The orange sky seemed to have grown dark through the cracked glass of the dome and the beautifully sculpted buildings that showed signs of crumbling over the passing times. At every corner, a Dalek would be seen taking the life from an unsuspecting passerby, and he had had enough.

He used to be a warrior of Gallifrey not so long ago, serving alongside many, many other soldiers. The battles that went on, however, had left them fewer in numbers and many injured. It was during those times that he had risked his life for his home, his family, and his fiancé. It was so that they would keep the most beautiful place, the place they had once called home, on the world they had lived on. That was then.

Now, they were gone now. The Daleks were winning and he had never felt so lost and afraid in his entire life. He was alone, everything he had fought for long gone, and now what was left of his home was a slowly dying planet. He looked though the glass, up into the sky, remembering what he was it and it only angered him. A Timelord! A child of Gallifrey, capable of doing so many things, so many and yet he couldn't bring them back. WHAT WAS THE USE OF HIM? WHAT WAS THE POINT?

He wanted to die in order to be with them but he didn't deserve death. He had failed them and even if he did kill himself, he couldn't bring himself to face them. So, he decided to do the one thing that was right. He would leave Gallifrey to fall.

It was no longer his home. It held too many memories that had died with them and he would go far away from the wretched memories. He would go somewhere new, somewhere where no one would know him or what he was, and he would change and forget them. It was not because he wanted to but because he had to. As his own punishment, he would forget them so that he would always walk with a giant hole where his hearts should be, walk with a horrible guilt and not know for what it was for, walk with the distinct expression that he would never find out and never heal.

He took one last look at the crumbling planet before climbing into the Tardis. He walked to the controls, pushed and pulled and spun things, not caring were they would land. As long as it would take him far away, he would be satisfied.
Suddenly, the roar and hum of the Tardis began and everything began to shake. As the ship began to rock, he started to prepare for wherever and whenever it would take him.

His destination wasn't too far off when things began to go wrong with an unexpected jerk. The dials seemed to be going out of control and things began to rock fearfully. He yelled and tried to hold on to something but only managed to slide around the floor. After a few fretful minutes, the Tardis finally stopped and he was able to walk over to the controls. Sighing, he pondered if it was the Tardis that made the decision to bring him here or if it was something else. Clearing these thoughts from his head, he moved a dial to make a perfect disguise for the Tardis and programmed her to lock itself once he had left her. He took a quick glance at his surrounding before slipping the key into his pocket. Then, he pulled out his silver fob watch and placed it into the slot of the machine. He knew that in order to do this right, he needed to have someone with him. But, considering his situation, he would have to make do with what he had.

The Tardis would be able to help him on what he was about to do so that he would still be able to walk out with everything intact. Well, almost everything. He made sure to take everything that was important to him before slipping the chameleon. The process was painful and slow but it did what it needed to do efficiently.

New images began to replace his old memories, allowing him to forget the past he so sought to escape in order to adapt to his new surroundings. The process had been nearly completed when the Tardis yanked the machine off of him and shoved the fob watch into his hands. With trembling legs, he barely managed to make it out of the warmth of the Tardis and meet the cold new world, before his whole entire body ached and screamed in pain. He continued though, knowing he would only have mere moments to gain some distance and forget everything entirely. He hadn't made it very far before his own legs refused to carry him any further. Collapsing on the ground, he allowed sleep to take him, hoping that everything would be better the next time he opened his eyes.

~*~ -

He couldn't have guessed how long he had been lying there, nor did he have a clue as to why he was there to begin with. His head was pounding, spinning in fact, and his body was screaming from excruciating pain. The pain was so great that it became difficult to keep his eyes open. A desire to sleep, to rid the pain, almost overwhelmed him. But, from a distance, he could hear someone yelling and struggling with someone or something else. Somewhere in that daze he knew that he had to do something to help. He grabbed hold of the closest thing and hoped it was useful.

Chapter 1

It was just suppose to be another weevil hunt. Unfortunately, it was anything but that. He found himself being pinned to the ground by the damn thing, struggling to keep the creature from ripping out his throat. If only he could reach his gun, yet if he made the attempt, the monster would surely get him. Alternatively, just sitting there and doing nothing wasn't ideal either. Just as he was about to reach for it, something or someone got the weevil to get off of him.

Jack looked up to see a handsome young man struggling with the weevil. It wasn't a common occurrence, a dashing knight arriving to your aid; well not if it was him doing the saving. He quickly got to his feet and tackled the weevil in order to sedate it. But, it wasn't before the weevil knocked the man's head against the tree and pinned his poor savior against it. He quickly looked at the young man to see him panting, leaning against the tree. "Thanks," he muttered.
"No, thank you," Jack replied as he studied the man before him. "I'm fine thanks to you."

"Good," he said as he made his way towards Jack. "Good…You're, um …ah." He reached out for Jack's neck but quickly dropped his hand when Jack stepped away, out of his reach. For some reason, he felt guilty that the he had pulled away. The disappointment and confusion in the man's eyes only made it worse. "You were bleeding," the other man explained hesitantly.

"Had worse from shaving," Jack said quickly.

Turning his attention to the weevil, the man seemed to have ignored Jack as he studied the beast with rapt attention. He took a few steps closer to it before stumbling a bit. Tilting his head to the side, he muttered, "I can't be certain but I think I've seen this before. Somewhere…" He quickly shook his head and groaned, "No. No, I must be seeing things."
Jack paused in his rather inappropriate thoughts of the stranger, a sudden wariness arising from what had just come out of the gorgeous man's mouth. His smile faded. The tone of the air had changed. He didn't take his eyes of the man in front of him as he said, "Yeah, maybe." There was no emotion in Captain Harkness' voice despite the forced smile on his face. Ianto knew that the Captain could sense something was wrong. No one outside of Torchwood knew what a weevil was. Jack stayed calm as he watched the man's confused face." I'll take him from here." he said as hauled the weevil over his shoulder. "Thanks for the assistance, um…" He looked at the man one more time before asking, "Sorry, I never got your name."

The man's confused look because a panicked daze. "My name?" he repeated. "Um, ah,"

"It's okay, I get it. You don't have to tell me your name," Jack said with a quick smile. "You can be the mysterious savior, I don't mind." The smile quickly faded when he saw the man's hands begin to shake. "Hey, are you alright?"

The man didn't reply, but instead, collapsed onto the floor. Jack quickly put the weevil down and rushed to the man's side, "Hey, hey! Wake up!" Jack yelled as he shook the man. "Come on, open your eyes!" But the man didn't wake up and he got the feeling that the young man wasn't kidding around. "Shit," Jack swore as he pulled out his cell phone. Just as he was about to dial for help, he heard his name being called out.

Jack looked up to find his team running toward him. "OWEN! I NEED YOU TO LOOK OVER HIM!" he yelled out to the only other man on the team. As Owen reached them, Jack stepped aside to let the man do his job and walked over to the other two members. "Do any of you want to tell me what's going on?"

"There was a spick on the Rift monitor. Something came out of the rift," said Tosh, keeping her gaze at the man Owen was attending to, not even bothering to look up to meet her boss' eyes.

"Why didn't you call me?"

"We did. You never answered you cell," Suzie replied quickly.

"Then you might have called when I was fight off that weevil," Jack said as he looked at his cell and noticed three missed calls. "So any luck finding whatever came through?"

"We found nothing," Tosh responded as she glanced at her hand-held. "Whatever it was, it's gone by now with no trace except rift residue."

~*~ -

Jack got them back to the hub as fast as he could to check over the man as he put away the weevil. When he got back from the cells, Owen had already set up the new arrival in the med lab. "How is he?" he asked.

"He's got a concussion and a few scratches. Other than that, I can't find anything else wrong with him. We'll have to see if anything else is wrong when he wakes up. Well, 'IF' he wakes up," Owen said moodily as he glared at the computer screen. "Who is he Jack? He wasn't carrying any identification or anything. Why couldn't we just drop him off at a hospital or something? I mean, the bloke didn't get bit by the damn weevil."

"Before he passed out, he said something about recognizing the weevil," Jack replied truthfully as he stared at the man on the table. "And all I know about the man is that he saved me from becoming that thing's next meal."
"Jack, I ran his prints through the system and I've got nothing on him," Tosh said annoyed, interrupting the men's conversation. "There isn't a single trace of him anywhere. No police, school, hospital, or any record of any sort on this man. It's like he doesn't even exist."

"Or maybe, he or someone went to a lot of trouble to make him invisible," Suzie offered.

"But that doesn't explain why he might recognize the weevil," Tosh replied quickly.

"Jack," Owen said softly as if he was still working out a thought. "It's been two week since the incident with ONE right?"
"Yeah, so?" Jack spat. He loathed everything that had to do with ONE. Their policy was always 'If it's alien, it's ours.' They even went as far as killing anything that wasn't human. As the leader of Torchwood THREE, Jack had made sure that the policy was never followed. It was for that very reason that the leader of ONE hated Jack as well.

"What if he worked for ONE?" Owen suggested. "He could have been reconted and let go before then."

"Owen, you know as well as I that ONE never lets anyone leave," Jack said angrily. "Besides, Tosh has checked through all of ONE's personal files, even the eliminated ones, and found nothing."

"Maybe he was one of their experiments that got loose?" Suzie replied as she walked over to her station. She was currently Torchwood THREE's second in command and had been one of the longest members of the team, besides Jack of course. "There were a lot of those in ONE I recall. They didn't exist either. Most of them were created from the DNA of two willing downers rather than alien tech."

"It could explain why he was acting that way," Jack muttered to himself but loud enough for the others to hear.
"Acting in what way?"Suzie demanded as she made her way into the hub.

"When I asked him for his name, he seemed so lost and confused as if he was trying to fight off a fog in his head," Jack recalled as he looked at the young man who was out cold. "Like, he couldn't remember."

"As I recall none of them survived," Owen replied. "Besides, all of them were accountable. Maybe he couldn't remember his name cause of the concoction?"

"Well we can't be sure," Tosh replied softly. "All those experiments were filed in paper, never in the mainframe, and most of those were lost to the fire."

"Maybe you're right," Owen replied as he began to look through the man's possessions. "He doesn't have much. I mean, look at this stuff. An old fob watch and a key is all this guy carried with him. I remember reading that the subjects could only keep a few items of their choosing since it helped them stay calm, grounded, after their testing was finished for the day. As for the clothes, he could have gotten them from anywhere. Yet, his body seems to have consistent signs of a struggle before tonight. There's some scarring but not like the others. It's possible that he may have put up more of a fight or could have been a total different subject."

"I think we're getting too ahead of ourselves," Jack said with a soft sigh. "Why don't we just wait for him to wake up? We'll question him then but in the meanwhile, why don't you guys go get some sleep?"

"I think sleep will have to wait. He's awake," Owen said tiresomely. He got the feeling that it was going to be a long time before any of them saw their beds.

~*~

His eyes fluttered open to find himself at an unknown place with a man in a white coat coming into his view. "How are you feeling?" the man asked him in a professional tone.

"Tired," he replied softly. "And my head hurts." He tried to sit up but was only pushed back down by another pair of hands.

"That's to be expected with the bump on you head. You're lucky you're not in coma or brain dead," the man in the white coat snarled. "Do you remember what happened?"

"Not really," he confessed, "It's sort of a haze. I can remember yelling, a man, someone or something attacking him… To tell you the truth, I don't think I was in the right of mind before then either."

"Why do you say that?"

"I …wait, who?" he asked as he took a good look at the man in front of him and then at his surroundings. Fear began to build in him as he noticed that he was on a cold table with cables attached to him. Machines and other strange devices surrounded him, further frightening him, as he realized he had no idea where he was. He had no idea what he was even doing there; let alone how he had gotten there. Panicked, he quickly started ripping the cables off as the man and someone else tried to hold him down. "Where am I? What is this?"

"Calm down," a familiar voice crooned, trying to get him to calm down, as a pair of arms held him still. "We were just trying to help. You need those to get better." Feeling overpowered, he resigned himself to the soothing voice and powerful arms.

"We're going to let you go but you have to promise to lie back down," the voice soothingly continued. "You hit your head pretty bad earlier and we want to make sure you're alright. Will you promise to behave?"

"Yes," his voice coming out more delicately than he would have liked.

"Okay," and true to their word, they let him go. Fulfilling his part of the bargain, he laid back down on the table.
The man in the coat began to tend to his wounds which were created as a result of his struggling. "Please don't put that back in me," he begged when the man was about to put the needle into his arm again. "Please."

The man in the coat looked at sadly before pushing the needle under his skin, "I'm sorry, but it's help you. Though, I promise you that won't need it much longer."

"Okay, we're going to ask you a few questions that we need you to answer, alright?" the voice said calmly before the owner of it came into his view. He smiled as he saw the man from the other night.

"Hey," he said with a soft sigh of relief. He was glad there was someone he knew, even if their time together had been too brief to really know anything about him. Just the sight of a familiar face was enough to make him feel at ease. "You're alright. I couldn't remember if you got away since everything sort of feels like its scrambled and out of order, but I'm glad you're okay."

"All thanks to you gorgeous," the man said as he gave him one of the most charming smiles he had ever seen followed by a flirtatious wink. He couldn't help but blush at the man's comment and looked away to cease further embarrassment. Of course, that didn't stop him from turning a deeper shade of red as the man in the white coat snarled, "Stop harassing my patient Harkness! Poor bloke just woke up. Give him a chance to breath."

"Okay for starters, that man right there is Captain Jack Harkness and I'm Doctor Owen Harper," the man said, pointing at the charming man from earlier who was currently preoccupied by glaring at Owen, clearly upset at not being able to do his own introduction. Owen didn't seem to notice as he grabbed a clipboard and pen, preparing to jot down something. "Now that you know who we are, you can tell us who you are. Seeing how you're having trouble remembering anything, you think you can tell us your name at least?"

"My name, of course I can tell you my name," he said with a small chuckle. "It's ...it's …" The smile faded from his face. He place his hand over his eyes as he squeezed them shut, trying to focus. Yet the only thing that would come up was a scribble, as if he needed to get the feel of it first before he knew what it was. "I need something to write with and on. I know it's going to sound crazy but I need to write it down. It's like there in front of me but I can't seem to gasp it."

"What?" Owen asked, giving him a confused look, before looking at Jack for approval. Jack looked at him strangely before nodding.

It was until he had the odd device in his hand that he recognized it as a pen. As he proceeded to write, another thought struck him. He didn't know what most of what this room held, what it was called or what it even did. He wasn't even sure if he'd ever be able to identify them unless he touched them.

Gently, he pressed the pen on the paper and started to jot something down. While writing, a small smile appeared on his face. 'My name is," he began but that was as far as he got. Nothing else followed. No words or images or even scribbles came to mind. The pen dropped from his hands as he looked up to face the two men that had waited patiently. "I…I...I'm sorry," the words escaped from his mouth.

"Don't worry about it," Jack said soothingly as he gently placed a hand on his shoulder and gave him a soft squeeze. "It'll come back to you. Right, Owen?"

"Yeah, just give it time," he said, quickly looking though the scans he had taken earlier. "It's probably from the hit on your head earlier. You'll get it back. Moving on, your age?"

"I don't know," he was stuck again. How old was he? He didn't even know. His height and weight were to be taken later because they want him to rest before proceeding to physical examinations.

Owen sighed as he took a good look at him, "You look to be at the age of 19 or 20. I can't be certain. Alright, what about home address?"

"I can't remember."

"Any family?"

"I …I'm not sure."

"Friends?"

"I DON'T KNOW!" he lashed out angrily. Nothing was coming back to him. Only images of people and objects kept flashing through his mind, empty images filled with nothing which he could name. No sounds or any familiarity of anything came with them. His head began to pound harder with every attempt to recall details of who he was, feeling increasingly lost as he realized how much he didn't know. Dread and hopelessness filled him, leaving him with little energy or willingness for anything. He just wanted all the questions to stop.

The room went quiet for a few seconds as both Doctor Harper and Capitan Harkness were staring at him with concern. Managing to piece himself back together temporarily, he quickly apologized, "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell. I'm just, just tired, and confused."

"It's understandable," the Captain said reassuringly as gripped his shoulder gently. Jack felt sorry for the man. He knew what it felt like to wake up without any memory of what occurred. But not knowing what happened to his friends, family, let alone his own name was just something he would never wish on any one. "You should get some rest. Just don't fall asleep. That wouldn't be good," the Capitan instructed as he looked around for anything to could occupy the man. Spotting something, he quickly picked up the closest thing to him. "Here, you can read this."

Doctor Harper snatched the magazine from the Capitan and threw it into a drawer. "Ah, not that. It's...it's boring," Owen awkwardly explained as he grabbed something else instead. "Here, read this." He shoved the paper to his coworker and walked away. The Capitan looked at it confused but handed it to him anyway, the man looking just as confused as he was.

"Um, this is the paper from three weeks ago," he explained softly, "Maybe it'll trigger something but I'll get you something else when I get back, okay?"

He nodded slowly before lying back down. The table was still cold but it would have to do for now. It wasn't like he had much choice on where he got to stay the night.

The room was too quiet for his liking and there was a constant humming in the background, giving the impression that something was always working in the place. The air smelled of trash and the dim lights gave it an eerie look. Despite these imperfections, he felt safe and tried to relax as best he could. He sighed and began to read.