AN: Sorry about the delay, fine tuning multiple perspective's is becoming tricky. Chap 08 which was originally penned as Chap 07, but is once again in it's final stages and so should be out in the next couple of days... Fingers crossed.

Disclaimer: I do not own MGLN

AR Fic

Chapter Seven: Nanoha, did what?

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Signum was lying awake in bed with her wife, Shamal. The short blonde haired woman purring happily beside her as the smaller woman continued to try to further bury herself into her side, her wife's head already resting comfortably on her shoulder, as they both were recovering from their evening of frivolity, when the pink haired woman's phone started vibrating on her bedside table.

"Signum, just leave it alone," she heard Shamal comment as she was reaching for the vibrating device, her movement irritating her resting wife no end. "It's half one in the morning."

"I'm just checking who it is. It might be important," she replied lightly, lifting the phone's screen to try and see the caller's name.

"If it's Hayate, tell her I'm going to kill her," Shamal muttered darkly until she heard Signum's sharp intake of breath. "Signum?"

"Sorry Shamal," the pink haired girl replied, pressing the button to accept the incoming call. "Testarossa."

"I'm sorry," came the blonde's dead sounding soft voice, resonating into her ear.

"What's wrong?"

"I... I need ..."

"Testarossa?"

"Dojo? ... Help?"

"I'll be there," she responded right before the line went dead.

"Is Fate-chan ok," her wife asked concerned.

"I'm not sure. She didn't say much, so I can't be sure, but I had better go."

"Where is she?"

"She's heading to the dojo."

"Takamachi's?"

"Mm," Signum confirmed with a nod.

"That's nearly four hours away," Shamal exclaimed.

"Only if you obey the speed limit," Signum replied bitterly, earning a warning glare from her wife, before sighing, "which I doubt she'll be doing."

"Why the hell is she asking you to go there at this time of night anyway," Shamal asked as Signum's phone again started vibrating again just the pink haired woman was about to answer.

"Message," Signum answered to her wife's unspoken question. "From Vivio," Signum said, surprise filtering through into her voice as she opened the text. "Shit," Signum exclaimed throwing herself out of bed, heading straight for her closest, grabbing out her motorcycle leathers.

"Signum," Shamal asked, before snatching the lightly thrown phone out of the air, the just received message from the little girl still open for her to read.

"Signum,

In case Fei-mama didn't mention it, she just caught Na-mama in bed with a man.

Love Vivio."

"Nanoha, did what," Shamal exclaimed gasping.

"Shamal," Signum said as grabbing her Shinai from next to their bed. "Let's try not to read too much into this. But I imagine Testarossa really needs to vent some of her anger right now."

"But Nanoha," Shamal stated. "I just don't understand how she could... why?".

"There has to be a reason behind this. Takamachi is too honourable person at heart to do something like this. But at the moment it's Testarossa that I'm more worried about.

"huh? I don't understand, explain."

"You know Testarossa's judgement is always sound, right.?"

Shamal nodded before adding, "yeah, she wouldn't bat an eyelid even if you told her the world was ending in three hours."

"Exactly," Signum agreed. "And yet at this moment the same woman is knowingly organising and walking into a possible four on one fight sword fight against other masters,"she sighed. "And I guess I'm just a little apprehensive of the chances of our success."

"But Signum, correct me if I'm wrong, but to my knowledge Fate's never even beaten Takamachi-sensei," the blonde commented, watching as her wife was slipping into those tight tight white leather pants. "And I thought you were on par, if not better that Fate in Swordsmanship."

"With one sword, we're both definitely better than she is," the pink haired woman replied, before proudly stating "Remember last year, when she took out the world championships. That win, although a little lucky, was a true testament to her progress with the single weapon form."

"Of course I do," Shamal answered gently. "How could I forget?" she continued wondering almost to herself, as her wife continued to busy herself around the bedroom. She wouldn't be forgetting the night that followed her Signum's defeat anytime in the next decade. Again finding herself silently thanking the other blonde for her victory. "Well if that's the case why are you so worri... Hold on, what do you mean by one sword," Shamal questioned, causing Signum to sigh.

"According to Takamachi-Sensei, Testarossa is the most gifted dual wielder he has ever had the pleasure of teaching. So if she's using two, this is going to be one hell of a battle."

"But she's still never beaten Takamachi-sensei right," Shamal asked, opening her medical bag, meticulously check its contents.

"Of course she has," Signum said slightly scoffing at her wife, causing her wife to look at her.

"And no, I never saw it happen, but I know it has" she continued, answering the next question.

"But how? How can you know, if you never saw it happen," Shamal asked. "You never take things at face value."

"I know because" Signum started to say, strapping her wooden shinai to her back and picking up her helmet in the process. "of who Takamachi-Sensei willingly allowed his daughter to marry." Signum finished, making her way over to her wife to kiss her goodbye. "Maybe you should go and check up on Takamachi. Make sure she doesn't do anything stupid with both Hayate and Vita out of town."

"Yeah, I might just do that," Shamal replied smiling at her wife's last line which she knew was Signum-ese for 'she could probably use a friend right about now.' "Be careful, Love."

"I will," the pink haired woman responded, exiting the room.

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