AN: Alright! So thoughts? Basically as it should be obvious by now, they gang is asleep and having dreams. The nature of the dreams should become more obvious with this chapter but basically whoever is touching on Tenrou after the blast are in an AU dream together. We already saw Wendy's which is a war ridden universe still with magic. She is about 15 and Mest is about 17/18. As mentioned before they will not be romantically involved for now so let's all chill Meanwhile, Laxus and Makarov are dreaming but are completely aware it is a dream. I'll be playing around with their consciousness more throughout the story and have some "dream hopping". Now in these next ones some characters know it's not real while others think it is. Should be fun eh? I'll also try to semi-regularly keep up with the guild. For now that's all so have fun with Ch. 2 and remember I'm still accepting ideas for AU fics involving Erza, Cana and Gildarts; the Thunder God Tribe and the Strauss siblings; and later AUs when Laxus and Makarov start dream hopping.

ALSO READ THIS BEFORE READING CHAPTER: In the GaLe dream there are two languages happening. The primary language of the world in the AU will be written in normal text. The "foreign" language will be written in a different text, at least when the distinction needs to be made-like if someone doesn't understand language 2.

Chapter Two

Juvia was extremely comfortable. Usually she was cold when she was asleep, but there was warmth pressed against her back and wrapping around her waist. Juvia knew it was a body pressed behind her, but her mind had yet to catch up to that realization. She shifted back and yawned, pulling the covers tighter around her and her partner. In the end it was not Juvia who woke them from their relaxing embrace. It was Grey.

"What the hell Juvia!" He shouted and scampered out of bed. Her eyes shot open and she turned to look at her accuser. Truly she had no knowledge of how they'd ended up in bed together-not that she minded. "Juvia doesn't know Grey-sama. Juvia did not do this." He was not listening however since when she had turned he noticed for the first time that she was naked. Completely naked. He glanced down at himself and noticed he had on at least a pair of underwear. He took a moment to note how unusual it was for him to not be the nude one before he jumped back to the problem at hand.

"Cover up Juvia!" He cried and turned around. He heard her squeak with embarrassment before tell-tale shuffling told him that she was rummaging around for some clothes. Soon she reappeared in front of him, now clad in a nightgown that while not that much better at covering her was at least clothing.

"Juvia is sorry Grey-sama. Juvia does not know what is going on." Usually he would be dubious about her claims as she more often than not was behind these odd situations, but then he noticed where they were and his mind halted. They were standing inside what appeared to be a modest sized home and by the looks of it, their home. Pictures hung on the wall of him and Juvia throughout the years, the largest and most troubling one being them at their wedding. She wore a white gown and large smile and he held her close. He walked closer to investigate the picture and almost instantly recoiled at the others who were in the picture alongside them.

There was a woman he did not recognize and beside were his…parents. "What the hell. My parents…" He muttered and reached out to touch the frame. Juvia came up behind him and gasped.

"That is Juvia's mother." His eyes again fixed to the strange woman and upon further examination he found that the woman did bear a resemblance to Juvia.

They shared a glance before Juvia asked, "What is going on Grey-sama?"

He shrugged. They jumped when they heard a shrill ringing from a communication lacrima from the other room. Juvia hurried through the house to find the lacrima with Grey following. Grey however became distracted when he happened across a closed door residing across the hall from their bedroom. It was an ordinary door except for one thing. It had a hand drawn name plate that read Ura. He heard Juvia answer the call in the other room as he pushed the door to the room open and he nearly had a heart attack at what he saw.

Meanwhile Juvia had answered the call without any forethought as to who it could be, or what she was wearing. This is why she found herself scrambling for a cover as she stared into the shocked, though amused faces of Grey's parents. "Juvia is very sorry!" She cried as she finally found a spare jacket lying nearby.

They laughed at her and the man cleared his throat as if to speak, the woman however shushed him. "Don't even try Silver, I know whatever you say will just be terrible. Anyway, we were calling Juvia dear because we were wondering what time you and Grey would be over to pick up Ura?" Juvia was of course very confused but not wanting to alarm them any further responded, "Um, Juvia will ask Grey-sama." Silver laughed heartily.

"Sama eh? Makes me wonder what you two were just-"

"ANYWAY," the woman interrupted with a roll of her eyes. "Yes please ask Grey when he's available. Should we call you back?" Juvia blushed and smiled.

"Yes in about ten minutes?" The couple agreed and then hung up the lacrima on their end. Juvia stood there confused for a few more moments before she turned to find Grey. She saw an open door and walked inside to find a shocked Grey holding a photo frame in his hand. She walked closer.

"Grey-sama, Juvia is unsure how to say this but um, well your parents just called," His head snapped up and he stared at her in disbelief, "And they asked when we would come by to pick up Ura?" Juvia did not expect his reaction to the name Ura, considering she had no idea who Ura was. Grey however paled and ran a hand through his hair. Juvia noticed the photo he held. In it were Grey and Juvia and between them a laughing young girl who had black curly hair and deep blue eyes. Juvia's heart pounded and Grey merely turned the photo over to show her her own writing stating that in the photo was Juvia, Grey and Ura aged 4.

"Our daughter." Grey answered her silent question.

. . . .

"Natsu wake up this instant!" Said boy jumped up from where he slept-a chair in the corner?-and turned to face whoever had woken him. He found an unfamiliar woman with salt and pepper hair tied up in a bun glaring at him with her hands on her hips.

"Just what were you doing napping on the job? We need you to finish prepping dinner!" Natsu raised a brow at her.

"What are you talking about lady? What dinner? And where am I?" The lady scoffed and threw her hands in the air.

"Great! Have you been drinking again? My god Natsu you're going to get us all fired."

"Fired? I'm on a job? Where are Lucy and Happy?" He again received an odd look.

"Well I don't know who Happy is but Lady Lucy is upstairs. Probably wondering where her dinner is." With that the woman exited the room and left a very confused Natsu staring after her. He glanced around and found that ingredients for a large meal lay around him. The cookbook was open to a recipe that he instantly recognized as one that Lucy had made him several times. Shrugging he decided that he'd make the dinner. This was obviously some sort of dream and he might as well see where it leads.

As he made the meal his mind continued to go over his conversation with the woman. She had asked who Happy was, so he must not be here or maybe he was called something different. The woman had also called Lucy Lady Lucy…the hell was that all about?

In the end he finished making the food and after conversing with the woman he discovered that he was supposed to bring the meal to the dining room for the family. He was wholly unprepared for what he found there. He immediately saw a man he recognized as Lucy's father Jude sitting at the head of the table. Beside him was Lucy, dressed in extremely bizarre clothes for her considering they covered nearly everything. What really confused Natsu though was the woman sitting across from Lucy. They looked nearly identical, though one was obviously older than the other. He saw the woman holding Jude's hand and his stomach dropped when he realized that they smelled nearly the same as well. That must be Lucy's mother. Jude gave a confused look to Natsu who was not laying out their dinner as was his job. He cleared his throat and Natsu glanced at him briefly before looking to Lucy only to see she was staring at him much the same as her father.

"What's going on Luce?" He asked. Something dark passed over their faces and Lucy looked away. Jude huffed. "Excuse me young man but we do not employ you to treat our daughter in such a common way. We employ you to serve us food, now I suggest that you do your job and then leave.

"Employ me?" Natsu asked shocked. What the hell was happening here?! Lucy's mother laughed lightly.

"Jude dear he probably heard about Lucy's misfortune and was trying to make her laugh. Let's just eat our dinner." Jude grumbled but sat back and waited for Natsu to serve them, which he finally did when he realized that was what he had to do. He spent an extra moment setting Lucy's plate down, trying to make eye contact with her but she refused to meet his glance and before he knew it he was being dismissed from the room.

"What the fuck?" He muttered on his way back to the kitchen. Whatever was happening wasn't right he decided. Maybe it was a spell set by a mage. No matter what it was he would break the illusion. He had to. To get his Lucy back.

. . . . .

Levy McGarden loved her cat Pantherlilly very much but she absolutely hated the way he yowled so loudly in the mornings. It was always around the time that her very antisocial, very mean looking neighbor would leave for work and she was getting fed up with his curious looks. Yes she knew that it sounded like she was torturing her cat but she couldn't explain that she was really a kind cat owner because he always left without giving her a chance.

On occasion she had heard him talking to someone on the phone and she noticed he did not speak English, though she was having a hard time understanding just what language he spoke. She knew it was either Dutch or German, but she didn't know for certain one way or the other. She spoke Dutch quite fluently as she'd spent four years there for school, but she didn't know German very well at all. Of the two she knew German was technically easier to learn, but that didn't change the fact that she knew Dutch to begin with and the two languages were remarkably different for sounding so similar. So she waited for the right time to tell him she could speak his language-maybe.

So she continued to go to work as a translator and at work she thought up ways to introduce herself. After all her thought on the matter it turned out that Gajeel-as she discovered was his name-introduced himself one morning when her car wasn't working and he helped her fix it. He spoke in broken English stating he was a mechanic. She thanked him and before she could say something in Dutch to test out her theory he had turned and left.

For weeks they would glance at each other in the hall or wave in passing but still she didn't feel it was quite time. Her friends Jet and Droy told her she was being silly and to just say hi. What was the big deal anyway? In the end she never told him at all because Levy began to overhear conversations he was having-about her.

It started one night when she went to knock on his door. She'd made him cookies and was finally going to say something when he'd answered the door without a shirt on. She blushed and prayed to god she hadn't walked in on anything but to her relief a man in a mechanic uniform glanced at her from the living room and waved with his beer. A second and a third man all wearing some sort of garage garb greeted her much the same and she realized he was simply hanging out with his friends.

"Uh, hi." She muttered. He looked momentarily distressed before his face brightened and he called out, "Loke!" One of the men with orange hair meandered to the door and greeted Levy, "Hey." Gajeel turned to Loke and said in Dutch, "That's the girl with the crazy cat. She speaks English can you translate for me?" Levy blushed and was about to correct him when Loke responded, "Ah the one you think is hot?" He looked over at her and smiled.

"My name's Loke. I'm a friend of Gajeel's. He doesn't speak English very well so he asked me to translate for him." She should have told him that she could understand everything. She should have set the record straight but all she could think about was that Gajeel thought she was hot. So instead of doing the right thing she smiled and handed Gajeel the plate of cookies.

"I'm Levy. I live next door and I wanted to thank Gajeel for fixing my car a while back. I'm kind of shy-don't tell him that-so it took a while for me to come over here. I'm glad we have you to translate," She laughed and listened greedily as Loke related the information to him.

"She says thanks for fixing her car. Also she says she is shy, I think she has the hots for you man." Loke elbowed him in the ribs and Gajeel rolled his eyes. He turned to Levy and smiled.

"Thanks," He said with a heavy accent. "You want come in?" He asked, seemingly embarrassed by his English but Levy just smiled and nodded.

"Ok, sure. Thank you." She looked to Loke as if asking how to say thank you in Dutch though she knew already and he eagerly supplied her, "Dankjewel."

She smiled and looked Gajeel in the eyes as she repeated Loke, purposefully worsening her accent a bit. Gajeel grinned widely and shut the door after her.

Levy knew she should tell them, but….she was kind of excited to hear just what they thought they could get away with in her presence. She was nosy like that.