I needed to find a way to make this Jaune/Weiss (White moon? Schnarc? Archnee?) unique. So hate me for it, love me for it, this story really isn't my major priority right now, I only updated quickly because I promised a follow up chapter if it got popular, which it kind of did by my terms.

Chapter 2

Frostbite

The next thing Jaune knew he was the fact that he couldn't move, vague recollection of slowly freezing to death would account for that. But then he immediately realized that he was surrounded in incredible warmth. He felt his bare chest touching soft fabric tightly wrapped around him.

'That would account for the inability to move,' Jaune's barely conscious mind reasoned.

'Weiss… WEISS!' his slow moving mind kicked into overdrive at the worry that that one name conjured. He opened his eyes, much to their displeasure form the bright light, and sat up as straight as possible in the tight wrapping of blankets. He found himself in the school infirmary, a place he was well familiar with thanks to Cardin, surrounded by a startled Pyrrha, Nora, and Ren at the edge of the bed he now sat up in.

"Nurse, he's up!" Pyrrha called as Ren and Nora each put a reassuring and restraining hand on his shoulders on the JNPR leader.

"Jaune, relax," Ren said steadily as he and Nora eased Jaune onto his back as he calmed down. A Nurse soon entered the room thanks to Pyrrha's call and proceeded to do a check up on Jaune while asking him questioned about how he currently felt physically.

Jaune admitted that he felt warm and a little sluggish, but his fingers and toes were a little numb, the Nurse assured it was a mild case of frostnip, and said that permanent damage was unlikely.

"How is Weiss?" Jaune asked when the nurse finally finished her questioning and examination.

Silence was his answer as the Nurse and his team looked worriedly at each other, Jaune didn't like those looks at all, until finally the nurse spoke up.

"Miss Schnee has suffered from a far worse case of Hypothermia then you have Mr. Arc, we are doing everything we can to help her and we think she will recover and wake up soon, only…"

"Only what?" Jaune asked.

The nurse continued, "She suffered a terrible case of frostbite in her left hand, which also suffered a broken wrist, so we had to perform surgery, she will be able to keep most of her hand-

"MOST of her hand?" Jaune interrupted incredulously.

"Yes, her thumb, and the tip of her middle and index fingers all suffered from Gangrene, and we had to amputate the dead extremities," The nurse explained, then bowed her head as she offered her condolences and left the team alone.

"…" the room was quiet as team JNPR remained quiet, even usually cheerful Nora was at a loss for words. Finally it was, shockingly, Ren who spoke first.

"The nurse said it was Weiss' left hand right?" everyone nodded, fearful of where Ren was going with this, "Isn't she left handed?"

"Yea… she is," Pyrrha whispered just loud enough for the team to here.

"She could always… you know, use her right hand?" Nora suggested, getting some cold glares at her as Ren explained.

"She'll have poor dexterity in her none dominate hand, so she won't be able to wield a weapon in it efficiently, let alone fight with it,"

"Wait," Jaune interrupted, "Doesn't that mean she can't become a huntress?"

"Not without a lot of rehabilitation and practice with her non-dominate hand she can't," Pyrrha explained solemnly.

Jaune snapped. He shoved the blankets off of him, shocked to find himself in nothing but his pants, but only for a moment as he tried to stand up. He would have nearly fallen over had Pyrrha not grabbed a hold of him.

"Jaune, what are you doing?" Pyrrha asked as she tried to get Jaune to lie back down on the bed.

"I need to get to Weiss; I need to see for myself, I need to apologize-

"Apologize? Jaune, it was a case of Frostbite, it wasn't your fault," Ren said, but Jaune wouldn't hear any of it.

"No, you don't understand, I was the leader during that mission, I suggested we curl up inside the dead Beowolf for warmth but she refused, had I been more insistent she probably would still have her hand!" Jaune yelled, nearly to tears, he quickly turned away from his team to hide them as he brushed them away.

"Jaune, you can't blame yourself-

"Yes I can Pyrrha," Jaune shouted as he raised his hands for everyone to see, "All I got is frostnip, the nurse even said that permanent damage was unlikely; Weiss lost the use of her left hand, why did she have to loss something so vital to her skills and I get simple numbness?!"

Jaune then sat back down on the bed as he muttered, "At least I can afford to lose my hands,"

"Jaune don't say that!" Pyrrha said more forcefully then she intended; but it didn't seem to have phased the blonde one bit.

"Look at me Pyrrha, I have been training with you for an entire semester and I barely have a hang of the basics, Weiss has been training for years and had phenomenal skill, all of which is gone now!" Jaune shouted with extreme hatred towards the cruel irony of the fact that the one with the least skill gets to keep it while the one with the best skill loses everything, "I-I'm sorry, I just want to be alone right now guys,"

Jaune's team politely respected his desire for privacy. As the team left, Jaune laid back in bed as he thought of this surprising turn of events.

V

Jaune hadn't realized he'd fallen asleep until he had awakened five hours later. He simply laid in bed thinking about the recent events in his head over and over again. Eventually the nurse came back to check up on him; following the usual routine lines of questioning on how he felt and examining his condition. Jaune soon asked if Weiss was up yet, to which the nurse said she was awake in the next room, but didn't want to receive visitors yet, she didn't even want to see her team.

'She's probably too ashamed to see them,' Jaune thought, 'or simply didn't want their sympathy'

It was getting late so the nurse turned in for the night leaving Jaune alone in his bed. After a few minutes Jaune got up and pulled on his clothes, his team had brought him a set earlier, and made his way to the adjoining room where Weiss was.

Jaune slowly opened the door so as not to startle her; he poked his head into the room and found the heiress looking away from him towards the window outside, night had fallen by then and the shattered moon was out, at the pinnacle of its orbit, showing the full extent of the damage it had received.

Weiss herself currently had her hair down, a cascade of pristine white that seemed to actually glow in the moonlight. Jaune soon turned his gaze to her hand, which was all bandaged up, but he could still tell that her thumb was missing. Every now and then he would see her whole body shiver, quick and sudden, but would stop as immediately as it had begun.

"Weiss…" Jaune whispered. At first nothing happened as she didn't seem to move beyond the shivering, Jaune was about to speak up thinking that she hadn't heard him when she spoke.

"What do you want?" The question was monotonous and devoid of the usual ire that was accustom to her demeanor.

"Weiss I'm so sorry," Jaune offered, but Weiss still refused to even look at him or acknowledge his words at first.

"For what?"

"For you losing your hand," Jaune explained. He then notice Weiss lift her bandaged hand to her face. Jaune still couldn't see her expression so he had no idea what was going through her mind.

A few minutes passed in silence until Jaune decided to leave, but then Weiss spoke, this time with a hint of ire in her voice, "Why were you so lucky,"

Jaune froze at the question. He truly wanted to answer Weiss' question, but found no answer to give, "I don't know,"

Weiss gave no response in return as she leaned back onto the bed, her face still turned away from Jaune as she seemed to drift off to sleep. Jaune soon left the room in silence and went to bed.

It was then that a fully awake Weiss let the tears flood her eyes.

Author's note:

Okay, I will admit it; I think I suffer from a 'mutilation fetish' as my friend puts it, in my stories.