Jaune slowly tried to rise from the floor where he was slumbering. His head was pounding and while his right arm was immobile his left arm hurt. Looking down to his arms he saw only a sea of yellow. Experience and a strange level of Deja Vu were telling him it was Yang. His left arm was still hidden from view by Yang's hair. He raised it up from the ocean of blonde and was created by the sight of a bandage that ran from his upper elbow and ended at his wrist. "What the hell happened to me last night?" Jaune said as he looked around the room to see what appeared to several empty bottle that looked about the right size and shape to be liquor bottles of varying types.

"In two words, anger coma." turning Jaune saw Jorge sitting on the couch Jaune's mother lounging asleep at Jorge's side. "It is a condition that I occasionally suffer from and by training you the way that I did I may have passed it on to you. In summary, when you are exceptionally angry your judgment is mildly impaired and you forget what you are doing. I got it from an old friend of mine who taught me to fight named James he once fell into a anger coma where he was shouting about "RANK INCOMPETENCE" he had no memory of this and for many years denied that it actually happened."

"Then what did I miss?" Jaune said as he nodded to his injured arm. He may have forgotten what happened but he still wanted to know who stabbed him.

Jorge thought for a moment before he spoke " let's start at what I assume is the last thing you remember."

"You may have son, but I sure didn't" Jorge's response was punctuated by a smirk that Jaune could only describe as assholeish. Instantly Jaune threw himself over the table and tackled Jorge from his chair.

Sensing the river of obscenities that were about to flow from their brother's mouth Catherine, Jacqueline, and Romee all covered the ears of Petra, Katelyn, and Corviste. As Yang covered Ruby's. This was accomplished just in time as once Jaune and Jorge hit the ground the Sheriff of Durant showed them the level of language that he had acquired when he opened his mouth and said [if there are any sensitive adults reading this you may wish to skip to the next paragraph (children shouldn't be reading this) ] "Jorge you MOTHERFUCKING, PUSSY FOOTING SON OF A BITCH. I AM GONNA SHOVE MY BOOT SO FAR UP YOUR ASS THAT WHEN I WIGGLE MY TOES YOUR LIMBS ARE GOING TO MOVE LIKE A MOTHERFUCKING MARIONETTE. I AM GONNA CHOP YOU THE FUCK UP AND THROW THE SHIT SHOW YOU ARE INTO A FUCK DUMP THAT I WILL THEN PISS ON AND LIGHT IT ON FIRE WITH MY FUCKING ANGER. AFTER I AM DONE WITH YOU NO ONE WILL KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU USED TO BE. MARK MY MOTHERFUCKING WORDS TELMARVAK. I WILL KICK YOU IN THE DICK SO HARD YOU WILL BE PISSING OUT YOUR EARS. I WILL KILL THE EVERLOVING SHIT OUT OF YOU."

By the end of Jaune's rant, he had exhausted himself trying to hit Jorge who had locked him in a full guard and waited. When Jaune's rant had ended Jorge said " Son, the only correct part of that rant was the part about me being a Motherfu…"

"Jorge!" Isabao yelled quickly silencing the man.

Jorge paused and thought before continuing " yeah, you're right as usual I shouldn't set that example for the little ones."

The children who had their ears covered were spared Jaune auditory fury. They were fine but Nora looked ready to cry and Weiss had to leave halfway through. They had never seen such anger and each word only scared them more. Ruby was blissfully unaware of Jaune's rage but Yang was intrigued. Here was Jaune, mad as can be and she knew that when people are made they don't think as clearly. She also knew that it may help her get his attention if she tried again. Taking a moment she thought back to Christmas Eve night. She had tried so hard to get him to open up. She almost got him into the metaphorical sack Christmas eve but for reasons, she couldn't tell he just clamed up and sat in the corner. She had to crawl over in his sleep and curl up to keep warm.

As Jaune skulked from the room still fuming with anger Jorge spoke " that is an anger coma, he will act a little more impulsively, he also won't recall any of what happens tonight. This gave Yang one thought. " so if I just went up and began attacking him he wouldn't remember it tomorrow?"

Jorge gave her a serious look and said "Yes, but I wouldn't advise doing that. If you do then you won't be fighting Jaune. He would be a lot more like my old self and a lot less like his father." at the mention of Romerean Jorge seemed to pause in self-imposed thought then he quickly departed the room telling Isabao he would return shortly.

Yang did a foolish thing and ignored Jorge's warning and went after Jaune once more. In their last two fights, he had been holding back. And she wanted to have him fight her like he meant it rather than treat her special because she was a woman. She reached for his right shoulder and moved to turn with her left hand

"SMACK" the right-handed backhand slap that Jaune delivered to Yang's face was heard all through the house.

It wasn't an extremely painful strike however the speed with which it was delivered and the glare of pure hate that shown in Jaune's eyes sent a claw of fear ripping through her and tearing her down on a mental level. She didn't know when the tears began to fall or when her body began to shake with sobs. It may have only been a matter of moments but this moment seemed to last forever. And in this eternity there was only one reality, and it was the eyes that burned through her very soul. As quickly as it flashed through her the eyes softened to show only remorse as a pair of strong arms wrapped around her and gently guided her to a kneeling position on the floor. Then a voice both strong and gently began to speak to her

"Sshh, it is alright. Calm down its over now. Sshh" Yang looked up and was shocked to see Jorge looking at her with eyes that radiated beams of comfort and peace. Glancing past him she saw Jaune standing looking at her with eyes that no longer held hatred but fear, fear of himself, fear of the monster he had living inside of him.

"What was that?" Yang asked between still uneven breaths.

"That was my older self temporarily manifesting itself in Jaune. But what I don't understand how it passed so fast normally it would take hours for that level of anger to subside. The only way that could have happened is if… but that's not possible"

Yang found herself comforted by waves of peace that seemed to emanate from Jorge. Looking t Jaune she saw him quietly sobbing in the corner. It wasn't hard to see that the anger was still there. It had simply been turned inward. Jaune, in an attempt to protect the others from his hate, had forced his pain inward. And it was tearing through him just like it did her.

She slowly stood on shaky feet and made her way over to him. She gently held him in her arms and ran her hand through his hair. There was a brief flash of anger that flowed from Jaune. It would have been overwhelming but she was ready for it this time. Moving her lips near his ear she began to sing.

What child is this that laid to rest, on Mary's lap is sleeping

Whom angels greet with anthems sweet, while shepherds watch are keeping

As she sang Yang could feel Jaune begin to loosen. She knew that her song was helping so she choose to continue.

This, this is Christ the King

Whom shepherds guard while angels sing

This, this is Christ our King

Haste, haste to bring him praise

The babe the son of Mary.

Yang felt Jaune's anger fade away as she finished the first part of her song.

"I am so sorry," Jaune said. His voice weakened to a mere whisper. "I often have to control much of my anger but when it gains control I am hard pressed to not lash out. But that does not excuse what I just did."

"What is done is done," Yang said, "but allowing your anger to kill you inside your own body is unacceptable." Yang paused before finding a way to get him back to the upbeat mindset that was called for on Christmas. " Come back to dinner," she said, and as she predicted he was hesitant to do such. It was now that she used the logic trump card that she found often worked with men. "Your team needs its leader. If you stay here then they are not whole and therefore not happy." tugging once more on his arm she pulled him to his feet as this time he was willing to go. As they entered back into the living room they were greeted with stares of confusion as everyone had heard the slapping sound but no one but Jorge saw what happened. Yang couldn't remember if her tears were accompanied by loud crying or if she was silent in her sobbing. Deciding to act on the assumption that she was silent she sat down and pretend to be in pain as she did. " oh, by the way Jaune." she started adopting a knowing smirk as she continued "if you ever slap my ass like that again I am killing you" she said this to explain the sound and to mess with everyone's heads.

"You did what!" Came the cry of Weiss. She was sitting next to Jaune and her yelling quickly surprised him and put him on his back foot even when he didn't have to be.

"I didn't sl…" his attempts to explain were cut short but Weiss who was so angered by his attempt to lie that she grabbed her butter knife and brought it down hard on his arm. It wouldn't break his aura but it would hurt. You can imagine her shock when the knife went straight through Jaune's aura and into his arm before being stopped by the table beneath it.

The room fell silent and all of the sentences that were being started ended in an instant. Jaune took a deep breath and tightly gripped the handle of the knife. "All individuals with a weak stomach may wish to look away"

"Jaune," Jorge said "would you like me to get that"

With a look of pure rage in his eyes, Jaune ripped the knife from his hand stabbed the bloody knife in the table next to Weiss's plate before he rose and walked in the direction of the kitchen and the first aid kit.

Jaune had just finished changing his shirt over to a short sleeve one in order to keep it from interfering with the bandage. He was turning back to the to the dining room when he heard a loud roar that was followed by a scream. Rushing into the dining room with his pocket knife in hand. The sight he found was Yang who seemed to have accidentally seared the few spots on the table when her hair touched as she jumped the length of the table to were Weiss was sitting. She had dragged the girl from the chair and was now trying to throttle that Schnee heiress.

"NEVER SAY THAT AGAIN" Yang shouted as Weiss began to turn purple.

Shocked that no one had done anything he quickly ran the distance and did the only thing he could. He grabbed the jug of water that was left on the table and threw it at Yang while he was still charging. Once he contacted her he grabbed her right arm and rolled across her back. Then he flipped her over his shoulder using a modified one-arm shoulder throw. Due to his grip on her arm, she landed on her stomach and was quickly wrenched into a hammer lock. He was counting on the water in her hair to flame.

"Enough," he said his voice little more than a growl. When she stopped trying to struggle he released her and helped her to her feet. Once they were back at the table and seated Jaune took Weiss's knife from the table and cleaned it with his napkin. After he placed it down next to her and waited for her to use it. When it was clear she was uncomfortable using it he switched it for his own and proceeded to continue on with dinner. "So," Jaune said as he cut a piece of the now cold ham and ate it. He chewed before continuing "anyone wanna tell me what I just walked in on"

Ren was the one who endeavored to answer the reasonable question. "Ms. Schnee may have spoken in a potentially ill way in regards to your honor and respect for the opposing gender's personal space and privacy. Ms. Xiao Long seemed to not share Ms. Schnee's opinion on the matter and acted in a manner that she no doubt felt was appropriate. That was when you came back into the room and stopped the fracas that was underway. And in doing so most likely prevented Ms. Schnee's death."

At the conclusion of Ren's complicated and very eloquently worded answer only left Jaune more confused causing him to let out a tired " What "

At this Jaune's oldest sister Catherine answered " Weiss said and I quote "serves the misogynistic pig right. If he couldn't keep his lecherous hands off her teammate then she would be more than happy to remove it from his hand from the rest of him. This seemed to send your girlfriend here into a primal rage and she tried to kill the porcelain bitch. Personally, I think that if Weiss wants to open her mouth she can let Yang fight her own battles. If getting her ass slapped really bugged her then Jaune would no longer have his arm. Mainly because if she asked Jaune would get her a bone saw and hold out his arm."

This response left both Yang and Jaune more than a little red. "Now, now children," Isabao said taking the focus back off of the two embarrassed teens. " dinner is clearly over off to bed Jorge and I will clean up. Our gift to the seventeen of you."

One by one the teenagers seated at the table rose and made there way back to their respective rooms for the night. This was met with some more confusion as no one was certain were Jaune was supposed to sleep tonight. Everyone except for Martin and Yang that is. Martin wanted the room to be just Nora, Ren, Pyrrha, his father, and him. So he wanted Jaune with the other team. Yang, on the other hand, wanted to be as close to Jaune as possible.

They had almost all made it to the bedroom safe and sound when Jorge stopped them and held out a small crate as he said"Oh, and Jaune. I got this for your anger issues but you seemed to have worked through them on your own. Still, these were made by your father so enjoy"

"What is that," Blake asked. He curiosity clearly getting the better of her.

Jaune set the wooden crate on the dresser nearest the door and began to pry it open. " it is, a case of…" Jaune's voice quickly faded as he adopted a look of disappointment " it is a case of whiskey."

"Oohh yeah" Yang called "party time"

Jaune's head was spinning at the moment. "So THIS is a hangover."

"No," Jorge said " you don't get hungover. Instead, you have your father's curse."

This only confused Jaune more "what curse?"

Jorge elected not to answer the question. He simply continued his explanation to Jaune's current predicament. " FYI that all happened a week ago" it is the next year by the way." you need to pack and get ready to return to beacon. I would also advise getting your hand out of Yang's shirt."

At this Jaune glanced down and saw that his hand was in fact stuffed down the front of Yang's shirt and that by the way her shirt looked rumpled it seemed that it had been moving around in there. Then as if by some cruel twist of fate Yang seemed to wake up and turned to look at Jaune.
"Morning," she said. Much to Jaune's gratitude and dismay Yang didn't seem to notice that Jaune was fishing in her shirt last night. "Jaune," she said. Her eyes still thick with sleep. "Are you comfortable?"

It took Jaune a second to understand the meaning of the flirtatious wink she gave him and once he did he quickly yanked his hand out of his shirt. He also pretended that he didn't get a rather impressive view down Yang's shirt when he did. Springing to his feet he spoke with authority and power "Team Rockslide, on your feet. We move out in 15 mikes" everyone slowly began moving and packing their bags. Turning back to Yang he asked, "what happened over the course of the past week?"

He realized just a syllable too late that he shouldn't have asked that. The mischief was back in Yang's eyes as she spoke to him. " nothing happened, sir." Jaune felt a flash of Deja Vu run through him with the way she overemphasized the sir at the end of that sentence. He didn't ask any more questions as he was afraid of the response he could have received.

Everyone was packed and ready to go in 10 minutes and they spent the next 5 saying goodbye to Jaune's sisters. And Martin who was staying with the Arcs from now on. It was a safer place and he was around people who were closer to his age than the people who were watching him before. [ he was staying with the Professor Port and his wife].

When he was making his way to the bullhead Jaune was pulled aside by Jorge "Jaune, before you respond I want you to know that I am bringing in an expert to look at what is left of the detonators for the mission that you almost died on he will be here soon with his brother and a friend and when they arrive they are to be treated as though they is me."

" Okay, Jorge does he have a name?"

Jorge smiled as he thought about the answer " his name is Coby Hansen"