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Day 2: Myth/Truth
"I can't believe this," Weiss growled, pacing aimlessly around the hospital hallway.
"You keep saying that," Yang said from her chair, slumped to the side with her legs stretched out.
"Well, I can't," she stomped to a stop, "your… lout of an uncle got my sister pregnant."
"Hey," Ruby cut in, "he's not a lout."
"He kind of is," Blake said from the chair beside her.
Weiss went back to pacing, "how did this even happen? I thought they hated each other."
"Hate sex?" Yang suggested.
Weiss shuddered in revulsion.
"Oh, grow up."
"If it were Ruby in this situation, how would you handle it?"
Yang stared blankly for a few seconds, "good point."
"How did it happen?" Ruby asked. "Have they been secretly dating?"
"I don't think Uncle Qrow has the time, maybe friends with benefits?"
"They weren't even friends," Weiss said.
"Frenemies with benefits," Yang corrected.
Blake chimed in, "maybe it's a bad boy thing. Or forbidden love."
"Or just a gigantic lapse in judgement."
"Or maybe," Ruby said, scowling, "he's a good person and she likes him."
Weiss put her hands up, "I'm not saying Qrow is a bad person, they're just different. And he's too old for her."
"Well, they have a kid, so I think she disagrees with you," Yang smirked.
The playful mood shattered as they all thought about the innocent baby who was in so much danger.
Blake, the only one not related to the child, broke the silence, "it could have been a onetime thing, that's all it takes."
"That's true."
They discussed scenarios for a while, each coming up with their own versions of events of how baby Jay could have been made, and all of them were wrong.
The Weiss Version…
"I can't believe it," Winter said, still trying to catch her breath, "we're alive."
They were in a field surrounded by the steadily disintegrating bodies of grimm.
"Yeah," Qrow bent over with both hands on his knees, "we survived the top secret mission that General Ironwood sent us on, that turned out to be much more difficult than anyone could have anticipated."
Winter grabbed his lapels and pulled him to her, "I'm currently high on adrenaline and the triumph of surviving against all odds, we should have celebratory sex."
"I'm a scoundrel, so I'll say yes to this. But first, let me have a drink."
He pulled the flash from his shirt pocket and took a long swig before kissing her.
The Yang Version…
Qrow panted and pointed his sword at the dishevelled Winter, "I win, Schnee, admit it."
"Never," she hissed, "I'd never lose to a drunk like you."
"Well, I'd never lose to a prissy little princess like you."
"Deadbeat."
"Spoiled brat."
"Pervert."
"Prude."
"I hate you."
"I hate you, too."
"Wanna fuck?"
"Meet me in my ship in 10 minutes."
The Blake Version…
The train of her white dress flowed behind her as she ran across the courtyard and into Qrow's arms.
Once their bodies met, he spun them around, the night air chilling them.
"Oh, Qrow, my father has forbidden me from seeing you again."
"Winter," he tucked some loose hair behind her ear, "he doesn't own you."
"I know, but he has Weiss, if I don't do what he says-"
Her words were stopped by his mouth pressing against hers, trying to pour all the love he felt for her into it.
"I understand, but I won't give up on you… on us."
"Oh, Qrow," her hands trailed down the skin of his chest where his shirt was open. "Please, give me one more night."
He cupped the back of her head, "as you wish, my Queen."
The Ruby Version…
"Hey," Qrow said, knocking on the doorframe.
Winter looked up from her desk, surprised and a little annoyed, "how did you get in here?"
"I walked in," he crossed the room and sat in the chair opposite to her, "I'm sorry."
Winter put down the pen she was using and folded her arms, "about what? Leaving for months and not contacting me? Or showing up out of nowhere, goading me into a fight and embarrassing me in front of my boss, my sister, and my sister's BFF?"
Qrow scratched his chin sheepishly, "I'm sorry for both, but I meant the fight."
She sighed but it sounded more like a growl.
"I was drunk, I was mad at Ironwood for some reason and I really like fighting you, you know how cool we look when we fight."
"We do indeed look really cool," she nodded.
"Right? That part where you were standing on my sword was awesome."
She smiled a little bit.
Qrow stood and tentatively came to her side of the desk, "so you forgive me?"
"Maybe," she still didn't look happy.
"What if I take you to the festival and buy you cotton candy?"
"Now I forgive you."