Jaune was confused and in pain. One minute he was sitting on the couch in his room with Suzanna, the memories of the time they had shared came flooding back to him. Then he had a wave of soul-crushing darkness rush over him. It was like he was back in the hallway all over. There was anger filling him to his innermost self, It was toxic. He had only felt an anger like this briefly during his time in the city of Durant. And a part of him had died out in that cursed city.

He tried to contain it but the look that Suzanna gave made the feelings worse. She was afraid and he couldn't stand to see that. The rage was too much the only thing that he could see was fear on her face and the rage was building. Finally, it was too much for him to contain and the power flowed out from him in a cry of pain and rage.

Then Jorge came in and held his hand out toward Jaune. Instantly the darkness began to fade from him.

"Jaune, I need you to focus on my voice. The thing you are feeling is called the force. More specifically you are feeling the effects of Bogan or the dark side. The only way for you to escape from this pain is to force your mind to focus on something peaceful, anything light. Only Ashla can expel Bogan."

Jaune listened and did as he was told. He centered his mind on the things of peace. He settled on the fountains in the Beacon Gardens. The way the moonlight reflected off of the cascading water. And danced on the cobblestone walls. Soon his heart rate had leveled out and he was breathing properly.

"Jaune, can you hear me clearly," Jorge said.

Jaune soon nodded his head in agreement. "Yeah, loud and clear. Jorge what the hell just happened.?"

Jorge sat down in the backward facing chair at the desk which he had brought over to the couch. "In one words Jaune, darkness. Go get a cup of coffee because this is going to take a little while to fully explain."

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Jaune sat down next to Suzanna with a cup of coffee in each hand, one for him and one for her. "Okay Jorge, start talking"

Jorge first held up a coin and handed it to Jaune. "that is going to be an important teaching aid so hang on to that okay. Now the world as you know it consists of matter and energy. Your bodies and everything down to the rocks on which this school was placed are all made of matter. That is middle school science. The complex stuff is energy, your soul, for example, is a form of energy. Now the ordeal that you just went through was caused by a thing called the Force. It serves as a kind of bridge between matter and energy and helps to allow the two to interact."

now Jorge took the coin from Jaune and much to Jaune's surprise caused the coin to levitate flat in the air. With a slight movement of his finger, Jorge drew a few drops of Jaune's coffee out of its cup and on to the coin. Finally and to Jaune and Suzanna most miraculously Jorge had a tongue of fire rise up from his hand which he held below the coin.

"Now this isn't a perfect demonstration for many reasons but I hope it will do," Jorge said. "Now think of this coin as the Force and the fire as energy, and the coffee as matter. If I took the coin away then either the coffee would be vaporized or the fire would be put out. But with the coin there then the fire can affect the coffee in a whole new way."

As he spoke the coffee began to boil until it was mostly just the sugars left. "Many believe that the Force is the energy but I think the Force simple allows you to tap into the energy of the universe."

The fire faded and Jorge dumped the hot sugar back into Jaune's cup and then held up the coin once more. "Just like the force, this coin has two sides." as he turned the coin over he spoke. "Ashla, or the light side," he said as the unburned side of the coin was facing Jaune and Suzanna. "Bogan, or the dark side."

Handing the coin back to Jaune he continued. " in order for there to be one side, there must be the other. Ashla, or the light side flows more freely through peace and focus. Whereas Bogan, or the dark side flows more freely through intense emotions. I have actually already taught you how to use Bogan. And I will teach you to use Ashla. But it will fall to you to learn how to balance the two. And balance them you must. If you allow one to overtake the other then you will lose a considerable amount of power, Ashla is a long-term source of power so I would advise being in more contact with that but Bogan can offer you more power at the moment, it is also easier to tap into during a battle. But never ignore the balance. Without Bogan to force Ashla to move it will become stagnant. And without Ashla to reign Bogan in it will consume you and burn you out. Trust me I know from first-hand experience."

Electing to ignore the implications of that statement Jaune said. "So what happened when you came in here? It was like the darkness drained out of me."

Jorge smiled in the way that a teacher might smile when a student asks a good question. "Well, I didn't drain the dark out of you. Instead, I forced some of my own light into you. You could hold your own balance so I balanced you out."

Jaune nodded in understanding before turning to Suzanna. "Do you understand this, cause I am not quite certain that I do?"

Suzanna went to answer but was cut off by Jorge. "The same rules don't really apply to her, she is a Telmarvak. One of my direct family. The force works a little differently for her. For now, neither of you need to worry about it she will have no trouble controlling her power. … and please stop holding hands. I am still getting used to seeing your current face as a living one."

Looking down both teens noticed that they had in fact subtly intertwined their hands. "Um, Jorge." Jaune said." why does this bother you so much" as he spoke he raised their inter clasped hands higher into view.

Jorge gave off what seemed to be a half growl and looked to be fighting the urge to rip off both of their hands. " all your two need to know is that I had an issue with someone who looked an awful lot like Suzanna. So I really don't need to see her at all, let alone holding the hand of my former partner's only son. "

Now it was Suzanna's turn to speak. "I don't know you. And I don't know who the hell you think you are but I will hold any hand that I damn well please to."

At this Jorge had to leave the room. He was aware that he had failed to actually train Jaune. But the fact that Suzanna looks and was now acting just like someone he had spent 19,000 Mileena of lifetimes hating had caused him to leave as soon as he could. If Jaune couldn't control himself then Jorge would have to put him back in his place but for now, Jorge just needed to get some space.

Blake was more than a little concerned. Yang had just burst into team RWBY's dorm room with tears in her eyes and flames in her hair. The hair wasn't the most uncommon sight but the tears were what had Blake both confused and concerned. There weren't many things that could bring the pun centric boastful blonde brawler to tears. "Yang, what is wrong?"

Blake's inquiry went unanswered as Yang stormed over to her bed and buried her face in her pillow before she began to cream in a mix of pain and rage.

Once again Blake asked. "Yang, what has happened" when she was answered only by continued muffled screams Blake began to grow frustrated. She did not always try to interact with people but when she did she wanted them to interact back.

A part of Blake wanted to drop a textbook on he partner's back in order to at least draw some manner of reaction from her. But months with Yang as her partner had taught her that what she needed was someone to be there. Ever since her mother had left her Yang had a problem really and truly getting attached to anyone. She was a very social person but they were always engineered interactions that didn't convey any lasting connections.

It had taken Blake weeks to finally realize that Yang was keeping herself detached from the group in some small way. She was trying to make the eventual sting of one of them leaving or dying a little less bitter. But that was no way to live. No friendship can last forever on the physical level. And if she kept on distancing herself then she would never truly make any friends.

Sitting down next to her prone partner Blake did something she would normally never do. Reaching down she slowly wrapped her arms around her distraught teammate and gently rubbed her head against the back of Yang's head. This was two-fold. It was forcing Yang to cool her hair off to keep her from burning Blake and it also made it very clear to Yang that Blake was right here and not going anywhere.

"Yang" Blake whispered. "You need to talk to me, I can't really help you if you won't tell me what happened." Blake felt Yang move slightly under her head and when Blake lifted her forehead from the back of Yang's she saw her partner turn to look at her a face of frustration and pain plain to see.

"That is the problem, I don't know what is wrong. I was called to Jaune's room by a student and when I got there." As she spoke her voice began to fail her and grow horse while her eyes grew a disturbing shade of red. " they were fucking cuddling like a couple of giddy school children."

Blake still didn't know what happened but she knew it must have been bad. Yang wasn't a stranger to the art of obscene statements but she also knew that anything that got her to drop the F-bomb with the look she had must have been bad.

"Who did you see, you aren't making much sense Yang," Blake said as she adjusted her arms to better hug her teammate. She had her suspicions on who one of the"they" might have been but she wasn't going to jump to conclusions. She knew that there was something growing between Yang and Jaune but Yang was too afraid of getting too attached and Jaune. Well, while the boy was a tactical genius and a very skilled combatant he was about as emotionally aware of his surroundings as a brick. But if he had done something to hurt Yang then Blake was going to make him wish that he was a dead man. She still had friends in the white fang who would answer her call.

"What did Jaune do?" Blake's voice was as filled with love as she gets it. She wanted Yang to open up to her and it wouldn't be easy. After all, Yang was the kind of person to hide her pain in order to make things easier for everyone else. She gained that bad habit when she had to half-raise her sister.

"I don't know why but" Yang's voice was frail and rough. It sounded like she was both mad and sad all at once. "When I saw him with that woman I just, I could handle it so I ran by the time I made it here I was in full meltdown mode."

On the outside, Blake was calm in order to keep her partner calm but on the inside she was enraged. In body, she was sitting with her friend but in spirit, she was standing over her friend seething and ready to attack. Just because Jaune and Yang weren't an established couple doesn't mean that he has the right to break her heart like this. But if he didn't know what he was doing… well, Blake knew that Jaune may not even know that Yang had feelings for him. However, the decision of what to do with him could be contemplated after Blake had gotten Yang into a more stable state of mind.

"Hey, Xiao Long. you may want to head to the infirmary. I hear your team leader was just taken there."

The words came from a student who had just yelled them through the door. At first, Blake thought she heard an almost pleased grunt at the news of Jaune's new condition. Then after a moment, the voice continued. "I don't know how badly the man screwed up but I can almost guarantee that this is worse. He was taken out unconscious on a stretcher after the strange bearded man that showed upbeat the living shit out of him. It was bad."

Now Yang was moving. That amazed Blake whatever Jaune had done Yang was still willing to go and check up on him. Then Blake kept on thinking. And it hit her, the strange bearded man. One of the only people Blake had ever seen fight Jaune and win was Jorge and Jorge did indeed have a beard.

And if Jaune had fought with Jorge and Jorge actually fought back. Well it wouldn't end well for Jaune she knew that much