You don't even remember which month or the date of they day, but you recall that at six o'clock in the morning, just before the sun rose on a Friday, there was a knock on the door.

You had opened it to find a woman slightly younger than you standing on your doorstep, which you suppose is to be expected, considering that she had just been banging on your door.

You can see the blush that spread across her face, and you know exactly which pair of boxers you had worn that night, which coincidentally was all you were wearing when you opened that door.

Though you were normally very alert and somewhat of a man of action, you had a little trouble figuring out how to handle her.

"Can I help you?" was the response you finally settled on, though it may have been worded differently. Some of the details are stamped in your brain, some of them have been deemed inconsequential and irrelevant.

"You're, um, Gray Fullbuster, right?" she had ventured, perplexing you all the more.

"Depends on who is asking," you answered with that trademark smirk, and her chocolate brown eyes had widened before taking on a determined look.

"Lucy Heartfilia," she stuck out a hand that you shook. Her hand had been tiny, and your sizable one almost swallowed it entirely.

"That doesn't explain why you showed up at my house, absurdly early in the morning, and forcing me to get up and answer the door," you had pointed out. It was too early to worry about hurting anyone's feelings.

Lucy bit her lip, the opened and closed her mouth a few times, not sure where to start.

"Come in," you jerk your head towards the inside of your house. I'll make tea, and we can talk, okay?

She blushed even brighter, then nodded and followed you inside.

It was silent as you brewed the tea. Lucy did not offer why she was here, and you dared not ask.

You both say down across from each other at your kitchen counter. You had pulled on a sweatshirt and pair of pants, and you had both been ready for a true heart to heart talk.

"You saved a girl's life, five years ago. She was thrown into a lake, and you pulled her out." Lucy finally began.

You put your mug down and gave Lucy a prying stare.

"And you're telling me that's you?" You still didn't understand why would she come and find you. It can't have been easy. You had tried to stay out of her life after that happened, host knows why.

"Yes." She continued to calmly sip the tea, and though she had seemed embarrassed before, she was not fazed now.

"So are you here to say thanks or something?"

"I suppose so. I mean, I'm pretty happy that I'm alive. The main reason I'm here, is just to meet you. Seeing as how I owe you my life." She shrugged and returned your stare.

"Your wondering why I never checked to see how things turned out for you. Why I left my name with the hospital and ran out." You had filled in those blanks for her, letting Lucy know that you knew exactly what was going on.

"That is one thing I am interested in as well," she conceded.

"I'm sure the answer is interesting, but it's buried somewhere in my subconscious."

Lucy raised both eyebrows and set her mug down next to yours.

"From the looks of it, you were fine without me, and I have plenty of time to get to know you now," you had offered lamely.

She rolled her eyes and gave a small laugh, which had caught you by surprise and is perhaps the event with the most detail in your memory. Lucy then looked you straight in the eyes, and said two words that started on of the most bizarre relationships ever.

"I accept."