The rumble of distant thunder roused you from your slumber. Inclement weather never bothered you, but you were a light sleeper so you resigned to staying awake through the storm. The wind picked up and lighting illuminated your room as you rolled over to check the time.

Just after 2AM.

At least you worked for yourself and you didn't have to worry about staying up.

Soon the thunder was so loud your windows were rattling and the onslaught of rain drowned out any ambient sound in your still, little home. In some instances the closeness and duration of the lightning made you flinch. There hadn't been any severe warnings but mother nature sure was showing out. Your curiosity got the best of you and eventually you made your way to the window to peek out at the storm.

In a flash of lightning you thought you saw movement in your yard. Squinting you focused on the spot you'd thought moved and waited for another flicker. You're heart jumped when the flash of light revealed a man lying face up in the rain.

Without hesitation you threw on leggings, a jacket and your wellies before grabbing a flashlight and an umbrella. You could hear him groan from your porch as you stepped out.

The rain was steady but luckily the thunder and lightning were growing distant again as the storm moved to the next county. You shined the flashlight over him taking in his drenched black suit. Though he was lying in the wet grass there wasn't a single stain or mud splatter that you could see. A purple pocket square was neatly folded in the beast pocket, but the collar of his crisp white shirt was unbuttoned just low enough to see the beginnings of a chest tattoo. As you reached his face, careful not to blind him, unnaturally blue eyes met your gaze lighting up with flickering flames before fading.

What was that?

"A-are you ok?"
He blinked slowly and reached for you,"... Goddess…"

That timbre sent goosebumps over your extremities.

His hand dropped across his torso as he lost consciousness.

It took everything in you to get him into the house, but  you managed.

"Vitals are good, he doesn't appear to have any injuries." your friend's golden gaze met yours as he lowered his stethoscope."He just collapsed out there?"

"I guess so?" you answered toweling your hair dry, "There were no cars or other people out."

"F/N-ya," Law began, in a tone he knew you wouldn't appreciate,"I shouldn't have to lecture you about taking in strangers… incapacitated or not."

Law was a close friend. You'd actually worked the reception desk at his father's family practice before taking time off to grow your own small business. Like his father, Law also became a doctor, though he specialized in surgery.

"Why didn't you call 911?"
You frowned dropping the towel on your shoulders, "He doesn't have a wallet or anything on him."

He shook his head "This is not a stray. You don't know this..." Law looked over the unconscious man again, taking in his height as his legs hung off your sofa. "...ENORMOUS man. How did you even get him in here?"

A question he hadn't thought to ask before.

"Yes, thank you. I am aware that he Is not an animal." your eyes lingered over John Doe's sleeping face.

Something just compelled you to help him.

"What if he's a murderer or something?"
You rolled your eyes,"You sound like my mother. If he's a murderer he's pretty bad at it."
"You're impossible." Law stood,"I'll be right back."
"Wait, where are you going?"
"If he stays in those clothes he'll get sick. You're confident he's not a murderer right?"

When Law returned the two of you worked together to change the stranger's clothes.

"You'd be a terrible nurse," he commented, "oogling a patient like that."
Your focus snapped up from the perfect body in front of you,"Just looking for identifying marks."
Law scoffed,"If this haircut wasn't enough, the giant purple chest tattoo is."
"Ok, alright. Can we just get this done?"

After getting him changed you placed his wet clothes in a bag. The suit was too nice to throw in the wash so you planned to take it to the cleaners in the morning. Dawn, by the way, was fast approaching.

"I can't stay any later unfortunately," Law murmured checking the time,"Promise you'll call 911 if something happens?"
"Yes mother," you smirked as he shook his head and turned for the door.

It was nearly 6AM and exhaustion was creeping in on you. Your house guest was sleeping soundly so you decided to grab a blanket and camp out in the recliner for a bit.

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The strong scent of coffee pulled you from your slumber. You stretched and yawned before remembering you had company and quickly sat up to find the sofa empty. The blanket you'd covered him in was folded neatly on the cushions.

Getting up you quietly followed the smell of your dark roast breakfast brew percolating in the kitchen.

There he stood, back to you, appearing to expertly operate your French press. You had to admit seeing him upright and at his full height on his own was impressive. He had to surpass Law by at least five inches.

"Do people not consider it rude to stare anymore-yoi?" His soft but teasing timbre nearly sent your heart out of your chest.

That voice - so calm and smooth with just an edge of mischief.

"Not many people opt mess with that old thing when the single cup machine is right there." you pointed at the coffee maker to his left, though he still hadn't turned toward you.
"That old thing," he parroted with a chuckle,"This, madam, is a very well maintained, perfectly crafted, timeless gadget." he shifted to face you with a soft amused smile, "I'm surprised a human so young even owns one."
"What a strange thing to say, not that I expected anything about this to be normal, I guess."

This entire interaction felt both ordinary and surreal somehow.

"Well now you're just trying to hurt my feelings-yoi."
"I'm so sorry," you chuckled,"I don't usually pull accident victims into my house during storms and wake up to find them making coffee the next morning."
"It is a relief to know you don't take people in off the street for fun." those bright cyan eyes met yours briefly before he pulled two coffee cups off of the rack under the cupboard.

His actions were so fluid and confident it was hard not to stare. It was hard to believe he'd never been in your kitchen before. He just looked and moved like he belonged there.

"There you go again-yoi…"
"Sorry," you shifted awkwardly, "it's F/N by the way."
"How would you like your coffee, F/N?"

The way your name so gracefully fell from his perfect lips sent a quick flash of goosebumps over your skin.

"Oh," you reached for the fridge to get your creamer, "I'll do it. No worries."

He stepped to the side allowing you to customize your drink, watching with interest as you stirred.

What the hell were you even doing? You didn't even know his name.

"As you can probably guess, I have some questions."
"I have answers-yoi." his tone was light but serious.

It sounded like he planned to address everything you wanted to know.

"We'll start easy," you leaned against the counter, "What's your name?"
"You may call me Marco."