The Forgotten

Summary: What if the Doctor wasn't the last Time Lords? This is the story of someone who was banished from Gallifrey. This is the story of the Exile, but who wants to go around being called Exile? So this is the story of Michael, the name that the Exile gave himself this time around, but why has he forgotten who he is, what he is, and why is he banished from his home planet, Gallifrey? Read and find out! It has all of the wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff that the Doctor does on a daily basis! It's just he's, you know, exiled, so you can kind of guess the theme. Now, get ready!

AN:I know, Michael…. It's just a good character, but don't worry, the Michael from the my other fanfics are someone completely different! Just read to find out!

Boot camp…. It seemed like a good idea at first. But now that I'm here, I don't know, I just can't seem to shake this feeling that something bad is going to happen. Anyway, my name is Michael, Michael Dawson. I'm a scrawny little kid who thought it was a good idea to join the encampment trip for my school's AFJROTC. To be honest, it's not that even that bad to be in an Army base. Training day in and day out to 'be all you can be', oh wait, maybe that's the Marines? Anyway, I just can't shake this feeling that something bad is about to happen, and happen soon….

"Dawson!" Great. Plus there's this gal. "Dawson, that's the fifth time I called you, get on step or its 20 push ups!" yelled Ann, a girl barely taller than me, dirty blonde with freckles. She's sweet sometimes, but oh god she can be a major bitch! "Dawson!"

"Alright, alright, I'm change stepping, see!"

"What was that?"

"Oh, uh, yes maam."

"That's what I thought!"

See what I mean? We are currently marching to a camp ground in the middle of an Army base. It's the second to the last day of our trip, and along with this six mile march to the middle of nowhere, we are also gonna spend the night in the middle of nowhere. I've been camping before, so this shouldn't be so bad. So why can't I shake this feeling of impending doom?

"Flight, halt!" Ann commanded. We stopped, boots clicking on the ground, all uniform. We stopped at a little place nestled in between a few hills. "Left, face!" We pivoted to the left and faced her. "Alright, were gonna be staying here for the next 12 hours or so. The chaperones will be here any second-" Just then a white van pulled up honking the horn. "Or they'll be here now. The Major will explain the rest."

2 hours later we're all set up, 12 tents for 24 people. It's nearly 5 o'clock and it's starting to get dark. And I still can't shake this feeling-

It's coming, and it's coming soon-

Woah… where did that thought come from? Things like that have been happening to me for the past 4 years. I'm 17 now, when I turned 14(seriously, to the day) those weird thoughts started to invade my brain. Like a conscience that's not my voice, telling me that something is coming… something-

"Dawson!"

Oh, come on! Why can't I just meditate in peace?

"Dawson what are you doing here?"

"I'm trying to meditate."

"What? You meditate, well that actually makes sense for you…"

"And what is that suppose to mean?"

"Uh, that you're weird."

We both stared at each other, then a split second later we both burst out laughing. Man it feels good to laugh "You know, this actually a really good place to have a laugh." I said.

"Yah… it is really beautiful up here." I pick a place on top of a hill overlooking the camp, facing west. The sun set was starting turning the sky into brilliant shades of red and orange, the light burning the clouds pink. "I can see why you want to meditate up here."

"Yah, you can literally feel the zen rushing off of me in waves." I made the point of cris-crossing into lotus position and ooooming. We both laughed again, this time when I looked at her the setting sun sprayed colors across her face. "You know", I begin. "If you didn't already have a boyfriend I would ask you out."

"Wah-"

"Plus were at encampment, so, that's not gonna happen either."

"Umm…"

"Yah, I know, I just made things weird, but I have a lot on my mind, that's why I meditate. It's also a good release to say things out loud too, it clears the mind. And god knows that I need my head to be cleared." I don't what came over me, but it is a good thing to say what's on your mind.

"What needs to be released?" I don't know what was in my voice to make her ask that, I mean, I am being pretty weird right now. But still…

"Have you ever thought that you were in hell?"

"Hey, I have a VIP spot reserved in hell for me-"

"Yah, yah, Ann I know, you told me that. But let me tell you this. Have you ever felt like something is weighing you down? That is something so black and dark that it goes way deeper than your darkest most horrible secret that you have, only you don't have anything to hide. It's not tangible, it's not rational, but it's there, in your brain or heart or whatever it is that you call it, but it's in the center of what makes you, you", I pointed to the middle of my chest to prove my point. "It's their, a shapeless, pit in the center of your very being. And that pit is a feeling, a warning of what's to come. It's always there and it never goes away. It always stays there and every day it weighs more and more. And that feeling never goes away, the feeling never goes a-fuckin-way. That warning that feeling just gets louder and louder. So then don't tell me that you know what hell is."

She looked at me like I'm a psychopath.

"Too much?" I asked. She just nodded. "Yah…." We were silent for a few minutes. A big cloud passed over. "That's what I feel like all the time, it's better to clear the mind from time to time… We should get back."

"Yah…."

As we got up we both heard a growl. We spun around so fast I slipped and fell( I know, real smooth) and saw a mountain lion hunching down not 30 feet to our left.

"Ann, get behind me." Heart pumping, and the void is getting bigger.

"What !? Are you crazy that's a god damn cougar! We gotta high tail it-"

"If we turn and run, it's gonna pounce. Just stand tall, get slightly behind me and move slowly." And we did just that, but even as we moved it hunched down, wiggled its hind quarters and pawed at the ground. "Ok, scratch that, run!" But before we turned it pounced, and I didn't think, I just pushed Anne out of the way and took the full brunt of its pounce.

Anne 1st person

Michael pushed me out of the way and I went tumbling a few yards down hill. When I looked up the cougar's jaws was clamped around his left arm, claws locked on his shoulder and torso. Red staining his BDU and the cougar's mouth, and he is just wailing on it! No, seriously, he's just wailing on it with his free hand, punching it on the head, until he finally got it in the nose. Then it threw him away and pounced on him again, ripping into his middle.

"No! Michael!" I yelled and ran to him. The cougar just got up and walked away, and I know it sounds weird, but I seriously thought it actually smiled. Smiled! Then it stalked away.

When I got to him, he was a bloody mess. His BDU around his stomach was torn and his stomach was ripped up, he looks pale.

"Help! Somebody help! We had an attack, please, someone help!" I yelled down the hill. "Hold on, I'm gonna get some help Michael, just, hold on!"

"No", he grabbed my arm before I could get up. "Please, stay." He sounds like a lost puppy, a lost eviscerated pup- Ok, don't go their Ann, don't go their! "I don't want to be alone, eerraahhh!" That sound came out of nowhere. His hand is starting to feel cold on my skin. He coughed a few times, a drop of blood flew up and landed on his cheek

"What are you talking about? Your gonna be fine, were gonna get you help, and were gonna fix you up and were gonna-"

"No, no, I'm not gonna make it. That thing just shredded my insides, I'm bleeding out and going into shock, I'm gonna die in less than 5 minutes. Please don't leave."

I didn't. I just looked at his eyes, so wide and full of fear, so… empty.

"Is this what you meant when you said you had a feeling about something bad coming?"

"N-n-not exactly. I-I didn't know w-what was c-c-coming. Just t-t-t-that it was gonna happen, a-and happen soon. And now, I-I-I can't feel anything….." Then he took a shuddery breath and breathed no more.

I started to cry… and then I felt warmth from his hand. What? I looked down; a shaft of sunlight fell from behind a cloud onto his face. He shuttered and opened his eyes, a flash of light shined behind his pupils and faded.

"I can remember…. No" He whispered. And then he started to cry. "No, why didn't you just let me die? I don't want to forget again, please, don't make me forget!"

"Michael, what the hell are you talking about? How are you still alive? What happened to your wounds?" All of the stuff the cougar inflicted on him is just… gone! Like it didn't even happen. And he's really burning up… like really on fire! "Michael, what's happening to you?"

"Ann, something is gonna happen now, I made myself forget in hopes that if something were to happen to me, it would finally end. But that is apparently not gonna happen, I'm gonna change and I'm not sure how much of me is gonna be left. But I might still know you, just not with this face, aaugh." He convulsed and a pulse of light flashed through his body. "It's gonna happen. I'm sorry Ann, sorry that you have to see this."

A few tears leaked out and then he burst into flames.

I leapt back in shock, but now that I look closer, it's not fire; it's more like… light. I could clearly see him inside of the fiery substance eyes open, a look in fear in them. And then he screamed and the fire abruptly ended. And a completely different boy was in Michaels cloths.

He has messy brown hair, a straight jaw, moderate nose, white skin with freckles. Then he jumped up and he was the same height as me, 5"9, and started to feel himself.

"Let's see, arms, legs, head, hair, ooo, new teeth", he ran his tongue over his teeth and felt his hair. "Now, where am I? And who are you? Oh wait, I know this! Um… um, um, um Rose! No, no, no, Cynthia! No, damn! That's a moon goddess, man she was feisty, um…. ANNA! That's who you are!"

"Well… who are you?"

"Ann, it's me, Michael!" And then he passed out with the look of elation, plastered on his face.

End prolog

So how was that? For the die hard Doctor Who fans, sorry if this pisses you off, but I just had to get this out there, anyway, I don't own nothing but my OC's and this particular story. Have a nice day!