So, Series 12 has ended. And maaan are Whovians fucking pissed. Not helping matters is that Chibnall is coming back for a third season, buuut I'm inclined to think that somebody at BBC, much less the cast and crew, are bound to raise some complaints or something happens.

Still, I will give Chibnall this, he made a hell of a twist. Just wish it didn't twist the lore so damned much. But hey, optimistic for Series 13.

(If we get one, anyway.)

Doctor Who x RWBY Crossover:
"The Woman Who Fell To Remnant"

The woman-who-forgot-her-name smiled wryly as she sat in the infirmary, humming to herself while subject to what must have been the coldest glare she had seen in a long while.

"You know, your face will freeze if you keep that look up!"

The glare only grew worse in response. "Now, Glynda." Ozpin strode to his aid's side and attempted to placate her. "There's no reason for you to be so upset."

"Upset?" Glynda scoffed. "We are well past that point, Ozpin! Of all the reckless and irrational-! Do you even understand what you tried to do?"

"Touch a meteor?" the woman-who-forgot-her-name asked obviously. "I was only curious is all. I would have prodded it if somebody gave me the right tools, but in all honesty, I prefer touch. Speaking of, where'd you lot send that big rock anyway?"

"It is currently being examined by the Aerospace Valean Committee to determine its legitimacy, and whether or not it will be put into the Museum." Ozpin told her. Glynda gawked at him. "Oh, come now, Glynda. There's no harm in telling her that much, is there?" His aid still looked as if she wanted to protest further, but she could only glare at him too before turning her head and scowling. Chuckling at her reaction, Ozpin returned his attention to the woman-who-forgot-her-name. "At any rate, I do must ask that you exercise some level of caution during your stay here. It wouldn't do well for us if someone who came under our care managed to wound herself so grievously."

She blinked. "Beg your pardon? Sorry, when did I enter your care? Couldn't have been when I came smashing through Red Riding Hood's ceiling, would it?"

"If by 'Red Riding Hood' you mean Ruby Rose, that would be correct." Ozpin nodded. "Considering you found yourself on school grounds and clearly suffered some sort of injury, I must insist that you remain here at Beacon Academy until we can determine where we go from here. In the meantime, you said you cannot recall anything about yourself, yes?"

She grinned. "As blank as a canvas! Well, until you stain it with paint and ink, anyway. Or if you get dust on it. Or germs. And everything else in between. Sorry, what were we talking about?"

Port gave the woman-who-forgot-her-name a heart laugh. "Well, aren't you a flighty one! Reminds me of whenever poor Barty got drunk!"

"I was not this bad!" Oobleck protested fiercely. "At the very least, I was coherent enough to remember a good portion of what I said!" A pause. "At least up until you started performing the mating call of a Vacuoan Dungbat."

The woman-who-forgot-her-name rose an eyebrow at that. "Dungbat? As in, a flying poop rodent?"

"Oh no, the name is actually quite misleading! You see, the Dungbat is actually-"

Ozpin cleared his throat and ceased the conversation before it could become further derailed. "As fun as it is, discussing the peculiar events I've discovered my staff in, may we please return to the topic at hand?" The teachers nodded. "Good! Now then, as for your intriguing situation, it would be best interest to say with us for the time being while we try and figure out who you are."

"Got a plan for that? One that doesn't potentially violate my rights or winds up with me as a guinea pig, hopefully?"

"Oh, nothing like that. Just a bit of questions and a blood donation to get the investigation started. I have a friend with the police who should be able to figure something out."

"Is that all? Well, alright then." the woman-who-forgot-her-name shrugged. "By the way, been meaning to ask this, but what kind of place is this school? Looks more like a castle than an actual school."

Ozpin laughed at that. "Yes, it does look like it, doesn't it? Beacon Academy is one of the four Huntsman Academies, training the next generation of Huntress and Huntsmen. Defenders of peace, if we're going by the cliché lines."

The woman-who-forgot-her-name shifted. It was subtle, barely noticeable in fact, but her eyes went from sparkling wonder to dreadful caution. "So, what? You train child soldiers?"

"Goodness, no!" Oobleck protested almost immediately. "While they do learn how to fight, the students' tasks are first and foremost defending the people from the monsters that hunt humanity and Faunus! That is to say, the Grimm." He whipped his Scroll and brought up an image of one of the most common Grimm that populated Vale. "This is a Beowolf, one of the many species of Grimm native to the continent. Granted, you can find them almost everywhere, but they are most prominent on Sanus."

The woman-who-forgot-her-name stared at the picture with intrigue. "Well, aren't you an interesting looking doggie? And you said this is just one of the species?"

"Indeed! They all share the same distinct features; black skin and/or fur, bones protruding out from their bodies and ivory masks over their face. Many Grimm resemble animals, which led to some believing that the Grimm could be the vengeful spirits of deceased animals, though that theory was tossed out the door with the discovery of other kinds of Grimm, such as the Geist."

Port snorted. "A very annoying Grimm, that one."

"At any rate," Ozpin continued. "We will provide you with room and board during your stay with us and give you any aid you may require. You are free to interact with the students as you please, so long as you do not do anything that would otherwise harm them." The headmaster paused briefly and smiled. "Though you are welcome to try. Children they may be, the students are prepared to face all manner of danger, be it from the Grimm or anyone that would wish them harm."

"Duly noted," the woman-who-forgot-her-name agreed to the terms.

"Splendid. Bartholomew, why don't you take our friend here to her new living quarters?"

"Of course, sir." Oobleck nodded.

He took their strange new guest out of the room and out into the hallway. As they left, Ozpin could hear the animated chatter of his speed-talking friend, no doubt striking up what must have been a very hard to follow conversation.

Glynda looked at Ozpin in worry. "Sir, are you sure this is a good idea? We know next to nothing about her. She could be dangerous!"

"Perhaps," Ozpin conceded. "But, I don't believe she will harm the students."

Port raised a brow. "What makes you say that?"

The man smiled, recalling the way the strange woman glared at him the moment he told her that the students being taught to fight, not to mention the not-so-subtle hint of hostility she had when accusing him of such a thing.

"Someone who cares for children like that, and someone who has eyes like hers, are no enemies of ours."

The teachers looked at one another before sighing and shaking their heads. They still couldn't understand the headmaster's cryptic way of speaking…

"Well, that was a thing. Not everyday you get to see a freaking meteor crash in front of your school, right girls?"

Ruby nodded in agreement. She was a little miffed that she wasn't able to see the meteor herself up close like the teachers or that weird woman from earlier, but she would admit it was cool. She couldn't wait to write to the guys back at Signal about this!

After the excitement in the dining hall had faded and the buzz about the meteor turned to whispers, Team RWBY had returned to their dorm room. In the midst of the excitement, however, Ruby had forgotten to inform her friends that the hole in their roof had yet to be fixed. As such, when they retuned, she received a glare from Weiss.

"Care to explain this?"

Ruby pouted. "I told you she fell through the ceiling!" she pointed out. "And in my defense, what the heck am I supposed to fix it with?!"

"Well, look on the bright side!" Yang offered. "At least we have an excuse to get a skylight, right?"

Blake looked at Yang weirdly. "Why would you want a skylight?"

"Oh, come on. Why the heck not? It'd be cool, not to mention spice up the room a little bit."

"Yang, the hole is right over your bunk bed." Weiss pointed out. "Secondly, there is no way the teachers would install a skylight in our room. And finally, even if they did, what would you if it shattered? Aura or no, I refuse to wake up and find you covered in glass!"

"Seconded!" Ruby cried. The thought of that happening to Yang was enough to chill her.

The blonde bruiser of the team pouted. "Killjoys, the both of you," she muttered before she sat down on her bed. "What'd you guys think of that lady from before? Seemed pretty out there, if you ask me."

"I admit, she did seem weird." Weiss shrugged. "But she's probably suffering from brain damage or something."

Ruby cocked her head to the side. She did admit the woman was weird, but she didn't seem like a bad person. At least, that was the impression Ruby had. They had only met though, so perhaps there was more to her.

Still, though…

Why did it feel as if she had met this woman before?

As Ruby went to her bunk bed, she noticed that Weiss' binder was still on the bed. Thinking it was best to return it to her before things got out of hand, she walked over to grab it only to stop when she felt her foot hit something. "Huh?"

She looked down and kneeled, picking up what looked like a pen. It was weirdly shaped and felt as if she was touching metal with a faint blue light radiating from the top portion of the pen. It was also cracked, the casing split open to reveal circuits and what looked like a Dust crystal colored bright blue.

"What's this…?"

Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack.

"Hm?"

At the Aerospace facility, a guard looked up from his magazine and at the meteor that was just sitting on the trolley, waiting to be examined to determine whether or not it was the real thing. He had drawn the short end of the stick and was stuck looking after it until one of the egg heads came by to study it. He had already been waiting several minutes before growing annoyed, though not because the egg heads he was thinking about were taking their sweet time. Rather, he was getting angry by the fact that the AC was on the fritz.

The air felt like it dropped several degrees since they brought the damned thing in, which didn't make a lick of sense. While it wasn't warm, it sure as hell wasn't cold outside either. At best, he'd say it was lukewarm.

So why was it so bloody damned cold like he just set foot in Atlas buck naked?!

Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack.

"That sound…"

The guard frowned and stood up, setting the magazine down on his cheer and approached the meteor. Now in front of it, he leaned in a bit and strained his ear. It was faint, but he could hear something. It sounded weird, like there was something moving around inside. But that didn't make any sense. Meteors were just big hunks of space rock.

Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack.

He blinked. Slowly, hairline fractures began to spread across the meteor's surface. "What in the name of the Brothers is-"

Crack.

Something frigid and large enveloped his head. It was like someone had grabbed his head with their hand. The second the hand grabbed his face, the guard let out a agonizing and muffled scream when all the heat in his body began to fade. His insides felt like they were being dipped in ice-cold water. Frost began to crawl up his skin.

The last thing the guard ever saw before the life was utterly drained from him was the god-awful image of something truly inhuman, followed by its birthcry.

"Krrrrryyyyyzch!"

TO BE CONTINUED…

So, this isn't Tim Shaw or whatever his name is. After all, the Doc isn't in her home universe anymore. Hell, she's not even on a parallel universe!

Which begs the question; how the ever loving fuck did she get here? Aside from me dumping her here that is, but that's just a level of meta I'd rather not talk about. Best to keep the fourth wall intact, eh?