Winter found herself in some foggy street. She couldn't recall when she had awoken nor did she remember why she was here in the first place.

Must be a dream, she concluded. Servants were real. Magic was real. Why couldn't a dream sequence? But why does it feel so real?

What made it strange to her was the thickness of fog that practically drowned everything around her. If it wasn't for the lit street lamps—never mind how old that they appear to and the lack of Dust to supply the power to them—she wouldn't have been able to see her own hand.

Then, she heard the sounds of a horse carriage. Yet another oddity that made it certain for her that it was simply a dream. Yet, she still couldn't quite wake up from it.

A few women were heard giggling from inside and the men were staring out of the window. Winter couldn't tell what their expressions were; she could only make out the shadowy figures that resembled people.

Her sword was missing. In fact, much of her attire was missing and was replaced with something else. The dress was still fanciful enough but certainly not one that Winter would use.

The first drops of rain fell on her head. Finding shelter, the fog seemed only to thicken as the rain intensified. The lamps' flames resisted the dousing water, protected by the metal over the fires.

Then, Winter heard the sounds of moaning from the building whose roofs she took shelter under. She groaned. She was by a brothel. She couldn't be seen anywhere near here. Not only would having a Schnee nearby such a place be scandalous, it was also a horrid place for someone like Winter. The stench of alcohol and smoke informed her that this wasn't a savory part of the town.

She was in some kind of slum. The filth of the streets had begun to fill her nose. She moved elsewhere. Let the rain come and let herself be drenched in it if she must. Not like that part mattered since the rain lasted so short and faded away.

The fog began to clear a little. The streets were still submerged in the sea of mist but Winter could make out what was happening better at least.

Someone bumped into her. A drunk by the scent of it. A hand came over Winter's shoulders and she moved back on instinct. It was a woman's hand.

"Oh dear," the woman said. "This fog must be quite thick. I didn't see you there, dear."

"It's alright. I myself am getting out of the rain."

Then there was a pause. The woman, still shrouded in the strange mist, seemed to scan Winter from head-to-toe.

"You're not from around here," she said. "Are you lost?"

"I'm not, no. But it is fine. I… I can find my way back."

"Well you better find it soon. You don't want to be seen out here in this parts, fine lady like yourself. Ah, but where are my manners? I am Mary Ann Nichols."

"Winter Schnee." Winter looked away. "Well… it wouldn't be that way for long."

"You're engaged? Now that gives more reason on why should be back home. Is he a good man?"

Winter nodded. "The best man I've ever known."

"Dear that's what we all women say."

"He's a good doctor, a soldier, a lawyer, and many other things if he could get his interests in."

"My, my, does he even have time for you?"

"He always sets aside time." Tomorrow was supposed to be that time with their video calls.

"Well, I won't tell you how to live your life. No, ma'am, that is for you to live it. If it really is someone you care for, then I shall keep my mouth shut. Ah, but this is where we part ways, farewell!"

"I bid you farewell, Mary."

"Oh please, call me Polly. For what little it is worth, here's another piece of advice. Try not to go out these streets alone, dressed like that. You never know what scoundrels could think of when it comes to lovely ladies like yourself."

"I think I can manage." Winter was a huntress, after all.

Winter walked a separate direction. There was still no noticeable landmark, not one that she could figure out and find her way back at any rate. Dream or not, everything around her feels real enough.

Sound of a body thumping on the ground caught Winter's attention. It had come from Poly's direction. Time and experience as a huntress meant that she had honed her senses. As a specialist, she was no stranger of human lives being in danger when it came to the urban setting.

She had no weapon but Winter was trained in unarmed combat. As she jogged her way to the source of the sound, she loosened arms and cracked her knuckles.

But she was too late, the body of Polly was already on the ground. There was another figure on top of her, cutting Poly open.

"Halt!" Winter called out.

As expected, the moment he was caught, the murderer ran away.

Winter chased the murderer. Polly may have been a prostitute but she was still a concerned citizen. Winter may not have her weapon with her but she wasn't about to let it stop her. She was a soldier, a specialist. That meant that she had some hand-to-hand training. There was no one else around to help though Winter tried to shout. With how late or early it was, everyone else was still asleep.

"Got you!" Winter gripped the murderer's shoulders tight. "You are under arrest! Anything you say—"

Winter paused and her eyes widened as the murderer's face revealed itself to her.

"Hello, my dear," Hyde said. "Fancy seeing you this side of London. Care to join little miss Polly? Shouldn't have come to the Whitechapel district. People would pay dear for someone like you, my dear." Hyde cackled.

Winter felt something sharp, and made of metal, thrust inside of her.

/-/

Winter gasped as she got up from her bed. On instinct, she placed her hands on her gut, trying to stop the non-existent bleeding. Adrenaline ran high before Winter calmed down.

She got up from her bed and dried out the beads of sweat that had suddenly formed. Her head began to hurt. She hadn't drunk anything. She must have been too tired.

"Everything about you, Hyde, is making me nuts," Winter said to herself. "I suppose it would come up eventually. I'd have to face that reality soon."

Her throat felt dry. A little refreshment and it was back to bed. Jack was sleeping innocently as she was having whatever pleasant dreams that was causing her to smile like that.

"Look at me, father," Jack said in her sleep. She giggled. "Like father, like daughter."

Winter raised the blanket up to Jack's shoulders. How sweet. Part of Winter wondered if she should be jealous, thinking that Jack would become a daddy's girl.

Thankfully for Winter, no further nightmares on that Whitechapel district were had that night.

One of the pleasant things about her new workplace was that once the weekend comes, Winter could genuinely sleep in. She still wakes early, the effect of having grown accustomed to it. But that didn't mean that she would have to work all day anymore. No additional tasks and no need to investigate any sort of thing. She was free to do as she wished in these times.

For Winter, that usually meant training. With her new office work, she would have to dedicate some time purely on keeping her senses and abilities sharp.

Training bots were the norm for her at this point, followed by Glyph training. There was a third addition there but that one had to be kept away from most others or disguised within her current regiment: Maiden powers.

It was a difficult thing. She was used to having only her Semblance around that the use of these newly gifted powers made her feel like she was getting smacked around by her mentors again. There was no one there to mentor her this time. Had Amber stayed for a while, Winter would have asked for notes. All she knew was that Maiden powers could replicate the effects of any Semblance known so far, in addition to being able to summon these Servants.

Aura Amplification. Speed. Flight. Senses. All sorts of things were being practiced by Winter as she sought to find the limits of her Maiden powers. The senses, in particular, needed to be eased into. Suddenly having the most refined hearing where she could hear heartbeats of some passerby far away was not something she needed, mainly because it made her more sensitive to the sounds closer to her.

Sword forms were refined and meditations lasted longer than last time. Winter finished her training as was expected of any Schnee. Right now, there was no other audience than a clapping Jack. She was following in her mother's footsteps as Jack made a poor imitation of the sword forms that Winter had just practiced.

"Mother! Mother!" Jack called as Winter lifted her up. "When I grow up, I want to be a huntress just like you!"

"Well," Winter replied. "I suppose we could begin your training early. Though it is a shame that your father wouldn't be around."

"That's okay." Jack nodded. "I'll be at Bacon where father works, and he can teach me there."

Already thinking ahead, and already eliciting jealousy in her. Well, at least Jack is trying for both of them. No need for any parental conflicts between Winter and Jekyll. Winter did not miss that mispeak of Jack.

Only Hyde, Winter thought. Only Hyde would be a problem. Even if it had been possible, how would Winter even begin?

Back in the Schnee manor, Jack was having her, and Winter still hadn't expected it, tutorial sessions with Whitley. Winter was there in the background, always making sure that Jack wasn't being molded according to Jacques' whims. Yet, Whitley genuinely was doing a rather proper job at it. The only part that Winter could criticize is Whitley's discouragement of Jack from the life of a huntress. Whitley gave Winter sour looks for that.

"I confess ignorance of everything you claim, sister," Whitley said. "I am only suggesting that Jack might consider the consequences of such a… dangerous profession."

Had it been any other time, Winter was sure that Whitley meant barbaric. Winter looked at her scroll and looked at the daily news. With the Vytal festival being held in Atlas, security measures are taking place. While Vale may have been lax in its security measures, Atlas always took it seriously.

Suspected White Fang activity had been down with many members and sympathizers keeping themselves to a low-enough profile. Word on Sienna Khan and Adam Taurus had been scarce. Last Winter had heard, Sienna Khan was absent from Menagerie. Intelligence had reason to believe that Sienna was getting involved personally again. There had been no schism among the White Fang after Adam's attempted assault on Beacon. Not like the White Fang could claim it on account of whatever Cinder Fall had transformed into that time.

Then, there was Jacques' run for office. Using Jack's orphaned status, Jacques tried to portray himself as someone who cares for the little ones. He cares for the children that have lost their parents, even pointed to the failures of the Happy Huntresses that such a thing still occurs. Never mind that Winter herself was a huntress but Jacques would say that the Schnee name is reliable in that regard, if he hadn't already.

There was also the concern of mister Utterson. Speculations have been raised about the identity of the mysterious backer of the Happy Huntresses and Jacques had been putting that question in the spotlight, questioning the goodwill of the man if he had to keep himself hidden from any sort of scrutiny.

Robyn's maneuvering around it was being tested. But she couldn't keep it up forever. Jacques goal was simple: get people to question the anonymity of mister Utterson and reveal his true identity. The only plus side to this whole ordeal was that mister Utterson himself already knew of this. It was a matter of finding the right reasons for keeping himself a secret from everybody, something that Jekyll already knew since the beginning, being the man behind Remnant's mister Utterson.

It wasn't as though Jacques had his own skeletons. For one, his interest in running for office was one that could be raised. Jekyll's Dust alternatives had become a rising rival to the SDC. If it wasn't for Dust, the SDC's own reputation would have plummeted as many would boycott it without question.

Some still do as they sought smaller businesses to support. The SDC's hold on anything involving Dust was simply too much to let go, and they determined the laws pertaining to Dust, something that Jacques now takes a personal hand in.

Dust alternatives didn't have that. Laws and regulations didn't come into play just yet; such is the case for anything new. While that opened the business to exploitation, Jekyll prepared for it, being a legal man himself. Dust alternatives were a close-guarded secret, one that many of the Happy Huntresses knew how to keep, as much as Robyn herself detested the use of all that secrecy.

The Happy Huntresses also knew how to regulate themselves. Once Robyn would win office, Jekyll had plans to regulate it and have it out into the public. Some were already being used, wind, solar, and most notably, coal and oil. On Remnant, these resources were essentially untapped with only the far-flung settlements, having no access to Dust at all, could use. Jekyll had the advantage of his time period to bring it up.

But their main selling point was always medicine. Dust-infused medicine was an interest of Jekyll when he had been studying in Atlas. It wasn't his academic field but he did keep at it on the side. Winter lost herself many times once he spoke in that jargon of his. It was an endearing trait to see though; he was like a happy child.

Thus far, the main focus had been their platforms. As much as Winter despised to admit it, Jacques had the more solid foundation and she had only herself and Jekyll to blame on that front. Robyn prioritized the people of Mantle, to a point that she was neglecting Atlas' citizens. Not only was Jacques playing to both sides, because of Jack, he even showed that he cared for those of outside settlements, pointing to Winter's contribution while conveniently leaving out Jekyll's part in the matter.

I suppose I wouldn't be welcomed among the Happy Huntresses in the near future, Winter thought.

An alarm rang and Winter knew that it was that time again. More than anything, this time was always dedicated to that call. It might be some kind of routine that most others would eventually find demanding given the work load of people like Jekyll and Winter, but they had to if only to keep on public appearances. Winter already kept herself out of the media's interviews just for this reason; it was only a matter of time before they start digging into it anyway. She'd rather have something somewhat truthful to tell.

At first, Jack hadn't been quite as aware of this alarm but she learned quickly. Whitley looked visibly frustrated as the tutorial session ended abruptly but it was time for a different family. From Schnee to Jekyll.

Jack had a hop to her step that could only endear even the most cynical of passersby. Had there anyone around with a peculiar distaste for the youth, Jack could melt even their cold hearts, most of them anyway.

Mother was still there. Willow Schnee was still drowning herself in drink. What even was the goal of this? Alcohol poisoning? Some say that alcohol dulls the emotions and senses, an argument raised in its favor against the Grimm. But there was no Grimm around the Schnee manor unless Winter or Weiss decided to summon one. There were the Arma Gigas for their summons but those were absent and Whitley wasn't about to train to become a huntsman; he was too old for it.

No words were said. Willow Schnee was already knocked out cold.

Suddenly, Whitley spoke from behind them saying, "not even Jack could worm her way into mother, sister. I suggest you give it up."

There was a defeated tone in his voice.

"Why is grandmother sleeping out there?" Jack asked. "Won't she get bitten by mosquitoes out there?"

"Not in this cold climate, she isn't," Whitley answered. "Mosquitoes don't exactly thrive in colder environments." Winter heard him mumble the rest: "And what colder environment can you get if not here?"

"Jack," Winter said. "Let's not keep father waiting." She lifted Jack in her arms. She turned and said to Whitley: "thank you."

"You're already doing better than she ever did." Whitley didn't even try to lower his voice, not like mother would hear it. "You and Henry both."

"You know Klein was more of a father than father ever was," Winter said.

"I know." Whitley nodded. "Wouldn't it still be nice if we all were? A family?"

Winter paused. She looked to Jack who looked back at her, innocent face in all of this.

"Yes," Winter said with a weak voice. "That would be nice."

"Make sure that you don't repeat our mistakes, Winter." Whitley turned around. He held back a burp. He massaged his jaw.

Winter wanted to say something there. Pumpkin Pete was still a common sight around the manor. But not now. Right now, she had that video call to attend to.

Jack waited impatiently as Winter set up the call. Whoever called first didn't really matter in the slightest. Sometimes it was Winter, other times it was Jekyll. This was one of the latter ones. Every time, Jack would be the first to greet, taking up the entire screen.

On the other side, Jekyll appeared neat enough. He hadn't been waiting for them for that long. Between the two of them, Jekyll appeared more exhausted.

"Busy week?" Winter asked.

"With Atlas hosting this year's Vytal tournament, we've been making preparations on the selection process on the representatives," Jekyll replied. "Ozpin is planning on hosting a mini-tournament for the representatives… along with other matters that were covered in that meeting."

Salem. With someone like Arthur Watts, there was the chance that Salem had other agents that could listen in. They'd already know of Ozpin's pieces; it was only a matter of finding further connections. With that Assassin some months back, they might already know of a Maiden among the Schnee household. Winter hoped that they got the correct Schnee; there's no chance that she would allow any harm come towards Weiss.

"What about the intruder?" Jekyll asked. That meant the enemy Servant. They could say it was but they themselves couldn't be so sure if it was one of Salem's. It probably was but they couldn't say it, not with someone possibly listening in. "Any leads on them?"

"None." Winter shook her head. "It would be safer to say that they left Atlas after their failed attempt."

Or they have accomplished their goal, whatever it may be, Winter did not say.

"And Jack?" Jekyll couldn't ever forget the little one taking up the entire view of the camera even if he tried. "How's my little specialist?"

"A-okay, sir!" Jack saluted. "Target is secure and safe. No harm will come to mother so long as I'm around!" Then, Jack changed her voice to mimic a machine. "I'll be back!"

She's been watching action movies, hasn't she? Winter thought, amused. Then, a frustrated thought entered her mind. Whitley Schnee, you better not have introduced any profanities to Jack this early!

Jack did not actually leave. If anything, Jack took the entire screen that Winter had to hold Jack back, much to the protests made.

"Oh, and before I forget," Winter said. "You and whoever represents Beacon might want to consider looking into some masks. Apparently, this year's Vytal Dance has a masquerade theme to it."

Jekyll, predictably, had concerns. "Wouldn't that make it a problem with the White Fang over there?"

"I wouldn't be surprised if there were White Fang masks at the dance." Winter deadpanned. "Mister Ball's patron requested it and neither the general nor father saw any reason to contest it. Well, father doesn't see a problem. The general couldn't find a convincing argument against it. If anything, they saw reason for something special today."

"Maybe the patron is simply interested in joining the dance."

"I wouldn't be surprised in the slightest. Never met her, but I am sure that she'll be there and keep some kind of mystique about her."

"That's the same opera house that sought out Weiss to be their lead, right?"

"I doubt that they would go this far to recruit Weiss, Jekyll. They would be quite dedicated for that. Besides, with father funding their current repairs, it wouldn't surprise me if father himself were to become a patron of the place and use it for other things."

There was a moment that Winter hesitated. Why did she feel like some teenage girl right now? They are technically engaged!

"Jekyll," Winter asked. "You're going to this year's Vytal Festival, right?"

"Ozpin would have me go even if I didn't want to," Jekyll replied. "Someone has to look out for the other Servants. Then, there's Vlad."

"Ozpin is planning on sending you against him?" There was a moment that Winter feared.

"Not to fight," Jekyll replied, ignorant of that moment's weakness from Winter. "Between myself, Jack, Fran, and whoever that Caster from Vacuo is, I am the least threatening existence to him. He would let his guard down around me, and my goal is simply to gather information about Raven."

"Ah." Winter relaxed. "Raven wouldn't be allowed out just yet, even on good behavior."

"It wouldn't be surprising that Vlad would attend it. I am hoping that we could get an idea on who the other Servant was if nothing else. I will handle Vlad while Ozpin confronts Leo."

"Can I be there too, father?" Jack asked.

"Of course," Jekyll replied. "I don't think there's any problem with having Jack come along, right?"

"She'll be my date," Winter added. She then made sure that Jack looked at her in the eye. "Of course, I am expecting a dance from my daughter."

"Yes, mother!" Jack saluted.

"That's my little specialist." Winter followed suit. She returned to the screen. "Well, at least I have something to report to miss Hill."

"The election cycle actually doing poorly for her?"

"For as long as mister Utterson keeps his identity a secret, there will always be questions for why he would keep himself anonymous if his only wish is to help people."

Jekyll sighed. "I suppose that is going to be an obstacle. With Utterson being a known backer for Hill, that leaves her open to scrutiny. Has there—"

"There hasn't," Winter interrupted. "Journalists may have tried but they have yet to find even a lead. I've seen a few say that it was Robyn herself, though."

"I guess I should at least try something once I get there."

The two went on for hours. Even when they had run out of topics, they kept talking about anything that popped into their minds. One in particular popped into Winter's.

"Hopefully I'll have a pleasant night's sleep this time," Winter said.

"Bad dreams?" Jekyll asked.

"I think I've seen a part of this London you and Jack came from." The memory of that person in the dream still clear to her. "Oh, and I'd like to say that it wasn't your fault, Jekyll. It was Hyde."

"What was?"

There. If Jekyll couldn't remember those actions, surely that meant that Hyde and he were separate. "Mary Ann Nichols. I believe that she was one of Hyde's victims."

"No, she wasn't." Jekyll shook his head.

"Ah, you Servants are formed by your legends, yes?"

"Yes. But Mary Ann Nichols isn't one of mine, Winter. She's one of the canonical five."

"Canonical five?"

Jekyll nodded. "The first victim of Jack the Ripper."


AN: I might not get another chance to say it but a neat thought came to me: Jekyll and Hyde is Fate's historical Jack the Ripper. So we know that in Fate, Sherlock has canonically met with Jekyll and Helena, the latter being a genuine historical figure. Now the Sherlock stories took place about 1880 - 1914 (A Study in Scarlet and His Last Bow respectively). Here's the thing: Jack the Ripper's cases occurred in 1888 - 1891, making it possible for Sherlock to have encountered Fate's historical Jack the Ripper.

Now for the interesting bit: IIRC, Jack the Ripper's cases had the description of having "anatomical" or "medical" knowledge in regards to the victims' grim fates. We know that Jekyll is a doctor himself and anyone familiar with the book would know the twist in regards to Jekyll and Hyde. Quite a stretch but considering that "Dangerous Game" is named after the musical song number and said song involves a prostitute further adds coincidence to these two. There's also the fact that JnH and Jack share the same number of qualifying classes thus far: Berserker (courtesy of Prototype for JnH and Strange Fake for Jack) and Assassin.

I'd like to emphasize that this is crack and that it is circumstantial and a bit of a stretch even for me. I wouldn't be surprised if it was hard denied but I'd feel very vindicated if there was even a hint of this being possible. It doesn't work in-universe since the JnH book was originally published in 1886, before the Ripper cases. Since Fate's JnH profile says that he is the person the character is based on, that would mean that historical Jack would have to move up in timelines assuming similar chronology.

Still, a fun thought and partly influenced by the fact that there are two movies that combine elements of Jekyll and Hyde and Jack the Ripper (Dr Jekyll and Sister Hyde 1971 and Edge of Sanity 1989)