Oh gods, lol my last note was like 700 words long. Damn! And I never reedited it! I forgot! I'll do it today, later today, I'm about to go out to do some stuff cuz today is me padre's b/day anyway,

Anemone102: Yes it is and a lot of it should just be fast paced from here on out. Well, actually after chapter 11 there's gonna be some action and it won't let up til the end. Today is more of a filler chapter and the beginning of the next chapter just had me laughing. Haha, mhm she is isn't she? I told you she would be *sigh* but on an alien planet where boys are scarce what can you do? That...actually just gave me an idea! Wow! Hmm...this just got a whole lot more interesting. Oh and I'll go back and check (since you know, I didn't) but I think it's supposed to be squat because I'm making everything in present tense, or at least I'm trying to. This chapter obviously utilizes past tense (accidentally of course). Mhm to what extent indeed! Quite possibly Erza's a stickler for the rules. I will answer the rest of your review on the bottom.

Disclaimer: I don't own FT

"When we get back home," Vidaldus murmured softly to Ultear from his spot on the tree, "I'm gonna turn so many fine bitches into my succubus'." He smiled thoughtfully. "I'm gon be like 'what time is it? Oh? 5:00? Time to start catchin me some succubus'.' you know what I'm sayin?" As though totally forgetting she was a chick.

Ultear cocked an eyebrow but nodded stiffly, "Yeah...totally.." and got up to move away from him. She found a new spot next to Richard who stared at Vidaldus for a moment then turned to Ultear saying, "Stay away from him-"

"Yup." she nodded immediately.

Jellal settled down next Erza, who was gazing in the opposite direction. He watched her for a moment as she refused to turn in his direction then asked staring forward, "Still pissed?"

Erza didn't turn to him. She refused to. She was going to hold onto her anger as long as she could. Who did he think he was? Putting her on the spot like that? Like she was the bad guy? And yet, she knew she'd just let it roll off of her back if she did start talking to him again. Something about him was...strangely captivating. Instead of looking at him she settled for, "Fuck you." she heard him give a chuckle behind her.

Jellal held his palm out, raising the ground a little with his earth magic then asked her, "You know what the difference between you and me is?" she wanted to tell him to go to hell but cocked her head instead, not looking in his direction per say but indicating that she'd heard him. This was the first time he engaged her in conversation. Engaged anyone in conversation actually. It made her feel a little warm inside that he was checking on her. "We both do the same thing." she turned further, "but you do it for a guild," so he was an independent mage. "so you don't have to admit you like it." bastard.

"What happened to you?" she asked speaking softly to him for the first time since they'd fought before her voice turned hard, "What made you so fucked up?"

Bitch!

Had the circumstances been different Jellal might have laughed at her boldness. At the way she could lead someone on and turn on them in an instant. But the situation wasn't different, so he glanced at the still lit sky and quote, "'There is no hunting. Like the hunting of a man. And those who have hunted armed men long enough, and like it, never really care for anything else thereafter'."

That's really fucked up, Erza thought as she raised her eyebrows skyward the ghost of a mocking grin on her lips as she said, "That's pretty poetic. Did you come up with that all by yourself."

He wondered if she realized that he wasn't the only fucked up person in the world. "No actually, That was Hemingway."

They heard leaves rustling and both turned to their right, tensed. Everyone else also looked up as Erza tiptoed toward a fallen log wielding her sword, Jellal came up out of nowhere in front of her. She didn't have time to blink as something skinny, tall, and armored ran by a couple hundred feet in front of them.

"Fuck." Jellal grumbled.

"Why isn't it coming?" Erza asked.

This woman will never give up huh? Jellal asked himself as they watched together.

"They see our traps." Jellal muttered softly.

Erza turned her head to stare at him questioningly but he was close. So incredibly close, Erza thought closing her eyes and opening them staring straight ahead. She tried to suppress her blush.

He leaned against her shoulder gazing past it at something on her left.

Breathe in and out. And she did her chest was heaving but she'd blame it on the humidity, it was, after all, incredibly hot.

He moved around her body, tightly, quietly, and half crawled, half dragged himself to Ultear who was staring with wide eyes and jumped when Jellal spoke to her.

"Hey Doc," he murmured.

"Hey," she whispered back.

"I think I just found out a way you can be useful."

She blushed in embarrassment, he thought she was useless? She was far from it was the first thought that crossed through her mind before she thought, wait...how?

I was going to change the quote but for the exact same reasons I'm not using the Dragons I couldn't do that. Like what kind of crazy inspirational thing about aliens and people does Zeref ever say? Nothing. All he does is want to die... Suicide is not something I'm promoting in this fanfic and I'm sorry for the chapter length. This is probably the shortest chapter.

Now, back to Anemone102: I know, I think that to myself too, which option really does matter more? Especially since Simon was actually one of the good characters but that matters not in this fic because technically everyone is bad! Actually hmm, Simon wasn't bad! Unless, you know, rebelling against kidnappers counts as disobedience. Normally the ethical option is the better option. Why kill people when you can all die together? I think that's what Erza is probably thinking (you know due to being in FT and all) but neither Jellal nor I have that luxury and in the face of death we'd fight til the end. I'm sorry Simon, that makes me seem heartless. I would not sacrifice you on purpose. I would come up with a plan, explain it to everybody, and hope no one died. I communicate, I think Jellal is just like "survive in any way I can, I don't know these people enough to let them in on the plan hence they kill me." He probably wasn't plotting anything other than find information and in the process he happened to realize in the heat of the moment what was going on and acted on instinct. Ya feel?

Oh on a different note! My nickname is Jellie and it came to me that Jellal's nickname could be Jelly and that makes us like one in the same! EEEEP!