A/N: Hey there my lovely spongecakes!
So, little secret. I really love Graylu! Haha, not a real secret, but who cares.
So when I saw Graylu week was coming up, I just had to write a story.

I hope you enjoy :) (I do not own Fairy Tail)

The sniffles

Gray lazily peered through the guild as most members started to arrive. He was normally not one to arrive early, but recently he found himself every morning at precisely eight in morning at the guild. The exact same time as she would arrive. She always was an early morning bird. Chirpy and happy even when most people were grumpy. Yet today, he could find no trace of her. She didn't greet him with her huge radiant smile, she didn't sit down next to him and she didn't order her favourite strawberry yoghurt from Mira. She hadn't even showed up this morning. It made him furrow his eyebrows. She never ever missed a day at Fairy Tail, claiming that each day was an adventure and she didn't want to miss a second of it.

He looked to his right and found his rival a few barstools away with his face on the counter. He had a rather gloomy aura around him and, quite honestly, Gray didn't feel like asking why. It most likely had to do with the absence of her, but then again, flame brain could be depressed about anything. He glanced back to the main entrance again, for the hundredth time, but still she had not arrived.

"What's troubling you Gray?" a rather sweet voice suddenly asked behind him.

He lazily turned around on his stool and faced the white haired barmaid. She had her eyes closed and a sickly sweet smile adorned her otherwise pretty face. Gray knew what that meant. She was trying to get information out of him. Information about his love life. Information concerning her.

"Nothing," he said with an emotionless face, not prepared to tell her anything.

She giggled softly and leaned closer to him. She slowly opened her eyes to show him the match-making fire burning inside of them. "Oh come Gray. I know love issues when I see them, so why don't you just spit it out?" she asked in a hushed tone.

He rolled his eyes at the she-devil. She knew damn well who he was fussing about for over a month! But she just wanted to hear him say it out loud. Well, no way he was going to confess to her, she was most likely the last he would tell. Praise her matchmaking abilities as it may, but her secret keeping abilities had a lot to work on. Once she heard something juicy it never stayed secret for too long.

"I really don't know what you are talking about Mirajane," he said and let out a bored sigh.

Her smile turned into a frown and her eyes narrowed. "Gray, it's really not nice to keep secrets from friends," she said slowly, a hint of threat in her voice.

Gray silently gulped and rested his chin on his hand. "Well, it's also not nice to not keep those secrets," he said unsurely.

Something flashed through her eyes and Gray started preparing himself for the worst. Surprisingly the frown melted from her face and she slowly stood back up. Another sweet smile appeared and she casually started wiping mugs again. He nervously darted his eyes around him, searching for the angle that protected him.

"Well, just so that you know~," she sang. "Lucy is ill."

A large smirk appeared on her face as he quickly looked up with full interest. "Really?! I mean, not that I care, but, really?!" he asked eagerly.

She chuckled darkly behind her hand and nodded, "Yes, she caught quite a severe cold, because someone went overboard and froze her in ice. Only to have someone else send a huge fire roar to melt her out. The sudden change of extreme temperatures gave her quite the cold," she said and pointed at him.

He grimaced at the memory. That's right. Team Natsu had gone on a mission a day ago and as always a fight erupted between him and Natsu. They betted that they both could defeat the hoard of wyverns in one slash. He had sent his biggest wave on the monster, but what he hadn't kept in mind that Lucy was fighting one of them right next to his target. The ice had frozen her in completely and Natsu thought it was a good idea to take her out by sending his fire dragon roar at her. He had probably gotten the most painful beating from Erza after that. She was enraged that they had almost killed her, her words, not theirs.

"Hey! It wasn't my fault! If stripper hadn't frozen her in everything would have been fine!" Natsu whined loudly.

A tic marked formed on Gray's head and he threw his cup at Natsu's head. "You idiot! You were the one that melted all the ice at once!" he shouted angrily.

Natsu looked offended and stood up. "What?! I melted the ice off of her right? Shouldn't you be thanking me?"

Gray couldn't believe his stupidity. "No you moron! Everyone knows that you have to melt away the ice slowly! She could have been seriously hurt! Luckily she is strong or she could have seriously lost an arm or something!" he shouted angrily.

"Ara Ara, you sure seem worried about your team mate," Mira said teasingly.

He flinched and settled back down. "Y-Yea, well of course. She's my team mate, why wouldn't I be," he said nervously.

Natsu scoffed and sat back down on his chair. Mira looked over at the dragon slayer and pursed her mouth. "My my, Natsu. What has got you so down in the dumps?" she asked tentively.

A small pout formed on his lips and he let out a long sigh. "I went into Luce's room again last night, but this morning she got really pissed because she always complains I'm way too warm. She didn't kick me this time, she looked as if she had run around Magnolia thirty times, but she had still kicked me out….. WITHOUT BREAKFAST!" he whined loudly.

Gray felt his fist twitch to punch the moron in his face. His partner was ill and all he could think about was food? Remind him again why he was one of Fairy Tail's strongest. A frown appeared on Mira's face, matching Gray's, and she let out a sigh.

"Natsu! You shouldn't demand food from her, especially when she is ill. Nor should you sneak into her room like that! Girls care deeply about their privacy. Also, if you really want something to eat, you can always come to me. You always said my spicy chicken was the best."

He nodded, "Yea, but sometimes I feel like steak or chicken soup. Luce makes the best steak," he said sadly.

Gray scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Shouldn't you be the one bringing her chicken soup right now?" he asked.

Mira snapped her fingers and smiled. "That's a brilliant idea Gray!" she said and tapped her chin. "Maybe you should also bring it, since I doubt Lucy would want to see Natsu at the moment. So, how about it," she asked eagerly.

Gray started sweating and nervously clenched his fist. "W-what? I mean I can, but only because you said I have to," he said and laughed nervously.

She blinked her eyes blankly at him, "Well if you don't want t-."

"I'll do it!" he said quickly and stood up from his chair. "Where's the soup?"

Mira lifted her eyebrows in amusement as another large matchmaker-smirk broke out on her face. "Calm down Gray, I will have to make it first.

He blushed and sheepishly scratched the back of his head. "Y-Yea."

So there he was now, standing in front of her house, a tub of chicken soup in his hands and a bead of sweat running down his face. He had raised his hand for the third time to the door, only to let it drop again. Why was he so damn nervous? He was fine when there were others around, but now he was going to be alone with her. In her house…..

He mentally slapped himself to stop the different scenarios from running through his mind and finally knocked on the door. For a little while he heard nothing, but then there was a faint thumping noise and shuffling. He held his breath as the door ever so slowly creaked open and an eye peered out.

"Gray?" her soft creaky voice came out.

He gulped and nodded, "Hey Lucy, I heard you were ill so Mira asked me to bring you some soup," he said with a nervous chuckle.

There was a little silence for a while until her small hand poked out and shakily grabbed the plastic box of soup. He watched confused as she tried to take it out of his hands, much like a little squirrel or something. The shadow of her dark room kept him from seeing her, but just by the shakiness of her hand he could see she couldn't even pick up the soup. She continued to claw at it until he cleared his throat.

"Why don't you let me in, then I can help you," he asked tentively.

Silence. Her hand slowly crept back and the one eye he could see narrowed slightly. "No, no that won't be necessary, but thanks." Her voice was hoarse and crackly, she definitely did not sound good.

"Luce you really don't sound good, do you really not need help with anything. You should eat if you want to get better," he said and tried to open the door.

Her hand shot out and gently slapped his away. "I-I wouldn't want to pass it on to you, don't worry I'm fine!" she said, a little too quick.

His brows furrowed in worry and confusion. "Lucy, Mira also told me to check up on you. So you really have to let me in," he said slowly and brought his hand to the door again.

Her small hands scrambled against his obviously stronger grip, not to mention her weak strength due to her being sick. He easily pried the door open with a gentle pull. She made a cute 'eeping' sound and jumped back in the shadows of her room. Her foot however caught on the blanket she was wearing and she fell with a painful thump on the floor.

Gray scrambled into action and quickly helped her up. Before he could fully see her, she buried her face in her hands. "Don't look! I look really bad!" she said quietly.

He couldn't help but grin. He raised his hand and affectionately dropped it on her head. He could see her peak through her fingers at his face, which had a broad grin on it. She squeaked and closed her fingers again, as she shuffled away

"Oh come on Lucy, you never look bad." He screamed mentally. That totally sounded like he was flirting! I mean, he wanted to….. BUT NOT LIKE THIS!

She was ill, so…. No thoughts of romance or kissing! Kissing her beautiful pink, soft- NO! No romantic thoughts!

The curtains were drawn closed, not letting a single ray peek through, and she had turned off all the lights. He strained his eyes to see her in the darkness. He faintly saw a large lump on the bed and he slowly walked towards it.

Crouching down, he slowly lifted up the sheets and cocked his head to see her face. A warm blush crept onto his face, she looked adorable. She had her pink sheets wrapped around her, with only her face sticking out and her hands holding the sides. Her nose and cheeks, which were squeezed together a bit due to her blanket wrap, were a bright colour of red. Her large doe brown eyes lazily looked up to him, making him quickly turn his head.

"S-See, you look great," he spluttered, the pink on his face still steadily spreading.

A small smile spread on her face and she tugged at his hand. He looked up at her as she motioned under the blanket. A black brow rose and he led her hand gently pull him under the covers. She wrapped the blanket around them both, snuggling close to him, and intertwined her hand with his.

His heart thumped heavily in his chest and he suddenly found it very hard to breath. "I'm really hot and cold at the same time," she whispered softly as she leaned her head on his shoulder. "Now I have the perfect balance."

He gulped and moved her a little so that she would be more comfortable. He could feel her warmth radiating off of him and rolling onto his side. It was surprisingly pleasant. He usually never liked warmth, since he was an ice mage and all, but he found himself liking the soothing heat coming off of her.

It made him kinda drowsy.

A yawn escaped his mouth and he slumped against the wall. His head fell onto hers, her soft hair tickling his cheek slightly. He could slowly hear her breathing start to even and her body fall onto his. She shifted so that she was lying on his chest, her cheek directly on his heart, and her hands curled around his torso.

A smile spread out onto his face and he draped his own arms over her. Slowly his eyelids started to droop and soon the only thing sounding through the dark room, were their soft breathing and the ticking of the clock.

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"G-G-GRAY!"

He lazily opened his eyes, which looked right into large chocolate brown ones. His eyebrows furrowed as and he inspected Lucy's bright red face. Her mouth was still slightly ajar from shouting at him, of which he still was confused why she did.

"C-Could you please let me go?" she stuttered and averted her eyes from him.

He looked down and comically gawked at the scene. He had his arms wrapped around her in an iron grip, with her chest pushing against his. He quickly let her go and scrambled back a bit.

"I-It's not what it looks like! Y-You were ill and could hardly move around and you pulled me into to bed…"

Lucy blushed brighter than Erza's hair, "WHAT?!"

He smacked himself, "That came out wrong, I mean, you wanted me to-"

"PERVERT!"

Her hand made connection with his cheek, the stinging pain immediately spreading through his face, and he flew back, landing with his head right against the wall.

Well, at least she was better…