Look who's back with a new chapter of Love In Motion. It's me, SmashFiction 2015. No need to applaud. Anyways, I decided to surprise y'all with some late night posting of the newest chapter a week ahead of schedule. I had originally planned to do this every other week, but I had time, so I got this done in 5 days! Yay! Anyways, enough babbling, let's get on with the story.

I own nothing in this story, especially Titanfall or RWBY.

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Chapter 2: Home Life and Names

As Weiss made her way back to her to her apartment she couldn't shake off the image of the girl in red. That shirt had clung been tight enough to reveal a few curves and those shorts gave Weiss a nice view of the girl's-.

Red and annoyed at herself, Weiss fumbled with her keycard to get her door open. The door hissed open and Weiss entered her apartment. It was a very spacious and collected place. Fur rugs and homey furniture generated a relaxing atmosphere. It wasn't really Weiss's style, she preferred more white and stainless steel, but her roommate had insisted. Just then, her roommate entered. "Hey Pyrrha," Weiss greeted her casually.

Her roommate was one of the most famous athletes Mars had seen. She was a champion boxer that decided to pursue a new career on the expanding Frontier. Most people went as engineers or security grunts, but Pyrrha's skills most easily translated to one of the free-spirited pilots for hire. Her tastes and general disposition told of her origin from a farm in Mid-West America. That's why the apartment was decorated in such a warm fashion.

"You're home early," the red-head remarked. Usually Weiss was out until late evening, conditioning or training in the gym. Weiss sighed and dropped her bag on the floor with a loud clank.

"I was tired and decided to take my off day today," Weiss explained. No way was she going to admit that she had gone home early to avoid that girl in red. "Uh-huh," Pyrrha didn't look convinced, but didn't press the point. "Well, I was expecting you to be back so soon," Pyrrha said with a nervous laugh.

That's when Weiss noticed that her roommate was looking a little flushed. And the hoody that Pyrrha was wearing looked unfamiliar.

"Don't tell me," Weiss started. She was interrupted by a man's voice. "Pyr, who's there?" It came from down the hallway. A man walked into the room and his eyes went wide at the sight of Weiss.

"Who. The hell. Is this?" Weiss growled at Pyrrha. Her roommate laughed again, sounding even more nervous. "W-Weiss, this is Jaune. Jaune, this is Weiss, my roommate."

The man was blonde with bright blue eyes and he seemed to be muscularly built, with a attentive stance. His face had a hint of babyishness, but a few lines betrayed stress and worry. Jaune chuckled and held out a hand to Weiss, "Sorry about to intruding. Me and Pyrrha were just on a date."

Weiss rolled her eyes but shook his hand. His grip was firm and his hands were cover in calluses. "It's okay. I just snapped because I was tired," Weiss sighed as a fresh wave of exhaustion slammed into her. A hint of something caught Weiss's eye as Jaune's arm pulled back to his side. She narrowed her eyes and turned to Pyrrha. "Pyrrha. Can we have a word in private?"

The crimson haired girl nodded and they stepped into the kitchen nearby. "Did I see what I thought I saw?" Weiss hissed accusingly.

Pyrrha turned pink and looked to her toes. "I don't know what you saw, but-," Pyrrha was cut off by Weiss's hand clamping over her mouth. "Why the hell did he have an ID tattoo? And why was he wearing grunt fatigues?"

"Well, you're right. He is a grunt and he just got off base, but I don't see a problem." Pyrrha pried Weiss's hand off. Weiss snorted with derision. "The problem is that his lifestyle isn't compatible with yours. What do you think will happen when the IMC ships him out to the Frontier? Or what if you go there yourself and he gets stuck back here?"

Pyrrha shrugged and put a hand on Weiss's shoulder. "I know you're only worrying because you care for me, but Jaune and I have gone over these situations. You gotta give us credit for that. I'll go where he goes and he'll go where go, even if we have to join the Militia."

"Don't even joke about joining those deranged rebels," Weiss pushed Pyrrha's hand away. "Whatever. I don't care anymore. I'm going to bed." Weiss stepped out and made her way to her room pausing only to grab her bag from the floor.

When Weiss got to her room, she slammed the door and sat down with a sigh. Great, now I have two things to worry about, Weiss thought as she began unpacking her equipment.

Weiss tossed her dirty uniform in a hamper and plugged her jumpkit into its charging station. It hummed and pulsed its jets as it ran diagnostics. Satisfied with how she had cleaned out her bag, Weiss hopped into her bath and let her stress melt away in the hot water and foam.

After a half hour or so, Weiss reluctantly drained the bath and began her bedtime ritual. She brushed her teeth and removed her knee braces. The doctor who had helped her through the rigorous augmentation process had recommended that she take them off every night to prevent calf atrophy and allow her knees to get a little more use. She had to have them on during the day though: the jump kits were hell on your knees.

Weiss brushed her hair and sat down at her work desk. She powered up her computer and cleared away the clutter from today's notes. The white-haired pilot began working on her homework. By the time she had finished, Weiss's clock read that it was a bit after midnight. Weiss got into her bed, gathered her blankets around her and fell into a sleep troubled with images of the girl in red.

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Weiss started awake to the sound of her alarm going off with a buzz. She slammed the innocent machine until it went quiet. Slowly, Weiss dragged herself out of bed and prepared for her day ahead. After she had brushed her hair and donned a fresh uniform from her closet, Weiss made her way into the kitchen. She grabbed an apple and some yogurt before throwing in couple of granola bars into her bag. Her morning bleariness cleared as she slammed back a cup of coffee and Weiss left a note reminding Pyrrha to do the laundry before dashing out the door.

The walk to the training facilities wasn't far but Weiss decided to practice with her jumpkit. The jets responded easily and Weiss found herself lost in exhilaration as they launched her through the Martian atmosphere. Her boots scrabbled for purchase as she ran onto the wall of an office building. The morning workers looked in awe as they saw a pilot dash by, a few waved or even took photos. Weiss waved back, but tried to stay concentrated on falling off the slippery glass. Weiss made a mental note to stick to more forgiving surfaces like plastic or concrete.

A few minutes later, Weiss was almost to the training center and she was sitting on the top of a cargo truck enjoying her breakfast. The apple was crispy and sweet and went well with the yogurt's sharp acidity. The girl fed the remains of her meal into her jet's reactor and her fuel bar barely twitched upwards. She slipped her helmet back on and jumped off the truck before it went under a bridge.

Weiss landed in the middle of a busy sidewalk, narrowly avoiding a couple in suits who were heading to work. With a quick apology, Weiss boosted onto a billboard and jogged on top of it earning a few gawks. People were always in awe of pilots, most considered them the very pinnacle of modern science; combining the natural processing power of the human brain with agility and power provided by the feats of engineering that gave them the capability to move in any direction they wished. Wiess found it funny that they didn't give the same glamour to ship salvagers, who wore identical gear minus the combat armor and enough firepower to vaporize a city block.

She was rudely jerked out of her thoughts as a red blur dodged past Weiss and settled in front of her. Weiss's gut twinged in anger as the other pilot flew away down the street, barely stopping to run on a wall, preferring to use them to gain more speed. The white-haired pilot kicked off the wall and landed on the street, sliding underneath a car as it roared by. Without a drop in momentum, Weiss leapt after the figure, jumping from vehicle to vehicle, occasionally dashing off a wall or billboard.

Slowly, Weiss caught up to the figure and she felt a small bit of pride mixed in with the adrenaline. The figure abruptly stopped. Weiss let out a small yelp as she barreled into the figure, sending them both tumbling to the ground.

Weiss slowly came to her senses and sat up. Her shoulder hurt where she had run into the other pilot and her helmet was lying somewhere in the grass. Her kit rattled and buzzed as it tried to recalibrate itself after the collision.

Someone nearby groaned and Weiss shuddered as she realized that it was coming from underneath her. She rolled away and stood up away from the figure. Weiss paled when she saw who's face it was underneath the helmet.

The girl in red sat up with another groan and clutched her head. "Owie," she muttered, "I knew I shouldn't have wasted time baking those cookies." Then she noticed Weiss and jumped to her feet. "Ohmygodimsosorryididntmeantorunintoyou-," she started before turning red and clearing her throat. Weiss was still dazed as she stared at the girl's rosy cheeks and pinkish nose. Silver eyes met hers and Weiss looked away.

"You should've watched where you were going, you dolt," Weiss decided to opt for refuge in anger. "If you hadn't stopped so suddenly, we wouldn't have slammed into each other. Why were you even rushing so fast to get here? Why aren't you apologizing to me?" The girl in red shrunk underneath the barrage of questions, looking ashamed.

"I am so sorry, I only stopped because this is the entrance of the facility," she explained. Weiss turned pink as she realized the girl was right.

"Still, you should have predicted that I was coming. Pilots are supposed to be aware of everything around them," Weiss chided the girl. "Anyways, I didn't catch your name." The girl's shame turned to confusion as Weiss suddenly switched gears.

Weiss held her fingers crossed behind her back, trying to get a name for her one true competitor, rather than a title like 'the girl in red'. That felt kinda stupid and cliché, like that told show How I Met Your Mother.

The girl recovered and stuck out a hand, "Name's Ruby, Ruby Rose. Pilot-in-Training and daughter of Specialist Summer Rose Pilot, First Class."

Sike bitch, I suck at writing so I decided this might as well be my stopping point. I took some liberties in this chapter, mostly with how the gear works and how pilots interact with civilians. If you have any ideas or suggestions, PM me or leave a review. Other than that, I would appreciate more follows n stuff.

Oh and here is a quick explanation of Titanfall for people who don't know what Titanfall is. Pilot's are just augmented soldiers with special boosters that allow them to do cool parkour stuff, like double jumping and wallrunning. Grunts are simple foot soldiers and they tend not to associate with pilots. Specters are robotic infantry and are generally tougher than grunts, but much weaker than pilots. Pilots also have giant mechs they can use called Titans, which can be orbitally inserted, hence the name Titanfall. See? Not much else to learn.

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