Okay, so here is chapter 2 since I was just so excited to publish it, I didn't want to wait till tomorrow. So here we go. Anyways, as you can tell Blaze N Fiero is blaisingfire, he gets his own cameo.

Anyways, so when we last left our heroes, Jeremiah was about to fight a bear, will he make it out of it alive? Or will he become a steaming pile of bear shit? Lets find out!

Also blaisingfire did help with one part of this chapter, lets see if you can guess which one?


"Miss Schnee, General Ironwood wants you on deck." A soldier said as Winter turned around.

"I'm on my way." She said as she began the walk down the hall.

Had it already been three months? Yes it had, Winter had been back home for three months. And while it was good to get back to work, she also had a new task, trying to get Ironwood to convince the council to let her go back for visits to Planet Earth. They refused every time, as they saw the planet as a barbaric civilization, hardly fitting for the residents of Remnant.

Everytime she made a request, she was shot down almost immediately. Ironwood tried to help her, but there was only so much he could do. She let out a sigh as she thought about it, she couldn't help it, every once in awhile, she would think about the times she spent on earth with Jeremiah. She wasn't like one of those women who obsess over someone night and day, Winter completed her duties to the best of her abilities, and she would never let her feelings get in the way of her day to day work life, but she did miss him. Especially when they would just cuddle together after a long day, and watch movies, it was nice and relaxing.

She fingered the St. Michael's Pendant around her neck. People had asked her about it before, she told them it was a gift from someone special. After all, you can't go around telling people you travelled to another world, fell in love with a man from said world, and then he gave you a pendant symbolizing his faith, people would think you're nuts.

"I wonder how he's doing?" She said as she looked at the symbol of St. Michael defeating Satan.

"Well, whatever he's doing, I hope he's doing a good job." She said as she continued her walk.

She knew of his plans after he finished school, so she figured he must be doing something like that. Who knows? Maybe he was in the army like her? Or maybe another branch, she didn't know. It was fun to imagine what he was doing.

Well, most of the time, she also found herself worrying for him. For one reason and one reason only.

Tigerstripe Fangbite, she had left him there all alone with that psycho. A psycho that his parents suspected had something to do with him getting stabbed.

Winter didn't want to think that anyone would be that deranged, but at the same time, she couldn't deny how awfully convenient it was that a man tried to stab her only hours after they ran into his ex at the restaurant, so maybe she did have something to do with it?

Winter couldn't believe that someone could be THAT deranged. Hopefully Jeremiah would never have to deal with her again. Hopefully, but at the same time she found herself worried for his safety.

She believed that Momma referred to Tigerstripe as a 'Yandere' she had no idea what that was, but it didn't sound good. And apparently had something to do with having an obsession with a man. She shook her head, it was best not to dwell on things like that.

Every time she thought of that girl digging her nasty claws into HER man, she got pissed. Couldn't that woman just leave him alone? For Oum's sake, who couldn't just move on and get on with their life when it was clear that the man you supposedly 'Cared' about did not want to become a furry?

"Are you okay Schnee?" Ironwood said as he noticed that Winter had been clenching her fists on the way here.

"I'm fine, just thinking about something." She said as he just went along with it.

He learned a long time ago that if a woman was pissed because she was thinking about something, then it was a good idea not to ask, because it would lead to nothing but a long conversation that would leave her even more pissed off.

"Do you know why I called you here?" He asked as she shook her head.

"Recent shipments of dust have been being hijacked, we rendezvous at a facility to pick up the dust, and then we make the trip to your home to pick up the paperwork from your father, and then finally off to Beacon in order to deliver the shipment ourselves." Wait, Winter remembered this.

She saw Vol. 3 herself, and this was the point around the Vytal tournament in which she came to visit Weiss, and of course slapped her for going over her scores and not over her personal life. Either way, she knew was was going to happen next.

"So we're needed for extra security?" She asked as she knew Ironwood knew the details.

Granted, he was a little shocked to hear about her adventure when she came back from Earth. And Ozpin had been thorough in his explanation when it came to his machines. Unfortunately at this point in time, he could not send all of his machines back to Atlas, that would cause suspicion. What he was able to do was move some divisions back to Atlas, while bringing in more human troops.

At the same time, he took protocol to install high end software in the knights they did have in order to prevent possible hackings. But the technology was still not perfected, so it was unknown how many would fail and how many would work.

In other words, they better hope that things go better than they expected.

"Sir, about the festival…what are we going to do about Cinder?" She asked as they now knew who the culprit was.

"Unfortunately we can't just swoop in and arrest her under suspicion of espionage and terrorism, we have no proof, we need physical evidence, I may be in charge of protecting the people, but I am still bound by law." He said as that was something they couldn't work around.

"How are we going to catch her in the act if we know her plans?" Winter asked because as soon as they sensed that things were not going the way they planned, then they would work on another.

"Like I said, as of now, they don't know how many units we sent back, as far as they know, they were sent back to Atlas listed as defective in need of repair, any information she does get would be useless, she can't use defective robots, and she can't stop those transport ships by herself." He said as he looked away.

"Out of curiosity, how much of a chance do you think we have of getting away without someone getting hurt?" She asked as even with their advanced knowledge, their plan of retaliation was still a wee bit shaky.

"I would say a solid 51/49 percent." He said as Winter looked a bit worried.

"So pretty much half." She said as she looked at him.

"What about the maiden?" She asked as Ironwood breathed a sigh of relief.

"That was the one thing we were able to hide, she didn't know where she was in the first place, so there is no way she could have known she was being moved, that's the one Trump card we do have in our favor." Winter breathed out a sigh of relief as well.

Good to see that they had one good thing going for them.

"Now all that's left is to maintain our position." He said as he turned to the window.

"Is that all Sir?" She asked as he nodded.

"That will be all Schnee, get to your transport, we don't want your father to complain why his daughter wasn't there to receive the shipment herself." James rolled his eyes.

Jacques Schnee may have been an important contributor to the Atlesian Army, but the man was an ass. Oum knows how his family put up with him for so long.

"Oh joy." She said to herself as she walked out of the room.

"And what of Torchwick and his associate?" She asked as she hadn't heard from them.

"Locked up, I don't know how you managed to get them to turn themselves in, but it sure played in our favor." He said as he couldn't believe it when Glynda came back with the two.

Currently they were being held in separate cells, the weird thing was that when they came back through, the smaller one had a bag of cookies with her.

He shivered at that memory, a soldier tried to take the cookies away, he was in the infirmary for a month. After that, they just let her have them, and she went to her cell with no problem.

Well, that was one less thing to worry about. Her thoughts went to Jeremiah again. He had a funny way of showing up in her mind, almost like a tumor, but less annoying and dangerous. Either way, she still wondered what he was up to.

She was certain that Jeremiah was doing one of two things.

Either drinking and having fun.

Or got himself mixed up in something crazy.

Or possibly a bit of both?

And knowing him, it was the probably the third option. But eh, maybe it wasn't so bad.

After all…

What kind of trouble could he be in?

Meanwhile in Alaska

"FUCK TITTY ASS SHIT!" Jeremiah was holding a bleeding side.

He tried to get the bear to step off of his gun so he could grab it and hopefully put an end to this. But nothing was working, so far he had to deal with the fact that bears were much faster than you would think. He already knew the 'Don't run away from a bear, you'll die tired.' But this was just insane, that bear moved faster than some of the fighters he had seen on TV. He was like the GSP of Grizzlys. And it was driving him nuts.

"Oh, I'm pissed…" He said as he was looking at the bear.

"Okay, what to do when you see a bear?" For some reason his thoughts went back to Game of thrones.

"Well, she was no ordinary lady, she was-" Okay, nevermind, he knew what Tormund did to that bear, and there was no fucking way that was going to happen.

"Geez, why the hell did I set the traps on a high point?" He asked himself as he looked over the area.

On one side was a giant steep hill that he would be trying not to fall down on, and the other side was a thirty foot drop, which one again, would not be in his best interest, so either way he was hosed.

"Okay, hang on." The bear was being steady and looking at him while growling and baring its teeth.

He picked up his phone and dialed a number.

AT A NIGHT CLUB

"WOOOOO! I LOVE THIS PLACE!" Blaze said as he was currently getting lap dances.

The lucky shit had strolled into the local strip club, and by luck of the draw, he was their thousandth customer, so now he was being treated to free drinks, free lap dances, and free food. So needless to say he was having a good time.

He didn't even notice the phone that was ringing with Jeremiah's name being shown as the caller ID.

"THIS IS THE GREATEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE!" He said as he was just as happy as a clam.

BACK WITH JEREMIAH

"Blaze! You fucking asshole! Answer the phone! I'm about to be mauled by a bear, and you're sitting around probably sticking your cock in some lady you met that night! Come on man! Need your help here!" He said as he was hoping Blaze would bring some help.

He tried to call the police or local fish and game wardens, but all he could get was Blaze's number. In other words, he was screwed.

"Worst night of my life…" He said as the bear charged forward.

"AH!" He rolled out of the way of its charge.

"I got it!" He said as he ran towards Red Dawn.

"Going to get it! Going to get it!" He said as he grabbed it.

"GOT IT!" He said but then he made a mistake.

He pressed the button that changed it into its knife and tomahawk form. Just as the bear came from behind and grabbed him by the belt.

"OOOHHHH NOOOOOO!" He yelled as he was being dragged back. All he managed to get was the bowie knife, well at least it was better than the tiny survival knife he had.

He was flipped over by the bear as it went to bite into his neck.

"SHIT!" He yelled as he knew what he had to do…and it was gonna suck.

He moved his body so that the bear would bite down on his shoulder.

"AAAAHHHHHHH!" He screamed out in pain as this was probably the most painful thing he had ever endured. Especially with the bear constantly moving around and digging its teeth even deeper into him.

"GET OFF OF ME!" He yelled as he jabbed the bowie knife into the Bear's throat.

"GGGGGGGGGRRRRRR." The bear growled in pain as blood poured out of the wound.

The blood splashed all over Jeremiah's face, chest, arms, and in his mouth. He could taste the iron in the blood. And it drove him wild. Knowing that he had managed to wound this giant beast, and the fact that he was still alive filled him with adrenaline.

"Agh!" The sudden force snapped some of the teeth off in Jeremiah's arm.

Which was actually a good thing, anyone who has ever been stabbed with anything knows that you shouldn't remove the object penetrating you until you could find help, granted with teeth, there was a chance those could become infected quickly if he didn't do something.

Jeremiah stood up, his left arm in pain and bleeding due to being bit, his side wound had already managed to coagulate, so he wasn't in danger of bleeding from there, but one thing was for sure, he was going to have one hell of a story to tell when he got out of here.

"Okay you bastard." Jeremiah said as he ran back over to his weapon as he shifted it back into its rifle form.

He reached into his survival bag, luckily he had a bandage he could press on the shoulder wound until he could get it looked at. Honestly the only thing he was worried about now was getting out alive.

He pointed his rifle at the bear, because it was getting ready to charge again.

"Say goodnight Smokey." He said as he put his finger on the trigger.

Now, Jeremiah had not fired this weapon once since he got it from Ruby, mostly because he didn't know how destructive dust bullets could be, but considering he was in a life or death situation, it was obvious he needed to use it now.

He saw a quick rustling in the bushes that distracted him as he pulled the trigger.

"What the-" Suddenly there was a large explosion as he was blown back.

"SHIT!" Was the last thing they heard him say.

The smoke cleared, the bear was dead, but something else was wrong.

Jeremiah was missing, and nowhere to be found.

IN REMNANT

Jacques Schnee was a man who was called by many names. Genius, Innovator, Slave laborer, Faunus hater, Philanthropist, any name under the sun, both good and bad, he had been called various things from opponents and friends alike.

He was a man who prided himself on his wit and business demeanor. A man who turned a company that was struggling around, and made it into a multil billion lien corporation. A man who had earned the respect of governments all over the world.

A man who had a plan for every single possible event that could go wrong.

Nothing could stump him, and nothing could surprise him.

He was just that good.

It pissed his opponents off because they couldn't find a way to get the drop on him. Many of his competitors tried and they failed to, but they just couldn't match him.

They even tried to invest in smaller dust stores in order to try and get them to grow and become a thorn in his side, but those plans failed like the rest. No one could compete with the Schnee Corporation.

Jacques was a man who was prepared for anything.

But what he WASN'T prepared for was when just as he as about to turn the shower on. A shirtless bearded man covered in blood and wounds with a bag slinged over his shoulder and a rifle in his hands appeared in front of him, it was safe to say he was caught off guard.

"AH WHAT THE SHIT! WHERE AM-" He was cut off as he looked right in front of him.

"Woah….sorry about your dick bro." He had never seen something so small.

"GUARDS!" Jacques yelled as the bearded man realized where he was.

"SHIT!" He yelled as he punched the man in the dick and ran out the door.

He was in trouble!