Read A/N at bottom please.

She watched him intently as he sipped his coffee. She then remembered that she was still only in her robe. He seemed to notice to, for he looked up blush then look away. She felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"Uh, I'll be right back," she stood folding her arms across her chest. Quickly dashing up the stairs running to her room. Closing her door she took a deep breath and went in search of her scrubs. She had to get ready for her shift, she had a 34 minute drive to Niobrara Hospital. She would have worked closer if possible but sadly her town was so small that they didn't have a Hospital not a High School. She felt sorry for her future children and prayed that they have plans for one.

Changing into the loose blue cloth she bounced down the stairs running into a heavy mass at the bottom. She ended on top, looking down she found a man with dark brown curly hair that was graying slightly. He starring up at her with deep dark brown eyes. Again her cheeks started to burn and she climbed off him. Grabbing his forearm she helped the mass up to its feet.

"Sorry," she mumbled avoiding eye contact.

"It's fine. I have a couple a questions actually." He rested his left hand on the back of his neck.

"Of course!" She smiled sitting onto the sofa, he sat beside her.

"Where am I? How I get here? Have I met you before. Why can't I remember anything? And do you know where I live?"

"Harrison, Nebraska. I don't know. No. I don't know, and no." She smiled at him. "You actually just appeared in a box on my doorstep." Her watched started to chirp and she stood up. "Sorry I actually have to go. This is a very, very, small town and we don't have a hospital. I have to go to the next state which isn't actually that far." He nodded in understanding.

"Okay," she said grabbing her keys, "Don't answer the phone, that'll be hard to explain. There is food in the fridge. I have a Mac in the office, that's the third door on the right when you go left at the top of the stairs. Bathroom is at the end of the hall when you go right. Uh, oh." She bent down scribbling on a piece of paper. "here's my number, call if you need anything. I'll be home at six." She walked to the door and grabbed the paper she through onto earlier. She smiled and waved at the man before walking out. She didn't know this man. All she knew or could know about this man was on a single piece of paper that was stuck on a box.

~H~

If he said he was confused, that would be an understatement. Bruce was now sitting in a strange woman's house. All he knew was that he was in a small Town in Nebraska. He Didn't know where he was before but he did remember a black haired man. He had a blue light on his chest. He was yelling for him but Bruce's was becoming heavier.

He rubbed his eyebrows. His head hurt but he needed to remember something. He needed to remember this man. He could be an answer.

"Bruce!" The man was struggling to get his arms free. They were stuck behind him. He looked to be in a suit, it was red and gold. His free was open, blood was slowly dripping from his mouth. Bruce tried to move his body but he was tired. He couldn't move the way he wanted. He noticed he was being pulling further away from the man. A word was trying to form on his lips but it was lost.

He felt to the ground on his front. His face was turned to the side, slowly breathing. He saw an outline of a woman but never her face. Man was hit landing in his line of field. Arrows sprawled out around him, he groaned gripping his left arm.

He was being lifted again. He felt a cloth layer over his eyes. Darkness was the only thing he could remember then. No more noises, no more struggling, nothing.

He looked up. He was back in the room. There was hard wood floor under his feet, a red couch nested him. The walls were a deep tan several plants scattered across the room. A small tree in the corner. A spider plant in the front window. A vase of orange lilies sat on the coffee table. He pinched a pedal between his fingers. It was smooth. He sat back looking at them, starring at the details in the inners of the petals.

He decided to walk through the house. He opened doors absent mindedly. He opened a closet filled with sheets, another filled with random supplies, batteries, light bulbs, and tooth paste were some items that stood out to him. They were so mundane. He felt as if that wasn't part of his old life. His normal life. The one he no longer could remember.

He came across a bedroom, a perfectly made queen size bed was placed in the middle of the room. A bulky alarm clock on the table closest to the door. A long dress occupied the wall opposite of the bed that had olive green bedding. The walls were a darker olive green, about three shades darker he noted. He walked through the rest of the house noting everything was placed and well thought out. Each bedroom had a matching color scheme. The office wood matched carefully. There were few pictures on the wall. More nature images were placed around the walls. Only three were colored, the rest monochromatic. He ended in the kitchen. Sitting at the bar with a glass of water in front of him.

He felt like he was snooping, but he was left with nothing else to do. He didn't remember any of his old hobbies. He noticed a book sitting on the counter to his left. A Case For Pluto. He grabbed and started reading. Not like he had anything else to do.

~H~

Belle arrived home an hour late. She entered the house apologizing. She looked up to see Bruce standing in the middle of the floor looking at her. She had bags covering every inch of both of her forearms. He walked towards he grabbing several from each arm and followed her into the kitchen. She placed the bags on the table and he followed.

"Sorry I'm late. I stopped to pick up some stuff as you can see," She smiled.

"I can tell," he replied watching her.

"I got you some clothes, guessing the size, toothpaste, toothbrush, shaving stuff, soap, shampoo, deodorant, and some other random things I thought you might need. I thought since you can't remember anything I thought you might want to stay until you do." That was partial true. But she did finish reading the paper and made a call. She found out that he was a machine and someone, unknown, sent him to her. Unsure what to do she splurged and decided to have a house guest.

"I actually remember something. A man I'm still trying to remember his name but I do know what he looks like." She nodded then stopped taking in what he was saying. They shouldn't have any memories. The woman, Sky, said this should be its first time being turned on.

She turned to look at him. She noticed he was looking at her and blushed looking down. She mentally slapped herself for crushing on a machine. But she couldn't help herself. Her heart went out to him. She couldn't help the way her heart skipped a beat when he looked at her. She couldn't helped that her cheeks burned red when he talked to her. She was instantly lost in his eyes. She wondered if anyone else had fallen in love with a machine.

A/N: Yes Harrison is a real place. Yes it doesn't not have a hospital or a high school. Yes it is a 34 minute drive. No that is not including traffic. I have done my research. Please check out SkywardWriters. Oh and Yes, I am still sick. Its getting worse. I have a bad cough that it migrating down my chest becoming more and more painful. I hope its not bronchitis.