Chapter 1
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Gone. It was gone. All of it. The academy was ruined, the students had left, and Ozpin. Ozpin had….
'That idiot.'
It was nighttime, and Glynda Goodwitch stood on the plaza, looking at what was left of Beacon Academy after the attack. It had been a week since then, and it was still an absolute mess. The Grimm definitely did what they were supposed to do. Now, there was this. Glynda looked down with a heavy heart. She felt like she was at rock-bottom. Ozpin was gone. The academy destroyed. And whoever did all of this, whoever planned all of this, was probably still out there. She could feel it. She knew that even though this whole attack had happened, there was something else.
She had searched every inch of the wreckage of the academy of Ozpin or the person who might have killed him. She found nothing. So, she knew that there was something up. Something was coming, and she knew it.
But what was she going to do? Wait and see what would happen, follow her suspicion, or….
… try to track down who killed Ozpin herself?
Waiting was no good. Her feelings might be correct and something bad might happen. And if that was the case, then what? Investigate? No good either. Where would she start? Detectives don't simply investigate cases based on" feelings". That only happens on TV. And she was no detective. TV or otherwise. She had nothing to search for or with. But she couldn't just do nothing, so she would do the only thing she could think of doing. She would search for Ozpin's murderer. But she wouldn't do it herself. She couldn't. She knew that. She would need help. And she knew just the one to help her. She got out her phone (A/n I'm saying "phone". It's clearer for me) and sent a text to a number. It was a simple text with a simple message,
"He's dead."
She pocketed her phone and waited. She didn't have to wait long, however, because about ten seconds later, she heard a noise behind her. The wind started kicking up and she turned around to see a blue box with the words "police public call box" slowly appearing out of thin air. When it was fully visible, a door on the side of it opened and a man with graying hair and wearing a suit and tie stepped outside, closed the door behind him, and turned to her. The only other man in the universe that Glynda would trust with her life.
"Hello, Doctor." She said, smiling.
"Glynda." The Doctor replied, nodding, "Hello. I got your message."
"So, I see. I also see you have a new body."
"I do. Lost my last one in unfortunate circumstances."
"Your dress sense hasn't improved much." Glynda nodded to his dark suit and his red and black coat.
"Not by much. I can see I missed a lot." He looked at the wreckage of the academy.
"Quite a lot indeed."
"So," He walked up next to Glynda, "He's really gone."
"…yes." Glynda said, nodding slightly, "He really is."
They looked at the destroyed academy for a few seconds, but soon it became too much for her to bear.
"Doctor!"
She broke down, threw herself at the Doctor, hugged him and just cried. This action surprised him for a second, but soon, he returned the hug. Glynda couldn't contain her tears anymore and just let herself go.
"Doctor! Doctor, why! That idiot! Doctor, he died! He died! Oh, Doctor, he died! Why?! Why?"
The Doctor just hugged her. And they stood there. In front of the ruins of what used to be the greatest hunting academy in the world. Now reduced to ruin.
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I've had this idea for a while, and I wanted to put it down before I lost my motivation for it. The Doctor knew Glynda, Ozpin, and every other teacher at the academy as the 11th Doctor before the RWBY characters we knew showed up. Now he's here as 12 to help Glynda kick ass and take names. Don't go anywhere, because I'll be uploading the next chapter post haste.