Doctor Schnee

Summary: Weiss never unlocked her Aura. Instead, she had an ambition to become a doctor. She became an incredible surgeon saving lives, that is, until she got caught in a car accident. Now, she must find a way to heal her shaky hands with a broken Aura beyond repair. Might have taken the whole "heal" thing a bit far, though. (changed canon!RWBY)

Characters: Weiss Schnee

Genres: Adventure, Romance

Rated: T

Language: English : English

Crossover: RWBY, Doctor Strange

End Notes: I JUST SAW THIS PICTURE ON TUMBLR AND I CAN'T EVEN RIGHT NOW! The picture belongs to luluchan1992 ! In this Fanfiction, Whitley is Weiss' twin, rather than little brother, if only for a reason you'll find later.

Season 1: Maiden | Arc 1: Doctor

Hey, guys! I can't stop making up ideas. I may as well just make a separate story made up of ideas I never quite finished. There's quite the lot~

Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY, that belongs to Monty Oum and Rooster Teeth, extensively. I do not own Doctor Strange, that belongs to Stan Lee and Marvel Studios, extensively. I do, however, own any and all OCs, as well as twisted plot/Canon.

Now, for the love of God, let this Fanfiction begin!

-= *Chapter 1: Prologue* =-

It was here that the mother and father of the Schnee family were being carted across Aether General, the main hospital of the Atlesian capital, Aether. The small black wheels of the silver cart rang as it flew across the white tiles.

Each of them were brought to the surgery wing of the hospital, dropping off the three concerned children of the Schnee family. Several bodyguards appeared behind them and hurried to the sides of each door after they shut behind the surgeon teams.

The double doors were situated right next to each other, each room branching off left or right. A large window was set in place to allow family members watch their relative being worked on. Whitley and Winter quickly made their way to the right window, while Weiss, alone, sprinted to the left window.

On the left, Weiss watched with growing anxiety as they worked on her father, Jacques Schnee. She hadn't much love for her mother - Whitley and Winter generated enough of that - and while she was disappointed in herself for never giving her mother a chance, she certainly didn't regret it.

Weiss watched as the team of 10 surgeons monitored her father's health and maintained it using metal tools and sticking them inside her unconscious father, who had been under anaesthesia. Weiss did not doubt her mother was in a similar position with a similar team of surgeon.

There was one thing out of the ordinary, however. She watched as a certain small object lit up at its screen near one of the monitors as a doctor clicked his fingers across it. 10 year old Weiss was fairly certain that this was, in fact, not a machine meant for monitoring health.

Weiss could hear it faintly, and was sure no one else would've been able to without being this close to the window.

It was music. The surgeon near her father's head was swaying a little to the music. This angered Weiss, but the man was still able to operate on her father, so her small mind gave way to the logic drilled into her from etiquette classes.

No one would allow such a thing unless it still allowed and/or improved performance, correct? she thought. Luckily for her, she was spot on.

Looking over to her right after hearing a muffled thump, she found Winter and Whitley finding something hard to believe. Teeth were clenched by both, worried faces etched, brows furrowed. Weiss could only assume her mother was failing to stay alive.

Weiss only stood there with her palms flat on the glass, face unreadable to the eldest Schnee who gave her a glance. Winter immediately surmised that her father was under better care than her mother.

Despite the split in parental opinions with the siblings, they were almost inseparable. Though, with their sides of the family publically shown as they looked through different windows, it was apparent enough for the surroundings doctors as they passed for their next tasks. The rumors would come sure enough, years later, not that the three siblings cared.

Another thump, and Weiss looked over again to see her siblings breaking down in tears. They placed their heads against the glass pane in defeat. Weiss finally allowed her a tear for her mother and she tried her best to tear her gaze away from her brother and sister.

Winter and Whitley noticed her shared sorrow before sitting down across the hall. It would seem at this moment, surmised Weiss, that they, too, will not give their other parent the time of day.

Weiss looked back through the window, finding her father's heartbeat stable (she thought it was despite being unable to read the monitor due to inexperience and she was too far to read the monitor anyway) and the team putting away tools. Weiss furrowed her brow.

The old man from earlier had looked to her, pulled down the mask he was wearing to show a man who wasn't quite that old. Her smiled at her and gave her a thumbs up.

Weiss sighed and gave a small smile herself as she brought her head down aways, eyes shut in relief. She supposed that was the best answer she would have for now as she was certain her father was in good care.

She would have to thank the man later.

-= *line break* =-

"-that you're in love with meeee~"

Weiss cringed at the music playing. She was fairly sure the music was older than her father.

"I can turn it off if you want," said the man as she stood in the doorway.

Weiss squeaked at being found so quickly and shuffled into the room and shut the door, turning to the man. Her face was mixed with anger and embarrassment. The man gave a hearty laugh as he shut off the music.

"How dare you make me make such an undignified yelp!" Weiss bellowed.

It only made him quiver with more laughter, causing her to stomp her foot and cross her arms.

"Ah, young Schnee," he said a bit sadly, easing her a little. "Why is it you have come to me?"

Weiss took in a breath and exhaled in a sigh, if only to calm her down. To her immediate relief, it worked, and she looked up to the man. "I would like to thank you for saving my father's life..."

She seemed a little more embarrassed now, having interlocked her fingers near right thigh and looking in the same direction, head tilted in a way that her eyes would reach floor rather than wall.

The man sighed, and replied, "You're very welcome, Miss Schnee. I still must apologize, however, for the loss of your mother."

"It's alright," Weiss spoke a little quickly. The man didn't push.

"If that's it, I apologize, but I must get back to-"

"Teach me."

A beat of silence.

"W-what?"

Weiss looked up at the man, hands at her sides, chest out (just as her father taught her) and gave him a rather strong look of determination (he would later figure that last out bit). "Teach me how to become a sur...sursh..."

"Surgeon," he corrected her. "I am unsure if-"

"Do it," she commanded.

"..." He gave no words, and she was unable to read the man's face. Now that she was much closer, she could begin to see him in much more detail. His hair was a rather unkempt mob of blond hair. It was fairly obvious that this man was in his late thirties or early forties. "Let me talk to my boss, Miss Schnee."

Weiss sighed before leaving the room.

She had a chance to save her father, and she was going to do it. She knew the surgery wasn't complete. She knew that much.

That wasn't going to stop her, though.

She'll make her father proud, if only to stop him from being his usual hardass self.

-= *End Chapter 1* =-

So, I'd like to get this across as many times as possible, because I'm sure people will be confused.

Weiss and Whitley are twins in this just to make sure someone can be the W of RWBY in Weiss' place, because this one is obviously not going to become a Huntress this time around.

The summary may change according to how I see fit with the chapters, because I think it would be fairly undignified for her to lose her ability to do surgery in a car wreck, and, besides, I should be more flexible in creativity and find another way how to fuck up her ability.

I'm mean, I don't care.

I'm not sure who I want to be the Dark Realm dude (whatever his name is) or the Ancient One. I was either thinking an Original Character or Amber. Other than that, I'm going to be changing the names around.

"Wants Earth the most," huh? I'm just going to make Remnant, like, the second most wanted. I want it to be parallel, not outright taking other character's places. I don't like mixing up characters to fulfil a role not theirs. I'm already taking liberties making Weiss a doctor like Stephen Strange just to fulfil the idea of, "I made a vow never to hurt someone, and I just took another's life!" Being a doctor fulfills that role.

I also don't like taking ideas from Earth because I'm completely inept in creating an idea that his more Remnant-like.

If you create a world separate from your own, I expect you to never take an idea from Earth. It is a whole other world, it should never have anything similar to Earth.

Though I shouldn't be talking. I just used, "Hooked on a Feeling," by Blue Swede.

Roles will be flipped, switched, added, or otherwise removed. Be ready. You'll notice elements from the movie, but there will be some obvious changes (if only because I cannot just copy and paste due to the movie not being released on disc yet).

Well, that's enough talking.

And now, for the love of God, let the next Fanfiction begin!