Hey, so I forgot to do this at the end of the last chapter so I guess I'll put it here. This is the family I'm going with. The OC's will have quite a part to play in this, but of course they won't be overshadowing the main RWBY cast. If you liked or hated this chapter, please leave a review with your comments. Thank you for the support J

Father – Anthony Arc

Mother – Violetta Arc

1- Jennifer Arc (huntress)

2- Arya Arc (huntress)

3- Jean Arc (huntress

4- Anna Arc (huntress)

5- Lily Arc and Rose Arc (4th year)

6- Natalie Arc (1st year)

7- Jaune Arc (16 years old)

Jaune woke to find a world of white. His eyes protested and forced themselves shut, as he moved his hands to shield himself from the offending flare. When his pupils had contracted enough, he chanced a look to realize he was looking at a fluorescent tube light. That was peculiar. There were no tube lights at his home. Sitting up, realization began to dawn on him as he took in his surroundings. He was in what he assumed was supposed to be a long gown but which barely covered his knees. His lower body was covered with trousers that completed the set. There was a monitor on a stand next to his bed, with wires strapped to his chest and an IV in his arm. He saw a flash of red eyes in his vision and he remembered with crystal clarity what had happened. He had been attacked and disemboweled by a Beowulf. That wasn't confusing though. The fact is that Grimm were as much a part of life in Remnant as humans. No place was ever truly safe, especially not a lake that was on the outskirts of civilization. No, he wasn't confused about why he had been attacked. He was confused about why he was alive. He had seen the wound the creature had caused, he could still feel his entrails sliding over his skin. Unless he was in a hospital at that moment, there was no way he could have survived. He remembered his mother talking about a Bullhead but he knew she was just comforting him. The drive must have taken at least an hour. How could he have survived?

The door opened at that moment and a nurse came in, looking at her scroll. She barely paid attention to him before she looked up and her eyes widened in shock, her mouth agape. Jaune winced as the crash of the scroll assaulted his ears and almost deafened him.

"You're a-, awake. I, I need to inform your mother. Please don't move."

The nurse ran out of the room before Jaune could get in a word edgewise and he was left alone again. He spied a couch in a corner of the room, where he noticed a pillow and a blanket that were teetering on the edge, liable to fall off at any second. Before he could continue his observations he heard a footfall of steps rushing towards his room. The door opened and he couldn't help a yelp of surprise as he saw the oldest child of the Arc brood, Jennifer. She was almost as tall as him and usually her combination of breathtaking beauty and the assuredness she carried herself with was enough to immediately unnerve strangers and put them on guard immediately. But right now her eyes were widened when she saw him. She stood in the doorway as they both stared at each other, and Jaune couldn't help but rub the back of his head as he looked away. Before he could turn back to her she had him in an embrace that he thought should have hurt a lot more than it was hurting right now. She let go of him to bring her hands to his face as she sat down with him. He was relieved to see that her eyes were dry, and there was a hint of a smile on her lips.

"You idiot."

Jaune didn't know what to say so he settled for a questioning look at his sister, which she returned to his chagrin.

"Was that a question?"

"No, just an observation."

"Yeah well, that's more like a universal fact of life now." He remembered that she had been away in Vacuo, helping the authorities there with a Grimm problem. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in Vacuo?"

She returned a skeptical look that had him reconsidering his words.

"What I, I meant to say was that how did you get here so quickly? Isn't it a long flight?"

"How long do you think you've been out Jaune?" she asked him, the blank look on her face making his insides begin to knot.

"I feel pretty fresh so, a few hours maybe?"

"You've been out for two days." Her eyes were looking at him probingly, trying to gauge his reaction to the news, but all he could do was furrow his brows.

The news was surprising because Jaune had actually been unconscious for a full day before as a result of an unfortunate accident. When he had woken up nearly every part of his body hurt, and even blinking was agony for him. How could it be that he felt so good after two days then? Before he could ask anything else, the door crashed open and the rest of the Arc family flooded the room. His mother was on him in a flash, and he was blinded as she crushed his head into her bosom. It must have been minutes before she separated herself from him just enough to see his face, and he could see the tears in her beautiful green eyes. The silence was broken by none other than Jean, and for once he couldn't help but smile at her teasing voice.

"Sheesh mom, hold him any closer and people will start to talk."

Violetta was about to tell her precious daughter exactly what she thought of her snide comments but she was enraptured by Jaune actually laughing at his sisters' stupid innuendos for once. The sound was priceless to her ears, and she stared at his scrunched up face with her hands on his heaving chest, determined to commit it to memory. As his laughter died down, she realized she had been selfish. He wasn't just her son, he was her husbands' as well and a brother too. With more willpower than she had shown in a very long time she let go of him and let her husband slide into her place. It wasn't long before Anthony was hugging Jaune almost as tightly as she had been, whispering into his ears even though everyone else could still hear his sighs of relief and the silent nothings he spoke. Whether it was to comfort Jaune or himself, well that was anyone's guess. He wasn't given long before the nudging on his back got uncomfortable enough to force him to cede ground to his daughters. They swarmed him at once. Jean and Arya shuffling around to get a word in but Natalie, Rose Lily and Anna had firmly entrenched themselves by his side forcing the older girls to stand by the bedside. They spoke all at once, and even Violetta had trouble making out the questions from the relief they were expressing. As quickly as it had started, it stopped and they all looked at him expectantly.

Jaune had newfound appreciation for what his mother went through raising 8 children. The woman was mobbed by this exact scene near daily as far as he could remember, whether it was his sisters and him vying for her attention before heading to school or it was them arguing and trying to place the blame on someone else. She had had this miraculous ability to separate the dust from the ore and tell exactly who was lying and who needed attention first that he envied her now that he saw his sisters looking at him as if they had made a modicum of sense. He didn't even know if they had asked him a question. When he stared back at them Anna was unable to help herself and blurted out.

"Well, are you just going to stare at us or are you going to answer?"

Before he could make an excuse to cover his bewilderment his gracious, wonderful mother stepped in.

"He needs his rest, not to have his eardrums shattered. Get off the bed and let Arya and Jean talk to him."

The girls grumbled but none of them had the guts to go against their mother's decree when she used her commanding voice. Arya took her place and sat on his right, with Jean opposite her. Arya then spoke evenly enough for Jaune to know something was brewing.

"Do you know what I was doing before I heard what happened?" When no answer came, she continued.

"I was getting you this."

It was then that Jaune noticed the package she had come in with. There was no mistaking what it was from its shape and Jaune stared at his sister in disbelief. She had to prod him to rip open the packaging. Jaune had one thing he was proud of. One thing he could do better than his sisters. And that was playing the guitar and singing. The new guitar Arya had got for him was magnificent. The wood was polished to that deep shade of brown that you knew came from the strongest trees in the forest. The strings were strong, and they hummed steadily as he touched them. Putting the guitar down he moved forwards to embrace his sister in a short hug.

"I love it. Thank you Arya."

"You're welcome."

The tender moment was broken, as usual, by Jean.

"Of course you get him a gift without telling the rest of us. Now I look like a bitch. Thanks Arya."

Before Arya could retort, Jaune spoke up.

"What do you mean 'now I look like a bitch'?"

The meaning was not lost on anyone if the laughter was anything to go by, and even Jean's icy stare was broken by an upturning of her lips. As a comfortable silence descended on the room, Jaune pushed ahead to confront the elephant in the room.

"Mom, how did I live?"

His sisters were confused, and so was his father but the way his mother stiffened and stopped breathing told him that she had not told anyone the extent of his injuries. Jennifer was the first to speak, and her tone was dangerous.

"Why would you ask that Jaune? Mom told us you were just bowled over by a Grimm."

Jaune was confused. Had he imagined the blood and the viscera? There was only one way to know for sure.

Before anyone could ask what he was doing he lifted up his shirt. There were gasps and inhales nearby but he was mesmerized by the scar that crisscrossed his abdomen and travelled from one side to another. When he looked up, his family wasn't looking at him but at his mother. His father was the first to speak, and his tone was something Jaune had never heard before.

"What the fuck Violetta. You told me that blood wasn't his. What is this?"

Before she could answer, Jennifer moved in, and her voice exuded danger.

"Mom, why did you lie about his injuries? You told me he was fine, and I didn't need to visit him. Why would you do that when he was so extensively wounded?"

Before any of the other sisters could pile up on her, Violetta spoke. It was the quietest he had ever seen his mother.

"When I got there, he was on the ground. There was blood on his clothes and a Grimm sublimating next to him, with a huntress straddling him. When I reached him, the huntress told me something I couldn't believe, yet if she was lying he would have been dead." When Violetta looked up, her eyes were bland and unfocused like she was drugged.

"She told me she unlocked his aura."

The silence in the room was broken by Jennifer.

"Impossible. It must have been a semblance."

Violetta didn't say anything. She moved towards a meal tray one of the nurses had brought in during their reunion. Before anyone could even yell out a warning, she drove the plastic knife down into his arm. Jennifer moved first, grabbing her mother's hand and pulling it back from his body and holding it aloft before Jaune could even cry out. Not even a second had passed since his mother had moved. He had never before known how vulnerable anyone without aura was until now. He doubted whether he would have been able to stop her even if he had known what was going to happen, such was the speed with which everything took place. He looked down to see the knife embedded in his arm. No. How could this be? The knife had fallen off the side of the bed, leaving his arm spotless. Even a paper knife would have rent his arm with the force and speed his mother had moved with. With him still in shock, it was Arya that spoke up.

"Mom, what's going on?"

Their mother suddenly looked twenty years older, and as Jennifer's hand slackened she fell back into the couch and stared at the ceiling.

"When I got to him, there was a huntress on top of him who said she had unlocked his aura. I didn't believe it at first either but, there was so much blood. I know he would have died. You just can't lose that much blood and live. You've seen the scars as well. As much as every fiber of rational thought in my body is telling me it can't be true, the fact remains. Jaune has aura."

Jennifer had recovered from her shock, moving towards the door to ensure that it was locked. She came back and her voice was almost a whisper.

"Who else knows?"

Their father was the one to speak up.

"The huntress that saved him. During the drive back she kept insisting that she had unlocked his aura and we kept telling her that Jaune was a boy. After a while she went quiet. I'd bet she realized what had happened."

"Who was she?"

It was their mother that answered.

"Qrow Branwen"

"Fuck" Jennifer sighed before continuing.

"We should expect a visit from Ozpin soon. She's a good woman, but make no mistake. We trust no one. Jaune is well enough to be discharged, so I propose we get him out of here."

There was scant more than a nod by their mother before Jennifer moved towards the door to get a nurse to finish getting Jaune discharged. The door opened before she reached it and she muttered a resigned sigh. Jaune's bed was instantly surrounded on all sides by his family, his vision obscured by his sisters and his parents.

Jennifer had worked with Qrow before. The woman was a drunkard and a female philanderer but was one of the best huntresses around. She liked Qrow but at the moment she would have sooner stabbed her than let her see Jaune. It was Ozpin who spoke though.

"Ah Jennifer, it's been far too long."

"Hello to you as well Ozpin. To what do I owe this visit? My brother has recently been injured so I won't be taking any assignments at the moment."

It was a pitiful deflection but Jennifer had to try. She was unsuccessful, of course. It was Qrow who spoke this time.

"Jennifer, you know we're not here to harm him. But word will spread about him. Would you rather deal with us than someone unknown."

Jennifer's stare was nothing short of arctic.

"Qrow, you know I can't trust you. I know you've got nieces, and I know you can imagine how I'm feeling right now."

It was Ozpin who spoke next.

"Jennifer, do you think we would simply abduct your brother from under your nose? Abduct the son of Violetta Arc? I'd like to keep on living for the next few years if I could. I've got a lot to do. So how about you invite us in, and we talk. That's all I want."

It was her mother that replied.

"It's fine Jen. Ozpin, it's been a while."

The female headmistress of Beacon academy was as usual in her unzipped black suit over a buttoned vest and green shirt. Thankfully she didn't have her coffee mug with her this time. The atmosphere in the room relaxed slightly, and Violetta moved from the foot of the bed to allow Jaune to see his visitors. Qrow was visibly uncomfortable.

"How can someone look good as a boy and a girl?"

Violetta's tone was lethal.

"I'm sorry Qrow, were you saying something about my sixteen year old son?"

"No, no. Violetta, you know me. I'm not into the young ones. I was just remarking how, um."

Ozpin thankfully cut in.

"Would you mind if I examined him?"

"Examined him how?"

"It won't be anything overt. I just want to sense his aura."

Her husband and she looked at each other and she knew he was trusting her to do what she felt right. Nodding once, she moved aside. The rest of the Arc sisters made way for Ozpin as well.

"Ah Miss Natalie, Miss Rose, and Miss Lily. I wish we could have met under better circumstances. Now, Jaune. How do you feel?"

Jaune realized he had been addressed for the first time in almost ten minutes. He expected to feel trepidation towards the headmaster, but was surprised to find himself liking the woman immediately.

"I feel fine. Actually I feel really good. I know I shouldn't since I woke up after two days but I've never felt like this before."

"That's good to hear. Now relax. I'm going to try and get a feel for your aura. Don't worry, it won't hurt."

Ozpin sat next to him and took his hand. Jaune had to fight down a blush and he couldn't help but feel anger at his hormones. As soon as it had begun though, it ended and Ozpin let go of his hand.

"There can be no doubt. Jaune has aura. And quite a lot of it. I've seen less aura than this in some final year students. Violetta may I speak with you and Anthony in private?"

Jennifer immediately sat up.

"Not without me, Ozpin."

It was his mother that silenced her.

"I'll be fine Jen. Just stay here and let us talk."

Jaune saw the four of them move out of the room, leaving the eight siblings alone. Almost immediately, Jean was on him. The next thing he knew his hair was standing up and his muscles were twitching. Jean's smile was wiped by the rest of the sisters immediately pouncing on her.

"What the fuck Jean. Why would you use your semblance on him?" Rose screeched.

"Relax. Our baby brother has aura now. There's no excuse for any of you to hold back when he pisses you off. God knows we don't spare each other."

Jennifer's voice could not be further from joking however.

"No. Until we know more, none of you are to treat him any more roughly than you did before. Jean, you want someone to use your semblance on, use me. We are not taking risks with this."

It was then that the door opened and their parents returned with Ozpin who addressed her current students.

"Miss Rose, Miss Lily, and Miss Natalie. I expect to see you back on the first day of the semester. Jaune, hopefully the next time we meet will be under better circumstances. Violetta, Anthony. I hope you think on my offer. Of course if you need any help I am available, regardless of what you decide. I bid you farewell."

With that, the door closed and immediately Jaune saw his parents get mobbed by the rest of them, only for Jennifer to make her way in and silence the rest. It was good to see that something's never changed.

"What did he want mom?"

"The doctors here, they know about Jaune."

"What? But how?"

"I don't know but Ozpin said she intercepted communications sent to the council of Vale. We don't know what they're going to do." Violetta sat on the couch with her head in her hands, leaving their father to carry on.

"She said that she would try to keep the Vale council away from Jaune as long as she could. But in the end, there won't be any place they won't find him."

Jennifer's anger was almost dripping from her words.

"Let them try."

His father stared at his daughters, each more furious than the last before he spoke.

"She did tell us of one place that could keep him safe and where the council won't be able to touch him."

"Where?" Jaune finally cut in, and it almost seemed like his sisters were surprised by his voice.

"She wants us to enroll him in Beacon next year."