No, nope, nada. Don't own RWBY. But have you heard of Oct. 17? RWBY Vol. 5 comes out~ for Roosterteeth members that don't have a membership fee. I believe it was on their website. Go check~

`…`…`…`…`…`…`…`…`…` Weiss – 6 and ½ , Whitley – 2 `…`…`…`…`…`…`…`…`…`

Weiss was scared, scratch that terrified. There had been popping late into the night and Klein had told her to stay in her room with Whitley. She could still hear yelling, and peeking out of the window showed a group of angry people dressed in black yelling at the boat. One had seen her earlier and thrown a strange object that had smashed orange against the window and she hadn't dared look out since. But the pounding of footsteps past her door and the yelling kept bringing to mind the attack on the car a few weeks prior.

Her Father had been angry when General Ironwood had talked to him, grabbing Winter so tightly Weiss had seen her wince. She had wanted to stay with the other man because he made her feel like Klein did but when she had started to cry, her Father had smacked her and told her to be quiet.

So, she had. She'd been silent as Winter was sent away when her Mother wouldn't answer her knocks, and even when Klein had told her she would be spending more time with her Father. Now, with the confusion and anger outside, she felt like her tears would never stop. She had thought this place was nice! Even with its strange people, she had enjoyed playing in the salty water where she could see colorful fish swim just out of reach. Her favorite part had been the friends she'd made. They were strange but still friendly and didn't treat her differently like the servant's children did. The girl had had weird cat ears and eyes like gold, while the boy had red and brown streaked hair and small nubs on his forehead.

"Why'z…" Whitley whined from his spot on the floor. He had been oddly quiet while they were in the room and his voice made the child jump back in fear. Weiss was unsure of what was wrong as her brother began to cry, but she knew she had to do something.

"It's okay, Whitley." She told him, sitting down on the floor and pulling her smaller brother into her arms like Winter would do. "A-are you hungry?" She asked softly, trying to brush his thin hair and feeling her hand stick to his sweaty skin. Whitley didn't respond, continuing to cry until the door swung open. Weiss felt her breath catch in fear, expecting the white attackers from before to be standing there, but instead, it was her Father dressed in his usual white suit.

"It is time for us to eat." He said, walking over to pull Whitley away from her. "Filthy. Clay!" Jacques snapped, making Weiss flinch at his tone while her brother buried his face into his suit. "Get my daughter into something presentable." He demanded when a man with bruises on his face appeared. The man nodded and quickly grabbed Weiss, squeezing her arm tightly when she tried to fuss and pull away from him.

"Bring her to the table when you're done." Jacques ordered, not sparing Weiss a glance as she tried to reach for him.

"Let go!" Weiss whined as she was dragged along, ignored for the most part as she tried to pull herself away from the bruised man. "Klein!" She cried, tears running down her face as she tried to find the one person who made her feel safe.

"Shut up, Schnee." Clay snapped, yanking her up by her arm to glare at her. "Disgusting." He spat as Weiss tried to relieve the strain on her arm.

"You will put her down now." A dark voice said, a click signaling the seriousness of the threat as the other man turned his head to look at the shorter man behind him holding a baton just above his hip. "That was not a request." Klein growled, his eyes a vivid red that made the man snarl at him. Klein felt a scary amount of satisfaction as he sent a wave of electricity into the man's kidney, forcing him to his knees.

"Bas-tard." Clay hissed through gritted teeth as his body clenched from the blast. His kidney was probably dead thanks to that and he had no Aura to help him as Klein smirked and raised the baton above his head.

"Close your eyes, Snowflake." Klein said in a soft tone, his red eyes never leaving the man's as Weiss whimpered and curled into a ball. Wasting no time, Klein slammed the weapon into the man's temple and dropped it. Scooping Weiss into his arms, he quickly made his way to his own small quarters, his arms stiff but holding the shaking girl close as he moved. "Cry, Snowflake, it's okay, you're safe now." He whispered as he slipped into his room, sitting down on his small bed and trying to sooth the barely breathing child.

Weiss let out a high pitched whine, and Klein caught a glimpse of her blown eyes before glyphs appeared around them. If it weren't for the fact Weiss was barely keeping herself from screaming, Klein would have been impressed with the various glyphs appearing and fizzling out around them. As it was, he was trying his best to draw her out of the attack without hurting either of them.

"Edelweiss, Edelweiss~ Every morning you greet me." Klein whispered, hoping the lullaby he had heard long ago for Winter would help. "Small and white, clean and bright, you look happy to meet me." He whispered the words, rocking back and forth with her as the soft words slipped off his tongue. Slowly, after repeating the song more than he thought he could, Weiss calmed and slumped against him. He relaxed after a bit, leaning back against the wall, and looking out the small window in his room at the shimmering water as the sky turned a blend of soft colors. "I see your favorite color." Klein said softly, smiling when Weiss turned to look at the window as well while her hands stayed wrapped in his vest.

"Win'er's too." Weiss said softly and Klein nodded before shifting to stand.

"Let's get a bath and something to eat, hm?" Klein asked, shifting the small six-year-old onto his hip and making his way to her room and the shower there. Normally, Weiss would demand to walk but Klein knew with the scare she had now faced, she would want to cling and he was relieved in a way.

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Jacques scowled as Klein opened the door for Weiss but didn't say anything as his daughter carefully took her seat on the left of him. She was clean; wearing one of her nicer pale blue dresses with her hair pulled back in a low braid so really he had nothing to complain about.

"You're late." He snapped, looking up at servant while Weiss bowed her head. "A Schnee can never be late. Remember that." He told her, turning away when the girl nodded. "Bring in our meal." He ordered and waited until the meal of sautéed fish and steamed vegetables were placed in front of him and a plate of mashed something was set in front of his son.

"Did you spend your day crying, Weiss?" He questioned, looking at his daughter as she poked at her portion before taking a small bite.

"No Father." She said, sapphire meeting sky blue for a moment before turning away. Jacques sighed under his breath before setting his fork and knife down.

"Weiss. Come here." He said in a neutral tone, noting how she immediately turned to look at the door before climbing down from her chair. "You are a Schnee." He told her as she slowly walked over to him. "Schnee's are powerful and fear nothing." He added, using one hand to pull his daughter into his lap and look at her.

"B-but, 'm scare-d." Weiss choked out, tears forming in her eyes as Jacques nodded and leaned back with her. He sent a glare at the two servants still in the room, sending them scurrying as he held his daughter for the first time since her birth. As much as he tried not to let it affect him, he knew his temper and his deals were changing him. His own anger at his wife and friend, leading him to think that Weiss wasn't his, but after having Klein test the girl, he had learned she was his.**

"I know." He whispered and looked over at his son playing in the orange mush with glee. His children did not deserve this. They did not deserve to be treated like monsters when the monsters themselves were on the shore. That's why he was doing this. To protect them and show them that Grimm were not the only vile creatures of Remnant.

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Weiss stood with her Father on the deck of their boat as the largest man she had ever seen walked up the plank. He reminded her of a mountain she had seen in a book, with his massive frame surrounded by a coat of deep purple that laid open to show his bare chest. His eyes, like gold, reminded her of the cold metal ring on her Father's hand as the man looked at her Father. No one spoke as a woman half his height circled out from behind him along with three others with red, black, and white uniforms.

"I thought we understood each other." The mountain spoke as Weiss looked down at his strange boots to see strange cat paws there. Was he like the girl with ears she met yesterday?

"I thought so too," Jacques said in a low tone before turning to Klein. "Take the children to their room." He ordered, and gently pushed Weiss towards the other man, pulling her attention away from the many traits her eyes were glued to. "I have a dead man and two injured because of you." Jacques snapped as soon as Klein was out of sight. "What do I tell their families?" He questioned, his eyes narrow as one hand traced the gun hidden in the waist of his slacks and pressed into his back.

"The truth. That tensions were high and a shot was fired." The woman at his side said, her tone sharp and to the point. "We're investigating-

"I'm sure you are." Jacques bit out acidly and felt satisfaction when one of the three lackeys growled. "Get off my ship. Before another shot is fired." This time the threat was clear and Ghira lifted his arm to stop one of the trio from stepping forward.

"I understand what has happened was not the fault of one but of many. Let us try to make peace." He said in a strained tone that told Jacques that he was on edge as well.

"No. Now take your filth and leave, Animals." He said and like a match to kerosene, the tension snapped. A woman with horns of a deer charged, yelling in a rage, at him. Jacques had just enough time to move away before he was speared but not enough time to avoid her kicking him in the ribs.

"Amethyst!" Someone yelled just as a net was thrown over the woman and she screamed at the electricity in it cut on. "Let her go!" Jacques heard someone yell as a crew member rushed to him and he dimly realized he was having trouble breathing.

"Get those things off the ship! Release the lines!" The captain roared as pain flared up from his side and he caught sight of blood.

"There's blood on your hands, Schnee! Rot in hell for what you've done!" Someone yelled as Jacques was moved below deck and the boat left the harbor.

At least now, his children would understand why the Faunus were to be held on a leash. He thought to himself as a doctor he didn't recognize got to work on his broken rib and pierced lung.

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Weiss was bored. After leaving the strange place, her Father had become like their Mother, staying in his room, and refusing to see anyone. Klein had told her he'd been hurt but Weiss wasn't sure how she felt about it.

"Weiss?" Klein called out, making the six and half year old look up from her math and to him. Klein smiled at the child, proud of her but wishing she wasn't pushed to be older already. A child needed a moment to just be a child, hence why he was there in the girl's small room. "Change into your swimsuit, I have a surprise for you." He told her and smiled wider at the confused look he received.

It took Weiss a few minutes, but she did come out of her room in a cute pink swimsuit. Klein smiled at the girl as he pulled Whitley away from the bowls of color in front of the white sheet he had hung up.

"What's that?" Weiss asked, pointing at the sheet as it moved in the gentle breeze. Klein didn't bother stopping his smile from getting bigger as he finally let Whitley go and the boy zeroed in on the red bowl.

"That is paint. Now, Little Snowflake, you may paint with your hands and have fun." Klein told her and Weiss looked at him with an excited smile. "Go on, before Whitley does it all." He joked and watched as the two began to paint.

Whitley very quickly covered himself in a mess of colors, letting out loud squeals of happiness as he made the mess. Klein could only laugh and take pictures of the boy as he tried to chew on his fingers and discovered the flavor of kid-friendly paint. The poor boy made sure to pout at Klein for his amusement before being drawn to a loud pink bowl of paint.

Weiss at first only dipped her fingers into the paint, trying to remain clean and neat before growing in confidence and stretching the paint to different parts of herself. Klein was sure she was more intent on painting herself as he took pictures of her yellow chest, green cheeks, red feet, and mix-matched hands. Both siblings stayed at the paint station for most of the day, Klein requesting their dinner be made of light sandwiches and brought to the deck. A few of the crew had come out over the course of the afternoon and smiled or complimented the work, getting a very happy but shy thank you in return from Weiss before she returned to her piece.

It was around sunset when Klein decided it was time for the duo to get a bath. After they had eaten dinner under the sunshine, Klein had gotten them to play in a small hose the deckhands were using to clean the paint. Both were tired and Klein was happy with the day, knowing both would sleep well and long after the day's activities.

"Can I have ice cream? And a movie. No, I want a story." Weiss said, walking beside Klein as he made his way to the small bathroom he had used a few days prior for the small girl. "Three stories." Weiss demanded with certainty while Klein hummed and shifted the dozing Whitley so he could open the door without releasing either child.

"We shall see, Snowflake." Klein told her, knowing she would barely be awake for one story, much less ice cream and three stories.

"Promise?" Weiss asked as she let go of Klein's hand to help start the bathwater. She was a big girl after all, and only babies let others make a bath. "Is Father okay?" She asked while Klein undressed Whitley.

"He is, but he is very tired right now." Klein said slowly, unsure of the man's true condition since he refused to come out of his rooms. It had been odd but not unusual when he decided to take his meals in his room. Klein had only begun to grow weary when he had requested the servant to read over a change in policies.

"He let me cry." Weiss told him, blue meeting surprised gold before Klein nodded. "He said he knew I was scared and gave me a hug like Mama does." She added and Klein felt something twist in his chest at the look on the girl's face.

"Things at times, will be strange or feel bad, but your Father loves you. Very, very much." Klein said, holding a bare Whitley as he bent down to look Weiss in the eyes. "You are one of his most blessed treasures." He added and Weiss nodded before turning the water off and pulling her paint covered swimsuit off.

"Does he love Winter and W'itley like me?" She asked as Klein added bubbles to the water and placed the boy in his arms into the water.

"He loves all of you, always believe that." Klein told her before helping her into the water too. He didn't know if Weiss would always believe his words, but he hoped she would. Jacques was a hard man, wanted the best for his progeny and Weiss was his, for all intents and purposes, and was loved as thus. After seeing a preview of him when he thought Weiss wasn't his, he prayed the man would never test her again for her parentage because he doubted he would be able to adjust the results like he had before.

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"I…still need a story." Weiss mumbled as Klein tucked her into the small soft bed and flicked on her night light. Whitley was almost asleep across the room, his small ocean eyes blinking slowly as he sucked on the edge of his blanket.

"Really?" Klein indulged, knowing the girl was trying her hardest to stay awake when she nodded and rubbed her eyes. "Should I tell you the story of Snow White?" Klein asked, smiling when Weiss gave him a sleepy but curious look. "Ah, long ago there was a girl with skin as white as snow…"

Klein had barely gotten into the story, forgoing the darker parts, when Weiss fell asleep. Smiling at the girl, he pulled the blankets more snuggly around her before kissing her temple and walking over to Whitley. Repeating the process, he looked at the two of them and smiled softly. He really did love his job when it came to these moments.

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Winter scowled at her scroll. Her Father had been clear when it came to what he was doing and she hated him for it. He had allowed her to return to school out of a desire to see her safe behind the walls of Atlas Academy. As if. He wanted her removed so he wouldn't have to deal with any more of her questions on why they were attacked.

"Hey," a gruff voice spoke, drawing her attention away from her scroll to look at the scruffy Huntsman standing in the doorway. He was strange, so dark compared to the pale people of Atlas with coal black hair like General Ironwood and bright red eyes that brought to the surface memories of those she had hurt. He was lanky, his frame like that of a scarecrow. Perhaps that had been the joke behind his name? "There's food downstairs. You're gonna need it if you want to last through training." He said, looking around the room with a disappointed look. "Is your room normally like this? Unpack before Tia motherhens you into it." Qrow said before walking out of the room.

Winter stayed by the window, looking out at the greenery there while her mind wandered back to her sister and brother. Where they okay? Weiss had been having nightmares before she left. Was Klein there? What about Whitley? He was innocent to all the mess they faced, would he be put under the shadow of their Father like she and Weiss had been?

Closing her eyes, Winter took a deep breath and stood up. Her body felt as if it were filled with weights and the pull of the small bed was strong, but what was stronger were the images of what she had done. It seemed as if every time she closed her eyes, they were there. She wanted so desperately to believe that Mr. Xiao Long was right and that the memories would settle but she couldn't bring herself too. Slipping out of the room, she padded down the stairs, pausing a few steps up as a girl her sister's age with long blond hair ran past with a corgi beside her.

"Yang go give this to Birdy and Rubes." Winter heard from the kitchen followed by a huff and loud stomps towards her.

"Hi Winner." Yang said as she walked past with a plate of soft food above her head, the dog barking a greeting to her as well. "Is supper time." She told the teen before going to the couch where a female with long wild black hair sat.

"Go ahead and take a seat in the living room. I've got the burgers almost done." Tai told her from where he stood at the stove and Winter nodded, her fingers brushing over the cold plastic of her scroll.

"Well don't you look happy." The woman on the couch grouched as Winter sat down in the chair beside the window.

"My apologies." Winter said coldly before looking out the window, ignoring the eye roll from the woman and glare from the six year old.

"You're mean." Yang declared, putting her small burger down to stomp over to the teen and glare at her. Though Winter didn't think it was very effective since the blonde's bottom lip was jutted out. "Birdy won't twain you if you not happy." The six and half year old said with a lisp; her front teeth missing.

"I didn't come for her to train me." Winter told the girl, looking up at the woman and taking in the sweat on her brow, her pale skin, and the fever in her eyes. "I doubt she can do much in her condition." She added without thinking and felt her stomach drop when the woman's eyes sharpened and pinned her in place.

"You're not wrong. But you're not right either." Raven said in a low tone as she put her plate down and stood up with a toddler that looked like her. "I want you to think. When you fought those Faunus and humans. Why were you fighting?" Raven asked, standing above the girl while Yang ran off.

"They attacked us. I only defen-" Winter started only to choke on her words when she remembered the look in the first victim's eyes. It had been a woman she had stabbed; her eyes a wide hazel filled with confusion and fear when they met hers.

"No. Why did you attack them back. What made you grab that rapier you have and move?" Raven interrupted and pushed Ruby into the girl's arms. "Everyone has a reason. Most of them involving something small and innocent." Raven told her, watching as the panic ebbed away and she shifted her hands to hold Ruby more securely.

"We fight, not to protect ourselves, but to protect the ones behind us." Raven told Winter, watching as her daughter laughed at the stunned look on the teen's face. "We fight to see those we love smile and to know they're safe. What you did was exactly what every Hunter does. So, don't think for a second what you did was wrong." Raven said as Winter hesitantly nodded, bowing her head to hide the tears Raven knew were there.

Weiss is still James' daughter! Klein messed with the DNA results so they would show Jacques as the father because he feared what the man would do if he learned Weiss really wasn't his. Sorry for any confusion!