance!" Ruby pleaded. In the corner, Jaune, scratched his cheek and stood back from the table. He appeared like an innocent bystander.

"I'm sorry about this guys." Jaune mumbled.

Before any more protests could be heard from the ice queen, the loudspeakers in the cafeteria hummed on, and the voice of Glynda began to speak. "All students and guests are required to appear in the amphitheater in ten minutes for a special announcement. Your appearance is mandatory, no exceptions will be allowed."

"Looks like we get that explanation Princess," Yang wryly said with a giggle. Weiss rolled her eyes and stood up from the table, leaving the four of them.

"Don't mind her Jaune, she's always like that."

"C'mon lady killer, sit down and tell us a little about yourself," Yang scooted down and tapped the seat right next to her.

It was going to be a long day.

The meeting had been nothing short of a disaster in Jaune's book. He didn't expect a resounding welcome from the four girls at team RWBY, but receiving the cold shoulder definitely hurt his pride. The leader, Ruby, was an energetic ball of quirkiness that he enjoyed, and it astounded him to hear that she was two years younger – she must have been an incredible fighter. Then Yang, the older half-sister, was more of the teasing type. It took little effort for her to make him blush, but he could tell she was a decent person.

The black haired girl on the team, Blake, was hard to decipher. Their introduction was not... the greatest, and in hindsight his question was probably insensitive. She was obviously very touchy on the subject, something he would have to apologize about later. She was quiet and enjoyed to be part of the background, everything he could relate to.

During their brief conversation, she appeared occupied, almost upset; he could only imagine the difficulties of growing up as a Faunus.

The last member, Weiss Schnee, a girl he imagined to be a snot-nosed brat, was anything but. She was prickly, but never had a girl made an impression on him. Her snow white hair was tied into an off-tilted ponytail, while her pale complexion was accented by light-blue eyes. There was a scar on her cheek, but it didn't take away from her breathtaking radiance. Her petite frame was covered by a bolero jacket with red linings and a thigh-length dress that ended in a delicate skirt.

She reminded him of the snow angels he would make outside during the harsh winters back at home.

He didn't end up discussing much with Ruby and Yang, mostly just his field of study and what his school was like. They were stretched for time, so he didn't have much time to divulge anything to personal. Although, it was a little funny when Ruby was flabbergasted by the fact that medics weren't given any customizable weapons.

The amphitheater was huge, filled to the brim with Beacon students at each doorway. Jaune could hardly see anyone he knew among the sea of people, and Yang pushed him further into the crowd with a chuckle. He wasn't the best with crowds, not that it caused him to hyperventilate or anything so extreme – except once back when he was eleven – just the proximity put him on edge, it made him feel out of control.

"If I could have everyone's undivided attention," Jaune heard a calm, adult male voice come from the center of the room. At the center, standing behind a podium, was a gray-haired man with a cane. "Some of you may be confused by the appearance of our guests today, but I assure you this was all planned."

Headmaster of Beacon Academy, the mysterious Ozpin. The only reason Jaune was familiar with the man was because of his Father. They often spoke, which was not surprising given that all of his Sisters went to Beacon. And then he remembered his association with Professor Glynda Goodwitch – she was a close friend of his Mother's.

"As part of a joint operation to increase the safety of any future huntsman or huntress, Beacon has partnered with the Vale Medical Preparatory School. For an indefinite amount of time, each team will be assigned a field medic to ensure the utmost care for our future warriors of Remnant." The room erupted in shocked whispers.

"Tomorrow, each team will be assigned a simple mission to clear out the increasing number of Grimm around the borders." A mission before the beginning of the Vytal Festival... very strange.

"Indefinite?!" Weiss almost screeched, clenching her fists, her knuckles going white as she fumed. The heiress stomped past him, grumbling obscenities under her breath.

"Looks like you're stuck with us Jaune," Yang laughed, nudging him in the shoulder. He would have been happier, but the resentment many of the students seemed to feel put a damper on his spirits. But this was nothing new.

One of the first lessons his class was taught was of the relations between medics and hunters. To call it an uneasy alliance wasn't exaggerating, as many fighters did not see the need for medics on the field. The main argument was that with aura, the use of practical medical techniques was outdated. But that just wasn't true based on what he learned, as aura itself was limited based on the user.

Yet people are stubborn in nature, leading to a clashing of ideologies for decades. That was no different at Beacon, if evidenced by the looks of disgust from some of the students. This was why he didn't know if he was prepared to face actual hunters. Would he even be ready when the Grimm made an appearance? He felt a slight tug on his sleeve and looked to see Ruby, concern written in her bright silver eyes. That eye color was very rare, something not explained by science.

"Jaune, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine, thanks."

"What's everyone's problem? I think it's cool to have an extra set of hands to help us along," Yang remarked.

"Not everyone agrees with you," Blake cut in, unfolding her arms and walking over to join them. "To be honest Jaune, I don't see your presence as being necessary, it's just our schools playing nice." That stung a bit, and in truth much of that was probably right.

"No way, I bet Jaune will be real useful!"

"Ruby, we barely know him."

"That doesn't mean he can't help, that's all Jaune wants do." The argument was making him uncomfortable, so he decided to stand between the two and just be honest.

"I'm sorry that I'm intruding, but what Ruby said is true. Why the circumstances that brought me here might not be ideal, I'm here for the best intentions. If nothing else, I hope we can be friends at least." He noticed Ruby beam with excitement at his words, but Blake just released a sigh and nodded.

For now, he could be satisfied with the results.

"Wait a minute," Yang mused aloud, "Where are you sleeping?"

Jaune never thought about his sleeping arrangements. But the thought of sleeping in the same room with four beautiful girls was nerve wracking. How would he be able to sleep, he would be far too filled with anxiety – there was no way Weiss would allow him even ten feet to their dorm room.

"They will be sleeping in the extra dormitories," the voice of Glynda caused him to jolt in surprise, not expecting the professor to walk up from behind. He slightly bowed and hid his blush. There was no denying the young woman's attractive features, not to mention she was an accomplished huntress. Jaune never imagined meeting someone so famous before.

"Aw, too bad, a sleepover would have been fun," Yang pouted.

"Mr. Arc, you should head to your dorm and unpack your things before dinner. I'll be glad to show you the way." He nodded, and turned to wave at his new friends. Getting some alone time before meeting them again for dinner would be nice, that and he didn't know his way around the campus.

"I'll see ya guys."

"Come see us at dinner, I'll leave a special spot just for you," Yang teased, shooting a wink his way. He attempted to hide the blush and walked away with Glynda, chastising himself for being so easy to pick on – then again it was a good looking girl making the jokes.

Now that he was alone with Professor Goodwitch, he was beginning to miss the outgoing blonde and her Sister. They were really nice, and he never met people so open to friendship, most of the time being ignored once they learned of his last name. The heiress might be upset because of that, she had to have known who he was, or at least heard of his status within the Arc family. His Father was quite vocal of his disappointment, going so far as to announce it at a dinner party.

Not that it mattered, he wasn't invited anyway.

The short walk to his new dorm instantly revealed how gigantic Beacon actually was. His school couldn't compare to the resources a hunter school had at its disposal. It was a little disheartening, but Jaune knew the reality of the situation, so he couldn't really complain. Famous campuses which produced some of the greatest warriors would always receive more funding. They were all here to change that.

When they arrived, he found the door already open, and inside was a spacious room with a single bed in the corner. The sheets were of fine quality, and the pillow looked to be even more comfortable. Jaune didn't pack much, just a set of clothing and some games in case he got any free time. He expected Glynda to bid him farewell, but the stern woman crossed her arms and entered his room.

"How are you adjusting so far, Mr. Arc?"

"I'm, doing ok, just trying not to start a fight." It was awkward talking to Glynda by himself in his room. Out of some modest instinct, he stared at the tiled floor of his room, noticing the plain gray paint that was sprawled haphazardly.

"It is regrettable, but I'm sure you were aware of this when deciding your career path."

"Will it get better?"

Glynda let out sigh, and adjusted her glasses, "In time, just remember that all of you are here to prove the masses wrong. Too many are blinded by their arrogance, especially teenagers." There were days he wanted to boast, to be proud of his strength... a foolish dream.

"Thank you, Professor Goodwitch."

"You probably don't remember me that well, but Jaune, how is your Mother doing?" his eyes lit up for but a moment, and he smiled.

"She's doing well, I haven't really gotten a chance to talk with her this year. I do write her a lot though." He found it embarrassing, but at the same time soothing to talk about his Mother.

"That's good to hear, well, if you need anything else Mr. Arc, just come see me or Headmaster Ozpin for any assistance." She nodded and left his room, leaving him alone to relax. Once again, he was by himself, left to his wandering thoughts as he grabbed all of his belongings and sorted them out.

Beacon was his new home now.

Weiss couldn't believe it, the idea was beyond her understanding, but Ozpin didn't care. Letting in civilians to shadow them on missions? She didn't even know where to begin. Adding a new dynamic to an already shaky team to begin with – it was already asking for trouble. Since the incident at the docks months ago, things weren't exactly perfect... she forgave Blake, but any mention of the White Fang resulted in trouble.

And that name, Arc, she knew it. That would make him the only son of the illustrious family, whose Sisters she met before at business parties and balls. But never the son, and she soon learned why once the Father announced his failure to become a successful heir. Weiss never expected to meet him at Beacon of all places, and she didn't intend to become friendly, not when her Father would no doubt hear of the news.

She would keep her distance, not out of hate, but necessity.

Whopping first chapter huh? So I'm going to clarify a few things. This story takes place after Volume 1 and basically a day after the food fight in episode 1 of Volume 2, so are you guys still with me?

Team PNRN is still Pyrrha, Nora, Ren, but with the addition of Nebula from team NDGO. Why not I say? Also, because this is an alternate universe, Jaune's family is a little more dysfunctional. He's got complicated issues with his family, and that's ok, because that's what this story is about. Canon-wise, we'll see how far I go into it before diverging, probably still get the dance and stuff but who knows.