Little Red and the White Wolf

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY or any of the Witcher series.

"Hello everyone, this is your captain speaking. We'll be landing back to Beacon in about an hour or so, assuming the skies stay this clear. Hey, we might even get there early."

Team RWBY was on a Bullhead, which was flying over the Emerald Forest. They had just finished their most recent mission - the first one since the breach. "That was the worst mission ever. Of all time," complained Yang. Their mission took them to a swamp, and some of the areas had mud and grimy water that went up to their waists. The waders that they had packed helped, but that didn't stop all sorts of filth from doing a number on her hair. Add the general humidity of the area, and she had the worst-hair day of her life. "No argument there," Weiss added. Her usual white attire was caked in mud and algae. Dodging Grimm attacks in ankle-deep swamp gunk tended to do a number on one's clothes. She was drained, probably having the worst stamina on the team, to the point where she had to use up an immense amount of her aura throughout the mission. "Dibs on the first shower," Blake flatly said. "DIBS ON THE-GAH, DAMMIT!" Yang shouted. "It's official. I hate swamps," Ruby grumbled, her words nearly incomprehensible, with her also being dead tired. Their area of operations had an effect on her maneuvering. The mud did not slow her down, but made her tired much faster. She had great stamina on regular terrain, but in places like swamps, it was a challenge to keep up with everyone else. She was barely hanging on the bar she was holding on to in the Bullhead. "How come nobody ever thought of installing seats in this stupid thing?"

Suddenly, the Bullhead started shaking violently. The speaker on the craft's wall blared. "Uh, folks, this is your captain speaking, we've got some unexpected turbulence. Hold on tight!"

The team complied with the pilot's warning. Ruby, however, was straining to keep a grip on the bar she was holding on to. "Whoa!" she cried out, momentarily losing her grip, but quickly grabbing the bar with her other hand. With her current condition, she won't be hanging on for long. "Guys, I'm slipping!" Her fingers started to let go of the bar, as if they were being plucked off it one by one. "HOLD ON, RUBY!" Blake screamed. Yang made her way to the other side of the vehicle, aiming to grab her sister's hand, but to no avail. Ruby was falling, screaming and flailing out of the dropship. The rest knew that their leader was probably going to be too tired to go for a landing strategy. Blake unholstered Gambol Shroud and tossed it at Ruby in an attempt to wrap the ribbon around her leg. She missed by a fraction, although the turbulence didn't help much, and a look of dread formed on her face. Without a second thought, Yang jumped out after Ruby, using Ember Celica to speed up her fall, crying out, "I'm coming ,sis!" Ruby had already fallen through the treeline by the time Yang was halfway towards the ground. Leaves rustled and branches snapped as Ruby plowed through a tree. She continued falling, and landed on a green portal at the foot of the tree, which disappeared as soon as she touched it. She landed on the ground, face to the sky, unconscious.

Ruby Rose had disappeared.

A man sat in the middle of a forest,his eyes closed, and his long white hair waving in the wind. He wore a strong leather jacket with pads of chainmail on his shoulders and arms. A hook hung from his belt. Around his neck was a silver medallion of a wolf's head, its fangs bared. On his back were a small crossbow and a pair of swords; one was made of steel, had black leather straps on the grip, a circular pommel with a viper's head depicted within, and a straight crossguard, perpendicular to the blade itself. The second sword had a teardrop-shaped pommel, a grip with solid brown leather, and a V-shaped crossguard. This blade was made of silver, and it glinted brighter than the other in what little light the moon was offering.

This man was a witcher, and none other than Geralt of Rivia.

He felt his medallion vibrate, the trinket having been enchanted with the ability to detect magic or danger. He opened his amber eyes, the cat-like slits that were his pupils quickly scanning the area. He caught a scent in the air.

"Smells like a swamp, but we're in the middle of the woods." he said to himself. "Maybe I should investigate." He got on his horse, a brown mare he named Roach, and rode in the direction of the scent. After a while, Geralt happened upon the source of the scent; a young girl, no older than fifteen, her black hair with red tips strewn on the forest floor. To him, her clothes were strange, for the girl wore a black blouse and skirt, complete with red trimmings. On her torso, she wore a corset, tied together with red laces. He put two fingers on her neck, and felt a pulse. A cloak and hood was clipped on her blouse by means of two cross-shaped pins. Her belt had all sorts of accessories; a silver emblem of what appeared to be a rose, a gray pouch, and several cylindrical pieces of metal of unknown nature to the witcher. A red almost-rectangular flat piece of metal was strapped to her back, its purpose also unknown.

It only took one glance for Geralt to notice that she was alive, albeit unconscious, noticing her chest lift a little from her breathing. He couldn't bring himself to leave her here. Who knows what might get her; wolves, endregas, maybe even a leshen. However, he thought that he couldn't bring her to the nearest village yet, as the villagers might assume that the witcher may have kidnapped her. He took the next best course of action in his opinion, which was to lean her against a tree, check for injuries, and wait until she wakes up. The witcher did so, carrying the girl and leaned her against a tree, and started a fire with some nearby brushwood and a little bit of the Igni sign. The fire quickly ignited from the flames that emanated from his hand. He checked her for injuries. He spotted one on her hand, but to his surprise, it quickly healed up. His medallion slightly vibrated. Geralt raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "I think I'll ask her about that later," he mused.

For now, he took a seat in front of the fire, and waited.

A few hours later, Ruby groaned, clutching her head and torso. Her body ached all over. She heard a crackling of a fire, its warmth covering her aching body like a blanket. She slowly opened her eyes. Her first sight was what looked like a white haired person, but her vision was still blurry. "Weiss?" she quietly squeaked, rubbing her eyes.

"Who?" This voice was masculine. Deep and gravelly.

Ruby quickly crawled back and screamed. Her vision cleared; this white haired person was a man, a long vertical scar over his left eye, and a small horizontal one above his right eyebrow. His catlike eyes stared at her own. "W-who are y-you?" she nervously stammered. The man responded, "Someone who doesn't want to hurt you, now calm down. What's your name?" "Ruby. Nice to meet you," she responded with a smile. He walked over to his horse and took out a jug and some bread, and offered it to her. Ruby took the bread she was offered and bit into it. She gasped. "Are you a Huntsman?" she asked excitedly. "Something of the sort," he answered.

She quickly got up, giddy with excitement. "CanIhaveyourautograph?Ooh,showmeyourweapons,pleasepleaseplease?" she asked.

Geralt was still confused. He shook it off. "Well, let's go get you home. Lindenvale is a fair ride from here." He hopped on Roach and waved at the girl, urging her to do the same.

"Vale? The Emerald Forest is pretty far from Vale. Just drop me off at Beacon," she responded with a smile as she got on the horse from its right. Her left leg touched some fur. "Vale? Beacon? What are you talking about?" asked Geralt. At the same time, Ruby looked at what was touching her leg. Her silver eyes widened as they laid upon the sight of a severed griffin's head bound in rope; one of its eyesockets having been impaled on a hook. She let out a terrified shriek and hopped off Roach.

Geralt snapped his gaze on Ruby. "What? What's wrong?" Ruby shakily pointed at the severed head. "I-i-is that a g-g-griffin?" Geralt looked at his trophy and nodded. "What? Never seen a griffin before?" Ruby's jaw dropped.

"Um...uh..."

"What is it?"

"What kingdom are we in?"

"You're joking, right?"

The girl shook her head. "Answer me," she stated in a hollow tone.

"Temeria. Why?"

Ruby said nothing, her hands shaking. She fell to her knees, tears welling up in her eyes. Her team, her sister, they all probably think she was missing, or worse. She remembered when her father more or less shut down when her own mother died. With her missing, he might relapse, maybe even get worse. Yang might even do the same. Will she ever see them again? Will they be okay?

"Why are you crying?" Geralt asked, straightfaced. Ruby tried to respond between sobs. "Y-you're n-*hic*not *sniff*gonna be-*hic*believe me."

The witcher crossed his arms. "Try me." Ruby tried to calm down, and she began to explain her current situation.

"You must *sniff* think I-I'm cra*hic*crazy, don't you?"

"I believe you."

Ruby could not believe her ears. "Wha?"

Geralt, with his seemingly eternally straight face, repeated. "I believe you."

"Really?!" Ruby smiled a little, a tiny sparkle on her silver eyes. Geralt spoke again. "I already know travel between worlds is possible, and I know just the person to help you." Ruby's energy instantly replenished, swiftly picking herself up and dusting herself off. "What are we waiting for then? Let's go!" she happily shouted, sprinting and hopping on Roach's back. Geralt chuckled a little as he got on Roach, and set off to Lindenvale.

Geralt decided to cut through the woods on their way to the village. "You never told me your name," Ruby said.

"Geralt."

"What's with your swords?"

"What about them?"

"Taking one look at it, they're made to be held with two hands, and the blades are too long to be dual wielded effectively...so...why do you have two?"

"And you got that from one glance?" Geralt responded, an eyebrow raised.

"Yeah...I...uh...like weapons..." she muttered.

Suddenly, Roach started whinnying. To their right were a small group of nekkers; little grey humanoid monsters with nothing but loincloths, with webbed feet and claws on their hands. Geralt got off Roach and ordered Ruby to stay back. "What? But I can help you! I can fight!" she protested. Geralt ignored her and drew his silver sword. He shaped his fingers in a strange position, casting the Quen sign. A little orange light started orbiting his body. The three nekkers screeched at him and began to attack. One lunged at Geralt, but he dodged with a pirouette and slashed its back. He turned his attention to the second one which was a little ways from the third. The witcher hopped and spun counterclockwise, slashing the beast diagonally from its right shoulder to the hip, and he followed it up with a hard horizontal slash across its chest. The first one pounced at Geralt from behind...

*BANG*

Geralt rolled away from the second nekker and turned his face to the left, looking for the source of what sounded like an explosion. The nekker lay dead, a hole the size of a large marble on its temple. His eyes fell upon Ruby, the red metal object in her hand, now extended, smoking on one end. Geralt recognized what looked like a small spyglass mounted on top of it. "I told you, Geralt," Ruby announced, as she pulled some mechanism on its side back and forth. She twirled the device, and it transformed into a large scythe almost two to three times her own size. "I can do this." Geralt had a lot of questions, but now wasn't the time for that. "Look out!" she cried, and as Geralt faced forward, the second nekker pounced at him. Its claws touched Geralt, and a blast of orange energy shaped like a dome around him exploded, knocking the creature back, leaving him unscathed. His focus now on the nekker once more, Geralt spun to the nekker's left counterclockwise and slashed its side. He followed this up with a horizontal slash to its face. He positioned his fingers to cast the Axii sign, and a yellow light shone in front of Geralt. The nekker appeared to be in a trance, as its head was bowed down. Geralt spun towards it, sword raised above his head with its blade parallel to the ground, and slashed at the beast's shoulder. He followed this up with a series of spins and slashes, until finally he stabbed it in the chest, ending its life. He set his sights on the third nekker, only to find Ruby running towards it.

She caught the nekker on her scythe, its chest on the blade. She immediately spun once and swung her scythe in a golf swing and set the nekker flying upwards. The girl pointed the barrel on the ground and fired. The nekker flailed in mid-air as Ruby caught up to it. The nekker received a flurry of slashes before Ruby sent it crashing towards the ground. As Ruby landed, the nekker quickly recovered, and leapt at Ruby. At that moment, Geralt casted the Aard sign at it, and an unseen force pushed the nekker off course, sending it flying back. Ruby pulled the bolt back and forth on the rifle and took this chance, and used her semblance to charge at the ogroid, catching its neck on her blade this time. Ruby swung her scythe in a 180 degree arc facing Geralt. She pulled the trigger, the recoil and her own strength decapitating it.

"So, would you care to explain?" Geralt asked as he sheathed his sword.

"Explain what?" she responded, putting her scythe away.

"How a young girl such as yourself learn how to fight like that, and what that scythe of yours is?"

"How about we trade? My explanation for some information about you." Geralt shrugged his shoulders, and responded "Why not."

"I'm a Huntress. Well, Huntress-in-training. My job is to defend people from the creatures of Grimm."

"Grimm?" Geralt responded.

"Pitch black monsters, bones on their faces that look like masks. There's a lot of species, but I'm not going to bother going through them all. This world doesn't have them here, right?"

"No. Definitely not. Looks like our professions might not be so different after all."

"Really? What do you do, Geralt?" Ruby asked, interest shining in her eyes.

"I'm a witcher. A travelling professional monster slayer. When people are being harassed by creatures like those nekkers," he said, pointing to the fresh corpses, "they look for one."

"Oh, so you protect people from monsters too?"

"For the right price."

"What? You don't get paid by the kingdoms?"

"No. Witchers are independent and maintain neutrality, especially with politics. And they don't work for free."

"So you're basically freelance?" Ruby asked, her thumb and index finger on her chin.

"Basically, yes."

"So how do you explain that orange force field and the yellow thing you used on that nekker? You don't have semblances in this world, right?"

"No. But instead, we have magic."

Ruby squealed, her muscles tense with excitement. "Ohmygoshyouguyshavemagic?!CanIlearnsomepleasepleaseplease?Canyouteachmespellsprettyplease?!"

"No."

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?" Ruby pleaded, putting on her puppy dog eyes and pouted, her lower lip quivering. A small tear started to form in the corner of her eye, and for the coup de grace, a soft whimpering.

Geralt met her gaze with an unamused expression. "No. Besides, only a few people and witchers can learn magic anyway."

"Aww," Ruby whined, her mouth curved into a frown.

"Mages can cast some very complex spells, but that usually doesn't cut it for witchers. What we use are Signs. Simple spells that are quicker and easier to cast, without having to sheathe our swords. They are mere tricks compared to what a mage can do, though. We also know alchemy, which we use to mix potions, make bombs, and blend blade oils."

"That's so cool," Ruby whispered amazedly. "Can you teach me alchemy stuff?"

Geralt considered this idea for a while. "Maybe another time. Your turn. Explain your weapon," he responded, crossing his arms.

Ruby was giddy with excitement. It was time to show off her baby. She unfolded Crescent Rose into its scythe form. "This is Crescent Rose!" she declared, stroking its handle like one would with a cat.

"A scythe."

"It's also a fully customizeable, high impact sniper rifle."

"A what?"

"It's also a gun."

Both parties were silent for a minute. Geralt had the most confused expression he can muster on his face. "A what?"

"'A what?!' WHAT DO YOU MEAN, 'A WHAT?' DON'T YOU KNOW WHAT A GUN IS?!" Ruby exclaimed, shocked.

Geralt tilted his head to the side. "What's a gun?"

"WHAAAAAAT?!" Ruby cried out, a pained expression on her face. "'WHAT'S A GUN?' JEEZ, DID I GO BACK IN TIME OR SOMETHING? WHAT YEAR IS THIS?!"

Geralt flatly responded. "1272."

Ruby's pained expression on her face grew worse, almost as if her heart was just stopped right then and there.

"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?! OH NO I HAVE TO FIND THOSE CASES!"

"What?"

Taking a moment to calm down, she took a series of deep breaths. "Okay. I guess the easiest way to explain a a gun to you is..." She pondered for a second. "You know that crossbow on your back?"

"Uh huh?"

She took a bullet from her belt. "Guns are sort of like that. You see this thing here? This is a bullet. There are many different calibers, which I guess means different powered arrowheads...sort of...and not all of them are the same size..." Geralt remained silent. "Anyway," she continued, and pointed at the sharp end. "This is the bullet itself. This is what gets shot out of a gun."

"So...this whole thing gets shot out of the gun?"

"Nope. Just this pointy part. It's essentially the arrowhead of the bolt, except this doesn't need a shaft."

"Then how does it fly, let alone fly thousands of times faster than an arrow?"

Ruby was surprised. "How did you know it was that much faster than an arrow?"

"Simple. I looked at it."

"What? You can do that?! CanyouteachmepleaseIwannadothattoo!"

"No. Witchers undergo...enhancements...that let us do that." Geralt responded, a darker tone on the word 'enhancements.'

"O-oh," Ruby responded, and they were silent for another minute. "Anywho! The bullet flies thousands of times faster than the arrow is because of what's inside of this," she declared, pointing to the cylindrical portion of the bullet. "This is the case. Inside of it is Dust, which I won't explain because I don't really use it, and no, it is not dirt," Ruby stated as Geralt seemed like he was about to comment on that. "There's a bunch of explosive material in this that blows up when the firing pin, which is sort of like a crossbow's string, hits the primer," she said, pointing to the bottom of the bullet. "The explosion launches the bullet, and the case is ejected from the gun. How it's ejected depends on the gun. In my case, it's like this." She pulled the bolt back and ejected a bullet. She then took the magazine off, and showed it to Geralt. "This is a magazine. It stores all my bullets before I need to reload." She took the two bullets she had in her hand and placed them inside the magazine. She then put the magazine back in the receiver and chambered a bullet. She put the scythe away. "Questions?"

"This spyglass on your gun, is that for shooting from long distances?"

Ruby smiled. "So you know what a sniper is, then?"

"Yes."

"Oh, and the technology on Remnant lets us make weapons that can transform into other things." She then began listing off examples of transforming weapons that she has seen and read about.

"I...did not understand what most of those are, but okay. If you ask me, those guns of yours almost make the job too easy." He paused for a moment. "Give me one of those bullets."

"Why? It's not like you can use it anyway."

"Trust me." Ruby complied and handed her new companion a bullet. Geralt stared at the bullet, taking note of every detail in his mind. He shifted his attention to the ground and focused his senses. He found both the cases with ease, which he then picked up and gave to Ruby. She was about to speak up, but Geralt responded, almost as if he read her mind, "Heightened senses. Witcher trait."

"Your turn. Why are two two-handed swords necessary?"

"Technically, our swords are forged so that we can have one hand free to cast Signs."

"So did you forge your own weapons too?"

"Not me necessarily, but yes...wait. What do you mean by 'too?'"

"I made Crescent Rose myself!" Ruby declared proudly, her hands on her hips.

"I'm having a hard time believing that."

"No really, I did! I designed and forged her myself!"

"A lass like you making weapons like the ones you have...I get the feeling you'll bankrupt every blacksmith in Velen."

Ruby was a bit flattered by the comment, but she continued. "Anyway, why do you carry two swords?"

"One is for monsters."

Ruby tugged at her collar nervously. "W-what's the other one for?"

Geralt took a minute to think. "Beasts," he finally responded.

Ruby sighed in relief and smiled. "Oh. Okay then. Should we go to that village you were talking about then?"

"Let's."

The pair walked up to Roach and hopped on. Geralt looked at Ruby, and said, "Wait."

"What is it, Geralt?"

"If you're going to be travelling with me, you're going to need a silver blade."

The girl tilted her head to the side. "Why?"

"A lot of the creatures here like those nekkers can't stand silver. Steel is not as effective."

"Okay. I can deal with that. I think I can work in a silver blade for Crescent Rose. Just get me to a good forge and I'm set!"

Geralt started thinking as they galloped off. He recalled the blacksmith in Lindenvale mentioning something about a master blacksmith in Novigrad. He should be able to find him soon enough. For now, however, Ruby probably has to settle for a farmer's sickle for a silver blade. A temporary solution, but it'll work. Probably.

A/N: I was thinking of doing this on my first playthrough of Witcher 3. It was hard to resist. Now, here I am, and I am basing this fic on my second playthrough. Yes, I do dare to put dear, sweet, innocent little Ruby into the harsh world of The Witcher.

AND FOR THE FIRST TIME, IN THE HISTORY OF RWBY FANFICTION, RUBY'S PUPPY DOG EYES DO NOT WORK! I swear to God, that pouty face is more effective than the Axii sign, AND you don't get attacked for using it! In my opinion, her puppy dog eyes are the equivalent of the Witcher 2 Axii conversation options, except it has a 100% chance of success.

As for the lack of updates on Rangers of Remnant, that was a very dangerous mix of procrastination, writer's block, general laziness, and life shit. Sorry about that, folks. I'm halfway through finishing Chapter 5, and I might start actively writing again once exam week is over.

As always, R&R, constrictive criticism is always welcome.