A/N: Hey there, I'm back with another update. Big thanks to all who have favorited, followed, and reviewed. The amout support I've received for such a niche crossover story is something I did not quite anticipate and I want you all to know how much it is appreciate it. Now with all the useless jabbing out of the I hope you all enjoy this new chapter.


The air in the hall was electric and the excitement almost palpable. Clark could literally almost feel the elation that permeated the atmosphere. They had done it, they had passed, they were all now officially students of the renowned Beacon Academy. Clark did note that there were a great deal fewer people here today than there had been yesterday, but that was the nature of the beast he supposed, not everyone was cut out for the life of a huntsman. He almost felt a guilty for being accepted when there were people who had trained most of their lives to get here and couldn't make the grade. Where as he was simply picked up and given a free pass.

But; he reminded himself, this wasn't like he was trying out for a sports team or attempting to make a living as a boxer or anything of that nature. The whole point of this, his whole point of being here was to learn how to better protect those who could not protect themselves. While some may call it unfair, there was no doubt he had more potential to do good than anyone else here. That wasn't bragging, and it wasn't a boast, to say otherwise would be simply dishonest.

Even keeping that all in his mind he couldn't completely shrug off that slightly guilty feeling. His skills, his abilities, what he was born with it, it's not like he was cheating or anything. He also had to remind himself that Ozpin had not allowed him in at the cost of others. His admission had no bearing or effect on anyone else who had come here but he still couldn't shake the feeling. He was shaken from these thoughts by a familiar voice.

"Yo Smallville, you made it through,"

He turned and saw Yang walking side by side with Blake and Ruby.

"Uh yeah, glad to see you all made it too,"

"So, who'd you end up partnering with?" Ruby asked cheerily as she glanced around.

Clark didn't answer that, instead he responded with a surveying glance of his own.

"I could ask you the same thing, where's your partner?" he teased her as she looked almost abashed.

"We don't exactly get along yet, but she's okay I guess," she mumbled.

"So who is it?" he asked already knowing the answer, but deciding to play along.

"You shouldn't wander off, like it or not we're stuck together for the next four years so we had better get used to it," Weiss said approaching the small group.

"Clark, this is Weiss," Ruby said with a great deal less enthusiasm than was normal for her.

"Weiss Schnee, yes that Weiss Schnee," she said proudly as she offered her hand to Clark. He gripped it firmly and shook before responding.

"A pleasure to meet you Miss Schnee, and I'm sorry but...am I supposed to know you?" he asked somewhat awkwardly.

Clark could tell immediately this was not the right thing to say to this young lady. The look of total and absolute shock that spread across her face after what he had said told him that. He could also see Ruby and Yang trying desperately not to laugh as Weiss pulled her hand back as though his touch were something disgusting.

"I don't find your little joke amusing," she sneered at him.

"I'm not joking," Clark said somewhat taken aback by her attitude.

"There is no way you don't know of the Schnee Dust Company, my family's company," she said in a haughty voice.

"Sure I know of you, but I'm sorry I don't know who are," he said almost defensively really wishing Ruby and Yang would stop snickering.

This was clearly a girl not used to not being recognized and the utter lack of a response once she had dropped her name was very evidently irritating to her. Clark watched as she took a step back, crossed her arms and somehow managed to make Clark feel as though she was looking down at him even though he stood a good head and a half taller than her.

"Did you grow up on a farm or something?" she asked with a tone of judgment to her voice that Clark thought to be entirely unnecessary.

Ruby and Yang had stopped laughing.

"Well, yeah, I was," he said in a timid voice.

Weiss almost seemed to shift from irate to assumed the instant he spoke, and Clark could tell what was coming next was not about to be kind.

"Well, that explains a lot," she practically scoffed before her face turn for mild amusement to one of confusion "How did a farm boy make it into beacon?" she asked none to kindly.

Clark was a little dumbstruck, sure Yang and sort of given him the business that morning, but this was a whole different degree of rude. This wasn't ribbing or joking, this was just plain mean.

"Well...I...uhh, I…" he stammered, unable to find husband voice, but he didn't need to finish.

"Okay, that's enough princess, back off," Yang said sternly putting a firm hand on the smaller girl's shoulder.

Weiss spun around and gave Yang a surprised look that quickly turned to irritation. With a small huff she pulled herself freevand stepped away with her nose in the air.

Yang gave Clark a sympathetic look to which he just returned a small abashed smile.

"Still think everyone's good at their core?" Blake chimed in. There was no accusation in her voice, only a slight tone of disappointment.

Clark was about to respond when the voice of Ozpin cut through the hum of the crowd.

"Greetings my future huntsmen and huntresses and congratulations. Those of you who stand before me now…" Ozpin began and Clark tried to listen, he really did, but he couldn't keep his mind on the Headmaster's speech and he found his eyes wandering the assembly hall.

His eyes almost immediately landed on Weiss. Her entire aura she produced seemed to exude a level of pride and arrogance and this thoughts were drawn back to what Blake had just said.

To be fair, he had only just met the girl and passing judgement wouldn't be right, it wouldn't be proper, it wouldn't be fair. But he almost had to agree with Blake. This girl had known him for all of five seconds before she began to sneer and look down him, and despite his better nature he was a little too riled up and upset to try and get over what she had said like he had with Yang.

That made him think about just how different the two incidents were. Yang had certainly been rude but she hadn't meant anything by it and nor was she actively trying to hurt or insult him. This Weiss however may not have been trying to be insulting, but he could also tell she didn't particularly care if she had been. She also held herself and acted in a way that made it abundantly clear she thought she was better than him, not in any particular way, shape or form, she was just better. And the way she said "farmboy", like there was something wrong with him.

'What was wrong with being a farmer?' he thought disgruntledly. Did she like food? Milk? Coffee? Did she like clothing made from cotton or wool? How about sugar or honey, did she like either of those? All things little miss high and mighty wouldn't have without people like his parents, friends, and neighbors. No; even though it may not have been the life for him, there was certainly nothing wrong with being a farmer.

Clark had gotten himself so riled up and irritated at the treatment he had received that he hadn't noticed that Ozpin's speech had ended and had begun assigning teams. Glancing up he the screen displayed four familiar faces. Ruby, Blake, Yang, and Miss Schnee, team RWBY.

"Clark, you're not a team, what's…"Ruby began to whisper as Ozpin's voice cut through the air again.

"Now that you have all been assigned to your respective teams there is a rather peculiar occurrence this year I'd like to discuss with you all," he said with the slightest sense of amusement and Clark tensed.

He had know this was coming, it was inevitable. His presence here and lack of assignment to any team had to be explained. He was going to be the outlier, the odd man out, and people were going to notice. So instead of having Clark be inundated with questions and inquiries throughout the year Ozpin was going to get out in front of what he had just called a "peculiar occurrence" and opted to simply address it when everyone was assigned and assembled.

Clark understood the necessity of doing this, he understood why doing it now with everyone here made sense. He knew it was best to explain his presence as a lone student during the time when every team was announced, but that didn't help him feel any better.

He was about to find himself the center of attention and he aborhored it. For some who had spent the entirety of their conscious life trying to blend in and be ignored this was about to become what was almost tantamount to a waking nightmare.

"This year we have had an anomaly, a rather strange and quite remarkable occurrence. We have a student this year who; through his own remarkable ability and some unfortunate luck managed to the single handedly complete the task assigned but did not acquire a partner. In fact he has no corresponding team mates as no one managed to claim his partner piece. We have decided it would be unfair to bar his entrance due to what amounts to bad luck, especially given his exceptional performance. So we have made certain accommodations for Mister Clark Kent," he finished as Clark's image came up on the main screen.

Clark's face turned beet red as all eyes in hall trained on him as he tried to make himself smaller as he slumped his shoulders. But he did manage a small crooked grin and a half hearted wave as whispers and murmurs started. There were alot of "who's that?" a handful of "Clarks?" a single "really?" and a solitary "Smallville?".

"Mister Kent will provide all of you with a unique opportunity most students of this esteemed institution do not receive. We obviously cannot assign him to any established team as it would grant said team an unequal advantage in certain aspects of your studies. As such Mister Kent will be rotating from team to team throughout his time here. This will provide you all the chance to work with another outside your team, something you will undoubtedly encounter in you career as huntresses and huntsman. It will no doubt be useful for you to learn and adapt to a fluctuating and changing team. Now, with all that said I thinks it's time you all retire for the evening as I'm sure you all like to get settled," he finished rather abruptly and turned to leave amidst the chorus of murmuring voices.

"Smallville you were holding out on us!" he heard Yang cry excitedly as he felt her wrap her arm around him, pulling him into a headlock and rubbing her knuckles against his scalp before releasing him.

"Well, I didn't mean to deceive you," he said as she straightened himself and fixed his glasses. "I was just trying to pass, I'm sorry," he fins he'd in a mumble, his face still burning.

"Are you kidding? THAT'S AMAZING! You got through the Emerald Forest all by yourself," Ruby cried happily.

"Well, not really, I think I just got lucky is all," Clark responded a little abashed.

"Luck or no luck, it is no small feat to complete the Beacon Initiation solo, there must be more to you than you let on," Blake said with a small smile.

"Well...I guess," Clark admit feeling his face burn even hotter.

"So...do you know who's team you'll be starting out with?" Ruby asked eagerly.

As if on queue both Ruby's and Clark's scrolls began to chime. In unison both retrieved their devices and saw they had received official messages from the Beacon administration. The attached message informed them of their dorm assignments as well as…

"Looks like your starting with us Smallville," Yang said cheekily as she read the message over her sister's shoulder "You gonna bunk with us too?" she finished sending Clark a small playful wink. If Clark had thought his face couldn't any redder he was sadly mistaken.

"I uhh …I uhh,ahem, I don't think so," he responded flustered as he looked back at his scroll as he heard Yang start to giggle. "I'm in dorm 3E," he told them.

"Aw, too bad we're dorm 3A, tough luck Rubes," Yang said elbowing her sister in the ribs lightly.

"Yang, stop it," Clark heard her mumble in a minute whimper as she raised her scroll to try and cover her now extremely red face.

"Hold on, do you have your own room?" Weiss said speaking for the first time since Ozpin had finished her voice laced irritation at the injustice.

"Uh, I guess?" Clark said a little unsure, it would certainly seem that way as he had no team of his own.

"That's hardly fair, why should some farmer get special treatment just because he got lucky," she whined.

"I'm sorry Miss Schnee."

"This is ridiculous, I need to speak with someone," she said and walked off in a huff.

"I don't think I'm going to like working with her," Blake deadpanned, the sound of Weiss' clicking heels got quieter and quieter as she pulled out her scroll.

"Well we better get used to it, we don't have much choice," Yang said in an unenthusiastic voice.

"Maybe we can trade her out for Clark," Blake suggested and a voice behind them chuckled.

"I'm afraid that's not how it works Miss Belladonna," Ozpin said through his light laughter. "In life we will inevitably be forced to work with people with whom we do not get along, it will be a useful life lesson. Besides I'm sure you'll grow to care for one another," he offered to which Blake just gave a skeptical look.

"Well I won't hold you up, I'm sure you all would like to get yourselves settled, but I would like to steal Mister Kent for a moment," he finished glancing at Clark.

"Of course professor, I'll see you guys later," Clark finished with a small wave as he followed Ozpin.

As they left his group of friends and excited the hall he turned to the Headmaster.

"So...what did you think of the little introduction I gave you in there?"

"I wish you hadn't made me sound so great, I'm really not…" Clark mumbled and Ozpin smiled kindly.

"I do apologize Mister Kent, I know you do not like all the attention but; and I'm sorry to put it so bluntly, you simply must get over this aversion to having eyes upon you. You are no longer living in hiding in the same sense you were, you are undoubtedly going to draw attention while you are here. Finishing the entrance exam by yourself and your combat abilities are far beyond that of even the best huntsman this world has seen. So I decided to set a precedent for your exceptional ability," he told him sternly but not unkindly.

"I know, I know, I'm just not used to it I suppose."

"I understand, and I do not expect you to change overnight, I simply wished to impress this upon you. You are bound to excel far beyond your classmates and you will undoubtedly garner a great deal of praise as well as animosity, it is the nature of such things."

To this Clark just nodded, he knew this, he knew all of this. This was always going to be the case and he was well aware of it when he decided to come here. He still felt terribly awkward whenever he was the center of attention.

"Looks like I'm going to have to get over some of hang ups," Clark chuckled nervously.

"Don't worry Mister Kent, things will become easier, I can assure you of that,"