To Change Everything

AN: Hello everyone! I've decided to continue, mostly because this story keeps bugging the crap out of me. As I said before, I will explain why Derrick seems a bit over powered. He is not going to be a Gary Stu (fricken hate those stories). All of his 'boosts' are there so he is on somewhat even footing with everyone at Beacon. The guy has no combat experience aside from video games, four years of weekly visits to the gun range and a few months of MMA to quicken his reflexes. Putting him through initiation would kill him without the two boosts.

Huge shout out to Panzer-12 for the first review!

Panzer-12: Thanks for taking the time to write this out! I said before, there is a reason why he seems OP, but really, I'm only putting him on equal footing as the rest of the first years at Beacon. Those kids have been training for years, whereas Derrick has several years of gun training, a couple months of MMA, and all the games and anime he's played/watched to keep him alive. Derrick will be more durable than the average hunter-in-training, and his weapons will be a bit stronger than the others. Why will be explained this chapter. He also knows everything about RWBY, and will not have the "clueless protagonist" vibe.

Before I forget, Rooster Teeth owns RWBY. The only things I own in this fic are the car and Derrick.

Anyway, enjoy the show!

POV Change

'Thoughts'

*Sounds*

"Speech"

Two days have passed since I last saw Ruby. The majority of that time was spent with Ms. Goodwitch, moving my car to the academy and buying school supplies I would need for attending Beacon, such as the backpack I'm currently wearing with my previous outfit. I also managed to get some motion sickness pills, to help two people I know I will be meeting today. Now, I'm currently standing in an airship, which is flying to the school in question. I've already spotted Ruby talking to a certain curvaceous blond in a tan jacket, but I'm holding off talking to them. Looking around, I finally find my target, who is vainly trying to hold in his lunch. I walk up to him and tap his shoulder.

"Hey man, you don't look so good. Are you alright?" I ask while rubbing his back a bit. This has a noticeable effect, as he stops retching.

"Y-yeah, I'm… Not doing so well." He says, turning around to face me. He's taller than me by a few inches, with blond hair and blue eyes. He's wearing a white breast plate and shoulder armor over a black hoodie, and faded blue jeans.

"I noticed. Here," I pull out a bottle from my pocket, the label stating the contents help with motion sickness, and a bottle of water from my backpack. "This should help."

The boy quickly takes both bottles and downs two pills before drinking the water. His face visibly changes color from green to a more natural pale. "Thanks man! I wish I knew about these before I got here!" He hands the pill bottle back and keeps the water. I put the bottle in my bag before placing it on my back again.

"It's no problem. I have issues with motion sickness from time to time, so I just keep them on me. I'm Derrick, by the way." I state, putting out my hand for a handshake.

He takes my hand and shakes it once with a much weaker grip than I was expecting. "Jaune. Jaune Arc. Short, sweet, ladies love it." He says with a confident smile.

I facepalm. "Rule number one Jaune. Never say pick-up lines to a guy." He freezes for a second, before his face goes as red as a tomato.

"O-Oh! I-I'm so sorry! My dad said all I need is confidence and-" I hold up my hand, stopping the poor stuttering mess of a boy from embarrassing himself more.

"Jaune. It's fine. Just, don't do it again, okay?" He nods in affirmation.

"Ok. I'm a little short on time, so here's five rules I came up with to prevent any embarrassing moments. Judging from your reaction to my comment, you need them. Rule number one, you already know. Rule number two, don't start every conversation with a pickup line. This goes back to rule number one. Rule number three, don't use false confidence. It only screws you over. Rule number four, don't act upon something you hear in passing. The person speaking is most likely talking about something else. And finally, don't give a girl a nickname without asking if she likes it. That's one of the easier ways to piss a woman off." I shudder a bit, remembering Ms. Goodwitch asking what a dominatrix was. That was an awkward conversation…

Jaune blinks in confusion. "Uh… thanks, I guess?"

I nod my head. "You're welcome. I need to go, I'll talk to you later." I say as I start making my way to Ruby and her sister. 'Half-sister. Hopefully, Jaune doesn't become Vomit Boy, and focuses more on Pyrrha than Wiess. That advice should keep him from embarrassing himself too much.'

"-I just want to be a normal girl with normal knees!" 'And there's my cue. Thanks Ruby.'

"I doubt anyone has normal knees in this school." The two girls turn to look at me, Ruby's eyes lighting up in recognition. "After all, you guys look like a fashion designer was told to make armor an accessory."

"Hey! You're that guy from the roof!" Ruby exclaims, pointing her finger at me.

"So you're the guy my sister was talking about! My name's Yang, Ruby's older sister." The blonde holds her hand out.

I hold my hands up in an 'I surrender' position. "Nice to meet you. And for the record, your sister is cute, but a little too young for me. No need to shake me down or anything." 'Not looking forward to that. Still, as much as I would like to cuddle and feed Ruby cookies, she needs to focus on school first.'

She glares, crossing her arms under her assets. "What is she not good enough for you or something?"

"Not at all. She seems younger than all everyone on this ship, so I'm assuming she was moved ahead at least a year or two, if not three or four. She will need to spend a large amount of time catching up with the rest of us." 'Please buy it…. Seriously Ruby?! What did I say that made you blush!'

Before Yang could reply, a hologram of Ms. Goodwitch appears on the window next to us. While she's talking, I make my way over to Ruby. "Hey, are you ok?"

She shakes herself out of her stupor. "H-huh?"

"I asked if you were ok. I didn't see you take any hits a few days ago, but it doesn't hurt to check." I say with a small smile.

"Oh! I got a couple scratches, but my aura healed them up! Thanks for asking though!" Her face finally shifts back to its normal color.

"Ah, alright." 'Crap! Almost forgot about aura… and I still don't have mine unlocked. Wait, if I don't have aura, then how did Melodic Cudgel snap when it hit me? And that crater, there's no way I should have made that when I fell even if I did land on the nova. Somethings off.' My thoughts are cut short when I feel a tapping on my shoulder. Ruby and Yang are gone, the only people left on the ship were Jaune and I.

"Derrick?"

I turn to face him. "Yeah, I'm fine. Let's go see our home for the next few years, shall we?"

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'This school looks like a cross between the Notre Dame, and a medieval castle. I get the need for style, but really Oz? You could have saved a lot of… unless the building itself is propaganda to convince young kids to be hunters.' Jaune and I had separated after leaving the ship. He decided to stay close to the landing pad while I went off to explore. As I make my way back to the front, I see Ruby and a girl in white standing over a pile of suit cases. I book it, racing to them when I see Wiese start shaking a vial of Dust. I reach them in time to see Ruby ready to sneeze, placing my finger underneath her nose.

"Woah there! Last thing we need is all this Dust going of-" I say, scuffing my shoe on the ground. None of us knew that there was more Dust on the ground, and I had just set it off.

*BOOOOOM!*

The resulting explosion sent the girls flying away, Ruby landing ten feet away and Wiess landing fifteen feet away. The Dust I set off was Ice Dust, so before the rest activated, my foot was frozen to the ground. Surprisingly, my foot being frozen, and the sub sequential explosion, did not hurt as much as I thought they would.

'…ow. Quick check, arms are good, hands and fingers are still there, legs are still attached, right leg is frozen up to the knee, and my right side feels like that time I set off a fire cracker on my skin. Minor burns and holes in my hoodie…. HOW THE FUCK DID I NOT DIE AGAIN?!'

Wiess recovers first, looking at her now open and empty suitcase sitting beside her in shock and rage. "YOU IMBECILE!" She shrieks, getting up and stomping towards the rest of her luggage, which had been blown in a rough arc about eight feet from the detonation point. When she reaches it, she checks the other suit cases. Seeing that the outer shell managed to protect the contents, she whirls around to glare at Ruby, who is just now getting up. By now the smoke clears from the unintentional bomb, and I can see the rant forming on the heiress's lips. I break the ice keeping my leg on the ground, attracting the attention of both girls. Ruby freezes in place at the sight of me, while Wiess has to stop and process the fact that I wasn't blown away and I was relatively fine. Looking at both girls, I notice their clothes are scorched and torn and their skin was burnt.

"…Schnee." I glare at the girl, who shrinks back in fear and shame. "That, stung. A lot. Maybe you should check your crap before you start bitching. Might save yourself the embarrassment of calling daddy and telling him you lost half your dust before initiation." I help Ruby to her feet, and upon seeing Jaune, I direct her to him. 'Lazy ass. How the hell did he sleep… and those pills I gave him induce drowsiness. Fine.'

"Ruby, do you see the guy asleep on the ground over there? Wake him up and tell him Derrick wants him to be your friend." She nods in acknowledgement before doing as I asked. I turn to Wiess, ready to lay into her when I see Ms. Goodwitch glaring at the four of us.

"Uh… Hi?"

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"Unbelievable! You three destroyed the courtyard and could have been killed!" Ms. Goodwitch has been laying into us for the last ten minutes in her office, going on and on about how reckless we were. Jaune woke up about five minutes ago, the poor guy shrinking back every time Goodwitch got close to him. I don't blame the guy.

Finally, she stops and sighs. "Ms. Rose, Ms. Schnee, and Mr. Arc, please go to the Headmaster's office for the speech you missed. Mr. Bastone, please follow me to the infirmary."

Before leaving the room, Jaune asks, "Is he going to be alright, Professor?"

She walks to the door, beckoning for me to follow her before she answers. "Yes Mr. Arc. Due to the nature of his admission, we do not have basic medical records for Mr. Bastone. I plan to rectify this immediately."

I put my hand on his shoulder while the professor locks her door. "I'll be fine Jaune. And look, you have two new friends to talk to. I'll see you and Ruby later." Goodwitch has her door closed and is now walking down the hall. "I gotta go. See ya!" I run to catch up with Goodwitch, leaving the three to themselves.

Once they are out of sight, I start talking. "So what do you want to talk about? Or is this about me coming from another world?" She stops for a second, turning to look me in the eyes.

"The girls had aura to protect themselves, and they still had second degree burns. How did you survive that blast? It should have killed you!"

I put my hands up in an attempt to calm her down. "Look professor, I don't know either. All the dust did was burn my clothes a bit, freeze my leg to the ground, and burn all the hair on my right arm off. It didn't even burn, just stung a bit."

She throws her hands up in frustration and storms down the hall at a fast pace. "But how?! Even I couldn't walk away from a blast like that without any burns. And what is that clunking sound?!"

I avoid looking her in the eyes, seeing the sign for the infirmary down the hall. "There's still ice on my shoe ma'am." We walk in, I sit down in one of the chairs while the professor talks to the woman behind the counter. 'Huh. Last time I was in any kind of clinic was when Contessa was born… NO! I WILL GET BACK DAMN IT! If I can help Ozpin take down Salem, he will owe me one hell of a favor. I can use that to get Ironwood to figure out a way back home…. Or I can just do what Wiess did in Out of Place and mix a bunch of dust together… yeah that will not end well. Back to plan A then.'

"Mr. Bastone?" A woman wearing a doctor's coat with the red cross and Beacon's emblem called my name.

"Y-Yes ma'am?" 'Fucking stuttered. Damn it! I have to keep it together!'

"Please follow Glynda and I to the examination room." I do as she asks.

When we arrive, she turns to me with an apologetic look on her face. "I'm sorry Mr. Bastone, but given that you are not native to Remnant, we will have to preform every test we have to ensure we can treat you here should you be injured." 'Well… shit.'

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Jaune's POV

We watched Derrick and Professor Goodwitch walk down the hall, finally losing sight of them when they turned a corner. We start walking to the headmaster's office, the girl in white leading us.

I turned to Ruby and Sn- 'No! Remember the rules!' Wiess. "So, Wha- "

"I don't trust him." Wiess states.

I try again. "Uh… He's actually pretty cool." Both of them look at me. "H-he gave me some medicine for my motion sickness a-and gave me some advice for talking to people."

Ruby tilts her head to the side. "He did? I met him a couple days ago, when he helped me fight Roman Torchwick."

Wiess snaps her eyes back to Ruby. "He did what?! How did he fight Roman Torchwick?! With what?!"

Ruby shies away from Wiess, her high-pitched yelling visibly pushing the younger girl away. "He used his car to hit the thugs like skreeeech! And then he used a really strong shotgun to shoot at Torchwick! And then we chased him to a nearby roof, when a bullhead showed up. Derrick started yelling, then he nearly took out one of the engines with a single shot from his gun! He kept yelling and firing and each shot went straight into the airship like it was wet !"

"Wait," I cut in, "how did his gun shoot into the bullhead? Aren't those things bullet-proof?"

"I…. I don't know… he just got mad and started shooting. He even managed to hit the lady, a bullet going into her knee. That's why she threw a fireball at us while Roman flew the ship away."

"None of this makes sense!" Wiess yells, "If he was a hunter in training, he wouldn't have used a car to attack in the first place. And no matter how strong the weapon, dust ammunition will not penetrate aura on the first try! We will discuss this later, we are here." She calls the elevator. While we wait, I can't help but think, 'Who are you Derrick?'

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My POV

Goodwitch and I are staring at the needle trying to penetrate my ski- *snap* the nurse sighs, reaching for another needle. The doctor looks over the results of the other tests, shaking his head in confusion.

"I don't understand. Denser muscle and bone composition, harder skin, grossly overweight, yet your body composition says you're perfectly healthy." He tosses the folder onto the counter he's leaning against and sighs. "I was informed of your origins, but this doesn't make any sense. Just, how?" he says, holding his hand palm up in my direction.

'I think… maybe.' I clear my throat. "Just a quick question, but does anyone know the force of gravity at sea level? And while we're at it, the standard air pressure at sea level?" They look at me in confusion, before Goodwitch speaks up.

"Gravity is 7.82 meters per second per second, and the air pressure is 8.52 pounds per square inch. Why does this matter?" She asks quirking her left eyebrow. The other two people in the room stop what they were doing to listen to the answer as well.

"It's a matter of air pressure and gravity. The standard air pressure back home is 14.7 pounds per square inch, and the gravity is 9.81 meters per second per second. Higher air pressure means harder skin and denser bones, and the muscle tissue is from more gravity pulling me down to earth. Maybe. I was studying to be a mechanical engineer before I got here, so I don't know everything about the atmosphere." 'Best I could come up with anyway. Since I'm here…' "On an unrelated note, can one of you unlock my aura? I've been hearing lots of stuff about it, like using it to power a semblance to it protecting and healing you. So… please?"

The doctor speaks just as Goodwitch opens her mouth. "I'm sure Professor Goodwitch would be happy to, but I don't think you will need aura. Your body, as it is now, is comparable to third year students using their aura to enhance their bodies past their natural limits. You, on the other hand, could go exercise even more and become as strong as a newly licensed huntsman before the end of the first semester. I've noticed the more we try to draw your blood, the harder the skin in the area becomes. Your body adapts much faster than anyone on Remnant." The doctor leans back, resting his head against the wall. "And if what you said about breaking Torchwick's weapon with your face is true, your bones are comparable to Dust infused metal."

"Wait," I hold up my hand. "Dust infused metal breaking on my cheek doesn't explain how I wasn't roasted alive when the Dust exploded. Care to explain that, Doc?"

The doctor crosses his arms. "As far as I can tell, you can't interact with Dust, even if it's been activated already. Hunters and Huntresses can use their auras to interact with Dust, because all people on Remnant are born from Dust. We have a small, constantly regenerating amount of Dust in our bodies, powering our aura and generally keeping us alive. Since you are from a different planet, you don't have that dust in you. So, for the moment, you can't use Dust. However, given how adaptable your body is compared to ours, that is subject to change. Now, is there anything you have that can cut through your skin?"

"Yes, actually. I keep my knife on me at all times." I say while pulling out my knife, although calling it that is an understatement. The blade itself is almost eight inches long with the first inch and a half angling away from the point before straightening out into the hilt. The whole knife is matte black except for the blade, which shines in the artificial light. "This good enough for you?" I say while flipping the knife around so I'm holding it by the blade, the handle pointed at the doctor.

He swallows nervously, before taking the knife. "Y-yes, thank you. Nurse, please ready the needle for drawing blood. I will make an initial incision on the skin, weakening it enough for you to fill three vials." The nurse does as she's asked, nodding her head at the doctor when she is ready. "In three, two, one."

I don't react to the pain of the knife cutting through my arm. The doctor is quick to move out of the nurse's way, allowing her to fill three fifty milliliter vials and a one liter emergency bag with blood. The doctor is taking notes while staring at my eyes. 'Getting a little creepy there, doc.'

"Incredible! Any other person would be woozy, on the verge of losing consciousness after losing that much blood, yet here you are barely reacting! You would make a great huntsman based on your biology alone!"

I interrupt his little spiel and take my blade back. "Doc, I appreciate your compliments, but I think it's time for Professor Goodwitch and I to leave. It's dinner time, and I'm hungry!" I say, getting up from the examination table and stretching. 'I must have been sitting for hours!' Almost every joint in my body cracks and pops before settling into place. "Ahhh… Much better! Professor, could you please direct me to the cafeteria?"

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I finally enter the ballroom. Dinner was uneventful, I just grabbed the food I wanted, ate it, then placed the dishes away. I forwent using utensils after the first set snapped in half in my hands. Anyway, the ballroom. Apparently, I have a small fanclub, because I am swarmed by six or seven people as soon as I enter.

The kid in front asks me, "Did you really take down Roman Torchwick?!"

I blink, then remember the events of two nights ago. "No I did not. I chased him away from an attempted robbery though." All of their eyes light up, and I realize I have to nip this in the but before I have some kind of cult worship thing going on. "Alright, look. I was in the right place, at the right time. The rest of that encounter was pure luck. Whatever you think it was, it was luck. Now I'm tired and I- ""YOU!" "-have to deal with her. Night." I finish my little speech as Jaune, Ruby, Wiess and Yang show up, only to drag me to their sleeping bags. The four of them had all their bags close together. 'That's odd. Jaune I can understand, but why is Wiess with them? Did Ruby and Wiess become friends already? And now that I think about it, where's Blake? I haven't seen… her. I'm replacing Blake. Wonderful. Shit, they're talking to me!'

"-you should tell us what's going on!"

"First of all, calm down. I just spent the last few hours in the infirmary, and I am really tired right now. I just want to sleep, so thanks for saving a spot for me." I lay down in the space between the four bags. I'm about to fall asleep when one of them nudges me on the arm. I crack one eye open, seeing Ruby doing her best puppy pout. I groan and sit up. "One."

Wiess answers for the four of them. "One what?"

"One question each. And if I'm vague about an answer, it means I don't trust you guys enough yet. With the exception of Ruby, I met you guys today. I'm not going to tell you all my secrets."

Ruby cheers, throwing her fist in the air. "Yay! Me first!"

I give her a small smile and roll my eyes. "Sure Ruby. Yang goes after you, then Jaune, and finally, the Schnee. And before you give me lip, heiress, we blew up because you didn't pack your bags correctly. That, and I don't know your first name. Anyway, Ruby! Ask your question."

"Ok! What's your weapon?" Yang and, surprisingly, Wiess facepalm, although the latter mutters, "dolt," under her breath.

"My weapon? I have three. First is my Nova shotgun. Second is my side-arm, a Desert Eagle. Finally, my knife." I pull out the knife the doctor used and showed it to them. Ruby starts drooling over it, before I snap my fingers to bring her out of it. I put the knife away and point to Jaune.

"Oh! Uh, where can I get those pills you gave me? They helped a lot!"

"I can show you the next time we go to Vale. Yang? You're up."

"Ok Mr. Awesome, why did you help my sister two days ago? You were in a car and you could have just drove off. So why?"

"That… well, I don't trust you all with the beginning of that story, but the short version is that Ruby reminded me of my baby sister. As an older sibling to another, I'm sure you understand what I'm talking about. Anyway, once I took out the thugs, Torchwick aimed his cane at Ruby, and it just escalated from there." Yang sat back, satisfied with the answer. "What's your question, Wiess?"

"I wish to know how you survived the Dust explosion that nearly killed Ruby and I."

"Ah. That. Uh… can I take a rain check on that?" I look to the others, seeing curiosity and traces of suspicion in their eyes. "Fine. I can't use Dust, at all. My body just doesn't react with it at all. Happy?" I gave the heiress a slight glare and frown.

"No, because that only raises more questions!"

"Too bad heiress, I'm tired. Ask Professor Goodwitch tomorrow if you're so curious. Night everyone."

I take off my backpack and hoodie, bunching up the latter and using it as a pillow on the former. My last thought before I fell asleep was. 'I'll have to tell them eventually. Hopefully they don't take it that badly."