A/N Hello my lovelies! Sorry for the long wait, but I have officially started college! Yay :-D

As always I own nothing, which is why I am up till two in the morning most nights asking myself what is wrong with my life! All I have to show for my efforts is a tired me and RWBY still belonging to Rooster Teeth… oh well it was worth a shot. I've found a song that makes me think of my fic, so if u guys wanna check it out it's called Hello by Evanescence.

Also, I have news! I've been to the fantastical world that is MCM comic con London and met Miles and Kerry! My friend even stroked Miles's beard! So if any of you were at comic con and didn't visit the Rooster Teeth booth, shame on you!

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Without further ado... On with the story!

Chapter 7

Ruby POV

It seemed unthinkable, impossible even - Weiss had always held such pride in her family name (why, I don't think I'll ever know), but her family meant an awful lot to her. So how could they possibly be her family? People she had talked about with such pride. Unless…

The white light of the room seemed to engulf my vision, so much that I lost sight of the room and even my two team mates. In an attempt to block out the blinding white light stinging my eyes, I closed them, shielding myself from the bright white light that shone like a supernova before me. The remnants of my previous rage still coursing through my blood became completely dissolved by confusion as I tentatively opened my eyes to find myself in a completely different setting. The whitewashed walls of the hospital had been replaced by a grand looking office. Although the black and white colour scheme took away from the effect somewhat, it was grand none the less. My rage was reignited by the sight of Mr Schnee pacing behind his desk. I couldn't care less about the expression of pain etched into his permanently cruel features; in fact, all I cared about was turning that look of pain, into one of unbearable agony. My fists clenched at my sides as I began my march over towards him, intent on giving his face and Crescent Rose a formal introduction. Then, I stopped. Or rather, the arms that now restrained me forced me to stop. Unsurprisingly it was Blake who had managed to see through her rage for long enough to speak some reason.

"Remember, we are in Weiss's mind if you damage him you will be hurting her. Is that what you want?" Slowly but surely, my blood calmed from a boil to a simmer as I allowed my rage to flow to the back of my mind, trumped in favour of my worry for my snowy haired partner. I went slack, and this seemed to be the signal Blake had been waiting for, as she released me from her vice of a grip. The same, however, could not be said for Yang. I observed the area behind me, before noticing the feet dangling above, glancing up to see her hanging from one of Mr Schnee's large chandeliers, encased in a rather familiar looking black ribbon, red eyed and fuming. I threw a questioning look to Blake, who retaliated with an eye roll and a classic Blake style sigh before pulling the ribbon, causing Yang to spin with the speed of a hurricane before falling unceremoniously on the floor accompanied with a groan. The red in her eyes diminished by the confusion of her sudden fall, she stood up and dusted herself off sparing a glare at Blake for her trouble.

At the sound of the double doors behind us opening, we all spun round to be met with the sight of an unfamiliar man bursting through the polished, mahogany double doors, followed by a solemn faced woman, Mrs Schnee, appearing almost as emotionless as her husband. Mr Schnee lowered himself into the chair behind his large desk, gesturing to the chair beside him for his wife and the chair in front of the desk for the mysterious, and decidedly dodgy looking, man. They were open to his bare scrutiny, his dark eyes flickering over their pale forms, Mrs Schnee refused to look anywhere but her lap.

Mr Schnee took the right hand of his wife, squeezing her almost grey fingers tightly; with a glint of the familiar golden ring, Yang was frighteningly close to violently knocking him out of his chair, but to my surprise, all it took was a silent touch on the shoulder from Blake for her to begrudgingly keep her anger in check. However, the tension in her body, along with the red tint to her eyes, said otherwise. The annoyingly melodic baritones of Mr Schnee's voice snapped me out of my examination of Yang, once again, unsuccessfully attempting to figure out what was going on.

"I'm sure you are aware of…" He glanced warily at the saddened face of his wife before carefully choosing his next words, "… our situation."

"What situation might that be, Mr Schnee?" My whole body jolted in shock as Weiss's father slammed his fist forcefully on his desk, causing his wife to whimper and tighten her grip on his hand.

"Don't play dumb with me, Robertson, it won't end well…" The last part of the threat wasn't required, judging by the shiver that ripped through the man's, who I now knew to be called Robertson, body. Then, as though nothing had happened, Mr Schnee's face slipped back under its cold, cruel mask as he lent back in his chair awaiting the man's response to his snake like strike.

"I am aware that your wife is unable to produce you an heir if that is what you are referring to, Mr Schnee." His voice only bore the slight edge of a tremor, which was admirable considering Mr Schnee's icy glare which remained unwavering on his form.

"Yes… and that is where you come in." As Mr Schnee announced this, I was shocked to see a brief flash of an emotion that remotely resembled one of love as he gazed upon his wife who seemed too lost in her own world to notice. This brief crack in his mask was immediately fixed almost as soon as it appeared; his expression turned blank and indifferent, directed at the unfortunate man that sat before him.
"I am aware of where your expertise lies Robertson."

"My what?"

"I don't like repeating myself, Robertson, of that I'm sure you are aware." The open threat caused Robertson to shift uneasily in his seat, as though the wood was poisonous to touch. "However, in this case I will make an exception." Me Schnee paused briefly, to watch the relief emerge behind Robertson's eyes, before promptly obliterating it. "Based solely on the grounds that my wife is present, who I'm sure would not enjoy seeing your head on a spike, as I would… Let's not make her suffer through that, shall we?"

All eyes flicked to Mrs Schnee. She still seemed too lost in a world far from that which everyone else existed to notice the sudden change attention, now the eyes of the two men before her both were focused on her. Robertson visibly relaxed for a mere moment, but the seconds later, the calculating gaze of Mr Schnee shifted from the traumatised expression of his wife, to the increasingly agitated expression of the man before him.

"Let me spell this out for you, Mr Robertson: It has become clear to me that you lack the ability to form a coherent sentence worthy of understanding." At this, Robertson looked ready to protest, until he met the steely gaze of Mr Schnee, which served to cause all protests to die on his tongue and give him no choice but to await the sinister vocal of Mr Schnee to resume. His next words were to shock every person in the room, past and present.

"I'm aware you specialise in the kidnapping of infants..."