Author's Note: Here we go, next chapter. Honestly, I just realized, we should start a little mini-game called "Spot the references." No? Okay, fine, no review responses, this time, can't think of anything to really comment on, so instead I am just going to say, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Beta-read by Karaya 2

Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY.

You Have No Idea

It has been a little time since Jaune had started his year at Beacon, and in that time so much has changed for him. As he struggles to keep up with his classmates, he starts to realize just how far out of his league he really is and even starts to contemplate giving up.

"Yes! Yes, prior to the Faunus Rights Revolution-more popularly known as the Faunus War-" the professor vomits out as he zooms up to the front of the class, presenting the map covered in papers behind his desk. "-humankind was quite, quite adamant, about centralizing the Faunus population in Menagerie." He stops and points at the map of said-area with his pointer-stick, then zooms off to the side for a sip of his coffee before appearing in front of his desk before continuing, "Now! While this must feel like ancient history to many of you, it is imperative to remember that these are relatively recent events! Why, the repercussions of the uprising can still be seen to this day!" He zooms back around the classroom once more, stopping to sip his coffee again before continuing to zoom and talk.

Ah yes, Professor, or Dr. Oobleck as he would say, Beacon's history professor, famed for his incredibly fast paced past lectures, of which Jaune was current;ly struggling to keep up with.

Oobleck finally comes to a stop before asking the class "Now! Have any among you been subjugated or discriminated against because of your Faunus heritage?"

Several students raise their hands including Adam, Maxim, and Robert. Velvet glances over at the reptilian to which he notices and simply nods before she raises her hand as well.

Oobleck bows his head and shamefully says "Dreadful, simply dreadful! Remember, students, it is precisely this kind of ignorance that breeds violence!" He takes another sip of his coffee. "I mean, I mean, I mean just look at what happened to White Fang! Now, which one of you young scholars can tell me what many theorize to be the turning point in the third year of the War?" Weiss raises her hand, "Yes?"

"The battle at Fort Castle!" she answers.

"Precisely!" he exclaims "And, who can tell me the advantage the Faunus had over General Lagune's forces?" he asks as he searches the class for a volunteer.

Unseen by the professor, and by Jaune, Cardin flicks paper football into the back of Jaune's head.

"Hey!" Jaune hisses and raises his hand to the spot where it hit.

Oobleck zooms over at his desk, making him jump a little.

"Mr. Arc! Finally, contributing to class! This is excellent! Excellent! What is the answer?"

"Uhhhh... The answer... The advantage... that the Faunus..." he stutters as he looks behind Oobleck's focused face at Pyrrha, who coughs and motions to her lips as she gives him the answer "...had over that guy's stuff…" he squints as Pyrrha motions with her hands as if she were pulling a pair of goggles over her eyes.

Jaune racked his brain for what that looked like.

'Binoculars?' He thought to himself, 'No, that can be it.'

"Mr. Arc," Oobleck calls out, "Do you have an answer?"

Jaune then remembers what that motion was from and answers, "Night vision?"

Oobleck's eyebrows quirk upward in surprise.

"Can you elaborate please?" he asks.

"Y-yeah," he blinks, "Um….the Faunus army ha-could see in the dark while the other army couldn't."

"Hm," Oobleck nods in satisfaction, "I will require a more well-thought-out answer on a test but….yes, that is correct Mr. Arc."

Jaune lets out a sigh of relief as the professor sped away. He glances over at Pyrrha who shoots him a thumbs up to which he lets out a soft laugh. Jaune wished that was the only highlight of that day, only for Cardin to once again prove to the class why he is an asshole. The bright side is that it didn't last that long as the class bell rang shortly after, thus allowing everyone to leave. As he was walking out the door, he was immediately stopped by his partner.

"Hey, Jaune, can we talk?" she asks. "Privately?" she adds.

"Yeah," he blinks in surprise.

As they walked, Pyrrha seemed….off for some reason, it was like something was bothering her. He didn't have time to delve deeper into his thoughts as Pyrrha quickly pulled him into a room and stopped. Jaune looked around and saw a piano among a few other pieces of equipment.

"So," he whistles awkwardly, "A music room?"

"We wanted a place where we couldn't be interrupted," she murmurs as she bows her head.

"We?"

The door swings shut and a light flicks on. Jaune sees Robert standing by the door and casually sitting on the stage was Maxim, and to the right of him with an open laptop, sat Nathaniel who didn't bother acknowledging him.

"W-what is…." Jaune looks back to Pyrrha, who shuffles nervously where she stood. "What's going on?"

"We have a few questions pertaining to how you got into Beacon," Robert stated, deciding it would be best to be straight forward rather than beat around the bush.

Jaune stiffens and says defensively "I-I don't know what you're talking about."

"Jaune," it was Pyrrha who spoke this time. "How did you get into Beacon?" she asks.

As if on command, he replies "I submitted my transcripts on the application date."

"And that is where we found the discrepancies," Nathaniel spoke up, "All your transcripts say is that you were trained in the remote village where you grew up, details are rather vague." He narrows his eyes as he reads off of the screen, "I ran your name through some records and I managed to find your parents who….are both incredibly skilled huntsmen in their own right," he turns to face Jaune, "And yet, you come here barely able to use your sword, as well is a complete lack of respect for it, little to no personal discipline, and you didn't have your aura unlocked, can you please explain that?"

"My parents were always working just, and I was always the one to take care of my siblings, so we just never got around to unlocking it for me," he lies, well, it was partially true.

"So who trained you then?" Robert asks with his arms crossed.

None of them bought what Jaune was saying, and he knew it.

"I learned bits from people around my village, they taught me a few things," he answers.

Robert shoots a glance at Maxim and turns away.

"So," Maxim finally spoke, spooking Jaune. "Now that we know what it looks like when you are lying," he adjusts his seat, "How does it look when you tell the truth?"

Jaune's eyes widen as he nervously looks around the group.

"Tell them Jaune," Pyrrha pleads, "Please."

He bows his head shamefully and confesses "I did it."

Everyone remained silent.

"I was never actually accepted into Beacon and I never passed any test," he continues. "I didn't earn my way in."

He finally lifts his head and glares at Pyrrha with tears breaching the corner of his eyes.

"Is that why you brought me here?" he asks her, "To humiliate me in front of everyone?"

"Jaune," she whispers, reaching out for him.

"I did it!" he finally snaps, "I lied! I got my hands on some fake transcripts and I snuck my way in!"

As he announced this to the room, the dam finally broke and his tears started to fall. As he quietly sniffled, the entire room remained silent. Nathaniel turns away while Pyrrha stares at him with a little betrayal showing in her eyes. Maxim sat there, silently judging him with his passive face and Robert, he was the one that scared him the most. Deep in his eyes, sat a coiled rattlesnake that wanted nothing more than to strike him down, but yet it waited.

"We're not going to turn you in Jaune," Maxim finally says.

Jaune stared in shock.

"If we really wanted you gone, we wouldn't have dragged you aside to talk to you," he adds. "Right now, everyone that officially knows your secret is in this very room."

"So what do you want then?" he croaks.

"We're here to give you what you need," Maxim explains, "You need guidance, training, and discipline among many other things. Things that the students at this academy have spent years honing in," he shrugs "And yet traits that many of them still lack, so it could possibly put you ahead in some ways."

"You think I need help?" he asks.

"We know you need help," Nathaniel states.

Before Jaune could protest, it was Pyrrha who stepped forward.

"Jaune, everyone needs a push at some point in their life," she grabs his arm and continues "Do you think I got to where I am today on my own?" She motions to everyone, "Do you think any of us got to where we are without help of any kind along the way?"

Jaune turns away and says, "My father, my grandfather, and his father before him were all warriors! They were all heroes! I wanted to be one, too. I was just never good enough."

"Then let us help you," Pyrrha says.

"But I don't want your help!" he suddenly snaps, shocking her, she was taken aback by this outburst, but she remained silent as Jaune began his rant. He looks around the room, "From any of you!"

"I'm tired of being the lovable idiot, stuck in the tree while his friends fight for their lives! Don't you understand? If I can't do this on my own... then what good am I?" he then bows his head.

Pyrrha remains silent as she processed his words, Nathaniel rolled his eyes in frustration upon hearing, and Maxim's eyes widened ever so slightly before narrowing them. Robert, on the other hand, who was normally calm, collected, and calculating, finally lost his patience and was vehemently filled with rage. He walks up and immediately grabs Jaune by his shirt and lifts him into the air, which quite frankly both terrified and surprised him as Robet was actually a few inches shorter than him. He gaped as he stared directly into Robert's eyes which, as always, bore the brunt of his emotions.

"You are a fucking idiot," he snarls before dropping him. "You think this is a game Arc? You are no different from the replacements I've had to deal with. Back in the Expeditionary Force, no one would have remembered your name, you wanna know why? It's because no one wants to remember your name!"

Robert raises his hand and starts counting his fingers as he listed off "There's too many Arcs, Smiths, and Blacks, and O'Briens that show up replacing guys who've actually had experience and knowledge only combat could give, guys that you dumb replacements got killed to begin with," he points accusingly at him.

"And they're all like you, they're all piss and vinegar," he hisses, "Hey, I don't need help! I'm a big boy, I can fight that army by myself! Where they at?"

Jaune's gaze lowers as Robert drills into him, "Two days later, there they are, with their blood and guts hanging out, and they are screaming for a medic, begging for their goddamn mother. Those dumb fucks don't even know they're dead yet."

Robert then notices Jaune is no longer looking and slaps him on the shoulder.

"Hey, you listening to me?" he growls, "You don't know jack about what being in combat is like. I have been in the EF for three years, and half of that time was spent being deployed! When I first got to Beacon, you wanna know what I noticed immediately?" he asks rhetorically, he again brings his fingers out to count off "I got a hot chow, warm bed, showers, I even get to wipe my ass with real toilet paper, Beacon is almost as good as being home."

He pauses for a breath.

"For once, I didn't have to wake up in the morning, wondering if my outpost was going to get shelled today, or how every time I stepped outside of the wire, I would wonder who would I lose today, or whether or not that piece of garbage on the road was a road-side bomb or not! Is that what being a hero sounds like to you?" Jaune winces at the question, "Then there's the other half of my service…."

He pulls up his blouse and shows him his sewn-on DS insignia.

"Which I spent as a Drill Sergeant, and let me tell you, I had one hell of a job!" he cried, "For a full year, they would send me 60-80 buckets of civilian shit and expect me to train them to be goodman combat ready troopers. Many of them are kids that are your age and younger, so baby-faced I swear half of them have never shaved. I gotta send these people into combat, I was the one who had to send them!"

Robert pauses for a moment as he starts to calm down before sternly saying "They're gonna come back in bags, they're gonna come back in wheelchairs, they're going to be maimed, they're going to be fucked up people when they come back. It was up to me how they came back, and it would have been a lot easier if I had just one thing. You know what your problem is Arc?" he asks.

"You got no motivation, you got no motivation to keep going nor the humility to accept that you can't do everything on your own. No, instead you have your head shoved so far up your ass, that lump in your throat…." he knife-hands at his neck, "Is your god-damn NOSE!"

The room was quiet, quiet eough that you could here the creaking of the piano as the room settled. Jaune's gaze lowered to the ground and though his face was hidden, Pyrrha could see drops of tears hitting the ground beneath him. This outburst came as asurprise to her, ever since he met Robert, he had always been calm, collected, and reserved whenever he fought, he had this focused and undetered look. Sure, he has had his moments, such as the Cardin incident, but even then, Robert still managed to maintain his cold-blooded persona, but not this time. This time, Pyrrha could literally feel the raw emotion emenating off of him, this was personal.

As Robert's breathing slowed and he slowly regained his composure, Jaune slowly lifted his head up to meet his gaze once more.

"What do you want from me?" Jaune finally asks.

"We need you to be better," he says simply, "And that means getting the training you need because right now in your state, you are a liability."

Robert finally leans away from him and his gaze softens.

"It's not about just you anymore Arc, it's about her," Robert points to Pyrrha behind him, "It's about Ren, and it's about Nora. They are your team, which means they are your responsibility, which means every decision made, every plan chosen, every foot stepped, it all comes back and reflects on you as their leader."

"Jaune, almost everyone here at Beacon has been working their lives to get here, we don't need you to be the best, we just need you to be able to stand on your own," Pyrrha pleads.

"What if…." he glances around the room, "What if I want to cut it off right now and go home?"

Everyone remains silent and Pyrrha swallows a lump in her throat and says, "If that is your choice, we will respect it."

"You must know Jaune," Maxim adds, "That every choice you make has a consequence, should you leave, you will not only relieve your team of their full fighting capacity, but of their leader as well." He finishes with "We will give you some time to think about it, but we won't wait for long, the choice is yours."

He turns to Pyrrha who asks "Give me a moment with him please?"

Maxim nods and he motions for everyone to leave. When they are finally alone, Pyrrha walks up to Jaune, places her thumb under his chin, and lifts it up to her eye level.

"Jaune," she says softly.

"Pyrrha, I don't know if…. I mean…." he stutters.

"I don't want another leader, Jaune," she states, "I want you."

"Why?" he croaks.

"On top of the fact that despite your short-comings, you have some real potential," she smiles and continues "And you're one of the few people to treat me like a person in a long time. Like I said, all you need is a push in the right direction."

"You really think I can do this?" he asks.

Pyrrha pauses for a minute before locking eyes with the blond.

"I'm not going to lie to you, this isn't going to be easy, and we have only a little over two months before the Vytal Festival arrives," she sighs, "He is going to push you, push you harder than anything else before."

She raises her hand and comfortingly cups Jaune's left cheek.

"It's going to be tough, but every step you take," she says softly, "I'll be right by your side, and when you fall, I'll be there to help pick you back up."

After several seconds of silence, Jaune whispers "Okay."

"Now, do you want my help?" she asks.

"Yes," he answers.

"Say the words please."

"I want your help."

With that, Pyrrha smiles and lets off Jaune's cheek.

Authors Note: There we go, some nice set up for the next chapter or so. Either that or I dig into whatever military news I feel I have neglected to cover, I am still trying to decide. Oh, on a final note, for any of those curious about the Atlas military personnel wandering around Beacon, so I made this little codex entry for them, this is going to be relevant for the next few chapters so I am telling you now so I don;t waste time explaining it later.

Codex: Camp Currahee

Founded in an attempt to increase cooperation between Vale and Atlas, Camp Currahee serves as a joint training center and outpost for both the Atlas Expeditionary Force personnel and Beacon students and huntsmen. Camp Currahee itself only makes up about six acres, but the overall training area covers much further and, once combined with Beacon, makes up a generous 64,000 acres, or 100 square miles. Camp Currahee also covers both the helicopter, port, and air strip, and will often be seen running training ops down one of the many roads into the area. Though it may be a recent addition, Beacon has, for the most part, adapted well to the addition and is a common occurrence for the two to train and work together.

So far, the trooper population sits at roughly battalion strength, barely breaking over 850 personnel. Should this experiment be a success, more troops will be stationed at Camp Currahee in the future.

A few notable units garrisoned here there the moment:

1st Armored Division

3rd Infantry Division

7th Cavalry Regiment

101st Air Assault Division

Anyway, that's all, I hope you enjoy this chapter. Please leave your criticisms and comments in a review, they really do help, if you have any questions, please let me know, and I hope to see you guys again. As always. Remember…. Big Brother is watching.