AN: My first multi chaptered Fairy Tail fanfic. I know, it's an odd idea, but I felt like exploring something outside of my usual writing style. In no way do I believe that Fairy Tail is really in Lucy's mind, but it's interesting to write about. This will probably be quite a short story.

Disclaimer: I don't really know how anybody could believe that Fairy Tail belongs to a spotty teenage girl who is obsessed with watermelon.

"Lucy… what's happening in Fairy Tail today?"

"Erza's scary!"

A smile formed on the blond girl's face. "Erza's mad at Grey and Natsu."

"Why?"

"They destroyed her cake." Lucy took a sharp inhale of breath. "Ouch. That's got to hurt."

"Wasn't that a bit harsh, Erza?" Mirajane asks, leaning on the bar

"Those two need to learn to respect a woman and her cake. Especially if it's strawberry cheesecake."

"Let me get you another cake."

Lucy giggles and takes another sip of her banana milkshake. A milkshake that ends up on the floor when Natsu pounces on her.

"Natsu!" she fumes, whipping her head round to face him. The dragonslayer remains oblivious to the dark aura his friend is radiating.

"Wanna go on a mission?"

Lucy sighs and glances at the puddle that she had been enjoying under a minute ago. Yes, she is annoyed at the death of her milkshake, but she also needs to pay her rent.

"Sure!"

"Lucy, open your eyes."

The blond Celestial mage frowns. She doesn't like that voice. It cuts through her mind like a knife.

Natsu turns around, confused. "Luce?"

"Lucy?"

That voice again. Why won't it stop? Lucy clutches her head. Her nakama start to fret. Happy flies in helicopter circles around her. They're making her dizzy. She bites her lip to stop herself from screaming. She hates this, hates it!

"Lucy, open your eyes."

"N-no… please, no!" she stutters

"Why not?"

"If I open my eyes, Fairy Tail…"

"That's the intention. Open them."

Slowly, reluctantly, the girl opened her eyes and removed her hands. The warm, friendly guild around her disappeared. Instead, she was in that room. A room she was more familiar with than she liked.

Her counsellor's office.

Lucy fidgeted on the sofa, fiddling with the sleeve of her sweater. She knew that her counsellor would be examining her incredulously, probably writing some notes. The blond girl didn't want to look the woman in the eye. Instead, she focussed on the fishbowl. She didn't know the name of the goldfish, but in her mind it was Pisces.

"Lucy, can you look at me?" her counsellor asked. The girl complied. "Why didn't you want to open your eyes?"

Because I hate this place. Lucy thought bitterly. Knowing what trouble that would get her in, she mumbled a partly true answer. "Natsu and I are going on a mission because I need to pay my rent."

Her counsellor sighed, pushing her glasses up her nose. Ms Eastwood (she asked Lucy to call her Ann, but Lucy thought they were far from first name terms) was a prim, proper woman who wore smart suits and her hair in a bun. In Lucy's opinion, she seemed too upright to properly understand her clients.

"Lucy, tell me- why do you need to pay your rent?"

Lucy glared at the woman. Ms Eastwood was treating her like a child. "I'll get kicked out of my apartment if I don't."

"That's the problem Lucy. Said apartment doesn't exist."

Not wanting to answer, Lucy snuck a glance at the clock- and realised to her great pleasure that her session was up.

Ms Eastwood followed her gaze. Upon noticing the time, she sighed. "Okay Lucy, you can go now-"

Lucy got up.

"-When I'm done talking."

Her client plopped herself back onto the sofa in exasperation.

"First of all," her counsellor said, pushing her glasses up her nose, "Are you sure living on your own will help?"

Unable to answer with a nod or a shake of her head, Lucy murmured a reply. "I'm sure. I'm seventeen, you know."

Ms Eastwood raised an eyebrow. That said it all. Lucy was fully aware that her counsellor thought her insane enough to be in the hospital. Maybe she was.

"Well, if you're sure… now, for our next session, I want you to write up character profiles for your Fairy Tail friends."

"You mean my nakama?"

"Yes, your… nakama, as you like to put it. You may now leave."

Lucy was out of there in a matter of seconds.

Fairy Tail… what could she say? She'd never intended it to come to this.

It had started when she was only six. Having just entered Primary School, they were set the task of writing their own fairy tales.

So a six year old Lucy wrote a story about a boy who was raised by a dragon. His dragon left and the boy searched for him, gaining friends along the way. He never found his guardian, but lived a long, happy life with his friends. When the man was on his deathbed, his daughter was out picking flowers when she saw the dragon fly across the sky. Dropping her flowers, she ran to tell her father. He died happy, content that the dragon had returned to him once again.

She had titled the page-

"My Fairy Tail"

The other children mocked her spelling error as well as her story in general. They said that dragons were evil, that the story should have had a happier ending. Lucy was hurt, but she secretly loved her story. All the other children had written the same things; the boys had heroic men slaying monsters, whilst the girls had come up with sappy romance tales about damsels in distress being saved by their prince charming.

The looks on their faces when the teacher gave her a gold star had been priceless.

After that, they had to draw a picture from their fairy tale. Lucy drew her hero, the protagonist alongside his cat. She had intended her hero to have ginger hair, and his cat to be black. But all the other crayons were being used, so she made do with pink and blue.

Lucy took the drawing, story and gold star home to show her mother. Layla had smiled and stuck them onto the fridge.

Four years later, Layla died. In what seemed like the blink of an eye, Lucy's kind, warm and caring mother was simply a corpse buried under several layers of soil in a garden of death.

After the funeral, her father transformed. He became a different man. No, he didn't hit her or anything- though sometimes Lucy wished he would. Anything for him to display emotion, to stop being an empty shell of a man. Something to show that he still acknowledged her existence.

Fairy Tail started formulating properly when she hit puberty aged twelve. She had just started secondary school. Sure, she wasn't bullied, but she felt distant. Something within her caused the girl to be naturally isolated from the others. Lucy felt like a black sheep in a flock of white. Everyone was nice to her, sure, but it wasn't pure, the raw friendship Lucy found herself craving. And with no parents to turn to, she honestly didn't know how to cope.

The idea of the guild first came when she was doing chemistry homework. Tired of acids and alkalis, she had gone to the fridge for a drink.

When she closed the fridge door, her story and picture were on the floor. After so many years, the blue tack had finally given up. Lucy bent over, picked up the picture and was about to stick it back on when she noticed something.

My Fairy Tail

She felt a smile creep over her face. All she could think was do fairies have tails?

Lucy pondered on it for a few minutes before slipping the paper into her pocket.

The next morning, whilst Lucy was munching on cornflakes and her father was reading a newspaper, she broke a taboo.

She attempted to engage in conversation with her father.

"Dad?"

He remained silent.

Lucy was taken aback, but continued. "Do fairies have tails?"

Her father looked at her incredulously. "Fairies don't exist, Lucinda."

His daughter scowled. He passed it as hatred of her full name, but in reality she was disgusted at herself.

Of course. What was I thinking?

That day, they learnt about constellations in Physics. The teacher showed them a map of stars and pointed out the lines between, showing how they made shapes. In particular, he showed them the zodiac signs, explaining how they aligned with the sun at certain points in the year.

He was going through a list of the zodiac signs. "…Capricorn the goat is from December 22nd to January 19th, followed by Aquarius the water bearer…"

Lucy frowned. Something seemed odd.

Why was Aquarius the only human?

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After class, Lucy stayed behind to ask her teacher a question.

"Sir, what kind of personality would Aquarius have?"

Her teacher stopped packing and turned to stare at her. "Pardon?"

The blond girl fiddled with the hem of her skirt. "If Aquarius were real, what sort of personality would she have?"

The man shook his head. "It's a constellation, Miss Heartphilia. It doesn't have a personality."

That night, Lucy drew the twelve Zodiac. Not as dot-to-dot line drawings but as real, living creatures with personalities. She made Aquarius a mermaid with attitude, Aries a sweet but timid young lady, Leo flirtatious buy undyingly loyal to his true friends.

And, strange as it may sound, she began to feel affection for her creations. She made them the Stellar Spirits and made them companions out of some of the minor spirits- the Canis Minor, Nikora, who ended up looking like a snowman. Lyra, the lyre, a young girl with the voice of an angel.

They became her friends.

Erza was inspired by a real person. When Lucy was thirteen, she had been at her bus stop, playing Snake on her phone when a guy sauntered over and snatched it off her.

"H-Hey!" Lucy had stuttered, jumping up angrily- only to be faced with an adolescent twice her brawn.

"I need to borrow this." He smirked. "You got a problem."

Lucy knew he wasn't 'borrowing' it. But what could she do? This boy scared her.

Luckily, she didn't have to do anything.

A woman placed her hand on the boy's shoulder. "Give the girl her phone back." The woman said coolly. The boy turned around, swiping her hand away and curling his into a fist.

"Why you-"

Then he stopped as he met the woman's gaze. Her intimidating gaze. The icy aura radiating off her was enough to silence him.

"Give back the phone." The woman deadpanned, although her eyes were threatening.

With a wail, the boy threw the phone at Lucy (who just managed to catch it) and took off.

The woman nodded, satisfied, then turned to Lucy.

"Are you okay?"

Lucy could only nod. She was awestruck at the woman's beauty. Fiery red hair, chocolate brown eyes and a strong but dazzling face. The woman smiled, reached into her bag and came out with…

…A cupcake?

The woman gave Lucy the treat before leaving.

The rest of the guild came about in a similar way. Just people that Lucy saw or encountered, never people she actually knew. She took this people, wonderful people who only passed fleetingly through her life, and made them her friends. Her nakama.

The only exception to this was Natsu. In her mind, Natsu was the pink haired protagonist of her fairy tale. He was Fairy Tail's first member, and her first friend.

Their world, the Fairy Tail world, evolved and grew. It became a part of Lucy, filling the empty space her parents had left. She was hardly aware as the real world faded into oblivion. In her mind she was Lucy Heartphilia, Stellar Spirit Mage and member of Fairy Tail.

Lucy's counselling started soon after she turned seventeen.

She came home from school and there was her father, clutching her drawings, her writing her friends. He had Fairy Tail clenched in his fist.

"What," he spat, thrusting the papers into her face, "Is this?"

Lucy had never been one for thinking on her feet. In the heat of the moment, she gave him the worst answer she possibly could.

"They're my friends. My nakama."

He stared at her for a few, long seconds before dumping the papers on the floor and marching off.

That was when he got her counselling.

AN: Ummm… is it okay? I'm really not sure what people will think of this. So please, review and put me out of my misery. I'll probably look back on this story in a week and absolutely despise it, to be honest. This will be fairly short, five chapters at the very most (even that's being optimistic). I can't promise a date for the next update so bear with!

Auf Wiedersehen! (That's German for goodbye).