A/N: ATTENTION! People, we got a problem. I've already answered some of the questions you guys are asking in reviews in the chapters. This is partially my fault: I will copy the questions here and then answer them, so please read the reviews before you ask a question.
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TheFishKing: Ok ya Griff and Simmons definitely have to do that and York should be really mad at himself for not thinking about it. Also what are you going to do about Carolina? Well, as previously stated in the last chapter, I don't know if I'll save Yorkalina or keep Winter and York together.
MASTERBAStard: Are you planning to get the reds and blues involved in the story and when? As this was also previously stated (Not really mad just pointing it out), We are currently in Season 1 In RWBY and Season 10-11 in RVB, and I plan on bringing the Reds and Blues in after the Chorus Trilogy.
Disclaimer: I don't own these shows.
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Precinct 1, Vale
York
"Why on Remnant didn't you tell me?" Winter demanded as York sat in the interrogation room, alone and cuffed to the table.
"You're trying to tell me you wouldn't have followed your orders?" He questioned. "That you wouldn't have felt betrayed as you do now and gone immediately to arrest me, come on, Winter, You hardly knew me by then. I was trying not to get caught until I was a Hunter, and then tell you immediately after."
"Why didn't you tell me on our date?" She asked.
York laughed. "You would've thought I was crazy! I didn't have any proof, and it was so far-fetched that I knew I wouldn't be able to convince you unless you saw me, confirmed I was Blaze, and then unmasked myself."
Winter didn't speak, instead fuming until York raised his hands, pointing to the handcuffs. "And are these really necessary? I thought I was taken down for the fee, so I should be discussing this with you outside of the Precinct, and out of handcuffs."
She stepped towards him, taking the key from her pocket, and undid the handcuffs. Immediately, York shot to his feet and captured her lips with his, thankful he'd taken off the helmet. He broke off a few seconds later.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but know I'm not lying and I won't feel guilty." He said softly as she recovered, her face red either from anger or blushing. "Now, if you want, I'll leave you alone. I understand if you hate me, and-"
"Shut up and kiss me, you idiot." She interrupted, gripping the back of his head and pulling him down to press her lips against his, kissing him until each had to pull away, gasping for air.
York noticed that Winter was slightly shorter than him. That fact alone made him chuckle.
"What is it?" Winter asked.
"Nothing, just noticed how tall you are."
Winter scoffed. "I'm very tall for my age, thank you. I'm 6'1''!" She protested.
"I never said you were short." York laughed. "I'm 6'9'', that's a bit taller than you."
"Is that a bad thing?"
York shook his head. "No. Actually, it makes it a lot easier to do this." He kissed her again, savoring each moment.
Echo burst into the door and he saw them leapt apart, both a bit red. "Winter, there's a… What the heck just happened?"
Winter looked to York, then answered. "Nothing, Echo, I was just raging at York here."
"Sup?" York waved.
Echo rolled his eyes, then exited, and York was immediately tackled to the wall and they were at it again.
Delta?
Yes, Agent York?
Text Maine to go to one of the safe houses tonight.
York ran his hand down Winter's back, then she pulled away with a gasp of air. "Holy Oum, so this is what I've been missing out."
"You're surprisingly well, considering this is the first night you've ever kissed someone." York told her, and she blushed.
She kissed him again. "Let's get out of here."
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Winter
The night passed with York and I Enjoying the other's presence, and kisses, until we passed out on his bed, fully clothed, mind you! Nothing like that happened that night. The next morning, I was amazed at how relaxing it felt to not wake up in a bed alone. York's arm was wrapped around me protectively, as well as pulling my body against his. The sun was shining through a window onto the floor below, and I let out a deep breath.
York was my strange case. Around him, I laughed, I cried, seemed to be anything else but how the rest of my life had been. And it was fun, too. I placed my hand over York's, and his grip tightened slightly.
Of course, thewhole scene of me finding out Blaze's true identity didn't go smoothly, although I wasn't mad about him being Blaze, just a bit miffed he hadn't told me.
Down below, the door to the warehouse popped open with a screech, and my head shot up to look down to see a giant man duck underneath the doorway.
"York?" He seemed to growl. I recognized it, too. This was Eagle.
The gold Freelancer sat up next to me. "Maine?"
I tried to recall all I heard of Maine. "I thought Maine was mute?" I questioned.
York sighed. "He is, it's a long story, which I will tell you as soon as I've had breakfast."
My stomach rumbled at the thought of breakfast, then York stood, luckily wearing a pair of jeans. "Maine, good morning. What's up?"
"Bringing RWBY here, checking if you're decent." The brute told him.
York's eyes widened. "Aw, hell."
"What? Why is RWBY here?" I asked.
"And that means Weiss is here, which means I'm about to die." York groaned, then pulled on a red shirt, and a white dress shirt over that, then slipped on a black vest with silver buttons, and then a black trench coat with silver trim, attaching his sword to his waist. "I'm doomed. Let them in, Maine."
"You went flipping legal without telling us!" Ruby shot into the warehouse as York stepped down from the Loft as I pulled on my own dress shirt over my undershirt, then my own white trench coat on top. I made sure my hair was in order as York spoke.
"Sorry, I didn't have a chance." York told her as the other members of RWBY filed in. I stood, drawing my sister's eye.
"Winter?" She shrieked, then looked to York, then back at me.
Yang gave York a thumbs up, "Way to go, Lady-killer."
Weiss charged towards York, Myrtenaster in hand. He side-stepped the blow easily, and caught her sword arm.
"Let's get this clear. Winter and I have not, as Nora would say, 'booped'. She just ended up spending the night." He told them as Weiss tried to break free, but to no avail.
"Hey, it looks like he's got you in a Weiss-like grip." Yang said.
Everyone seemed to face-palm at the horrible joke. "That was the worst joke ever, of all time." He deadpanned.
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Years ago
"That was the worst throw ever, of all time." Washington said to the blue-armored soldier next to him, who had just thrown a sticky grenade at a wall in an attempt to hit the Meta.
"Not my fault, someone put a wall in my way." The man stated.
*End flashback*
"Wait, the idiot actually said that?" York questioned.
"Maine nodded. "I heard it myself."
"So, Washington sounds like Ozpin?" Blake asked.
York and Maine nodded. "Almost exactly." York told them.
"And Goodwitch sounds like Agent Tex?"
"Yep." York said, emphasizing the 'p'.
"Huh, that's weird."
"So, Washington killed you?"
Maine growled. "No."
Everyone was entrapped by his words as he spoke. "We tracked Tex back to Sidewinder, at that time, Washington and I had been assigned to work with each other. We'd picked up the Alpha's recovery beacon on the system. She had the place rigged with explosives and hidden weapons, and we walked right into it."
"Yep, that sounds like Tex." York stated.
"The medic recognized it as a trap, and that she was outsmarting us. She blew us up, and when I got to my senses, Tex was standing over Washington, a BR-55 to his face. I tackled her to the side, which knocked her off her feet, then she proceeded to kick us into next week."
York hummed in agreement, then Maine continued. "She had weapons planted in places all over the place, an M134 in one, SMGs and BRs, and explosives on the cliffs above us and the ones we stood on."
The members of RWBY and JNPR whistled.
"After she blew up the cliffs, we seemed to be doomed when I saw my Brute Shot. I ran off and grabbed it, but left Washington behind."
Yang winced. "That's cold."
"Luckily, the medic had the winch from the warthog, and Washington told him to throw it. The medic tossed it about six feet, far from where he was, but the Freelancer ran and jumped, managing to catch onto it just in time. When he got back up, he said 'That was the second worst throw ever. Of all time.' And the Medic replied with 'I ran track in high school, what do you want from me?'"
The entire room burst into laughter, then Maine's face darkened. "I defeated Tex, finally, driving the unit into her face, and then… then I put it on." He said grimly. "I wanted Epsilon, too, but Wash held me off until the most amazing, unbelievable thing happened." He paused for effect.
"The Reds and Blues came."
York's eyes widened. "What?!" He cried. "Idiotic Sim-troopers were you're demise? How the hell did that happen?"
"I think they crashed in on a Pelican. But, I was knocked out. I woke just as Epsilon was explaining how Tex was doomed to fail, and… I attacked again. Wash was holding me off, he sliced me a couple times with a combat knife, but I blew him away with a couple grenades. Before I could finish it, I was taking fire, a few of the Sim-troopers were coming at me, one armed with a rocket launcher, another with an energy sword, one with a shotgun, and the orange one with a battle rifle. One managed to stab me through my armor with his sword, then the leader of the Reds taunted me, shooting me four times with his shotgun as I stepped towards him, batting the shotgun out of his hands."
Everyone's eyes were growing as Maine spoke every word. "He shouted to the orange one about the loss of his weapon, which was apparently some code, then stuck the winch from the Warthog to my chest, playing it off as a pat. His words to me were 'Hey, Meta. Settle a bet, wouldja? Does that thing look kinda like a big cat to you?' and when I looked, his two men were pushing it off. The leader shoved himself off as I was dragged off, managing to grab the orange one, but he was able to get my weapon and survive, meanwhile, I fell to what seemed like my death."
"But your temporal distortion unit saved you." York whispered.
Maine looked at him. "How do you know that?"
"It was the same thing that happened to me, there was a malfunction in the suit, I think caused by my critical condition, and Wyoming's unit seemed to mess with it."
Winter spoke. "Perhaps this unit is what makes you Freelancers come to this world."
"By the way, you seem really easy going about me being a dead alien." York stated.
"I don't know why, same reason I'm interested in you?"
"It's because I'm irresistibly fluffy." York stated, and a few of the New Freelancers howled and hooted, while Winter shook her head with a smile.
"No comment." She told them.
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Somewhere in Vale
"I still can't believe he's working with that monster." A woman clad in light purple armor with green trim told the person next to her.
"Calm it down, South. Maybe he's changed like the rest of us." The man said, in a darker shade of purple than the woman next to her.
"Yeah, and maybe we can join his New Freelancers." A man clad in platinum armor spoke, and the man in green armor with pink trim nodded his assent.
"Dude, we're the originals. Why wouldn't he take us?" North Dakota asked. "I mean, after all, we're not rusty."
"I got here a month ago, the rest of you got here ages before." South mentioned.
"Be quiet, sis, you're making me feel old." North chastised jokingly. "Hey, Utah, can't you track his armor or something?"
"No, I can't. It seems he's disabled it."
North sighed, "What about you, Theta, can you pick anything up?"
The AI popped up on his shoulder. "Yes, North, I found this presence on the CCT database, but it retracted before I made contact. I think it was Delta."
"I thought Delta came with you guys on the EMP?"
"He did, I think his unit is in Alabama's armor, and he's gone on a different mission."
"Maybe he was hacking the CCT." Theta said, then shook his head. "No, that can't be right, the signal was coming from the warehouse district, near a club."
"Can you pinpoint it?" North asked.
"Not quite, but if you get me close, I can make contact."
"Alright, let's get going."
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273 Ironrose
York
Agent York, I have detected an anomaly.
Not now D, I'm in the middle of something. The Freelancer ignored the AI as he cradled Winter's cheek, in full lip-lock with the woman. He felt Winter gently trace a scar on his back, where a lucky shot had almost severed his spinal cord from some mercenary with black and orange armor throwing a knife at him.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. York pulled away, taking a deep breath before cursing. He pulled a shirt on, then his jacket over it, then went to check the door, holding his BR in right hand.
"Who is it?"
"Holy Mother of Invention it's him!" A voice he recognized instantly cried.
"North!" He shouted, quickly throwing open the door to reveal four Freelancers. "Georgia, South, Utah?"
He was tackled full force by all four in welcoming hugs, and he smiled. North was like a brother to him, and now that brother was back in his life.
"I can't believe you're here!" North shouted. "How did you die?"
"Later, later. We can talk and catch up later, but how did you find me, who else is here?"
"We've all come together, all the ones we could find. Besides us, there's Alabama, Hawaii, Connie, and Delaware. Hell, we even heard rumors of Wyoming around, but he's been working as a merc, haven't managed to track him down yet." Utah told him.
"Saw you on the TV, recognized you instantly." Georgia added, "We headed here ASAP."
"What have you guys been doing here?" York questioned.
"North landed in Atlas, so he secured a job in Atlas Spec-Ops."
"Spec-Ops? Hey, Winter, come down here. These rascals are in Atlas Spec-Ops, you know them?"
Winter poked her head from the Loft. "I don't know, I can't see their faces." She said sarcastically.
"Captain Schnee?" Georgia asked, "Is that you?"
She froze. "George? Where did you get that… but that means your, how the?"
"Uh, this is awkward." North questioned.
"So, you know her?"
"She's our old boss."
