In for a Long Day
“Agreed,” Jaune muttered. “You ready to go face our teams.”
“Sure, it will be interesting at least.” Reese responded.
With those words the couple began making their way to Beacon, not knowing what craziness awaited them when they got back.
Pyrrha was still reeling from her morning, she had woken up in a hotel room just after noon with a girl she had never met. After a moment of panic, she figured out the girl’s name was Arslan Atlan and that she was a student from Haven Academy. The two of them had figured out both had been convinced by friends the go drinking the night before to relax and, in Pyrrha’s case, to celebrate her team’s entrance into the Vytal Festival Tournament. Neither girl knew where their respective partners had gotten off to but knew that they needed to get back to Beacon and connect with their teams before they thought to much of it. Pyrrha so far was just glad that Arslan seemed to be a pretty level-headed girl who honestly reminded her a lot of Ren. In the end, it had been her idea to head back to Beacon first instead of just searching the town for their partners. Since both girl’s scrolls were dead, they had no way of contacting anyone. They were currently waiting for the next bullhead to arrive to take them back to Beacon.
“Hey Pyrrha,” the dark-skinned huntress in training said, getting the amazon’s attention. “I think I found our partners,” she said, pointing at a girl with green hair holding a hoverboard under her arm with Pyrrha’s partner walking beside her heading towards the terminal.
Pyrrha felt so relieved seeing that her partner, as well as Arslan’s, was safe. She wondered why they were together, whatever the reason was she would know soon enough. “Jaune over here!” she called out waving her hand to get the attention of the other teens.
Jaune looked over in her direction and nudged the girl next to him gesturing to the two girls and began walking their way. As he got closer Pyrhha noticed that her partner seemed very tense, almost like he did just before he told her about his fake transcripts. Once he and the girl with him had gotten close enough to speak comfortably he looked at his partner, “Hey Pyrrha, good to see you are safe.” He looked at Arslan, “so, you must be Arslan? I’m Jaune Arc, Pyrrha’s partner.” He held out his hand to Arslan, she took hold of it and introduced herself.
“Yes, I am, and I see you have met my partner, Reese, already.”
“You could say that. We have had a bit of a crazy morning ourselves.”
Both Pyrrha and Arslan looked at Jaune, Pyrrha looked concerned while Arslan took a more serious look. “Jaune if you did anything to Reese, I will kill you.”
“Well, Arslan, before you go doing anything crazy,” Reese stepped in to make sure her team leader didn’t do anything that would get her in trouble, “you see, uh, the situation Jaune and I are in, um, kinda has to do with you two as well.” She finished her thought and looked at Jaune not sure how to proceed.
Jaune looked at his partner and sighed thinking it would probably be better to just get it over with, “Pyrrha, this is Reese, a student at Haven and, as of last night, my wife, and the part about you is… well, the two of you signed the certificate as witnesses.”
The two girl’s eyes went wide, both shocked at the news. Arslan looked like she was debating between pleading with Reese to forgive her for not stopping the marriage, or castrating Jaune.
Pyrrha was caught between killing Reese for stealing Jaune, beating Jaune senseless for getting married while drunk or just breaking down that her partner and secret crush was now married, and she had signed her approval. So, she took the middle road and fainted, as an announcement came over the speakers that the bullhead to Beacon had arrived.
“Whoa! Pyrrha!” Jaune shouted as he caught her, “Well, that is not what I expected, come on you two it looks like the bullhead is here.” The three teens started walking to the bullhead and boarded, with Jaune carrying Pyrrha. Taking their seats, Jaune placed Pyrrha next to Arslan and took the seat next to Reese across from them. When the other two girls looked at him quizzically he said, “I get motion sick easy, so I can’t keep an eye on her during the ride.” Both girls nodded their understanding as the bullhead took off. About half way through the ride Jaune’s scroll went off. Jaune pulled out his scroll and checked the message. “It’s from Professor Ozpin,” he said.
“Why would he be messaging you on the weekend?” Reese asked.
“I don’t,” *urgh* “know, let me open it,” Jaune pulled up the message and began reading it.
“Mister Arc, would you please report to my office with Mrs. Arc (formerly known as Miss Chloris), Miss. Nikos, and Miss Atlan. We received a notice that Miss Chloris’ name had changed last night, and we need to discuss what happened.”
“It looks like he wants us to go to his office,” *urgh* “when we get back to Beacon. He said that they got a message saying Reese’s last name had changed.”
“So, the teachers already know about this?” Reese asked her head drooping. “Today just keeps getting better.”
“Everything will be fine, I mean there must be a way to get out of this right?” Arslan asked looking between the two newlyweds. Pyrrha started to wake up at this point and looked around. Her three companions watched her carefully to make sure she wasn’t going to faint again.
“So, judging by where I am, I didn’t dream that Jaune said he and Reese were, you know, married,” the amazon said looking at her partner. When he nodded yes, she just looked at him still not quite believing him. “How do you know for sure?” she asked timidly.
“Well there are these,” Jaune removed the glove on his left hand showing the ring to Arslan and Pyrrha. Reese did the same to show a similar plain metal band, “and the fact that we found a marriage certificate in the room.”
Pyrrha rubbed her head, “How did this happened?”
“I don’t know but hopefully we can figure this out,” Arslan said. “Do you know who was the official for your marriage?”
“I didn’t even think about it. Jaune may I see the certificate?” Reese said holding her hand out to the sickly-looking knight. Jaune reached into his pocket and produced the paper. “Hmmmm, I can’t read it, the name is smeared. Sigh, why would we need to know Arslan?”
“If you want to get a divorce you need to know that info, without them you can’t annul the marriage. At least, that is how it is in Mistral where Reese and I are from,” Arslan explained.
“So, yet another reason we can’t just get a divorce. First Jaune’s family motto and now we can’t even legally do it until we find out who married us in the first place.” Reese looking like she was about break down. The other two girls looked at the skater and watching as she put her head in her hands for the trillionth time that morning.
“We will figure something out, Reese,” Jaune said surprising everyone by rubbing Reese’s back to comfort her. “I still don’t know that I can be held to my family motto, remember. I need to figure out how to tell my family what happened.”
“You two keep bringing up a family motto what is that about?” Arslan asked.
Jaune then explained about his family’s motto and how it could keep him from getting a divorce. “That is why I can’t just end this with out putting some serious thought into it. I also can’t seem to shake this feeling of Deja vu I’ve had since I saw the wedding rings.”
“What like you’ve done the this before?” Reese asked, giving Jaune a look that reminded him of her scared threats that morning. The other two huntresses in training matched her look.
“No, just this feeling like this isn’t the first time this scenario has happened. Like just a nagging feeling that somewhere another me has done the same thing.”
“Oh, right like there is another Jaune in another world that got drunk and married,” Arslan said sarcastically. Meanwhile in the Drunken Marriage Multiverse several other Jaune Arcs sneezed.
“All I’m saying is that even I know I’m way to calm about this. I also felt like I figured out what was going on to quickly, but I may just be imagining it.” Jaune reasoned the girls seemed satisfied with his answer, for now.
“Attention passengers. We will be landing at Beacon in five min, please be ready to disembark,” came the pilot’s voice over the intercom.
“Well about time,” Jaune mumbled, “I’m really starting to hate these things.”
The girls giggled at the statement knowing what he meant. The teens stood up and readied themselves for the landing. Once the bullhead had docked the teens walked off and began making their way towards CCT tower that held the headmaster’s office. When they reached the building, they were met with a very angry looking Glynda Goodwitch. “Um, Professor are we in trouble?” Jaune asked for the group.
“No Mr. Arc, you are not. The same can not be said for the man upstairs,” the students looked at the combat instructor confused. “You will understand once we are in Ozpin’s office,” she answered. She then lead the group to an elevator that was waiting, and ushered them inside. The headmistress then entered a code into the panel starting the elevator up to the top floor.
When the elevator doors open on the top floor the Jaune notices that Professor Ozpin is turned away from them in his chair. He stays with his back to the students until they are all standing across from him, and Glynda stood off to the side. He turned around in his chair and looked at the teens in front of him. “I assume Mr. Arc informed you all as to why you are here?” The three girls nodded and looked at the headmaster expecting him to elaborate on what he had said in his message. “Well, I believe we should discuss what happened. First off, I would like to see the marriage certificate if you do not mind.” Reese handed the professor the document. Ozpin took a moment to look over it before handing it back with a sigh, “I was hoping you would be able to read who the officiant was. That would at least make part of this discussion easier.”
“What do you mean professor?” Jaune asked confused by the man’s words.
“I was the officiant at your wedding last night, Mr. Arc,” Ozpin said, drawing gasps from the teens and a disappointed sigh from Goodwitch.