3, 2, Run

Full Summary: Gray has known nothing of the outside world since he was small, the only thing he knew was her. When he finally reaches the age where he's allowed to attend a school outside the safety of the Lab, he finds the young girl he knew has changed greatly, wanting to escape the duty of being the only child of a very rich family. Will Gray convince himself to help her escape, or will he remained trapped in the little world created for him?

A/N: I wasn't planning on posting this, but I felt the urge to upload SOMETHING since I'm experiencing a writers block for my other stories, and I thought "let's not write BL this time," so here it is, a Gray X Lucy fanfiction. I love these two so much haha. This was originally just a short, one-shot but I just kept writing and adding more so now it'll be multi-chapters... whether I finish it or not is all caused with Uni work load. I won't complain about it, because people who go to uni know how bad it is haha.
Anyways, I was aiming for Sci-Fi right at the beginning, but it'll be more of a romance, hurt and comfort story. Rating may go up, but I might try to aim for something innocent this time xD

Disclaimer: I always forget this, so I'll make sure to say it. I don't own Fairy Tail... even though I'd admit I'd like to own at least a Gray and Loke plushie xD

Sorry for crappy grammar and spelling!

Drip… drip… drip…

Beep… bleep… beep

It all happened in a cold, unpredictable place. The sense of waking up as if you'd never existed in a unknown place, having no memories of who were meant to be. It was a sense of amnesia, but it wasn't at the same time. Machine noises and the sounds of water filled the silent air, creating an alien sound foreign to these delicate ears. It was hard to see what was going on, but a part of me decided maybe it wasn't safe to know the truth yet.

I closed my eyes again, closed off the world around me. I'd sleep, sleep a lot longer…

There was something different today, something oddly strange that I finally forced myself out of the deep sleep that I'd been in for a long as I knew and opened my eyes fully. It took a moment, but my eyes slowly adjusted to the dim lights in the room.

"Haaa…" a gasp whispered somewhere and I glanced down towards a face I did not know. She was young, beautiful, her eyes wide with something that crossed with emotions I didn't know. I didn't understand her reasoning for those emotions for a moment before I realised I was entrapped in a long tube, wires of all kinds attracted to different sections of my body.

Ah, I see.

Some part of my conscious pieced together what this was; another was equally fascinated as it was scared. What am I? My eyes glanced down to the girl who pressed her faced against the glass as close as she could, her button nose squashed against the glass.

It was slightly insulting actually.

It was also equally intriguing.

I tested the wires, seeing how much I could move before pressing my hand against the glass. She mimicked the move, pressing her hand against the glass as high as her small legs would let her. She grinned proudly at me, her eyes becoming bright and enchanting.

We were like this for a long moment before a disjointed voice called out and she tensed. Stress pressed her features again and she jumped away, disappearing into the darkness of the building again. My eyes were unable to follow and after a long moment I waited silently until the need to sleep a little longer made me close my eyes and drift away again.

A tapping, one very quiet, began to bother me. I was slowly learning what these feelings were. When I opened my eyes, I felt a twang in my heart. It was fear, but the twang also represented delight or joy. The first was a negative, bad feeling; the second two were positive, good feelings. Whenever I awoke, they taught me things, but only enough to know what they were verbally, but to never really enough to understand them physically. I had to do that on my own.

Being awoken late at night, I grumbled as I glanced down at the girl's face, squashed on the glass. She smiled when she noticed me staring down at her. She'd got her hand against the glass, but this time she was standing taller. Before coming here, she must have found something to help her stand higher. We were almost levelled with each other now.

A part of me guessed what she wanted and I reached out, pressing my hand against the glass, mirroring her own hand's level. Something changed in her features, something different that I almost withdrew my hand.

She spoke for the first time, but I couldn't hear her, or understand her. She must had noticed this and began to frown before breathing on the glass, writing sloppy her message.

W… wha…? Was it W, H, A, T? What was that word… I frowned at her and she got irritated at me. That was a negative feeling that made me withdraw slightly.

She breathed again on the glass and scribbled the message again.

I, S, was the next two letters that made a word, and then there was a Y, O, U and R in the third word followed by N, A, M and E at the end followed by a strange squabbily mark.

I tried to remember my lessons the people taught me.

'What is your name?' what did that mean?

When I shook my head, she jumped from the stool and went hunting for something. She found something eventually. It was the book they were using to teach me. She picked it up and came back to me, holding a page open. I knew the picture represented a question, about asking a person how they were addressed or something.

She breathed on the glass again, writing characters on the tube.

'L, U, C, Y'

Pointing to herself first, she then pointed at the word and smiled.

She was called L U C Y? What did that make, what did that sound like? I don't understand how letters were pronounced. She must have noticed this as she pulled a small microphone and earpiece out. It was one the staff used. She fiddled for a moment, but couldn't work it out. I felt something rise in my voice.

A laugh?

I was amused, but I wasn't sure why. Her face was cute, the way it scrunched up as it tried to work out what it was. Eventually she did get it.

When she spoke, her voice was gentle and childish. She asked again her question, "What is your name?"

I shrugged, shaking my head.

"You don't have one," it was more a statement than a question. "That's not fair, even I have a name."

I smiled at her, trying to mouth what she wrote.

"That's right, it's Lucy. You pronounce it like 'LOO' and 'See'. LOO-see."

I frowned, not sure whether try and say it. I frowned to myself as I said it slowly. "…Lu… cy…"

"Uh-huh! " She grinned marvellously at me. "You got it!" she said excitedly.

I'd admit, I was rather proud of myself too.

Little did I know, this would soon develop into a weekly routine, that she'd run away from the people who took care of her and talk to me. Sometimes she never found the microphone, but found other ways in communicating to me.

I began to enjoy the days when I got to see Lucy again.

One day, she stopped coming. She was growing up, but I never really bothered to question it. My "keepers" as they called themselves spent more time teaching me things when they realised how quickly I was improving. One day, they let me out of the tube and for the first time I got to feel what it were like to stand like them. They taught me to walk eventually, but they mostly sat me down at their desk and showed me many new things.

Eventually, they even said there was no need to keep me on the "support system" any more. I wondered what they meant by that, but I didn't ask. I learn there were many others like me, living on "support systems". Some were awake but in a state of being unable to communicate. Some didn't survive.

One day, I had asked, wondering what they were. "What are they?" I asked, point at the tank I was once in. it remained empty now.

The women keeper was very calm when she replied. "Some children are born in unstable conditions. They are brought here in hopes they'd restabilise like you did."

"And those who don't?"

"They remain asleep forever," she was very gentle, soothing my hair. "But you don't have to worry, once you've learnt all we can teach you, you'll finally experience the full world. You can be like everyone and get a full education, a job, even start your own family."

That sounded splendid! A part of me got a little excited at the comment. Would I get to meet her again?

The male keeper made a noise which brought me to reality and brought me back to my studies. When I glanced at him, I realise he was somewhat familiar. It only hit me when I was given time to sit at their desk and see a picture on the end. It was a woman with a girl…

…Lucy…

I knew instantly who she was. I asked the male keeper when he returned. He told me it was his daughter with her late mother. I was allowed to hold the photo for a while, admiring it before he asked me to focus back on my studies. I was more eager to learn now, knowing I might get the chance to see her one last time!

A/N: R & R if people want more... maybe? I'll try to update this story whenever I can!