So, I fell into a food coma and slept from about six last night to this morning...and didn't get my last story out yesterday! Sorry! So, four plus a chapter (that I'm frantically still writing!) today! Enjoy!

Wendy The Fairy Girl

In which Lucy writes a story she actually likes.

Lucy stared at the blank page in front of her, tired of writing nothing but crap.

She felt like she had been in this block forever. Every idea seemed great, until she went to put pen to paper and it came out stale, stunted and unoriginal. She had torn out more pages from her writing journal than she had kept at this point, and she was getting pretty damn close to giving up on it.

Maybe she wasn't meant to be a writer. Maybe it just wasn't her destiny. Maybe those stories she had written as a child for the hotel staff had actually been terrible, and they had all been lying to her to make her feel better.

Now that she thought about it, that possibility sounded more and more like the truth.

She sighed and dropped her pen. It was depressing learning a talent you thought you had was actually just a pandering lie.

Suddenly, Lucy perked up, as she felt Natsu writing on their arms.

hey, I'm bored. what's up? Not much. Just the realization of crushing imminent failure at her dreams. No biggie.

Not much. Trying to write, you?

trying to write what?

Anything that's any good. I can't seem to make it happen though. I'm starting to think I just suck at it.

well, maybe you do

HEY!

HEY, you said it, not me. its not like you've let me read any of your stuff

Because it sucks!

AND I rest my case

I just can't think of anything interesting to write about. Everything has been done before!

well, I'm a terrible writer, but if its ideas you need then maybe I can help

I'm willing to try anything at this point. Whatcha got?

ok..how about a story about a boy raised by a dragon?

Cliche.

a colony of cats who live on the moon. and can fly.

Too weird.

a girl who is forced to fight to the death to save someone she cares about

Been done. Multiple times.

a pair of brothers who solve mysteries

Seriously, are you doing this on purpose?

doing what?

Giving me ideas that are already famous books!

oh. no...

Do you just not read?

not really, no.

We can't be friends anymore.

HEY do you want my help or not?

If you can call this helping…

ok, fine, I can go weirder. it is you after all, I should have known you'd only want the weird stuff.

HEY!

ok, a band of robbers dressed in shiny spandex that attack people with farts and have enormous asses they wiggle in peoples faces. they could attack trains and stuff.

You're such a boy. But… at least that's an original idea. Think a little less gross though…

hmmm It was several minutes before he wrote anything else. Lucy started drawing stars on her blank sheet of paper. Maybe she still had time to improve her drawing skills if she gave up on the whole writing thing… Eventually, he responded.

OK, this is the one. I can feel it. Lucy scoffed and raised an eyebrow, knowing he could feel it. no, seriously, this one is really good. I think you're going to love it.

Ok, fine, I'm listening.

so the story follows this fairy. whos just a little girl fairy, and she's part of this grove of fairies who have been taking care of her since she was a baby. but one day she discovers that they're all part of this illusion and she's been a prisoner her whole life, so she runs away and it ends up she's the last of the fairies and has to figure out how to live in the new world, being the only one with magic.

Lucy gave it some serious thought and found...she liked it. She closed her eyes and tried to visualize the little fairy girl, innocent, alone and yet concealing a massive secret. She needed bright colored hair. Like blue, or purple. Normal enough for people, but rare, maybe a holdover from when fairies were everywhere. And she needed to have power over nature somehow. But something specific, like water, or the wind, or growing things. And she needed a name.

What would her name be? Lucy could feel him grin and mirrored it with a smaller one. He really did have good ideas. She was big enough to admit that. After she'd milked him for everything he had. If he-who-would-not-be-satisfied had taught her one thing, it was to latch onto someone of value and use whatever they unwittingly gave you for your advantage.

Wait. Maybe that wasn't such a great thing to do…she should ask Levy about that sometime...

I don't know. Maybe Wendy or something?

Wendy...so definitely powers of the wind then. And maybe herblore from her people that let her heal people! Or all fairies could heal? That could be really cool.

Ok, Wendy it is. I've got to go. I'm gonna try this whole writing thing one more time.

sounds like a plan. can I read it when its done?

If it's any good.

no, can I read it anyway? even if it sucks? I want to see what happens to her!

Lucy rolled her eyes.

Fine. I'll call you and read it to you when I've got something down.

Awesome! happy writing!

Thanks!

So, Lucy got to work, putting pen to paper, and the words flowed clearly and quickly. She didn't go back and read what she had written yet. There were so many ideas filling her brain now and they were just bursting to get out of her. So she wrote, and wrote and wrote. She didn't notice the light fading into blackness until she couldn't see the paper in front of her anymore. And then she just flipped on a light and kept on writing. Eventually, it was her growling stomach that tore her away from the page, gurgling angrily when she realized she had missed two meals at the dining hall, and it was going to close soon, depriving her of sustenance until the morning, since her fridge and cupboards were woefully empty. She had forgotten to buy groceries in her writing whirlwind.

Dropping her pen and grabbing her keys, she rushed out of her apartment, forgetting to lock it behind her.

About ten minutes later, Levy knocked on Lucy's door, trying the knob. She walked in, calling for the blonde, but was met with silence.

A mischievous grin spread over her face as she crept over to the desk and grabbed a handful of Lucy's Heartfilia Hotel pens she had brought with her when she ran. Something about it not feeling like home without them laying around. And not being able to say no to free pens when she was about to be broke.

For whatever reason she had them, they would be perfect for testing out her new prank idea…

Then Levy's eyes landed on handwriting filled pages of Lucy's writing notebook, open for perusing.

Never one to turn down an open book, she flipped back a few pages to the beginning of the piece and curiously began to read.

Wendy The Fairy Girl

In a world long deprived of magic and mystery, every little girl dreams of being whisked away into a land of fantasy, where dragons roamed the skies and fairies watched over the earth. And one little girl lived that dream. Or had, until the fantasy surrounding her melted away.

Wendy sat, awed, in a field of wildflowers, beautiful in its own way, but nothing compared to the oversaturated mirage that had just dropped away from her eyes. Dozens of fairies, just like her, dissolved into nothing. The sweeping trees of her rainforest home, that shaded their little grove from the purple sun's harsh rays has disappeared to leave this overly light, empty, gray in comparison, field surrounding her instead. The world she had known her whole life was a lie.

Even now, the fairies she had remembered vividly only moments before were fading from her memory. Their names were even gone, floating away like the breezes she manipulated. Her heart felt empty as she stared blankly into the bright white sun, so foreign to what she used to know. To what she believe the world to be.

She was alone. Really alone.

Her entire existence had been a twist of reality; her magic building a nurturing space to protect and teach her until she was old enough to be on her own. And apparently the morning of her eleventh birthday she was old enough.

She sat in the field for another hour, listening to the sounds the winds brought her. At least they hadn't left her alone! She could still control the wind like always, and that was a comfort amongst the harsh realizations of the morning.

She could hear odd sounds, brought to her by the south wind, she'd never heard before. Loud blaring noises that sounded a little like geese, but ruder. And gushes of wind that flowed over her like waves as large object after large object flew past at impressive speeds. So quick they the wind whistled as they passed.

Well, she couldn't sit in this field forever. She had to find something to eat, at the very least, so she picked herself up and used her winds to fly herself across the field. South. She clung to the curiosity she felt about those new noises. Right now, that curiosity was the only thing making her feel alive.

When she reached a line of trees and could fly easily no longer, she stopped, hearing the noises she had followed amplified on the other side ten fold. She cautiously peeked through the trunks, creeping through dozens of close fitting trees before she reached an open space, the ground hardened like rock. She walked onto the rock in her bare feet and immediately leapt into the air again.

That rock was HOT! She looked at the bottom of her foot, thankfully not seeing blisters like she had gotten from sleeping too close to the fire that one time, and looked at the path of black stone that stretched seemingly forever in either direction, until it turned and the trees swallowed it up again. It was quiet now, but her winds told her the noises were coming again.

Curious, she flew a little higher, to get a better view of the black rock path that kept the trees from joining together and hiding the ground from the blazing white sun. She missed the purple sun, and itt more delicate warmth already.

Then she saw something moving fast along the black stone pathway. It was red and shiny, reflecting that hot sunlight like water. But smoother.

She flew down and hovered just above the black stone in front of where it would pass. Then it would see her and she could ask where it was going. So she waited, the creature coming into view much faster than she had expected and coming right at her.

Wendy realized too late that the creature wasn't going to stop. But she couldn't move.

However, the creature seemed to see her at the last minute and pulled to the side, veering off the black rock and murdering a whole stand of trees. She gasped as it let out a terrible booming noise and huffed smoke, like a dragon. The little fairy dove into the trees and hid for a moment, making sure the beast was not going to eat her before she peeked at it again. It looked pretty badly hurt.

And no matter how scary it was, Wendy had an obligation to use her healing abilities to try to save it. So she crept out and laid a hand on the beast, surprised to find it even hotter than the black stone path, and smoother. She sent her magic into the beast, looking for a heartbeat, but finding none. However, there was another creature's heart still beating nearby. Looking through a hole in the beast, she saw what looked like another fairy, only somewhat bigger, inside it.

Maybe it had been an evil beast, and eaten this giant fairy, but it hadn't had time to digest it before Wendy had startled it. If that was the case, maybe she could save the fairy! And then she wouldn't be alone anymore! She circled the dead beast until she was looking through the square hole that was closest to the beast's last meal, and tried to reach inside. Except she hit something in the way, like an invisible force field, as hard as the rest of the beast. She had wondered how it managed to keep it's food from escaping with the big holes all over its stomach. So she called on her magic to help her break the force field, the wind rushing to do her bidding, it found a dozen little weak spots in the beast's barrier to sneak in and filled it up, pressing outward until the field burst. But instead of disappearing, it broke into a million little solid pieces, which flew outward, sprinkling the ground and leaving shallow cuts in Wendy's skin.

That hadn't gone entirely to plan, she thought as she picked a couple of pieces of the shiny bits out of her skin. But at least she could reach into the beast and touch the fairy now, and that was all that mattered. Her own accelerated healing rate would take care of her cuts. But she was worried the fairy had been in the belly of the beast for too long and had not been able to eat its element, so it wouldn't be able to heal itself.

Her fears were confirmed when she touched the fairy's warm skin and felt not a single trace of magic left below its skin. Her heart wept for the fairy. To be without magic was to be without life. She had used too much, while practicing once, and she hadn't been able to move for a whole day. And even then, she had had at least a little left to keep her body warm and tingly.

Wendy swiftly got to work sending her magic into the fairy's magicless body, finding a couple of broken bones and an area bleeding in the fairy's head. She pushed a little more magic into those areas, coaxing the bones to grow, as all fairies had inherently learned how to do when they left their eggs under the earth and joined the their people in the sky. His magicless body, for she had figured out it was a boy fairy she had found inside the beast, resisted her healing, finally beginning to respond after several moments of stubborn pushing on her part. He must have been in the belly of the beast for longer than she realized.

Just as she had coaxed the muscles of his head to stop bleeding and regrow, the fairy woke up, taking a deep breath in and looking around him with wide, unseeing eyes. Until they landed on Wendy.

He blinked at her, seemingly not seeing the magic that flowed through her fingers into his arm, the nearest part of him to her. He seemed to be fascinated with her own skin, his eyes roving over her in shock and awe.

What Wendy didn't know, was that her own healing had been delayed, as she fueled copious amounts of magic into his injuries, so that the shallow cuts from the shattered barrier were just now healing, sealing up in perfect new skin as he watched.

"What are you?" he whispered, feeling the magic thrumming through his body and shivering at the unfamiliar tingle. Wendy screwed up her little face in confusion.

"Why, I'm a fairy. Just like you." The man's eyes went wide as he looked her over again, noticing her feet hovering over the broken glass on the ground for the first time. Almost absentmindedly he replied.

"But, I'm not a fairy. I'm human!"

Wendy took her hand from his arm and jumped back, suddenly afraid.

"What's a human?"

Maybe she shouldn't have saved him. Maybe the beast was right to eat him in the first place...though it was hard to think well of anything that could kill trees so easily. Trees were defenseless and to be protected at all costs, as they could not protect themselves.

"Well, a human is...me," he answered, still a little muddled from the crash. Wendy considered him from a few feet away. And something occurred to her.

"Do humans not have magic?"

"No. No one does."

"Fairies do," she corrected him smugly. "Haven't you seen a fairy before?"

"No. I've never seen anyone like you before. When I saw you in the road, I thought you were a human kid. I didn't want to hurt you, so I drove off the road." He looked at the broken beast around him, cringing at the little trail of smoke coming from its gaping mouth. He seemed to realize everything wasn't as it should be, as he ran his hands over himself and looked at the blood his fingers came away with, unable to find where it had come from.

"I healed you," Wendy said helpfully. "You weren't strong enough to heal yourself. Your beast was already dead. I couldn't do anything for it."

"It's not a beast. It's a machine. It was dead to begin with. Though," he said wryly, looking at the wreckage around him, "a lot more dead now."

"My name is Wendy," she said, going to place her fingers to his temple to show him her memories, as was the custom for her species. He shied away from her though, confused. Instead, he held out his hand to her. Maybe humans traded memories through their hands. So Wendy touched his hand with her fingers instead.

"I'm Natsu," he grabbed her hand in his and shook it a few times. "Nice to meet you."

The words cut off there, at the bottom of the page. Levy flipped to the next page, looking for the rest and despairing when she realized that was all Lucy had written. Now she would never know what happened to Wendy. Lucy had an unfortunate habit of leaving stories unfinished, or even throwing them away. While her writing was decent, she thought it was terrible, an unfortunate side effect of having a father who never stopped pushing her to be better. Levy sighed and turned away from the book, trying her best to leave it exactly how she found it. She'd have to tell Lucy she had read it some other time. When she wasn't pranking her.

But Levy smiled as she tip-toed out of the apartment again. When she did, she was going to have to give her so much shit for naming a character after her soulmate.

And for leaving her door unlocked...