OK back story of this is Yang and Ruby have to move to Vale and stay with there uncle Qrow. They actually have to live with a guy named Zander who Yang has know for quite a few years because of her summer visits to Vale. The story begins with Qrow calling Zander to inform him of the situation.

"Hey Qrow what's up?" Zander asked answering his Scroll.

"I hate to ask such a big favor of you, but is there anyway you have room for my two nieces?" Qrow asks.

" yeah I suppose, I mean I got this big damn house and I'm the only one in it."

"Are you gonna need rent or something, I know rooming people gets expensive." Qrow asked making sure to cover all the bases. Over the years Qrow had learned to get everything straight up front.

"Nah man don't worry bout it, you helped me on my feet when you got me a job, consider it my way of paying you back." Zander said still kicked back on the couch.

"OK well there going to be here Friday evening is that OK with you?"

"Yeah Qrow, its fine gives em' time to settle in ya' know."

"Yeah you got a point. Alright man I'll see ya Friday then when I bring them over." Qrow said getting ready to end the call.

"Alright old man, don't be a stranger your welcome to come over anytime."

"I'm not that damn old." Qrow said hanging up the phone.

"Oh yeah you are." Zander said laughing to himself and setting his Scroll down. He continued to kick back and watch TV before he had to go to bed. After all it was wednesday and he had work tomorrow.

The next morning Zander woke up to his alarm going off. Rolling over he tapped the screen on his Scroll to turn off the alarm. He sat up on the edge of the bed and reached for a cigarette out his pack. He put in his mouth and turned on the lamp to find his black lighter. After finding it he lit the cigarette and then decided it was probably best to get up and moving so he wouldn't think of going back to sleep. He walked over to the closet and pulled out a pair of his usual work jeans. Boot cut blue jeans was his usual style for work next was a black t shirt with the letters SPS stiched in red letters above the pocket on the left side of the chest. He worked for MR. Schnee who owned a successful performance shop with ten different garage bays where any person who owned race cars came to get them rebuilt and serviced.

But that's not all SPS did they also built on off custom parts in a fabrication plant behind the shop. It was actually all one building but technically two different sections. Zander put on his work boots made of black leather with steel toes over top of the leather. His jeans covered the laces and stopped just at the steel. He walked into the kitchen grabbed his keys, his famous worn black cowboy hat that was bent to resemble a more rock n roll style, and his wallet. Then headed out the back door and got into his truck. A slightly modified old Dodge it didn't look like much but I would damn near pull a bull dozer out of a snow bank. This has been proven a couple times over the past winter.

"Well off to work, god don't let it be like yesterday."

Zander said to himself climbing into his truck and remembering yesterday. The new guy had been training on how to position the car over the lifts and he had forgot to place two of the supports on the drivers side under the car, Zander had just enough time to grab the controls before the car completely flipped over.

"Hope he pays more attention today."

Zander thought as he fired up the old Dodge and pulled out of his driveway heading to work.

There's the killer! Was the greeting Zander was meet with as he walked through the doors of the shop.

"Morning Sun, hows the client list looking today?"

Zander asked while walking by the desk that was just by the door.

"Well we have three c7 corvettes the Beacon just ordered and the WRX that Signal is still waiting on."

"The hell does Signal want with a WRX?"

Zander asked as he stopped and turned to look at Sun with a questionable look.

"Uh something about offering new courses and easing the transition into beacon."

Sun replied turning back to the computer and clocking himself in noting that he was working on the WRX today.

You want me to clock you in on those c7's Zander?"

Sun asked as Zander started to walked to bay 1 where he usually worked.

"If you would please, thanks man"

"No problem."

Sun replied heading to bay 2 and unlocking his tool boxes. Zander had already began getting all his tools lined up for the build and lit another cigarette as he walked over to the radio between Sun and him.

"Does rock sound good today?"

Zander asked Sun as he turned on the radio and started changing the dial. Zander usually listened to the rock station at work. Sun never said yes to his question but there where a few times Zander caught Sun singing along.

"Whatever man I'm used to it now."

Sun replied. Not that he ever really paid that much attention to the radio anyways it was just nice to have some background noise. Zander found the station and turned it up a little.

"Well that's a hell of a song to start the day. When did they start playing the good shit?"

Zander asked to no one in particular, he just liked to think out loud. Zander opened the bay door and walked out to the first corvette parked in front of the door and drove it in. Shutting it off he took a second to look at the interior noting all of the points that would need to made for the rollcage.

The rest of the day went as expected. The normal jokes and horseplay were in full swing. At one point Zander even made a joke about he should nickname Sun monkey wrench. Because of his obvious faunus heritage. Sun fired back saying Zander should probably focus on building those cars before the ice queen calls him out on it. At the end of the day Zander said his goodbyes and drove home with the same routine he always had. Arriving home he walked into the kitchen dropped his keys in the basket by the door and placed his hat on the rack. He went to the fridge and grabbed a beer and sat on the couch turning on the TV to some show about racing and kicked his feet up on the coffee table. He checked his Scroll for any calls or texts he missed while driving home. As usual nothing.

"Damn I don't have much of a life anymore."

Zander thought to himself taking another sip of his beer and lighting another cigarette. He probably should quit those, but he only smokes at most 5 a day so its not like its that bad. Zander spent his evening pretty much the way he always did, then off to bed to start it all over again. However he didn't know tomorrow was going to change his life in ways he didn't even expect.