A/N: And now, back to my favorite sister-ship duo.

"(If You're Not in it for Love) I'm Outta Here" by Shania Twain

Sister-ship: Cana/Lucy

Pairing: Freed x Lucy


Lucy scowled at the latest would-be wooer of the evening. Cana gave a pitying chuckle for the poor guy as his pick up line hit their ears.

"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"

"No, but I broke a nail crawling out of Hell. That hurt like a son of a bitch," Lucy said without looking at him. She took a pull from her beer bottle while Cana busted out laughing. The man slunk away with metaphorical tail firmly between legs.

"Alright, who's fucking next?" Lucy muttered.

"You know, Lu, if you keep knocking 'em down that quick, you'll never know if their intentions are pure," Cana said with a wiggle of her eyebrows. Lucy scoffed.

"Yeah, because there's a single guy in this place looking for romance or love. They just want to knock boots."

"Babe, I can change your world. Make you a cover girl," the sleaziest pickup artist yet said as he ran a hand down Lucy's arm. Before he could blink, Lucy's hand was an inch from his face with her fingers grasping a set a keys.

"Actually, I'm already a cover girl. But maybe you recognize these more than my boobs? And maybe you've seen what I can do with just one of these keys?"

The guy began sweating and excused himself.

A male chuckle emanated from her other side, closer to Cana. Lucy whipped around, now ready to actually use one of her keys if these fuckers couldn't leave her the hell alone. But her eyes widened in surprise and she nearly choked on her spit at the sight of the green-haired man she'd been crushing on for months.

"I find it quite fascinating just how many ways you've shot the… well, not quite gentlemen, but... patrons of this establishment… down tonight, Miss Lucy," Freed said. "I must admit your quick wit has me quite speechless, though perhaps not as much as the poor soul who now believes that it is hot in here because the fires of Hell follow you continuously."

Lucy couldn't help the giggle that popped out at that, but Freed continued speaking before she could really respond.

"Perhaps at your leisure we can dine together and discuss more of the intricacies of language. And just how you made it out of Hell with nothing more than a broken nail. Quite a feat given the things we've been through."

Lucy genuinely smiled for the first time that night as she nodded. Freed winked at her before he walked back to his table.

"Forget the fires of Hell. Is it hot in here or is it just him?" Lucy muttered.


A/N: Yeah, the end is weird, but I ran out of song. On to the next one!