Oval Office, The Whitehouse, The United States of America

Early 2030s

Good gods, why did I accept this Job? The Current U.S President stretched his back out as he looked through a pile of paperwork on his desk.

So many crises, one after another. The climate issue, migration, a potential drought, China, North Korea, environmental damage, China again.

His predecessor had done a good job, not that he was lying. Restoring a coherent Western bloc meant that they could do a better job at coordinating messes.

He had just polished off some paperwork signing the approval of a major pacific garbage cleanup. A joint project between several Pacific nations, a few NGOs, and some corporations. A joint project to both clean up the ocean that was full of trash, recycle materials, and preserve the environment. Part of that was the construction of three dozen nuclear-powered trawlers to catch tons of plastic, along with new facilities to properly recycle them. He'll then have to sign off on some more paperwork approving new green energy plants. Along with new Thorium reactors to the American fight against climate change.

"Coffee Mister President?" The President looked up, expecting to see one of his aides, only to spot and old friend. "General! Good to see you again!"

U.S army general Vance Hitwalker, a good friend of the president, walked in carrying a tree with two coffees. "Pleasure to meet you again Mister President."

"Please, it's always a pleasure." the U.S President snagged a cup of hot joe and took a nice long sip. "Damn, I needed that."

"Tough day sir?" Vance took a seat in front of the president.

"Congress gave me hell over Operation Oceanic Clean Up. Something about giving up nuclear technology to the Asians." The president sighed. "Plus some states are not super happy about the change to clean energy."

"I'm surprised Texas is all for it. Then again they see the winds changing. Besides, this operation will rejuvenate our ship-building industries some more, after it was gutted after the Cold War." Vance replied.

"At least we are making progress on clean energy, unlike some countries." The president took a sip. "Speaking of which, what are you doing here?"

"Just stopping by for a visit, then it's to the Pentagon for another meeting with the chief of staff for another meeting about Indo pacific strategies. Then it's off to see the commissioning of the first new M1A3 tank battalions." Vance responded, taking a swig of his own coffee.

"The new variant that General Dynamics came up with? Something about hybridizing Western and European styles?"

"Yup, the one that also includes a fancy AI, a 30mm chain gun, an autoloader, better armour, and better fuel efficiency." Vance took a gulp. "Then I'll probably head over to Europe to oversee a few meetings with other NATO generals."

"Wish you the best of luck. Speaking of which, you've heard the news?" The President asked.

"The new EU-sponsored bill for their first Fusion reactor?"

"Oh hell no. The new RWBY reboot. A bunch of fans and old writers came together and managed the acquire the writers for the show. Something about rewriting the show." The president sipped his coffee again. "Something about reviving a classic."

General hitwalker chuckled. "Never expected a show from my childhood to be considered a classic. You know I used to write fanfiction of the series."

"Didn't take you for a fan, Vance." The president noted.

"Not the biggest fan, mister President. But I liked working with the universe. Not too difficult to blend two worlds together. Thought about becoming a writer before I enlisted." Hitwalker swirled his coffee. "Shame the old series went how it did, let's hope the rewrite goes a bit more straight."

"Touché. Speaking of RWBY, favourite team?" The president liked these little chats to break the monotony of politics.

"Uh CFVY and JNPR. I liked the side characters a bit more. Shame CFVY didn't get as much screen time. JNPR could have used more screen time in my opinion." Hitwalker replied. "Then again, you could base an entire story about JNPR."

"Oh dear, a U.S. Army general writing fanfics on a children's show. How would the world react?" The president lamented, causing both to laughed.

"Don't tempt me. Might consider taking up writing to handle with the frustration of dealing with the Chinese and their antics in the pacific. Anyways, what else has happened while I've been prepping our forces and allies in the pacific?"

"Well not much. Second Fusion reactor powered by seawater is being built in the Great Lakes with the Canadians, a few gun restriction legislations, the USS Doris Miller is being commissioned, and I'm supposed to attend the decommissioning of the Nimitz…"

"Mister President?" General Hitwalker turned to see where he President was staring at, the center of the Oval Office.

A giant bright, white glowing sphere simply hovering there. A mini sun.

Right in the office of the most powerful man in the United States and North America.

"…..where the hell did that come from?" Hitwalker just stared at the sphere. "When did you add a disco ball to your office?"

"That…is definitely not a disco ball," the President stated.

As abruptly as it appeared, the sphere of light began to glow brighter and before either of the two men could yelp, the Oval office was engulfed in a flash of light.

General Vance Hitwalker removed his hand from in front of his face in a vain attempt to protect his eyes from the giant flash of light, and the god awful ringing in his ears.

Suddenly the doors to the Oval office burst open and a dozen members of the Secret Service Burst in. "Mister President!? Are you alright?!" one of the agents yelled.

"I'm fine." the President stands up, looking around the Oval office. Besides the papers on the ground and the new secret service agents (and the now-gone glowing sphere), nothing had changed. The desk was still standing, the were upright, the U.S flags were still draped down on their poles, eight teenagers were scattered face down across the couches, and the paintings were still on the wall-

Wait a second.

The U.S President and General Hitwalker blinked.

There were eight teens lying unconscious across the couches in front of his desk. All of them in rather colourful clothing.

And several secret service agents had their pistols trained on them.

General Hitwalker summed up the situation quite nicely. "Where the fuck did those kids come from?"

One of the agents cautiously approaches one of the teens and flips them on their back. Hitwalker could swear that the President's jaw slam into the floor.

The kid was nearly identical to Jaune Arc from RWBY.

Suddenly it then explains why all the kids looked very familiar. They were teams CFVY and JNPR.

And all of them baring wounds.

"GET A MEDIC!" The President Ordered.

Are you familiar with those fics where the characters of RWBY end up on Earth and encounters a fan who helps them out? How come we never get a fic where said Fan actually has the power to do something?

The only fics where the people who find out about RWBY and Friends to help out and have the power to do so is RWBY AND Earth, and Emergence.

Also, I do enjoy working with teams JNPR and CFVY more than RWBY.

Anyways, this is just a one-shot I typed up in a car, where the fans that get dumped with this problem are a U.S army general and the U.S President. If anyone wants to turn this into an actual story, you have my express permission.