Sheik, I'm writing this literally in the middle of the night and I've got work tomorrow morning. Plz halp. X_x

"Dammit!"

Ruby swore as she recalled the target sheet from its position downrange. Her shot had floated off the bullseye by almost two whole centimetres. She mumbled vague threats and curses under her breath as she replaced the small piece of paper and cycled a new round in Crescent Rose's chamber. She was just about to squeeze the trigger as a now-familiar voice called out to her.

"Hey Ruby, have you seen Weiss? I want to talk to her for a bit." Ruby looked back ovr her shoulder at the visitor.

"Sorry 'mom', haven't seen her since this morning. Have you tried Professor Port's office? I vaguely remember something about her wanting to ask some questions about a recent assignment."

"Where's his office? Port is not a name I recognize from my days."

"Teacher's wing, room #503."

"Ah, Professor Chardonnay's office. Got it." She smiled at Ruby as she turned to leave.

"Good luck with your training! I'll see you later." Ruby waved goodbye to Summer and turned back to Crescent Rose. Aiming down the sights, she gently squeezed the trigger.

"Dammit!"

Some twenty minutes later, Summer was sitting with Raven across from Weiss and Blake in a café in downtown Vale.

"So girls… how serious are you really about dating our daughters?" Summer started, gently easing the two older girls towards the intended topic of conversation. Weiss pursed her mouth as she processed what she had just been asked.

"Of course it's serious! We may not have been the best of friends when we first met, but we've grown closer over time. I wouldn't trade Ruby away for anything!" Blake leaned forward, resting her chin on the back of her hands.

"It's much the same for me and Yang. She could be a little grating with her loudness, but over time she's been taking really good care of me. She didn't even judge me when I came clean about who – what – I really was." She glanced upwards as she wiggled her ears under her black bow.

"… You're a Faunus?" Raven asked, mildly stunned.

"Part cat. Yang even said my ears were 'adorable' when she saw them for the first time."

"Why hide your heritage?" Raven asked as she leaned in with a suspicious look.

"I didn't want to be lumped in with the White Fang."

"Why not? They're the leading voice of the Faunus populace, aren't they?" Summer asked, her face a picture of pure bewilderment.

"Maybe you're secretly a terrorist who disagree with the peaceful ways of the White Fang!"

"Actually, Raven… things have changed a lot since your days. It's actually the opposite now. The White Fang of today are mostly racist Faunus supremacists hell-bent on the subjugation of mankind."

"… Oh. Sorry for assuming the worst."

"It's okay, you didn't know." Weiss fidgeted with her sleeves as she looked everywhere but at her tablemates.

"Well, that turned awkward… What's next, gonna interrogate us for grandkids?"

Raven's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"… Never mind."

AN: Port is a red wine, Chardonnay is a white wine. I'm very punny.

Yep yep, more confirmation of Bumblebee and WhiteRose.

Summer and Raven be feeling the different timeframe right about now, yeah.

Not pictured during the café rendezvous: one black bird pecking away at some breadcrumbs a few metres away from their table and one red-armoured, black haired woman overlooking the scene ominously from a nearby rooftop.

I do not own RWBY, that's RoosterTeeth and Monty Oum.