Authors Notes: So this is my first attempt at a fanfic...well one that I've published for public eyes. There may be some OOCness however I will try to keep it to a bare minimum. Constructive critics are welcome rude trolls and buttmunches however will be ignored and probably deleted and not read.

In other notes: Major Kudos to those who know what Anime and Manga I got the idea for this from!

NEWS FLASH!: I do not own Fairy Tail Or any of their characters...

Chapter 1

"Thank you for shopping at Hardbodies and more!" The perky young woman smiles at the expecting couple that leaves her shop after purchasing a vinyl sticker family sticker set. She sighs in relief as their overly sunny presence was actually distracting...never the less the vibe that the wife may have hidden something...never mind it wasn't her business. Though her shop specialized in parts for those more serious about their cars, she carried a few knickknacks to appeal to the more...mundane customer. Granted she didn't particularly care for the stupid fad of telling me exactly how many people are in your family but if people would spend money on it in her shop, she'll carry a few.

A few.

Key word: Few

Hardbodies & More was Magnolia's main place for obtaining hard to get, aftermarket, and (for the right price and "insurance") black-market car and bike parts. Some would argue that there was no better place in all of Fiore. It was no mistake either. The young owner had worked her butt off to get it that way. She'd forged connections, gotten a degree in computer sciences with a minor in business, graduated at the top of her class and all while keeping an odd hour full-time job. She didn't brag but she still thought she did pretty good for herself. Besides...she had to provide for herself...no more mooching.

Brown eyes scan her latest shipping voucher. "Huh, so that part is finally in for that 1969 Mercury C. Eliminator...I know he'll be ecstatic..." she laughs recalling how he'd all but drooled on her counter when assured that she could not only find the part needed but have it installed. He didn't need to know that she would be the one installing it...Growing up the adopted daughter of the biggest car manufacturer in all of Fiore had its perks. Such as easily getting certified to work on cars by age 18...but then again her "Brother" hadn't helped in his pushing. He'd wanted to show off his 'new' little sister and the best way to do that was to use her photographic memory to make her an ace mechanic. Once finding out about her gifts it became his personal mission to make sure she saw as many cars as possible. With him getting into street racing it became a fairly easy task. She could drive by twelve...not legally mind you...but drive...drag...and drift by twelve. Laxus got in so much trouble once his grandfather found out. Even if he seemed secretly rather proud. Mavis, her family was SO weird...but she loved them regardless.

Green and purple faintly waif into view from the corner of her eyes warning her before: "Lucy? These numbers here are a little off on the bank statements. I might have to go down to the bank and do some double checking. Are you going to be ok for a while alone?" Pushing blonde hair back from her face as she looks up from the paper she was perusing.
"You do realize who you're talking to right? I'll be fine Freed and if anyone tries anything I have my trusty SIG P210 for when someone tries something stupid and my WA2000 in the garage. You worry too much." The green haired man smirks subtlely. "I suppose but you know Laxus would never forgive me if something happened to you." Brown orbs roll in frustration. "Yes, I know...geeze. Chill. You won't be gone that long right? I'll be ok for an hour or two. Can you bring back lunch?" she picks up her coffee mug to take a sip out of. The gun handle fitting all too familiarly in her hand. Sometimes he worried that Laxus was a bad influence on his little sister. She was girly but had a tomboyish streak a mile and a half wide. Just take her wardrobe! She had cute outfits galore but only ever wore her jeans and ICON or FOX t-shirts to work hair in one wild pony or two low pig tails like they are now. Freed despaired over her actually getting a date. Never the less a decent boyfriend. Shaking his head in resignation, knowing that this was a futile battle he simple accepted it and moved on. "Sure, what do you want AND don't say chinese! I can't take anymore Egg Foo Young." Pouting she sighs. "Fine. How about a deli sandwich and chips?" he agrees and heads out the door pulling on his suit coat. He was so boringly formal...how the heck was he friends with Laxus?

Returning to her work she's able to work in peace for about thirty minutes before the door chime sounds breaking her out of her revere. Looking up she sees the group of a well-known bike gang come in. "This place is legit. You can find any part you need or have it found. They even put them on if you need it." Max, a usual to her shop comes in gushing. His geeky bowl cut ever his identifier. He kept claiming that he was going to bring it back in style. After 2 years it doesn't seem he's made any progress on that front. His presence, usually was a sandy experience. She always felt that talking with him was like dealing with a bowl of sand... not nessicarily unpleasant underfoot...but sometimes very annoying when stuck on the hands. But oddly enough his "sandy' presence was actually much more toned down and bearable. Despite his looks and perhaps a little fanboyish tendencies he was a top-notch biker. He had to be apart of the The Dragonriders. They were known all over Fiore. They had the best bikes and the best times...and the fiercest fists...

"Nah, I can handle that part. I'm pretty good with my hands." The casual but warm response from a slightly taller man who followed him. He was new. Geeze he's like vibrating with...warmth? WEIRD. She'd never seen or felt someone like him before. First impressions: "If he dyed his hair that rose color he's a completionist as even his eyebrows are that color...he pulls it off well...REALLY well. He's built too as that jacket is not as padded as Max's still the same width but not too wide. Just right ...Down girl it's not professional to drool over customers. In fact I think it's technically rude." Max sighs his shoulders almost slump just a hair. Second impression: "Max wants to impress him, somewhat. Is he important?"

"That's not what the last girl said." The third man coming in behind him jokes earning a pretty hard punch from Mr. Good-with-his-hands. This guy felt...icy but in a strangely pleasant way like a crisp fall morning. He had black hair that was almost blue with very dark blue eyes. He looked built too. These guys must stay in a gym or honestly work for a living. She could get used to them coming in on a regular if only to give her eye candy. Max turns back towards the interior of the store, his eyes lighting up as he makes eye contact. "Lucy!"

"It's been a while Max. Been keeping Bethany in good working order?" the other two men look surprised that she knew his bike's private name. She knew more than his bikes name in the Dragonriders...they all named their bikes. He was a new recruit and often blabbed too much to Lucy. Max blushes. "Yeah...but I need a fuel cap..." She blinks. "You lost another one? She should dump you."

"Don't talk like that!? Bethany would never do that!" Lucy playfully waves him off. " yeah yeah...Yamaha FZ1 2013 right? Be right back. I ordered several because you keep loosing them..." She walks to her back room. Max had the grace to blush sheepishly at her admittance. "And when I return you can introduce me to your friends." He blushes again at his lapse in manners.

Lucy was an odd girl. At once down-to-earth, hard-working, tomboyish, and relateable. But by the same token girly and manner bound in some respects. Introductions are paramount for proper business dealings after all. Max sighs forlornly. "That guys is Lucy Heartfillia. The hottie owner of Hardbodies & More. She knows her stuff, is a genius when it comes to cars and bikes and is totally unattainable." Good-with-his-hands lifts a brow. "Really? SHE's the mechanic? Not like her boyfriend or dad or brother?" Max looks at him seriously. "Yes, Natsu. She's damn good and would be a great contact to have. Better than trying to get what we need over the internet. Please don't piss her off. Help me out here Gray." The third man shrugs. "He's got a point Natsu. This place looks well equipped and the second level looks actually really secure...and it's next to the local gun shop the..."

"The Chamber." Lucy supplies for them as she walks back up to the counter. Natsu blinks he hadn't heard her...odd, Max thought nothing of it, but Gray cast Natsu a knowing glance, they could hear the slight warning in her tone. She was protective. Damn right, and she was rather proud of that trait. People always thought her a princess. Oh how wrong they where. "Azlack and Bisca Connall own it. They have a lovely little girl..." her once kind, and warm, eyes now wary and guarded. Her unspoken warning about harming her neighbors clear to the men. Max quickly jumps in. "Yeah, we love them! I go there sometimes just for the firing range in the back!" Natsu and Gray got slightly longer looks before she turns back to Max smiling once again her kind smile. "These are my friends, Natsu and Gray." She turned and looked at them both her eyes wary then tentatively kind.

"Perhaps I over reacted...they seem nice enough. Not harmless...but nice."

"Hi, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Lucy Heartfillia, but just Lucy is fine." she offers her hand. Gray accepts first grinning causing a faint chill to run up her arm before stopping right at the base of her skull. She grit her teeth politely and bore it, too much information, she'll sort it later. "Max loves this place. We swear he would sleep here if he could. I'm Grey." Lucy laughs. "I can just see my accountant's face when coming in in the morning to open up." she then shakes Natsu's hand. He blinks down at her firm grip in curiousness but soon smiles brightly at her making him seem almost boyish. The cold was instantly overrun by a wave of heat and another dose of information she really wanted to do with out...huh so he was good with his hands.

"TMI Lucy, focus!"

"Natsu. Good to meet ya. We had to come to the place Max keeps cooing over. I gotta say I'm impressed. I'll be back, I got a new bike I'm making. Might need a few after market parts." Lucy nods. "I can help you with those. I can email you a list when your ready." She hands him a surprisingly classy black business card with magenta metallic and silver writing. Taking a breath Natsu blinks. "Honey- Vanilla...nice." Gray looks at him curiously.

Lucy looks at Max and lifts a brow at him. She clears her throat slightly at him drawing his eyes up again from the "FOX" logo stretched enticingly over her chest. Yes she knew it was large...she didn't do back sit ups and wear heavy-duty sports bras every day for nothing. Her back never forgive her if she forgot. Max jumps and looks nervously at her. "HA! Uh..." Lucy leans on the counter. "If this is how you deal with women. Stick with Bethany, after all you get to ride her every night, right?" she's punching something into the cash register. "13.75." he pays obediently. "Yeah...sorry." Gray and Natsu laugh at his pain. "I'll see you friday right?" she says easily forgiving him for his lapse. "You know it, my tires come in right!?" She nods. "They are on schedule for delivery then. I'll have them all ready to go for you too."

Natsu looks down at his watch frowning. "We gotta go. You know how she is if we're late." They all pale.

"You're the best! Lucy!" Max hurries towards the door. "Thanks we gotta go! Got a meeting..." Lucy waves him off. "Less I know the better." She waits and listens to the pleasing purr of his engine be joined with two much more powerful ones. One of them being much more forceful and deep than either of the other two. It was the first to drive off. Two more customers, of that she was sure. Possibly more the Dragonriders where a sizable group with satellite groups all over Fiore. Those bikes where well-kept and no doubt had some custom parts. Oh yes, they will be back, you can't get better parts anywhere. Indeed, providing a quality product and quality service at a fair price is the key to getting customers. Word of mouth is the best form advertisement when you have a good service. And she always made sure she had great service.