Laxus's POV

Just another day, another assignment. A call came in a few minutes ago. Apparently some woman was exploiting her child in a street show for money. At least that's what the caller said.

I approached the said woman only to find a beautiful white haired belle with an oddly strict looking mini. The child was in a dress covered in dirt and patches. Her mother, a pair of ripped up jeans and an old tee. Both were barefoot and in need of a shower and a good meal.

I hated this job sometimes. Guilt filled me while I told the woman she wasn't allowed by law to continue her street performance. Her child got mouthy, but she handled it well. The conversation resulted in me finding out shocking information. She was the homeless mother to my friend, Freed's daughter. Anger boiled over and I found myself offering them a place to stay.

"Are you sure you want to welcome two rather filthy ladies into your home? We could be diseased or even worse murderers." The woman joked.

"Come on." I shrugged as I walked towards my truck only to turn around and see the woman struggling to carry their stuff and her child. Sighing, I walked back to her and lifted the child in one arm, threw her backpack over my shoulder, and grabbed her guitar in the other leaving her to carry nothing more than the blanket she sat on to play. Leading them to my truck, I put all their crap in the bed of the truck and opened the passenger side door for the young mother. Once she was in, I passed Carla to her and climbed into the driver's side seat.

"Dreyer, status update." My radio came to life as I drove to my house with the voice of my chief, Gildarts Clive.

"Disturbance handled. Dropping off a couple guests at home than returning to patrol." I reported into the mouthpiece of my radio.

"Dreyer, are you seriously taking in a hussy and her brat?" The voice on the radio sneered.

"Clive, the young lady is Officer Freed's ex. The child is his daughter. They were abandoned by the asshole shortly after he found out about the pregnancy."

"Damn. Bring them to the office. I'll have Elfman cover your route."

"Yes, sir." I sighed turning my truck around and heading back towards the station.

"Elfman? As in Elfman Strauss?" The white haired beauty asked.

"Yea, you know him?"

"He's my brother. He can't know about this!" The girl began to panic.

"So which one are you?" I asked. I knew there were three Strauss siblings. Elfman, Lisanna and Mirajane. An officer of the law, a movie star who got black listed, and a singer who vanished from the spotlight without a trace.

"Mirajane." She said softly. The singer who vanished. The small child in her arms must have led to her disappearance.

"Nice to meet you, Mirajane." I grunted before smirking at her, "and Elfman already knows."

"What?" She gasped. "How?"

"The mic was on when you asked about him. I was about to radio the big idiot to let him know where I left off on patrol when you spoke before I could release the button."

"MIRA!" Elfman's voice echoes through the radio, an explosion of deep bass like vibrations. "LAXUS, YOU TAKE CARE OF MY SISTER!"

"Shut up, Elfman. You can see your sister after work either at the office or at my place." I sighed. This was gonna be a long night.

We arrived at the station about fifteen minutes later. Freed's ridiculous bright green Prius sat in his reserved parking space. Anger flared within me once more. That lowlife wanted to chase me knowing he had a child with this beautiful woman, the fact that I wasn't into guys not withstanding. I felt my fists clench as I jumped from the truck.

"LAXUS!" Mira screamed for me as I pushed through the station doors. My rage was overflowing. I could hear her running after me, Carla's tiny feet trying to keep up.

"FREED!" My voice boomed like thunder throughout the building. I wanted blood for what he'd done to Mira. I wanted him six feet down for Carla's sake. I couldn't imagine walking away from Molli when she was pregnant. I would never have been able to take one look at my son and leave. He was despicable and just the sound of his name made me sick.

"Laxus?" Freed's voice came out of his office moments before he did, "what's wrong?"

My fist met his face and I felt his nose shatter. Blood coated my knuckles as I pulled back for another punch. Just as I went to release my fist, two slim arms wrapped around my arm. Another pair of tiny arms wrapped around my leg. I could hear both girls crying as I slowly came down from my rage.

"It's okay, Carla," I said gently, picking up the small child before wrapping a crying Mira into a hug. "Don't cry. I'm done. I won't punch him again."

"Mira?" Freed's voice was full of shock as he recognized his ex.

"Don't. You do not have the right to speak to her, Freed." I snarled, pulling the woman away from him and into Gildarts's office.

Mira's small voice reached my ears as the door closed on Freed's shocked face, "thank you."