Hello! Happy reading! Usual Disclaimer: I do NOT own Fairy Tail, or any of it's characters(I SOOO wish I did), but I DO own the story. Love you all, and happy reading! ~Rinn E.

(Droy) I was running. I knew that she'd be home soon. I was dashing from work. I had just gotten a call from the police department.
Someone was breaking in. I couldn't run fast enough, it was 5:57. She came home at 6:15, on the dot, every day.

I was still about an hour away. I pulled out my communications lacrima and tried to call her. No answer. Damn her! She always has her phone off
when I need it to be on! I was out of breath.

I tripped on a pothole suddenly came crashing down to the ground. Everything went black.

(Levy)It was Monday. It was my normal schedule of running about, making copies, fetching coffee, getting lunch, passing notes,
talking, meetings, etc. The normal things an intern did. Except, for the fact that I was an intern at a library.

I know, boring. But, for me, I love it. It's my first home away from home(my second is Magnolia Park,
under the big tree in the center). I love it here, surrounded by books. I feel so at home.

Lets see, it's 5:54, and it'll take me about a minute to go into the office to clock out. Time to go. I'm very punctual.

As I ran down the grand main staircase, satchel on and a large stack of books in my arms, I remembered something.
I was supposed do something...oh well. I remember it being not important. I reached the end of the steps.

I walked into the office and went to grab my time sheet. "Miss McGarden?" said Miss Maryella Rockwell, the head librarian.

I turned around swiftly. "Good Afternoon Miss Rockwell. What is it?" I replied cordially. She motioned to one of the two
cushioned armchairs in front of her desk. "Please, sit." she said. I nodded. "Yes, mam." I said. I set down my satchel and stack of books.

They toppled over. I let out a small sigh and got up. I knelt down to fix them. Miss Maryella, as friends and higher-ups
knew her, looked down and smiled. "You always we so fond of reading, Levy," she said. I whipped my head around, in shock.

"M- Mi- Mii- Mis- Miss-?" I stuttered. She obviously saw my surprise, for you see, since she was above me
(like a head master is above a student), she never called me by my first name, and I didn't call her by hers.

It was considered disrespectful for me to do so. So, for her to call me by my first name, "You'd have to be in the same position as me. Equals," she said.

Did I mention she could read minds and listen to your thoughts? That was her magic. You could never get away with anything.
I nodded my understanding. "Well, you are." she said. My eyes grew wide. What?!

"That's right. You see, Levy, I'm retiring, and I need someone to fill my place. I thought, no I knew, that you'd be perfect for the job."

I stared in disbelief. I finally found my voice. "MMMiss Rockwell, I," "Miss Maryella, to you, now," she said kindly.
"Yyyes. I I am hhhonored to to to have bbbeen giiiiven ttthis ppposition," I stuttered out.

"If you want, you can take a moment to let it sink in," she said, smiling.

I nodded. I breathed in and out ,for a minute or so, and once I recomposed myself I began to try again.

"Miss Rock... Maryella, I am honored to have been given this position, but I'm only an intern. I don't understand. Surely there is once of
the actual librarians that are qualified to fill in. I mean I..." for once, I didn't know what to say.

"Levy. You always know what to say, and I do know what you mean. You mean to say that you don't understand why you,
an intern that's only been with us for not even two years, has been chosen to take my position instead of the many other librarians

"that have been with us for five or more. Well, the answer is this. I've never seen anyone, in my many years as head librarian,
seen anyone love books more, or be more fascinated by what lies inside them, than you, Levy.

"I can see that you look forward to coming here everyday, even though you don't even get paid for it. You always are willing to help anybody,
with a smile on your face. Your smart, kind, respectable, and well loved by all who meet you.

"THAT'S why I chose you to fill in for me. I'm proud of how much I've seen you grow in your time with us since you were a little girl.
You've never had a book over due, and have come here almost every day of your life.

"You even came here when you were too sick to speak proper words. Remember? It was a Sunday afternoon,
and you were about 6 years old, then."

(Miss Rockwell)It was a Sunday afternoon. I was going about, sorting books into their proper homes on the shelves,
when a familiar little bluenet came in. It was Levy, our favorite little customer. But something was off today.

She came in, wrapped tightly in a fleece blanket. She wore a scarf and heavy clothing. It was spring.
When I said, "Hello, Levy," all she did was groan out a soft and congested "Good afternoon, Miss Rockwell."

She was obviously very ill. "Levy, dear, are you feeling alright?" She didn't answer. She had plopped herself into one of the soft,
green armchairs in the corner of the library. She was sound asleep. She was very small and light, so I went over and scooped her up.

"Janet, I'm taking her to my office," I said and walked to my office, opened the door, and set her down on my couch.
She just pulled the blanket tighter around her and shivered.

I took my wool knitted blanket out from the back of my office and wrapped it around her.

She stopped shivering. 3 hours later she came stumbling out of my office, looking much better. She only had my blanket wrapped around her.
I smiled and walked over. "Why did you come here if you were that sick, Levy?" I asked.

"This is my home, I couldn't part with it , even for even one day, Miss Rockwell. I wouldn't be deprived of a single second of the time
I spend here, with you. You, and all the rest of this library, and the people that work here and come here, is my where my home is. You're all family, to me," she said.

She beamed a bright smiled and threw her arms up. I ran over to her and hugged her tight, crying.

"I love you guys so much," she said. I could feel her shaking. We stood there, hugging each other and crying for who knows how long,
and I truly felt like I had a daughter, again.

"Oh, Levy. My daughter died at a young age, and you brought smiles and happiness back into my life," I said. "and love, back into my life.
I love you, Levy. Like my own daughter." "I love you, too," she said. "Mommy." I hugged her even tighter, cried even harder. I never forgot that day.

(Levy)I was smiling. I had forgotten that day. I was so young, let alone I was so sick. I didn't remember anything about that day. Miss Maryella smiled.

"I don't blame you for forgetting, but, it just goes to show how much you treasure this library, and the people in it.
Now do you understand why I chose you?" I nodded, tears silently streaming down my face as I slowly started to remember that day.

Miss Maryella game over and hugged me. Tears were starting to form on her face. "Now, it's time to leave. It's not sightly
to have a former head librarian cry. It's not respectable." she said with a smile.

I nodded and exited the room. I wiped my eyes and left the building with a smile.

Hey, Readers! Hope you enjoyed! Tell me if you want more, and comment on how it was, etc. Love you all! Thanks! ~Rinn E.