Chapter 9: Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story, as they all belong to Hiro Mashima. The contents of the story are based entirely on the plots of Mamma Mia! and Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again! with spins and twists of my own, which are still old hat/cliche! Please enjoy anyway!

AN: This episode has nothing to do with MM or MM! HIGA! Thank you for all the follows!

I'm still looking for a proofreader. As a fellow partaker, I hate when I'm reading a story and the grammar or typos make it difficult or even impossible to read. If any of you would like to beta these, or even comment on issues you found in the story, I would greatly appreciate it! Thank you!


Loke hadn't succeeded in finding out Lucy's big secret that night, and he gave up before they fell asleep. Correction, as he fell asleep. Lucy couldn't fall asleep after being pressed to share with him what she didn't even have the courage to talk to Cana and Aries about. Tears silently streamed from her eyes. She felt trapped in his arms now. She just knew he would continue to ask about it or look at her with pity in his eyes now. So she did what Lucy Heartfilia did best, she ran. She gathered her belongings quickly, and without leaving a note, she ran to the train station and got on the soonest departure. Lucy Heartfilia was headed to Sweden.


When she found her seat on the train, Lucy broke down into silent tears. She had thought she had made a great friend, but it appeared that once again, she was all alone. She pulled out her journal.

Dear Mom,

I think I messed up. I haven't been fair to Loke. I haven't been fair to myself. I started in on this torrid tryst and instead of being a grown up, I ran away like a coward. How can I ever look at myself the same?

Lucy blushed outwardly, she couldn't discuss this with her mother. Putting her pen down, she closed the journal and rushed to a train attendant, "Excuse me sir, is there a phone available on this train?"

"Yes, miss, right this way." The attendant led her to a row of phones, two of the 14 being used.

Lucy walked to the farthest end of the train. Who could she call? Cana would tell her she did the right thing, and she didn't need to hear that right now. Aries would probably cry and blame herself, and that would just irritate Lucy. She harrumphed and slumped in the chair, "Well if I can't talk to my best friends then who can I talk to," she mused.

"Uh," a small voice sounded beside her, "Well, you can… you can talk to me?"

Lucy turned to see a small girl…or woman?.. sitting beside her. This girl had bright blue hair, a tiny frame and the widest, sincerest eyes she'd ever seen in her life, "I'm Levy, and I've always found it easier to talk to strangers, because the people you know might judge you, but who cares if a stranger does? You'll never see them again."

Lucy cocked her head to the side, mulling over what the blunette said, "Alright, your logic is sound. But you have to promise to take it to your grave."

"Alright, how about this, you unload on me and I'll do the same with you. That way we both have mutual secret keeping promises," Levy responded, holding a finger to her lips in thought.

"Sounds fair," Lucy responded, eyes crinkling and feeling at ease for the first time since the shower incident. Lucy led Levy back to her seat, and the small girl dropped her bag with a loud thud, "What do you got in there? Bricks!?" Lucy asked, wide-eyed.

"Uh, you could say that," Levy giggled, while rubbing the back of her neck in embarrassment, "I'm just really into books and learning new languages!"

"Really?" Lucy asked excitedly, "I love stuff like that too!" She beamed, and the girl across from her matched her enthusiasm.

"Awesome! We have more in common than we thought!" Levy said while getting comfy in the seat across from Lucy.

"Well, I'll be honest, my story isn't all that grand. I was raped a little while back," Levy started, oddly enough, still smiling, "But in a way, the man that penetrated me wasn't the rapist in my mind."

Lucy looked mildly horrified and extremely confused, "What do you mean? Isn't that the actual definition of rape? Nonconsensual penetra…er…entrance?"

Levy's smile dropped a little, "Well, this is where I have to ask you to not judge me," she explained, and Lucy nodded along, "The guy…the man that forced himself upon me did it to save his own life. He had a gun on him as well."

"I can't imagine the fear!" Lucy commented.

Nodding, Levy continued, "Yes, it was absolutely terrifying, but I knew we were in it together. Despite his rough outward appearance, his eyes were kind and, I hate to admit it, but had it been another situation, I still might have ended up sleeping with him. Maybe would've dated him. The man was more attractive than sin." Levy sighed, then looked up at Lucy trying to gauge her reaction, but Lucy's face was unreadable., so Levy continued, "I'm not sure it can be classified as rape, since I willingly gave into him and found pleasure from it."

"That's not true! You were under duress! And from what it sounds like, you were both victims!" Lucy finally exploded, "Does… does it help to think it was consensual?" she muttered quieter.

"Yes, I think it does," Levy responded while pouting slightly, "I think that it helps me understand the situation a little better. I… well… I was terrified, and this may be Stockholm Syndrome, but I think I may have fallen for the poor man."

Lucy nodded, "They say that like-experiences bring people together. Have you looked for him?"

"No, I always figured that if he wanted to see me again he would find me. I think that this is something I'm just going to have to live with, but I don't want to discuss it with a therapist, so I have decided just to share with other people, in the hopes that the more I talk about it, the less it will affect me."

"That makes sense," Lucy stated, nodding along, "Well, my story is oddly enough about sex as well."

"Go on," Levy prompted.

"Well, I traveled to London after graduating from university. I wanted to see the world a bit, and that is where I figured I could start. I was dropped off at this hotel, and it was being run by a guy around my age. Two days after knowing each other, I had a panic attack in the shower, and apparently, I had left it running on me for almost an hour. He came in, covered me with towels and laid me in bed, using blankets and his body heat to warm me up after the cold water. The next morning the sexual tension was overwhelming, and we had mind-blowing sex. We didn't really talk too much after that, but two days later we were in Paris having crazy sex again, but it wasn't enough. We had sex twice and I was over it."

Levy looked a little confused, "Okay? Well, that doesn't seem so wrong to me, you were on vacation, it was a fling, what's wrong with that?"

Lucy shrugged, "Well, I guess the problem isn't the "fling" nature, it's the feeling that I had while we were having sex," she elaborated, whispering the last word.

"Oh? Were you falling in love or something?" Levy asked, curious.

"No! That's the thing! I was just FEELING. Since the panic attack, I've been a little numb, and both times we did it, all I could think about was that I felt something. During the second time, normal sex wasn't enough." Lucy said while frowning, eyes downcast.

"He didn't hurt you, did he?" Levy questioned, concern in her voice.

"No, I think I might have hurt him," Lucy explained, "The first time, I asked if we were just helping each other, basically saying I wasn't interested in anything other than the sex. I feel so guilty for that, but he didn't seem to mind since we did it again." She recalled blushing at her behavior that started their second course, "More than that, after the second time we had sex, he asked me about my panic attack. He offered to trade sexual favors for information, which seemed unfair to me. He obviously had something on his mind too, but thought I'd prefer sex to just talking. I don't know," Lucy hiccoughed, "maybe I did prefer it, but that's not the point!"

"So, what is the point then, Lucy?" Levy prodded.

"I guess, we were both trying to fill up holes, but he wanted me to bare my soul, and I just couldn't handle it. The things we did were so…" Lucy started to dampen slightly at the memories, "inappropriate." She finished.

"Well, then why did you leave?" Levy pushed her on, wanting to hear the end of the story.

"I… well, I got scared. I've never slept with someone I didn't care deeply for before. It was unnerving. It was like we were doing it backwards and unevenly. The stuff was so aggressive, too. Nothing like what I normally like, and honestly, I felt uncomfortable with myself after it all happened. I just, I run when I'm like this. I can't face the music sometimes."

"That's how everyone feels on the inside, even if it's just a little bit. Do you think you'll ever see him again?" Levy cooed, lightly.

"No, there should be no reason to. He probably hates me now anyway." Lucy shrugged her shoulders.

"You don't seem too upset about that." Levy suggested, one eyebrow raised. The announcer stated that they were reaching their destination, so Lucy decided to wrap it up.

"No, you're right, I really don't feel too upset about it. We weren't a thing anyway. It was just sex. You're completely right about this by the way. I'm glad I was able to talk this out with you." Lucy said beaming down at her, "Look, I hope to end up in Greece, but I'll be finishing my trip in about a month. If you ever want to talk to a semi-stranger again, I'll be on Kalikari island." Shaking Levy's hand, before deciding fuck it and pulling the blunette into a hug, Lucy started to gather her things and prepare for her next adventure. "Sweden, here I come!"