Okay guys, so the authors note from the last chapter was written awhile ago, I actually passed my law enforcement entry exam, and now I'm in the background check phase. And the paperwork sucks. Like the amount of paperwork I've had to fill in or send in is driving me nuts.

Anyways, I want to get back to the wholesome fic before I start to get too deep into crack again.

AJ won't be making an appearance for awhile, but when he does you'll understand why.

"So what exactly is the plan now?" Jem asked as he sat around the table with everyone else.

"Well, General Ironwood and the Ace ops have already returned to Atlas. Team RWBY and JNPR will return to Beacon." Winter said as Jem looked over at this parents playing with the rat pack.

"And what about them?"

"Oh they will be returned home, along with their new family." Jem raised an eyebrow at that.

"Wait, you're seriously going to just let them go to Earth? Just like that? No freaking out over cultures clashing? No freaking out over more Faunus in a pure human society?" Jem couldn't help but feel this was too plot convenient.

"Either that, or they stay here and possibly starve." She said in a deadpan tone.

"...Okay that was harsh, but I doubt Ghira and Kali would let that happen." He was certain those two loved the rat pack just as much as his folks did. And they hadn't even known each other long.

Winter let out a small smile. She was glad that Jem showed some concern for the orphan group.

"While that may be true, your parents were rather insistent on it." Winter loved seeing Jem sigh in annoyance at it.

"Again, how is it when I get home, my room is nothing but storage, but now they suddenly have enough room to fit about seven extra kids?" Seriously, next thing he knew his parents were going to expand the house to make extra room for them.

"I think you're just jealous because you're not getting as much attention." Winter teased as he rolled his eyes.

"Not really, I stopped being little and cute a long time ago, but geez, at least throw me a bone!" He said as he suddenly knew how his one buddy felt when he left the army.

His buddy had the worst luck in the army. And when he finally got out, he went to move back in with his family while he searched for a new job and a new place. However, he soon found out afterward that his childhood bedroom had been given to his new stepsister. And his stuff was sold to charity.

"Here's a blanket and a pillow, you get the couch, go fuck yourself." Must have been the gist of that whole situation. (1)

Eventually he did get his own place. But that was certainly the opposite of a heartwarming family reunion. Seriously, talk about a shitty welcome home party. Jem sighed. But despite the slight annoyance he felt. He was genuinely happy for the rat pack. He did worry that his parents were getting in over their head though. They were starting to get old, and the energy of a bunch of kids could be taxing. But he shrugged it off. They would have his grandmother to help out.

Plus his two grandpas.

So there was always room for more people.

He could only imagine how big the thanksgiving feast was going to be now.

"So what about Dad and I?" Nala asked as she plopped down on the couch next to Jem.

"Well, I was thinking maybe you could come back with me to Atlas for now, it would be nice to show you around." Winter was actually grateful for this situation.

Walking around Earth was a learning experience for her, so she was always a little worried that she would make herself seem silly by saying the wrong thing or do something completely out of line. But here on Remnant, she didn't have to worry about the culture shock. For once she could be dignified knowing that she knew exactly how to act in society again.

"Atlas? Oh man, going big right off the bat." Jem couldn't believe it.

Even though he knew what happened to it in later volumes, it would still be bad ass to see. Besides, the odds of everything turning out exactly the same was low. For all he knew, Atlas wouldn't fall out of the sky this time. Either way, that was still close to a year away. Jem was certain they would have enough time to prepare. It wasn't like anything could possibly get worse.

"So where we going to stay?" Jem wasn't sure where Winter lived in the show.

"I have my own place close to base, theres plenty of room."

"Well, alright then, seems like a good idea." He said as Nala raised her hand.

"Yeah sweetie whats up?"

"You're not at all worried?" She asked as adjusting to Earth had been a little difficult for the other Teams at first.

"Nope, I mean come on, I'm on Remnant during peacetime, I look like a regular everyday civilian, and its before anything crazy happen, what shenanigans could I possibly get up to?"

Mantle

"Ugh." Melania had just placed her order for her weapon.

The only issue was that it was going to take a few weeks to finish. She had been awfully specific with the design of the weapon. So the blacksmith didn't want to cut corners with it. She knew she had to be patient, but she was excited to get it! She was actually surprised how simple it was to buy one. All she had to do was tell them exactly what she wanted and they went ahead and put in on a list to be crafted. No background check or nothing. Jem would love this place.

She walked back to the coffee shop. It had been closed for a few hours. But as always she was going back in to sleep on the couch as usual. She walked into the kitchen area and made herself some decaf tea to help calm her nerves and get ready for bed. She didn't have much right now but it was amazing how peaceful it had been for her since she arrived. Remnant was a whole other world and she was doing well.

Instead of being paid every two weeks, the coffee shop paid her once a week. But she made most of her money off of tips. She used to work as a waitress before, so she knew exactly how to get huge tips. Cherry on top was she had made her work outfit slightly more revealing, so lonely guys would be willing to tip more. Sex appeal always worked when it came to losers. That was a universal rule both on Earth and on Remnant.

The thing that did irritate her the most was that she knew she was going to have to work double shifts and try even harder to get bigger tips because her weapon had been expensive.

Good things cost a shit ton of money.

She rubbed her temples as she let her tea bag steep in her cup of hot water.

Very briefly she considered stealing money from the register. But she shook her head.

"No, I may be a pervert, but I'm not a thief."

Meanwhile back on Earth

Both sets of Jem's Grandparents were sitting in the living room. They were housesitting for a few days. Now normally, people would expect normal grandparents to be doing something nice, like playing a game of pictionary or scrabble. Jems grandparents were far from normal.

His grandmothers were in the kitchen cooking up a feast.

And his grandfathers were currently arm wrestling.

"Heh, good to see both of us still got some strength left in us." Jem's Grandpa Frank said as he had his WW2 veteran hat on as he looked across the table at his other Grandpa.

His other Grandpa was dressed in what appeared to be some kind of brown pt tank top and some jeans.

"I'm impressed, I got maybe 20 years on you, but you're still holding up." His Grandpa Reggie said with a slight south african accent.

"It a shame we got to get old isn't it?" Both men were starting to tire.

They finally called it quits when they realized it was going to be a stalemate.

"Getting old is a gift." Reggie said as he never once believed he would make it to this age.

"It may be a gift, but doesn't mean I'm not going to think about the good ol days." He said as he leaned back.

"Agreed, what I wouldn't give for something crazy to happen again." Reggie said as he cracked open a beer.

Both men knew that it was a gift to grow old and to see your family grow and to see new generations. But they were both old soldiers. They didn't particularly enjoy the war, but they missed the feeling of strength they once had. And there was only so much one could do to keep yourself strong as you got older. You could be the most physically fit guy with the mental strength of a god. But eventually your body would start to grow weaker. It was inevitable. They knew that. Their primes had come and gone. And while they missed that feeling of being unstoppable. They weren't unhappy by any measure.

"Well Bud, you never know, maybe we'll get lucky." Frank said as they clinked their beers together.

"Heh, I wish I had your optimism." Reggie took a sip of his beer.

"Ah geez, you couldn't have given me something bitter? You seriously had to give me one of Jem's Busch apples?" Reggie wasn't a fan.

Busch Apple may have been delicious. But he hated fruity drinks. Give him a nice pint of bitter anyday.

"Oh come on, lighten up a bit." Frank said as he took another sip.

It was a beer that actually tasted like a nice crisp apple. How could anyone dislike that?

"No, its one thing to be a redneck, but its another thing to be a redneck that can't handle normal beer!" Reggie reached into his jacket and pulled out a flask.

"Geez, why do you hate enjoying things so much?" Frank knew this was going to happen, and it was hilarious.

Reggie grumbled as he took a sip of scotch.

These were the moments that made him wish something would come along that would throw their lives for a loop.

He wanted to have one last crazy adventure before he got too old.

He just wished something would come along soon.

(1) Yes...my buddy in real life really is that unlucky.

Anyways, so now we have both of Jem's grandpas. I don't know if I stated if they were dead or not in previous chapters. But if they were, well they're alive now.

Now if you've been paying attention, you'll probably figure out what his Grandpa Reggie is.

I may have only introduced him in this chapter, but hints to his past are in keywords in previous chapters.