THIS WAS ORIGINALLY THE FIFTH STORY IN THE SEASON BUT IT WENT NO WHERE SO I SCRAPPED IT AND CONTINUED ON WITH "THE DOCTOR AND THE RAXACORICFALLAPATORIUS." ELEMENTS OF THIS STORY WERE ABSORBED INTO THE OTHERS OF THE SEASON.

The Mothman Prophecies

Chapter 1

"No creature can know prophecy," said the Doctor.

"What about you Doctor? You can see the future," replied the creature.

"That's different. I am a Lord of Time," said the Doctor, "To me it's the future and the past and the present. I am not trapped in time like you are."

"That may be true, but I can see the future. It's the gift of what I am."

"And what would that be?" asked the Doctor.

"The humans called me Mothman."
"Mothman? Really?" asked the Doctor, "I'm sorry, but I'm not so sure I believe that."

"Look at me Doctor and tell me that I don't exist."

"I'll give you that you do exist. Your physical appearance and mind. I give you that, but I don't think there are more of you. You could be a mutation of another species."

"I assure you, Doctor, that I am of that species," said the Mothman, "And we are prophetic creatures. We only appear before terrible tragedies occur and I assure that there is a massive tragedy coming to this place."

"What do you mean?" asked the Doctor, his face dark and inquiring.

"War, Doctor. War is coming," replied the Mothman.

"War between who?" asked the Doctor.

Three Weeks Earlier

The first week of August was ushered in by Alex's stay in what she called "Nightmare's Reign." The nights after that event, Alex had trouble sleeping at all. The Doctor kept reassuring her that she won't be caught in that terrible place again and that Ashton killed the creature who was causing that warped reality.

A week after the event, everything was calm and somewhat normal again. The Doctor was buried deep in the TARDIS's control console installing a patched up dematerialization circuit, hoping it wouldn't blow up in his face. Alex was out with Harper doing something. Justin was working with his parents at the Waverly Sub Station, and planning to go to a community college. Max was doing whatever Max does. The Doctor had been there a couple months, but the two never really got to know each other.

Inside the TARDIS, a voice screamed in a language that no one understood. Customers looked at the direction of the TARDIS with puzzled expressions. The Doctor opened the doors to the TARDIS with ashes on his T-shirt. He walked back to the bar and sat down, shaking his head.

"Doctor, what happened," said Justin.

"I was installing my dematerialization circuit when I got electrocuted and the power to the control console went out. I have to wait a while before that console regains its power," said the Doctor. He turned around and saw a group of five people talking and listening intently amongst each other. They weren't everyday customers and looked like tourists. He should know. He has seen hundreds of thousands of tourists in his lifetime. "What's all this about?"

"I think it has something to do with the sightings," said Justin. The look the Doctor gave him showed Justin that the Doctor had no idea what he was talking about. "The Mothman sightings all over the city."

"The what?" asked the Doctor, "Mothman. I've heard of that thing. I haven't seen a Mothman and I'm not even sure if they're real. What about you, Justin? Does the Mothman exist?"

"I don't know. I mean I've seen a special on him maybe, but I've never seen or heard of one from the wizarding world," answered Justin.

"What does the Mothman supposedly do anyway?" asked the Doctor.

"Something about telling the future, but I'm not sure," replied Justin.

The Doctor snickered, "Telling the future, huh? I highly doubt that. Unless it can actually peer into time, I don't think it can."

"Try telling those crypto guys over there," said Justin. The Doctor got up and started walking over to the group of five at the table. "Doctor, I was just kidding."

The Doctor turned around and told Justin, "I know what I'm doing."

The Doctor pulled a chair from another table and put it next to the group of five. He sat down on it backwards and rested his chin on the back of the chair, "So what are you talking about so intently?"

They turned around and tried to ignore the Doctor. "Oh, come on!" said the Doctor, "It looks incredibly interesting. I'd like to know." The Doctor had the face of a child wanting to his parents to tell him something.

"If we told you, you would only laugh. You have that arrogant and condescending look about you," said the one who appeared to be the leader.

"I won't laugh. Heck, if you've seen what I've seen, you wouldn't laugh at little cryptid hunters such as yourselves," replied the Doctor.

"What have you seen?" asked the man.

"A lot of stuff," said the Doctor, "Well, anyway, I'm Doctor."

"Doctor? Doctor Who?" the man asked

"Yes."
"What?"

"No."

"Okay," the man said confused, "I'm Jeremy Josef."

"Jeremy Josef, that's a good name," replied the Doctor.

"Really?" asked Jeremy.

"Yes, really," said the Doctor.

"You're a little weird," said Jeremy.

"You have no idea," replied the Doctor, "Well what are you talking about?"

After a few seconds and the Doctor curious look, Jeremy answered the Doctor, "It's the Mothman. He's a creature that has glaring red eyes and wings and is supposed to be around seven feet tall."

"Oh, well that's nice to...," the Doctor trailed off, "Know. Can you here that?"

"What?" asked Jeremy.

"It's like a pulsating hum," the Doctor stood up, "It's coming from outside." The Doctor ran to the doors of the Waverly Sub Station. Jeremy and his friends stood up and followed the Doctor out the doors of the restaurant. The Doctor looked up in the sky and turned around in a circle. The shadows being cast by the buildings on Waverly Place seemed to elongate and overtake everything. They became ominous over the Doctor, and he didn't like that feeling. The hum turned into a flapping of wings.

A massive creature landed on the roof of a smaller building down the street. The Doctor saw the creatures bright red eyes that appeared to be glowing. The creature didn't have any arms, but had wings in their place. The creature and the Doctor's eyes locked and they stared at each other. The creature saw behind the Doctor's green eyes and gazed on the memories of the Doctor and it hurt. The creature back up a little and turned his head towards the group of humans standing behind the Doctor.
"That's him!" said Jeremy, "That's the Mothman."

A screeching sound echoed throughout Waverly Place and all the humans grabbed their ears in pain and double over. The Doctor looked around and didn't hear the sound, but he heard an eerie voice whisper, "Doctor, I need to speak with you. A storm is coming and only you can stop it."

The Doctor looked around and back at the Mothman and knew that the voice belonged to the winged creature. The Doctor wanted to know what was coming, but the creature flew off and all the humans surrounding the Doctor let go of their ears.

"Okay, now I'm a believer," muttered the Doctor, standing in the middle of Waverly Place with dozens of people lying on the ground around him.

Chapter 2

Justin came out of the Waverly Sub Station struggling to hold himself up. People in the street were struggling to their feet and the Doctor was still staring at the spot were the Mothman took off. The Doctor wanted to know why the humans double over in pain and agony and all that happened to him was he heard a cool, creepy voice. The Doctor had an idea. It could be that the Mothman spoke in a language to advanced for the humans to understand, but to him, a Time Lord, the Mothman's language would be a primitive one. The Doctor's eyes glanced down, but kept his head fixed.

Justin got to the Doctor and grabbed his arm to stop from falling over. The Doctor turned and grabbed Justin and held him up. The Doctor could see that Justin was dazed and out of it from whatever all the humans heard. The Doctor put his hands on Justin's temple and Justin's head started clearing and he went back to normal. The Doctor let go of Justin and the eighteen year old was standing on his own.

"Doctor, what was that?" asked Justin.

"I think that was a voice," said the Doctor.

"That sound was a voice?" asked Justin.

"Maybe," said the Doctor, "Everyone doubled over the same time I heard a creepy voice."

"A voice? What did it say?"

"That's not important right now," said the Doctor, looking at all the half zombies all over Waverly Place, "I have no idea how long this will last on these people."

"What happened to them?" asked Justin.

"What ever that sound was must have jumbled their minds up. They should be back to normal soon," the Doctor said. He turned away from Justin and walked further into Waverly Place. The Doctor decided just to let the other people get back to normal on their own and went back inside the sub station with Justin right behind him.

Inside, the scene was much the same. The people were out of it and the Doctor walked past the customers and over to Theresa who was slumped over the counter, unconscious. The Doctor put his hands on her temple and closed his eyes. Theresa jerked, her head clear again. The Doctor backed off and Theresa stood up.

"What happened?" she asked. The Doctor ignored her and walked into the kitchen. Justin just shrugged and told her that the same thing happened to him, but not the Doctor.

The Doctor saw that Jerry had collapsed in the sandwiches he had been making. "He's going to have to make some new sandwiches," the Doctor smirked. He did the same thing to Jerry and Jerry jumped alive and the sandwich mess on his apron fell back on the counter.

"What was that?" asked Jerry.

"I'm not really sure, but everyone calls it a Mothman. Why 'moth' man? Why not 'blast out your ears and make you collapse' man? By the way I wonder how far that sound traveled," said the Doctor. He left the kitchen and walked back into the restaurant.

"How come you weren't knocked out or at least dazed?" asked Justin.

"Because of what I am. A Time Lord can understand languages that are so advanced that it can be painful and even dangerous to the lesser species."
"What are you calling us? A lesser species?" asked Theresa.

"Actually, yes. But you humans are still in your infancy. Don't worry one day the human's language will be that advanced," replied the Doctor, "Well that's enough of the language lesson. I have a winged humaniod to chase after. If it can have that effect on this block, I don't want it landing in rush hour at the busiest parts of the city and then decides to talk to everybody. That would be completely devastating. Gotta go save the day again. It must be Saturday."

The Doctor walked into his TARDIS and over to the control console, which was flickering back to life. The Doctor looked around and noticed he was alone. The last couple months Alex had almost always been in the TARDIS with him, but this time she wasn't. He hadn't seen her since yesterday and hoped that she was okay and close enough to the mothman and felt his loud and booming yet quiet and cool voice.

The Doctor walked into one of the corridors that was connected to the control room and he walked down to one of the TARDIS's hologram rooms. He pushed a few buttons on the rooms controller and the room lit up and showed the event of a few minutes ago. The Doctor saw the mothman fly and land on the building. He was waiting for the winged creature to speak so the TARDIS could get a lock on the language the mothman was speaking. The TARDIS went berserk as the creature started to speak its language. The Doctor looked at the screen and shook his head.

"That's impossible," said the Doctor. The screen told him that the language was not recognizable but not old enough to be older than the TARDIS. That made no sense. The TARDIS translated every language in the universe, but this one was not translating. "Now that's even more impossible. I heard a voice. I know I heard a voice."

The TARDIS told the Doctor that the sound the creature made was not a language, but a loud sound and nothing else. The screen was telling the Doctor that the creature was not even there until it had already landed on the building. There was a puzzle staring the Doctor in the face and he was going to figure this out before that creature's "voice" didn't harm anyone. The Doctor started working fast at the console in the room. The Doctor told the TARDIS to search for whatever creature that mothman really was in all of Creation. He walked out of that room, but took something off the console in the hologram room before he left.

The Doctor walked back out into the Waverly Sub Station and saw that the group of customers led by Jeremy Josef had returned to their table, holding their heads and talking with each other as best they could.

The Doctor ignored them and walked over the counter where Justin, Jerry and Theresa were standing around watching the customers come back in, all of them holding their throbbing heads. The Doctor sat down on a stool and shook his head.

"What did you find out?" asked Jerry.

"Not much at all," answered the Doctor.

"That's not good is it?" asked Theresa.

"No, that's not good at all. The TARDIS couldn't recognize the creature's language, voice or any thing about it. The only other things the TARDIS couldn't recognize never turned out to be a good thing. Maybe this time will be different, but I doubt it. Nothing is ever safe and easy around me. I have the TARDIS searching everything in all Creation to find out what that winged thing is," explained the Doctor.

"How long will that take?" asked Justin.

The Doctor rubbed his eyes and temple before answering. He told them, "You have no idea how big and vast and complicated the universe is do you? The universe is unexplainably huge. I set the TARDIS to search for a nucleus of a cell one the planet Ocean." The Doctor looked at the confused faces of the three Russos. "It's looking for a dime that can be anywhere one Earth."

"So it's going to take a long time?"

"Yes, it's going to take a while," replied the Doctor, "In the mean time, I have to search for this thing." The Doctor's face lit up and he smiled broadly, "It's a good old fashioned monster hunt! I haven't had one of these in probably decades." With that, the Doctor bounced out of his seat and bounded into the TARDIS.

"I think he's happy about this whole thing," said Theresa.

"Why don't you go help him out on this one, Justin?" asked Jerry.

"What? Why?" asked Justin.

"Because you're a monster hunter."
"Oh, yeah," said Justin.

The Doctor flung the doors to the TARDIS open and ran out to the street, carrying a backpack, parabolic dish, and his timey-wimey device.

"He is probably the only person I know that can carry all that and still not be made fun of," said Justin as he saw the Doctor run by the windows and no stopped and stared at him, "Why can't that happen to me?"

"Maybe because people only know him as the 'Crazy Man Who Lives in a Sandwich Shop'," said Theresa.

Chapter 3

One Week Later

The Doctor was sitting at one of the tables in the Waverly Sub Station at one in the morning, his feet resting on the table. For the last week, the Doctor had hit brick wall after brick wall. The tons of dead ends didn't slow him down, just irritated him. The Doctor leaned his head back and dozed off. The TARDIS hadn't had that much luck either, but she was still pressing on.

The Doctor was woken up two hours later and three when he heard the sound of rustling wings. The Doctor opened his eyes and, without raising his head, rubbed his eyes with his hands. "You're there aren't you?"

There was no answer, but the Doctor knew something was in the room with him. The Doctor lifted his head up and saw two piercing red eyes glaring at him. Calmly, the Doctor put his feet on the ground and leaned forward in his seat. For the first time, the Doctor could see the creature up close. It didn't have arms but wings. It was covered in dark brown fur. There was no mouth that the Doctor could see.

"Now how did you find me? I've been looking for you for a week now, and I haven't gotten any leads. Oh and off the subject of that, where is your mouth. That voice I heard came from you."

The mothman cocked its head to the right.

The Doctor smirked, "I'm confusing you aren't I?"

There was no reply from the creature standing there.

"You don't know what I am, do you?" asked the Doctor.

Two slits on the creature's neck, right under the ears opened and the Doctor heard, "No, I don't know what you are?"

The Doctor jumped up and walked up to the mothman and said, "So that's where your mouth or mouths, I should say, are. Hey, wait a minute! Your voice is harmful to humans."
The slits opened again and the mothman said, "I've modified my voice. It is no longer harmful to the humans, which is something you are not."

"It's that obvious isn't it."

"Yes, you were not effected by my voice and you have referred to the others that look like you as humans as if you are not one of them, and you react to differently than the others who have witnessed my people."

"Yeah, you're right," replied the Doctor flatly, "I'm Time Lord."

"Time Lord?" asked the mothman.

"I'm from another planet. Gallifrey to be precise."
"Gallifrean. Beware Time Lord, someone is coming that will be very to your safety. Someone who is the last of his kind like you are the last of yours."

"How do you know that I am the last?" asked the Doctor, who started circling the creature who stood firm.

"I can see it. Everyone burning and dying. Planets upon planets upon planets in the blazing inferno. The final moment of the War. The Time War," chanted the mothman.

"How do you know that? You didn't know what a Time Lord was and now you know about the Last Great Time War. What are you?"

"And then I see...," the mothman paused, "Oh, Doctor, such a dark secret you have. A secret that's eating away at you on the inside. When are you going to tell the young female human your secret? Or are you? Your afraid of what she would do. You think if you tell her, she will run away from you and never want to be with you anymore. You're afraid of the animal you have become."

"What are you?" growled the Doctor, eyes blazing with unbridled fury.

"A creature who can see time," said the mothman.

"Okay, I'll give you that for now, but what do you mean that someone is coming that is the last of his kind just like me."

"You will know when he comes and he will around Christmas time," said the mothman.

"Okay, that's nice. Anyway, why are you here?" asked the Doctor.

"To warn you."

The Doctor stopped circling and stared at the mothman's back, "Warn me about what?"

"I can't tell you. I wasn't supposed to come here and meet with you, but you would have found me anyway," said the creature.

"Oh, I see, spoilers. Right?" asked the Doctor.

"Spoilers?"

"Never mind," the Doctor said, rolling his eyes.

"We will meet again, Doctor, but I can tell you this," the mothman said, "There are storms coming, two storms."

The Doctor smirked and looked down, "What kind of storms?"

There was no reply and the Doctor looked up. There was no one in the room with him. He was completely alone.

"Well, that's different," the Doctor said to himself, "A quiet exit instead a giant, loud, and booming exit. I like quiet exits, I really do, but what are those storms he was talking about?"

The Doctor stood there for a while in the darkness of the Waverly Sub Station, alone. "Well this is reminiscent?"

Chapter 4

The Doctor stood in the Waverly Sub Station for a long time before he left his spot and made his way into the TARDIS. He walked up to the control console and just stared at the computer screens, his back towards the doors. He put his hands on the console and lean forward, his head looking up.

"What do you think about that thing?" he asked the TARDIS.

There was a slight hum and the console's centerpiece moved.

"You're not sure either," the Doctor said, "And what about those two 'storms' it mentioned? I don't know. I've felt something big was on the horizon. Heck, I've had that feeling since I first got here because of the new Rift. Speaking of the Rift, it's been quiet for the last month. Nothing at all. That's strange, good but still strange."

There was the hum again. The Doctor half smiled and nodded in acknowledgment. He stood up straight again and walked down the corridors of the TARDIS, deep into his ship.

Ten Days Later

The light of the scan was shining on the Doctor. The Doctor was standing there, his arms crossed and eyes intense behind his glasses. For the last seventeen days since he first saw that creature, the Doctor had been searching for the true identity of that winged creature. He wasn't buying into the theory that the creature was a mothman. For one, the Doctor knew in his hearts that any creature that hasn't conquered time travel could not know the future. Prophecy was impossible because time in mostly in flux. Anything can happen. Only a few points in space and time are fixed and will never change or should never be changed. Another thing that the Doctor didn't like was that the TARDIS was still searching for the identity of the mothman for the last two and a half weeks. The TARDIS should have found the identity by now, but there was nothing. The Doctor did not like that and was growing more suspicious of the mothman.

The Doctor lowered his head and unfolded his arms and walked out of the search room and down the TARDIS hallway towards the control room. He didn't know how long he was staring at that machine. He entered the control room. He wasn't planning on being this obsessed with finding out what all this