A/N: Hopefully the wait wasn't too long. Yes, Jason's name is a Percy Jackson reference. To explain Avalon's magic in greater detail, search Lancer from Fate Zero. She fights similarly to him, but she has a red offensive lance and a blue defensive lance. Heheh red and blue... Anyway, what she wears is also mostly what he wears, just more feminine and kinda 3DMG style from Attack on Titan. (Gotta love those animes...) Also, her hair is in the beginning GMG Erza style, i.e, the ponytail. Just to let you know.

Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail.


Their Future

Chapter 7: The Fabled

Jason Makarov Dreyar

He was the strength of the guild. Jason, son of Mirajane Strauss and Laxus Dreyar, great-grandchild of the great Makarov Dreyar. As one of the more mature (and older) members of the new generation, he was looked up to by the many younger. Just as he inherited the best traits of his parents, (Mirajane's kindness, Laxus' loyalty and their combined overall strength) Jason also inherited the worst. Thankfully this terror wasn't explicitly evident in his day-to-day manner, but everyone snaps.

They were alone. That blue haired warrior pissed him off. Sure she was strong and talented and beautiful… Where did that come from? Jason shook his head, clearing his thoughts. There was no way he could locate anything with her around. He turned suddenly, scaring the girl.

Avalon arched a blue eyebrow. The pair was walking to the forest in which the mage was supposedly hiding out.

"Have you finally realized that you are wrong?" She asked, with a toss of her long glossy hair. His blue eyes narrowed as he replied." And you are perfect all the time?" She only glared back at him, her eyes flashing with unspoken fury.

"Hey Layla, how do you think the lovebirds are doing now? Ten jewels say they are at each others throats." Kira grunted, making a small conversation.

"They definitely have chemistry." Layla replied, smiling a little.

"Speaking of chemistry, what's going on with you and Ice Boy? He seemed awfully friendly when we left." The solid script mage flipped the subject on its head.

Layla blushed red. "He's my boyfriend."

Jason froze. Not because of Avalon, but of his senses becoming aware of an unwelcome presence. He tensed immediately before knocking her to the ground; burnt grass was all that was left of where they had been standing.

"Jason! What the hell do you think you are doing?" Avalon whispered heatedly, gesturing to their rather compromising position. The blonde didn't say anything, instead getting off of her and stalking over to where he had set down her (heavy) bag. He silently drew out two large lances from within it. These heavenly lances were Avalon's precious weapons. They both had the ability to requip to different forms, much like her mother's own armor. He tossed them to her, and she caught them on reflex. Jason locked eyes with Avalon, and they nodded. Energy gathered around the two as they channeled their magical power. The air around Jason crackled with electricity as the unwelcome presence was finally unveiled from the shadows. A man stepped forth from the shadows and launched himself at Avalon with his sharp sword leading the charge. Avalon brought up her blue spear in defense, yelling out, "Adamantine!" The effects were immediate.

Jason attempted to concentrate, but the scene before him was magnetic, impossible to look away from. Avalon had requipped into her fighting gear, a tight body suit, with light armor padding. A belt encircled her waist, the holsters for her lances empty. Her blue hair whipped around in the breeze from her transformation, settling in its ponytail. She swung her two lances, one in each hand, and pointed them directly at her opponent. Her heeled fighting boots made appear taller and more menacing, her strength appealed to Jason.

"Surrender to Fairy Tail." Her words, little but strong, combined with the fierce glare from her chocolate eyes should have made the enemy quake in fear. Instead, the cocky bastard had the nerve to raise his sword to the sky. He whispered incoherent words, and Jason felt a tingling sensation. Lighting.

"You have just made a grave mistake." The first words he had spoken since his argument with Avalon rang out in the forest. She turned suddenly, nodding to him, already anticipating his plan. Magical energy gathered as the lighting struck him, fueling him with even more power. He smirked and with a glance at Avalon, they both leapt forward.

Jason's fists crackled with lighting. The effortless teamwork with Avalon was certainly surprising, but there was no way he was going to complain. Their opponent was gaining power by the second, reaching the point where the possibility that the mage could overwhelm them was turning into a probability. The man let out a yell, knocking Avalon to the ground. Before Jason could react, he felt a punch to his gut.

Spitting blood from his mouth, Jason shuddered. If I come home without Avalon, I'm fucked. Her parents would murder me.

He gathered his strength and straightened up. What happened next changed his opinion of Avalon for the rest of his life.

The warrior had risen faster than him, and was launching herself back her enemy. She slashed, first with her blood red lance, inflicting the greatest amount of pain.

"Lighting Empress!" She screamed.

He flashed back to their earlier train ride.

"Avalon's really talented, Her lances can support other types of magic in battle, making them twice as deadly."

"Dreyar!" She yelled again, and he was prepared.

"On it!" He replied, clearing his mind.

"Lighting Dragon's Heavenward Halberd!" He launched an electric spear at the storm mage.

"Lance of the heavens: Meteor!"

Avalon threw her red lance in the air, fusing it with his magic. Something that Jason hadn't noticed earlier became evident during the fusion. The demon qualities from his mother's magic often were displayed in his powerful attacks. This, combining with Avalon's blazing red formed a streak of red magenta that annihilated their enemy.

Avalon and Jason fell to the ground, breathing hard. It was then when the sun made its appearance, streaming out from behind the clouds, a sign that the job was done. Avalon stood and retrieved her lances, sheathing them on her belt. She extended her hand out to her partner, and Jason took it, grasping her hand fully in his own.

It's warm.. She realized, blushing a faint shade of red.

As Jason rose, he took in the sight before him. Avalon was panting slightly, a light blush spanning her cheeks. There was no denying that she was the most gorgeous person he had ever seen.

"Avalon?" He spoke her name and her heart raced. He stroked her cheek, pulling a stray blue hair out of her face.

She looked up into his blue eyes, locking them with her brown ones.

"We should probably tie that guy up before he escapes." He whispered, gazing at her lips. With great difficulty, he removed himself of the close proximity to Avalon, and walked over to where the mage was lying, defeated. After securing the mage to the tree, Jason turned to face her, only to find the sharp tip of a blue lance poking his throat.

"What makes you think you can just walk away from me Jason Makarov?" The fierce gaze from her eyes nailed him in place. She swung her lance back and sheathed it, still advancing on him. She undid her hair, letting the blue locks cascade down. The sunlight caught her red tattoo as she neared him.

"I thought I was the leader." She grabbed his shirt, pulling him downward so that he was inches away from her lips.

"I'm not sure about-" She cut him off, effectively shutting him up by pressing her lips to his own. He wrapped his arms around her waist and deepened the kiss. Avalon was the first to break the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck, smiling into his chest. He hugged her, loving the feel of their embrace.

She could hear his heart beating fast, and she knew hers matched his. He gazed down at her, his blue eyes twinkling as he leaned down to kiss her again.

Layla dragged Kira along to the meeting place, and stopped suddenly.

"Looks like I owe you ten jewels." She whispered.