Gajeel stormed out of the restaurant with a wake of furry in his path. I couldn't help shaking that he did acted childishly because Sting won the battle round for me. Sure I could have dropped a load of stone on Gajeel's head, but he would probably have dodged it. Then he would throw me over his shoulder like old times and take me somewhere away from the other guild members.

Sting placed his hands on my shoulders slightly shaking me to return to the land of the living. I was so lost in my head fog that I forgot about the blonde dragon slayer for a moment. And let me tell you, forgetting about Sting was mistake. When I finally snapped out of it, he was leaning down staring into my eyes.

"Ah, there you are. Can you tell me where you drifted off to in that lovely brain of yours?"

I swallowed as I noticed his hands starting to rub my arms in comfort, but it was having the opposite effect. I was becoming extremely over-heated. "Can we sit down?" I asked quietly. I hoped some water and space.

After I inhaled a large glass of water, I asked Sting the burning question lying in the back of my mind. "One thing is bothering me though. What was Gajeel talking about being the real reason that you are here? He seemed to think that you had an alternative motive."

Sting sighed as he looked at me from across the table. Apparently, the confident master of Sabertooth was worried about what I would think of him. This really was a nice change from Gajeel's old habits.

"I requested you because you are the best mage for the job. You are used to dragon slayers. You're an encyclopedia on you from our habits, temperaments, powers, and even our weaknesses." He paused for a minute with a smirk growing on his face. "You're queen of knowledge, my little Fairy Tail bookworm. I wouldn't have found a better person to help me understand the ancient book that you retrieved from the bookstore today."

I was in shock needless to say. He plied me with complements, but here was the real mystery. What was so special about the book?

"Why would you need the book I bought today? Did you hope to steal it from me later?"

"We have a similar book – volume 2. But no one in my guild could read the writing even Rufus. I figured since you were so familiar with dragon slayers and languages than you would be the best option. I've heard Freed's smart, but he's not you, Levy."

"What do you expect me to do, Sting?"

"I want to hire you to translate everything into English for both guilds. This would be a joint effort, and you'll have whatever you need to complete it."

"If you're willing to do that, then this book is important to you…"

"To be honest with you, I think the book holds to key to address how a few of us dragon slayers are feeling at the moment, especially the males. Too many of us feel a searching in our souls, but we can't pin point the cause. I've talked to Laxus a time or two, but he only assumed that it was our version of a mating call."

"So you think these books are about finding you mates then?"

"Levy, this is bigger than that! We have a chance to learning everything that we possibly can about ourselves. These books could help us understand so much about our past, and even our future. Hell, Mira and Laxus have already started on the future dragon slayers. We need to understand our history so we can move forward. I figured you would understand that."

"Using my own words about why I study history against me? You're a clever one, Sting Eucliffe."

"I just knew you wouldn't be able to turn down helping your friends."

I paused for a dramatic moment just to see if I could get a reaction out of him, but he was so sure of himself. He was also right. I wasn't going to turn down being able to help my friends and their future children.

"I have a feeling that I may regret this, but I'll take the job. But you have to do everything my way, Sting. You are not going to be interrupting me to ask fifty million questions. You are at least going to let me finish a chapter or 5 before you demand answers. Got it?"

He stood up rather rapidly and appeared right in front of me. Kneeling down to my level – even if he was still taller on his knees than me sitting in a chair – he said matter of factly, "Let's seal the deal, shall we? I think they used to kiss in the old days."

With his simple words, he pulled me in for a kiss of a life time. My heart raced through my chest as a fire flooded my nervous system. I swear he could hear the pounding of my heart because he only depend the kiss. A cough broke up our kiss. Wendy was standing behind use half way holding a pitcher of water, which was now being dumped on the floor. Poor kid. I think we scarred her for life.

Sting grinned from ear to ear as Wendy righted the half empty water picture. He was so cheerful now as he told her, "Levy has agreed to help us, Wendy!"

Wendy froze. She wasn't sure of the proper etiquette for interrupting a kiss nor for Sting's enthusiasm involving her beloved friend. Looking from me to Sting, she released a nervous giggle.

I slowly rose pushing my chair into the corner. Sting stayed where he was so I moved around him. "Wendy, thank you for lunch. It was wonderful like always." I walked out without looking back. As an introvert, sometimes is just easier running away from the problem at hand, which was known as Sting.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail. I only own the plot line.