A/N: Hello readers! A new story! This one is a little different than my usual, because I'm going at it in a very different way. I don't intend to plan very far ahead with my writing-I'm just gonna go with the flow! we'll see how it turns out!

Anywho, I don't intend for this story to be very long, nor will it be super deep with morals and whatnot. It's gonna be a fun little multichapter. Hope you all like it! Please read, review, message me with thoughts or ideas! I'd love to hear from you! Thanks so much for reading I am so thankful to anyone who reads my stuff!

Natsu frowned, dark eyes searching the girl's face. "What're you talkin' about?" He sputtered, confused. "I'm your best friend!"

Lucy had been in the infirmary, knocked out cold the entire day. They'd gone on a mission that morning to a nearby village to deal with some rowdy pre-teens who were abusing their magical powers to harass the locals. The kids hadn't been strong—they were just a nuisance, really—but right at the very end, as they were handing the brats off to the local authorities, one of them cast a spell that hit Lucy square in the back.

She'd been out cold ever since then—physically fine, but fast asleep—and Natsu had carried her back to the guild, Happy fluttering alongside them.

Once he'd gotten there, they'd taken her directly to the infirmary and checked her vitals. She was alive, she was breathing, her organs were in normal condition. In fact, Wendy couldn't find a single thing wrong with the blonde—there were no wounds to heal. Wendy guessed that it was a sleeping spell, and that Lucy would wake up within the next couple hours. And that was that.

Naturally, Natsu didn't leave her side. He pulled up a chair, grabbed some snacks, and waited. He was in it for the long haul.

Good thing, because it took her three days to wake up. And when she did, it was absolute chaos.

She'd cracked an eye open, then flinched at the rays of sunshine hitting her square in the face; she yawned, stretched, feeling like she'd just had the best sleep of her life. She sucked in a relaxed, deep breath, and then opened her eyes, looking to see her surroundings.

And when she realized there was a pink haired boy directly in front of her face, she began to scream.

Lucy jumped back, screeching, shuffling to the far edge of the bed, trying to get away from him. Natsu frowned, tilting his head to the side, his grin slipping away as he watched his best friend actually screaming in fear at the sight of him.

"Help!" The blonde shrieked. "Help! Stranger danger! Help!"

He crossed his arms, making a face as he stood on the right side of her hospital cot. "Stranger danger?" The boy blinked. "What's wrong with you?"

The girl continued to scream bloody murder.

"Jesus," Natsu spat, leaning forward and clapping his hands over her mouth. "Would you shut up?"

Of course, him touching her didn't exactly ease her worries; she smacked his arm away—hard —and continued to scream, louder this time. Frantically, she glanced around, looking for something that she could use as a weapon. To her left, on the medical table, there was a thermometer. She snatched it, turning back to the face the pink haired boy, wielding the thermometer at him.

"You better back off, buddy!" She screamed. "I'm not afraid to use this!"

Natsu made a face. "What are you gonna do, check to see if I have a fever?"

"Ugh," Lucy hissed, ignoring his snide comments. "Explain yourself."

"Explain what?" He snapped back, utterly confused by her harsh tone.

"Why you're in my room!"

"Man, you're really losin' it..." He mumbled under his breath. He took a split second, and then spoke to her. "Luce, you're not in your room—you're in the infirmary."

She hesitated, turning her head to the left slightly as she stared at him, thermometer still held up in defense. "I'm in the what?" She blinked. "And what did you just call me?"

Natsu's eyebrows tugged down. Boy, she sure was stupid sometimes. "The infirmary, at the guild." He paused for a second, frown growing.

She blinked four times, eyes flickering around. Well, he was right—it definitely was a hospital of some kind. Not a bedroom. But why was she in a hospital? And what guild was he talking about? Now, her face was enveloped in a frown. She prodded him on, demanding an answer for her previous question. "What did you call me?"

"Uh...Luce?" The boy responded, clearly not getting it.

"Why?" She snapped.

"That's your name, idiot." He took a second. "Lucy."

Well, that seemed to really shut her up. She opened her mouth immediately, about to shut him down and correct him—No, that was not her name—but then, after a second, she realized that she didn't actually know her name. She couldn't correct him—she couldn't remember her own name.

But then, that got her thinking. Who the hell was she? Where was she? In fact...she couldn't even recall what her own face looked like.

"I..." She began, but trailed off, eyes wide. Her gaze dropped to the hospital cot, but then snapped back up to the boy. "Who are you?"

His face twisted up into a funny expression. "You don't know who I am?"

She shoved the thermometer at him threateningly, demanding an answer. "Who are you?"

The thermometer thumped against his chest; he looked down at it for a second, then peered back up at the girl. "What're you talkin' about? I'm your best friend!"

"No you're not!" She spat back.

He crossed his arms. "Yes, I am!"

"Well, I think I'd remember my best friend!" Lucy hissed back.

"Ugh—alright," The boy grumbled under his breath, stepping back and walking towards the door. He went over to a little pad beside the door and pressed a red button. "This is just insulting."

"What are you doing?" Lucy questioned, tone harsh.

The boy narrowed his eyes at her. "Callin' the doc—you clearly need to get your head checked."

The pink haired boy made his way back over to her bedside—she thrust the thermometer back up at him, ready to use in case he attacked—and sat back in a chair to her right. He kicked his feet up and placed them on the tiny mattress, taking up most of the room and touching her blanket clad legs.

"And you can put the thermometer down, weirdo."

Lucy lowered the thermometer, letting her hands drop to her lap. She watched the pink haired boy, searching his face carefully; she was still extremely skeptical of him. She didn't particularly like having strangers in a room with her.

A couple seconds later, the door swung open, and an older woman with pink hair walked in; she had a stern look on her face, like she'd really rather not be there.

"What is it?" The old lady, Porlyusica, asked, eyes landing on Natsu. "You better not be calling for room service again."

"Nah," Natsu muttered, a little grumpy from Lucy yelling at him. "It's Luce—she's all stupid."

"Hey!" Lucy cried.

Porlyusica stepped forward, frown landing on Lucy, now. "What's wrong with her?"

Natsu took his feet off the bed, sitting up straighter. "She woke up and started screaming like crazy. She doesn't remember me, or her name, or anything."

"Mhm," Porlyusica murmured under her breath, taking a little flashlight off of the medical table to the side and flashing it directly into Lucy's eyes. "Interesting."

Lucy made a face. "I can remember things," She snapped, taking a moment to give the pink haired boy a little glare. "I'm fine." Okay, so maybe that was a lie. But she didn't want pinky over there to be right.

The old woman didn't miss a beat. "Can you tell me your full name, date of birth, birthplace?"

Lucy fell silent. Drat. Guess the jig was up. "Uh..."

The boy grinned. "Told ya."

"Shut it."

Porlyusica stepped back, voice flat. "I'm guessing you were hit with an incomplete spell."

Lucy frowned slightly. "What's that mean?"

The old woman explained. "When someone casts a spell or a charm that they aren't strong enough for, that they aren't capable of casting, it comes out incomplete. Every incomplete spell wants to be complete—that's the nature of magic. So, it took some of your life force in order to manifest completely. And when it took some of your life force, it took that which held your memories."

That shook Lucy, right to her very core. It was an odd feeling, not being able to recall any details about any of your life—and this confirmed it. She'd lost her memories. She was blank. She was a clean slate. It was surprisingly scary, not knowing anything about who you are or what you've done.

"Will she ever get her memories back?" Natsu asked, arms crossed in front of his chest. As annoying as she'd just been, he couldn't help but be concerned—she was his best friend, after all.

"Possibly. That, I'm not sure of. Maybe, when she regains her magic power, and her life force is replenished..." Porlyusica trailed off. "I can't guarantee it."

Lucy felt her heart drop; her veins buzzed, brimming with fear and anxiety. She didn't know where she was, she didn't know who she was...she felt very unsafe. Like everything around her was a risk.

Porlyusica headed for the door. She spoke one last time before heading out of the room, over her shoulder. "Physically, you're fine—you can be released from the infirmary." She paused. "Natsu, take care of her. This won't be easy on her."

She left, leaving Lucy and Natsu in the room together, alone yet again.

He turned to her. "So...you can't remember anything?"

Lucy eyed him, her guard still up. He still was a stranger—a threat. She supposed he deserved an answer, though. "No, nothing."

The boy ran a hand through his hair. "Yikes," He mumbled, letting out a huff of air. "Welp, guess I'll just have to tell you stories about all of our adventures."

Lucy could feel a smile instinctively working its way up to her lips, but she paused, hesitating. Her eyes ran over the boy's face, searching every nook and cranny of it; she desperately tried to wrack her brain for any recollection of the fellow. Clearly, she'd known him when she had her memories...but now, he was a stranger. The thought irked her, left her stomach unsettled.

She was a blank canvas, totally incomplete.

She was void.