F.Y.I. Cobra is the same age as Natsu, Gajeel, Sting, Rogue, etc. Ultear is at the age she was after tenrou, so is Meredy.


Hi ya! I have not updated in a while, sorry! But I was having a hard time figuring out where to go from here with this because I have to different directions to choose. So, I was thinking, maybe some of you guys think that Sofie went a bit overboard against Gray, right? After all, all Gray did was stand silently behind the Master when the Dragonslayers were kicked out, right? Wrong! You will discover the truth in this chapter, enjoy!


The rest of her guild had already left and night had fallen, and a cheshire cat moon hung over empty arena.

Wendy crept silently through the halls towards the infirmary. Normally, if she had still been a member of Fairy Tail, that is, Gray would have already been healed, though not completely. Apparently Cheila had even refused to help as well.

Wendy sighed, she called Cheila on Lacrima vision at least twice a week from her room in the guild hall, they would talk for hours, and Wendy would tell Cheila of her nightmares, and of how Gray had treated her in the aftermath of the attack. Wendy squeezed her eyes tight shut, but the moment flooded back to her.


Flashback


Wendy wiped her brow with a heavy sigh, she was sitting at Gray's bedside, healing the slashed claw marks across his chest and they broken ribs that lay beneath the torn skin. The reddened edges of the wound were marred with the nightmare magic of the dragon showing through in black stripes. Finally, Gray groaned and sat up.

"Gray!" Wendy cried joyfully, he was the first of the ones who had been injured to wake up.

"Wendy...what happened?" He asked, putting a hand to his head.

"We finally managed to get you back to the guild and I started to work immediately!" Wendy began, clutching his hands into fists in front of her,

"I had to move from person to person because you were all so badly hurt, but I finally pulled you all into stable condition. I'm so glad your finally awake!"

Gray fixed her with a cold scowl, "I knew that, you damn idiot, I meant when did you decide to get a dragon to attack us? When did you meet with it? How did you pay it? How much did it take to order the attack? HUH!? WELL? ANSWER ME!" He demanded, his voice growing louder as he sat up in bed.

Wendy scooted her chair back a little bit, whimpering slightly.

"I-I...Gray, I never organized anything! You saw us fight, we tried our best to beat it, it was to strong, it was related to Achnologia. The dragon of nightmares."

Then she braved her guild mates anger and standing up, reaching timidly towards Gray.

"P-Please, don't stress your chest, the injury, it might break open again..." Wendy whimpered, eyeing the injury with worry.

"TO HELL WITH THE INJURY!" Gray screamed, throwing the covers off of his legs and throwing himself to his feet, he swayed from foot to foot, still in clear pain, but he wasn't about the let such a thing stop him.

Wendy had now stood up from her chair was was now backing away whispering fearful apologies.

"B-But, I really didn't, none of us, d-did, Gray, I promise..." Wendy cried.

"Your promise is nothing but crap! You were barely hurt! There's not a scratch on you! How can you explain that?"

Gray asked, his voice still rising. Wendy held her breath she couldn't explain it, after all, how could she explain something she didn't even understand herself?

"I-I-I, I don't, maybe it's because we smell like dragons and the dragon thought we were..." Wendy began.

Gray backhanded her hard across the face.

She shrieked in pain as she crashed into the bedside table, tasting blood, her weight smashed the table and several of the medicine bottles on it, the glass cut into Wendy as she landed on it, and she let out a cry, pulling her knees in close to her and clutching one hand to her face, with silent tears streaming down and her shoulders shaking.

"YOUR A TRAITOR! YOU SHOULD'A JUST ROTTED OUT IN THE WOODSY, WE SHOULDN'T HAVE BROUGHT YOU HERE! WE SHOULD'A DITCHED YOU WHEN WE HAD THE CHANCE!" Gray screamed into her face, grabbing her by the front of the shirt and throwing her sideways into the door, the doorknob dung into her shoulder, and she left several bloody spots on the door from the slice's the shattered glass had made in her legs and back.

Wendy let out a strangled sob as she dragged herself to her feet and ran at the door, ripping it open and sprinting out into the empty hall, running and running until she ran into someone, that someone was Mirajane.

"Wendy!" She cried, Wendy looked up, saw Mira's concerned face, and threw herself into the takeover mages arms.

"Wendy, what happened to your face?" Mira demanded as she crouched down to Wendy's level and wrapped her arms around her shaking form. Wendy's cheek had gone slightly purple and was already beginning to swell.

"And your legs, your bleeding..." Mira whispered with worry on her face as she watched the scarlet liquid run down the backs of Wendy's legs in small trickles.

Wendy was unable to explain it then, she just sobbed and shook out her tears in her guild mates arms.

Finally, Wendy was able to take a shaking breath, "G-Gray, h-h-he woke up...and he, he, he, he slapped me, he screamed at me and I fell into the table, the bottles broke and I landed on them, and then he grabbed me by the collar and threw me into the door, the doorknob hurt my shoulder, then I got up and ran away."

Wendy squeaked softly.

Mira's eyes went dark, and Wendy could see horns growing on her head already. So Wendy reached up and pulled Mira back down into a hug again, and managed to calm her down.

Mira had very nearly stormed into Gray's room and strangled to ice wizard after Wendy had finally stopped crying. But Wendy had begged her not to. She didn't want any more pain, especially for her sake.

No, if any pain was going to be caused for her sake, she would be causing it herself. A few days later they were evicted from the guild. A few weeks after that they ran into Master Dracoya at the train station.

After that, Wendy got rid of her Fairy spirit, and became a true Dragon.

Then, Wendy focused only on her revenge.


Flashback over


Wendy arrived at the door to Gray's infirmary opened it slowly and hissed to hear a soft creak from the rusted old hinges.

She carefully entered, tip toeing across the wood and holding her breath.

Gray lay in the only bed in the room. The window in the wall above him was far to high to climb out of, yet it let a crease of moonlight through, which fell upon Gray's slumbering form. Wendy inched carefully closer to him, and soon she stood right at his side. By now the girl was battling a furious slew of memories threatening to cause her to turn and run.

Wendy shook her head and held fast, she would not move, she would pay her due, then leave, that was all.

She did a quick once over of Gray's condition, he had been sloppily bandaged, Wendy guessed by either Cana or Mira, and his breathing was slow yet steady. Then Wendy held out her hands, let out a sigh, and was about the send her magic into him when.

"Wen-dy?" A tired voice croaked.

Wendy let out a soft shriek and jumped away from the bed, Gray had woken up. Wendy stood and said nothing, and the two of them just stared at each other for a moment, Gray was the first to speak.

"Are you here to hurt me more?" He asked simply.

Wendy's breath hitched as she realized how bad this looked, Gray lay in bed, propped up by pillows and his good arm, his leg had been torn up when he had flown backward through the walls of the arena, and he was unable to stand, much less defend himself from a dragonslayer.

Wendy stood there for a moment, then furious tears came into her eyes.

"And I thought you knew me! Before the dragon attack or after! I would never hurt anyone that was unable to defend themselves!" She cried, throwing her arms behind her, Gray's eyes went wide as he saw the terrible mistake he had made by asking her such a question.

"Whether you deserve it or not I would never hurt you if you were lying injured in bed! Which you are! I would never harm someone that couldn't fight back! I have better morals than getting revenge on someone who can't even stand up! I wouldn't do something like that! I wouldn't slap a helpless wizard! Unlike YOU!"

She screeched.

Guilt crowded into Gray's eyes as he realized what she was referring to.

"Wendy, no, I..."

"SHUT UP!" She screamed at him, so loudly it hurt his ears.

Then she threw both hands forward and a blue magic circle exploded in front of her, alarms that Fairy Tail had set went off at the uncleared magic use, and red and gold lit up the room in a strobe effect.

Wendy sent four balls of spinning blue mist shooting into Gray as fast as bullets. Then she fled the infirmary, tears sparkling in the moonlight as they flew off her face behind her.

For Gray time seemed to slow, as he watched the glistening tears fall and the magic come flying towards him. The shots imbedded themselves into Gray's broken body.

Gray closed his eyes tight, expecting intense pain.

Instead, it was quite the opposite. Gray felt himself glowing blue, as the healing magic flitted about him, and the next second, Gray was as good as new save for a broken arm, which, apparently, had been to much for the small amount of magic to heal.

Gray sat up with wide eyes of wonder as the pain disappeared along with the blue light, and he had only one question.

"Why?" He whispered, "Why help me, Wendy? After I did nothing but hurt you?"


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