Hello all, Here goes my first serious attempt at writing a fanfic. You've been warned.

First and foremost, I do not own RWBY.

Second, this is a fanfic based on a fanfic. Coeur Al'Aran wrote the Fic (Not this time, Fate) that inspired my to try my own hand. Please go read Not this time, Fate for the context and events that lead up to this.

I did ask for and receive permission to try this from Coeur, and hopefully I can stay faithful to their writing style, as it has become one of my favorites.

With that out of the way, please enjoy.

=AFTER FATE=

Jaune awoke slowly in his bed, an irritating sing song sounding in his room. Since when did he have a singing alarm clock? Answers were slow to come to him, the soft, soft whispers of sleep beckoning him to return to their warm embrace. He almost gave in.

Unfortunately for Jaune, the rooms other occupants were slightly less forgiving of the offending device. Any chances of him ignoring the slightly annoying sound were shattered as a shrieking banshee of yellow fire shot across the room, smashing an aura shielded knee into his face in an attempt to find the alarm.

Jaune's cry of agony was drowned out by a string of curses as the owner of the offending limb found the source of the early morning wake up call. Clutching a hand to his face, he managed to make out the face of his team mate perched less than a foot away from his own. A very irritated team mate, who was holding his scroll in such a manner as to suggest she was going to force feed him said scroll unless he had a very good reason as to why it was sounding at five in the morning. On a Saturday no less.

Once again, Jaune was tempted to simply drift back off into la la land since his aura had taken the sting from his facial battering and the device had been silenced. At least until he realized his team mate was VERY close to taking a scroll photo of his tonsils.

"Yang," he began slowly, still three quarters asleep, "I feel the need to remind you that you can't graduate if you murder your team leader." His hand having moved from his jaw up to his eyes as he focused more on not getting skewered by scroll.

"You have five seconds to explain before I try it anyways." Yang growled. Eyes bleary red from sleep and her semblance, met an equally tired set of blue.

A hypersonic pillow spared Jaune from having to answer, seeing as how it struck the half-asleep brawler square in the head and knocked her clean off his bed. "It's too early for this." Jaune's partner glowered from the bed next to his. Her artic blue eyes glaring maliciously from under her other pillow said that revenge was coming, but only after another hour or two of sleep.

Yang pealed the pillow off her face and groggily crawled off the floor and into her own bed, keeping the pillow as either a war prize or future ammunition. Her snores filled the room a moment later as she returned to the dream realm.

Jaune blinked the last dregs of sleep from his eyes as he finally noticed the pair of golden eyes boring a hole through his head from the far side of Yang's bed. He sighed, yet another promise of pain should he disturb their slumber again.

With a sigh, he picked up his scroll from where Yang had dropped it and slid it open. Funny enough, it wasn't an alarm, but a call that had set off the mornings fireworks. A sign escaped him as he checked the caller ID before he punched in a quick message to the contact and swiftly silenced his scroll to prevent any more early morning violence.

The response came back a few seconds later, "Rise and shine, runt. Meet me at in the training rings in five."

Jaune stared at the message for a solid minute, then for another minute. He briefly wondered how much effort it'd take to make up an excuse for not showing up before accepting the fact that he was now mostly awake and it therefore would require effort to fall back asleep.

With a resigned sigh he rolled out of his bed, careful not to make too much noise and conjure the wrath of the two huntresses-in-training and the one demi goddess that shared the living space.

A quick dash of cold water to the face was enough to wash the last vestiges of sleep from his mind before he stripped out of his sleeping clothes. He ran a hand over the newest scar on his chest, a cut that sat just above his heart with a matching one on his back.

The memory of Adam Taurus's blade piercing him was dulled by the memories of hundreds if not thousands of similar and worse wounds he'd collected over his unnaturally long life. Not that they were visible, having been received mostly in his past lives.

The only ones he still bore were the stab wound on his heart, a smaller cut near it, and the long since healed claw marks that stretched across his stomach. A reminder of the price he had almost paid to save his mothers life.

Finally dressed, Jaune slipped silently out of the room and stalked down the hallways of the rebuild Beacon. A strange sense of déjà vu tugged at him, the lay out was the same, having been rebuild neigh exactly the same after the Fall of Bea… no, the Defense of Beacon. The differences came in some of the colors; the halls were a different shade, the carpet had a different pattern, and some of the décor was changed. But it was still Beacon, still his home of a thousand or more years. Except now it was changing, with a chance to age once more. And now, so was he.

Qrow stood near the edge of the training ring, leaning against one of the benches that circled up and around the center. Very quietly, Jaune crept up behind the older huntsman, unnoticed as he prepared to deliver some much-deserved vengeance.

As Jaune swung a well-placed foot at Qrow's ankle, he somehow missed his mark. Instead of dispensing justice on the man, Jaune nearly displaced his big toe as he struck the leg of the bench.

The resulting bang of foot meeting wood and Jaune's curse of pain made Qrow jump, coughing and spitting out his drink as he came close to dropping his flask altogether.

"Damn kid! Don't pull that shit, you scared the hell out of me." The raggedy bearded man said, coughing again as he gave Jaune a slight glare.

Jaune sucked air through his teeth, laid out on the floor and giving Qrow a death glare as he cradled his bruised foot. "Your semblance sucks. You know that?" he said, continuing to glare as Qrow hauled him to his feet.

"Well, don't try to kic-MOTHERFu…." Qrow's comment was cut off as Jaune managed to land his second attempt as ankle assault. "Don't get me nearly killed by your niece at five in the morning." Jaune said, making his displeasure with the older man clear.

"What... never mind." Qrow said, shaking his head and taking a swig of his booze, "Not what I called you for anyways."

"And why did you feel it necessary to call me anyways?" Jaune grumbled, leaning against the opposite row of benches, "And since when are you awake this damn early anyways."

Qrow finished off his drink and pocketed the flask before replying. "I'm up this early when I haven't been to sleep." The slightly darker bags under his eyes were testament to his words.

"Ozpin wants to talk to you and mini ice-princess later today," Qrow's usual scowl took on a slight upturn at Jaune's annoyed look, "I figured I'd take the liberty of informing you myself."

Jaune just kept glaring at the man, before stalking away back to the door. Note to self, switch his booze for fruit juice next opportunity, he thought to himself.

Jaune stalked back to his dorm room, still irritated by Qrow's antics and missing his bed. He knocked once on the door, just to avoid any more morning injuries before sliding into the room and making a beeline to his loving bed; a content sigh escaping him as the almost still warm covers called his name.

"Don't fall asleep again." A voice spoke, shattering the last chance Jaune had of catching any more shut eye. "Weiss, give me one good reason not to." He said irritably.

A sudden gust of cold air enveloped him, earning a cry of shock at the sudden drop in temperature. He rolled off the bed and began desperately rubbing his arms for warmth.

"Good, now that your awake, we can start the day properly. Blake's already headed down to breakfast." Weiss stated, from her position at the edge of her bed. She'd already changed from her night clothes to her casual attire while he'd been gone and had a semi smug look on her face as she combed out her hair.

Jaune gave what felt like his tenth sigh of the day already and glanced around the room. Noting Yang's absence, only for the sound of the shower to give away her location.

He pulled himself up and moved around the end of his bed to sit by Weiss, listening to her hum a soft tune.

"How'd you sleep?" He asked, taking a moment to fully take her in, checking for any signs of fatigue or lack of rest.

Weiss glanced over when he spoke, before blushing slightly under his gaze. "I-I slept fine, thank you." She finally said, "and stop staring, it's weird."

Jaune let out a low chuckle before placing a hand under her chin and slowly bringing her eyes back to meet his. He paused for a second to take in her beauty, the way the morning light placed through her hair to dance in her pale blue eyes.

A soft smile played across her lips as she leaned up to place a chaste kiss on his. Leaning back slightly before he could enjoy it and tilted her head, listening to the sound of the shower still running.

"Paranoid much?" Jaune asked with a smirk, leaning in for a more passionate kiss. Not a kiss from a cheap romance movie, but one that resonated with the comfort of knowing that they were both there and alive.

Weiss's cheeks were dusted with pink and a small, honest smile on her lips. "No, I simply seem to remember exactly who our 'daughter' is." She said, her tone airy as she resumed brushing her hair.

Jaune's eyes slid to the bathroom door just in time to see the red light of a scroll's recording function disappear behind the slight crack in the door.

"Ah, they grow up so fast." He said wistfully, "First burning down random clubs, now building up black mail on her own mother." A grin growing on his face at a subdued 'hey' at the mention of arson.

Weiss rolled her eyes and batted him in the chest with her comb, though her smile betrayed any attempt at seeming annoyed.

"Seriously though, how did you sleep?" He asked again, voice a little lower than before, a small amount of concern detectable in it.

Weiss's comb paused for a moment, her gaze on the far wall, "As I said, fine. A few new memories, but nothing traumatic or such. Nothing that woke me up or for you to be concerned about." She said, matching his volume, "What about you? I didn't hear you wake up in the middle of the night."

Jaune nodded his head slowly as she spoke, pausing to process his reply, "I slept well, better than I have in a while." He said, "Could have done without Yang assaulting me, though."

"HEY, it was your dumb scroll that went off," Said person interrupted while swinging the bathroom door open, silently admitting that she was eavesdropping on them.

"It was your dumb uncle who called." Jaune shot back as Weiss rolled her eyes and finished tying up her hair into her signature ponytail.

Yang raised an eyebrow as she plopped down in the desk chair, "Oh yea? What'd he want?" she asked while pulling on one boot.

"Me dead, apparently." He replied, getting a chuckle from Yang.

"Well, he's gonna need to try harder than that if he wants to take out our fearless leader." Yang said, as she finished lacing up her boots, "but let's go get breakfast."

And with that, Yang Xiao Long left the building. Or well, at least the room.

"Was that all he really wanted?" Weiss asked as she stood, glancing up at Jaune, who stood up as well.

"He said Ozpin wanted to talk with you and me later." Jaune replied, picking up his coat from the end of his bed.

"Hmm, I wonder if something's happened." Weiss said as they began towards the door, pausing to smile and peck Jaune on the cheek when he opened the door for her.

"We'll find out soon enough, I suppose." He said as he walked next to her, their strides carrying them side by side down the hall.

Blake Belladonna sat near the edge of the cafeteria, a half-eaten breakfast bagel before her sitting next to an open book. Chin resting on her knuckles as her eyes skimmed the pages half-heartedly. As she listened to the early morning shuffle and light chatter of the kitchen staff and half a dozen students who were up at this hour.

Her thoughts pulled her from her book as she looked vaguely around the room. The room had certainly changed over the last six months ago. Different from when she and her team had defeated Team RRNN (Rubine), and different from when Adam had laid waist to those who took shelter in it during the Attack on Beacon.

When the mad man had nearly slew her and her partner, had nearly taking their team leader. She glanced around the room once more, morbidly wondering just where Adam had laid dead.

Blake caught a flash of bright yellow entering the main doors as her partner strode into the room, making a beeline for the buffet line. A small smile touching her lips at the Blondes lively nature, Yang certainly drew attention to herself.

"You gonna eat that?" A voice sounded from next to her, less than a foot away to be accurate. Blake's thoughts ground to a halt as she nearly dislocated her neck, eeped, and half jumped out of her seat, turning to look at who had managed to sneak up on her without her so much as noticing.

A raised eyebrow from Jaune gave the impression he hadn't meant to scare her, though he did apologize after the hit his arm and glared at him. "Can you stop doing that?!" she said, still glaring at him as her heartrate slowed back down to normal.

Jaune rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, "Sorry, I thought you heard me sit down." He said, a grin on his face.

"Seriously? There's no way you didn't do that on purpose." She shot back, bouncing a crumb off his face. The slight gleam in her eye betrayed her forced annoyance though.

"Maybe I was just trained by a secret ninja tribe." Jaune offered, taking a bite out of his bowl of oatmeal and giving her a sideways glance.

Now shaken from her darker thoughts, Blake rolled her eyes and took a bite from her bagel, chewing softly before swallowing. "Some tribe of ninjas if they created you." She scoffed lightly, the barest hint of a grin on her face, causing Jaune to chuckle along.

"I never said they were smart ninjas." He said, continuing to eat.

The rabble of more students entering the room created a more comfortable atmosphere as the two waited for their team mates to join them.

Blake closed her book after marking the page and bit at her bagel again. "So, anything new with you? I haven't seen you for a week or so." She asked, watching as Yang made her way around the tables.

"Visited the family for a bit," Jaune said with a shrug, "Planning out some new training exercises for the team."

Blake raised an eyebrow at that, still half struggling to place this new attitude of her once apathetic team leader. "And what exactly do these new training exercises entail? Did you bribe Nora again?"

Jaune chuckled, stirring his oatmeal a bit, "Nah, I figured I'd actually put some more effort into the team this semester." He said, his eyes wandering off a little as he said that.

He'd been doing that a lot, Blake thought, saying something about the new year or how things were changing, then getting a distant look in his eye. Nothing that lasted long or that she could catch without looking for it, but it was there.

"Heeellllooooo, kitty kat," Yang said brightly, sitting down next to Blake and depositing a heavily loaded breakfast platter onto the table, "How's my frisky feline friend doing this fine morning." She said, a wide grin on her face.

Blake rolled her eyes at her partner's antics and proceeded to reopen her book while ignoring the blonde. "I'm not even going to warrant that with a response." She said, noting Weiss joining them with a short nod to the heiress, which was returned in kind.

"Oh, come on, that was a good one, right Jaune?" Yang asked, looking for support from her team leader.

Jaune left her hanging, focusing on his own meal and leaving her to sigh loudly before digging into a pile of bacon and eggs.

Blake felt a small smile slip across her lips as she and Weiss shared a look and silent conversation about Yang's dramatics.

Jaune shucked off his coat as he walked towards the out-door training area. A field set between two of Beacon's wings on the eastern side of the campus. He took a deep breath as he watched the rest of his team begin their stretches and warm ups. He idlily noted the four new additions as well, all of team RRBN being present.

"Jaune!" His first, and probably best friend in Beacon called out moments before he was struck by a swirl of red rose peddles and 15-year-old huntress in training. He took the added weight and velocity in stride, spinning once to compensate as Ruby swung herself up onto his shoulders to look over and down at him.

"Did you miss me?" She asked, smiling brightly down from her perch.

Jaune rolled his eyes, a soft grin on his face at the red reapers always cheery attitude. "Of course, your sister is a nightmare." He said, continuing over to where the others were, headless of the added weight on his shoulders.

"Jauney!" another high-pitched voice called out moments before both Jaune and Ruby were driven to the ground beneath RRNN's own barbarian. One Nora Valkyrie.

"Good morning to you too, Nora." Jaune managed from beneath the orange haired girl, Ruby having seen the incoming attack and jumped off before impact.

"Are you ready to become the absolutest bestest teams of Beacon?" Nora asked loudly, directly into Jaune's ear before being bodily hauled off by Pyrrha. The champion fighter gave Jaune a warm smile as Nora bounced in place beside her.

Jaune just rolled his eyes from the ground before Ren offered him a hand up, the quieter man simply nodding to him with a grin.

"Missed you guys too," Jaune said, dusting himself off and looking over his old friends. Noting the slight changes in their looks, though nothing too dramatic, they all looked a little taller. Perhaps that was simply the way they carried themselves. A more confident way they moved and acted around each other.

"Oi, Jaune!" Yang shouted from a few yards away, "We gonna get this thing rolling or what?" She asked, rolling her shoulder as she loosened up her muscles.

Jaune rolled his eye's and walked over to the rings pained on the grounds, team RRBN flanking behind him. It felt good to be home.

Yang collapsed on the ground outside the ring, her breath coming hard after the last twenty minutes of action. She was quickly joined by Blake, the Faunus looking equally exhausted as she took a deep breath.

"You know," Yang said, still a bit out of breath, "I knew Jaune was always faking his abilities, but this is a bit ridiculous."

Blake huffed in agreement, looking back to the sparring session still in progress. A seemingly simple exercise in the form of the game keep away. The rules being that one person tried to keep hold of a small ball as long as possible while two others tried to knock the player out of the arena. The player lost once they left the ring or dropped the ball. Additional rules being no semblances and no weapons.

Jaune was currently the reigning king of the game as he proceeded to dodge and weave between Pyrrha and Nora, tripping Nora so she collided with her teammate and taking them both down.

"He is showing a remarkable growth in ability recently." Blake agreed, "His skill does seem far beyond someone of our age."

Yang shot her a raised eyebrow, "Fine, a ridicules amount." Blake conceded.

"I keep thinking back to how I first met him. The way he moved when we fought, and even now, it's like he knows every move we're gonna make. I've had to change my routine every time just to keep an edge on him." Yang said, elbowing her way up to a sitting position.

"I mean, watch," She said, nodding to Jaune slipping behind Pyrrha in a fake out move, "He's never even sparred against those two at the same time, yet he's constantly one step ahead. Not to mention he almost beat Pyrrha in a spar, he came closer than anyone else ever has."

Blake winced as Jaune caught a clothes line from Nora, only to pull a flying choke hold before flipping the ginger out of the ring.

The match continued for a few more minutes, with Jaune finally being knocked out of the ring when Ren joined Pyrrha in the fight.

Yang perked up slightly as Jaune walked over and sat down next to her and Blake to watch Weiss go up against Ruby and Ren. Pyrrha tossed Nora a bottle of water as she claimed a spot under one of the few trees near the ring.

Jaune let out a long breath as he watched the current bought, and Yang watched him. Jaune had changed drastically after the Defense of Beacon, she'd noticed him changing before that though, in the weeks leading up to it, the whole ordeal with Weiss and the conversations she'd had with Jaune's family still nagged at the back of her mind.

Now, he was a far cry from the lazy, sarcastic womanizer he'd once been.

Yang blinked as she realized Jaune was now staring at her, "I don't think Weiss would approve of you looking at me like that." He deadpanned.

Yang snorted and shook her hair, laughing at her team leader and smacked his shoulder.

"Don't be creepy, old man. You ain't my type." She said before turning back to the fight.

"How's your family doing?" She asked, "I talked to Sapphire a few weeks ago, anything new happening?"

Jaune shrugged, "They're doing good, Dad's out on a mission in the next town over and Mom's got her hands full with Joan." Weiss, the current ball carrier let out a yelp as Ruby cut her legs out from under her while she was distracted by Ren. "I heard Amber has been raising cane in school, and the others have been doing ok."

Yang nodded, she was fond of Jaune's family, how despite it's size, everyone was included and got along for the most part.

"Has Amber forgiven you yet for staying in Beacon?" Blake asked, reminding them of her presence from the other side of Yang.

Jaune rolled his eyes, "You honestly expect her to give up her premier blackmail material?" He asked, earning a chuckle from the dark-haired girl. "I doubt I'll ever hear the end of it."

"Probably not." Blake said, "Look's like its my turn to be 'it'." She said as she climbed to her feet and headed to the ring, catching the ball Weiss tossed her.

Weiss, for her part, claimed Blake's spot on the ground, drinking deeply from her water bottle.

Jaune shot her a smile over the top of Yang's head, catching the heiress's eye and earning a smile in return.

"So you know, I'm gonna throw up on both of you if you start acting all mushy." Yang said from between them.

"You do know this is partly your fault," Weiss said, "You're the one that kept up the jokes about us being married."

"True, true." The Blonde said, grinning from between the two, "I still reserve the right to be the child and be weirded out by my parents making kissy face."

Jaune responded by planting an elbow on Yang's gut as he crawled over her to sit next to Weiss.

"I swear, I can't tell which one of you is the child sometimes." Weiss said as she rolled her eyes at Yang's over the top reaction, though she did readjust her position slightly to allow Jaune to sit a little closer.

Yang laughed through it, enjoying watching how everyone was getting along again after being away from each other, even though it had been no more than a week or two at a time. It felt like everyone was finally home.

Jaune walked easily through Beacon, the after-training shower had felt great and allowed him to relax as he made his way to the elevators that lead to the Headmaster's office.

Another reason for his good mood was how Weiss kept an easy pace next to him, hand in his. It was something that still made him smile when he thought about it.

The sight of the duo generated a fair bit of gossip with the other students in the halls. To say that the two were now the most well know students in the academy wouldn't be any stretch of the truth. Given their rolls during the attack and the subsequent reveal to the rest of the world, it was fair to say that they were now Beacon's number one source of student gossip.

That and the world wide televised declaration of their relationship status.

Jaune felt he couldn't care less for the stares he received, be them out of respect, curiosity, or as was far more common, envy.

His smile had yet to fade as they stepped into the elevator where Weiss finally spotted his goofy grin in the doors reflection.

"Please tell me you haven't been walking through the entire school with that expression." Weiss said with a sigh of exasperation.

Jaune's smile didn't fade one bit under her irritated glare in the reflection.

"Honestly, you've been acting like this every time we're together." She said, huffing at as he wrapped an arm around her as the elevator ascended.

"Are you complaining?" Jaune asked, grinning down at her and pouting.

"No." Weiss said, relaxing in his embrace a little. The pressure on her had been compounded after the Defense, what with the way her father had railed against the idea of her staying in Beacon. Add to that the fact that she was now the Fall Maiden; and hadn't that been a harrowing conversation. Jaune had to exercise every ounce of self-control to keep from assaulting the aristocrat then and there, and judging by the look on Ozpin, Glynda, Ironwood, and Winter's faces, so had they.

Jaune shook his head to dispel the memories of that shouting match, focusing once more on their reflections in the polished elevator door.

They really did make a sharp pair, he thought. What with Weiss's usual outfit forgone for a simpler design, a short evening dress that was modified for more of a combat approach. With a color scheme that started dark blue at the shoulders and faded to white at the bottom. Her arms, from the elbow down were left bare. Her back was exposed from her neck to between her shoulder blades, a choker set with a small pearl completed the ensemble with a matching bracelet.

Jaune sported a blue blazer coat modified for a huntsman and the same color as Weiss's dress. Beneath the coat he wore a white t-shirt tucked into a pair of rugged, black slacks.

Altogether, Jaune couldn't complain about the deviation from his old look, seeing how his armor fit well under his jacket and actually hid it fairly well. Plus, the jacket was loose enough to allow him full movement in a combat, even if he preferred to remove it if he knew a fight was coming.

The two stepped out into the Headmaster's office, taking in the new look of the rebuilt tower. It was identical, to the point Jaune's eye twitched at the attention to detail.

The Ozpin glanced up at their arrival from behind a holographic monitor. "Good afternoon, Mr. Arc, Ms. Schnee. Please take a seat." He said as he closed down the screen and took a sip from his signature cup.

A cup Jaune could have sworn had been destroyed in Cinder's rampage.

Weiss politely took her seat while Jaune took a moment more to glance the office. Ozpin had had it recreated perfectly.

"Love what you've done with the place. Really spruced the place up." Jaune said as he sat down next to Weiss, who shot him a small glare.

"Thank you, Mr. Arc. I was feeling nostalgic when I was asked for input on the design." Ozpin said as he leaned back in his chair. Jaune had the distinct impression the man was grinning behind his mug.

Weiss glanced between the two, where once she'd have tried to shush Jaune for being disrespectful, she now sat back as the two sparred with words. Jaune had told her a little about his interactions with Ozpin in his past and she could admit to a small amount of amusement in watching them trade barbs.

"In any case," Ozpin said, "I felt it would be best to catch you both up to speed on how things are going to progress for the near future."

Jaune and Weiss glanced to each other before nodding, "We read the email you sent last week." Jaune said, "It was a bit lax on detail."

"I do apologies for that. I'm afraid that, given the relatively short time frame, many things have only just been decided." Ozpin said before taking a sip of coffee, his mood dipping a little, "For the up coming semester, Beacon Academy will not be accepting any new applicants to study here."

Weiss's jaw dropped at the words and Jaune flinched hard enough to make his chair squeak violently on the floor.

"Mind you, it is for only this semester, and we will be reopening the doors for the following one." Ozpin continued, unaffected by their reactions. "I simply saw the need to allow a little more time for everything to settle back down. James has seen fit to offer any aspiring applicants a spot in Atlas for the short term if the need arises."

Having a moment to process what the Headmaster had said; the two students relaxed a little. It made sense, if you thought about it. Vale had been attacked by a large-scale terrorist attack, one that had brought a level of destruction and devastation that hadn't been seen in decades. It wouldn't be able to bounce back in six months. Still, Ozpin's delivery could use work. As Jaune saw fit to point out.

Ozpin gave a bitter smile and rough chuckle, "I suppose so. It something I have never in my time here seen. It seems this will be a year for many firsts," His face gained some hue of true humor, "Seeing as Mr. Arc has been accepted as an Assistant Professor in Advanced Combat Studies."

Weiss, the ever calm and collected heiress of Remnant's largest Dust producer, chocked on air as her brain was unable to decide if she wanted to laugh, gasp in shock, sigh in exasperation, or simply shut down. So, she tried to do all at once and failed spectacularly.

Jaune, for his part just sat there for a solid ten seconds, his head cocked to the side and a confused expression on his face. He slowly blinked once, then twice before turning to Weiss, and tapping her on the shoulder.

Finally, being able to reign in her control on her diaphragm, she slapped his hand away, managing a quick "What?" between gasps of air.

"I think you should call the infirmary," Jaune said slowly, "I'm pretty sure Ozpin's suffering from a massive stroke."

Weiss couldn't help but agree as she managed to get enough breath to continue living, and stared at Ozpin to see if he was pulling a massive joke.

Ozpin simply stared at them, hand's steepled before him, "I assure you, Mr. Arc, that I am in perfect health."

Jaune glanced from Weiss to Ozpin, then down to Ozpin's mug. He leaned slightly forward and sniffed towards the cup of coffee.

"I assure you, Mr. Arc, that I am not poisoned either." The man said, taking a sip from said cup.

"Then where in the hell did you come up with that idea?" Jaune asked in tone flat.

The smack of something hitting the window caused all three of them to jump violently. Three sets of eyes turned to the source of the commotion as a large black crow struggled against the glass of the tower. Said bird then proceeded to fight for a solid minute against the edge of the glass pane until it was able to pry the window open enough to squeeze in.

Weiss felt Jaune's aura begin resonating a murderous intent as the bird shook its head and, in the blink of an eye, transformed into one Qrow Branwen.

Qrow looked between the three of them with a grin on his face, "Did you tell'em my idea to make Arc a teacher?" He asked, taking a swig from his flask.

The drunk uncle of Ruby and Yang looked between them again before setting in on Jaune, his grin growing in to a toothy smile. "Look's like that's a yes."

Jaune contemplated murder.

End Chapter one.

AND NOTES.

So, I am not going to be able to update this on a high frequency time schedule. I'm hoping for a chapter or two per month as my work tends to leave me wiped out at the end of the day. That said, I am going to stick with this and hopefully become a better writer for it. Cause God knows I'm horrible at it (and now, so will you).

Anyways, thanks for reading and see you next time.