Natsu was having a hard time not laughing. Lucy had been lying about his jacket. How stupid did she think he was? Two days ago Natsu believed Lucy would never love him, but after the last 24 hours he was no longer sure. Everything was starting to add up and he just didn't know what to do about it.

He was pulled from his thoughts as Lucy exited the building.

"So!" he began, "where are we meeting our client?"

"Hargeon." Natsu didn't miss the small blush that rose to her cheeks. Hargeon huh? Ironic. They were going to the place they first met.

"All right!" he exclaimed, "Are we walking straight there? Or do we need to take the train?" Lucy gazed at him apologetically.

"If we had left earlier we could have gone by foot. But now, it's too late in the day . . . we are going to have to take the train." Natsu cringed as he thought of their fate, but tried to remain a good sport.

"Well, let's get going then." He led the way, and Lucy followed after him.

They didn't say anything for a few moments. Natsu knew Lucy felt bad about the train.

"It's not your fault Lucy. I took too long being a jerk- I deserve to be sick for an hour or two." He gave her a sideways grin. Lucy didn't respond, and Natsu didn't say anything else. They continued to the train in silence. That is, until Lucy suddenly exclaimed:

"NATSU!" He turned towards her, expecting something dangerous, but instead found her to be staring at him, more appropriately, at his chest. He followed her gaze down and blushed. He still wasn't wearing a shirt. "You can't go on a mission like this!"

"ummm-"

"Come on!" and with that final exclamation Lucy pulled him towards the nearest store. Natsu didn't really know what to think of their situation. Here they were, looking to buy him some clothing all because Lucy was hiding his in her closet. When he had left his jacket at her house this morning he really had never expected this result.

"Um-hey Lu-"

"No arguing Natsu! You aren't Gray. You will be fully clothed during our job!" She glared back at him, daring him to argue.

"We could go look for my ja-"

"No!" she stopped and stared into his eyes. "I'm going to buy you something new. Your jacket was getting old anyways." Natsu blinked at her comment but decided she meant no offense.

"allright,' he grumbled, giving in. "But, you don't have to pay."

"What's it matter since all the money we earn comes from the same place?" He didn't have an argument there, so he just let her tow him into the store's masculine section. She walked straight to a selection of dark jackets. She selected a dark blue jacket that was cut off at the shoulders. The hemlines were all trimmed in a golden was open all the way down, but if he had a belt around his waist it would remain closed. It was long too. It was just his style. He smiled as she held it out proudly. "What do ya think? Will this work?"

His smile grew bigger, "it's perfect Lucy!" He tried it on quickly and discovered it was a perfect fit.

Lucy took it back and walked to the counter, preparing to pay. She stopped next to a selection of belts with a gasp. Without hesitating she selected one and finished her journey to the counter. Natsu reached her side just as she finished the purchase. "Thanks!" she called to the owner before turning to Natsu and handing him his new jacket. She held the belt behind her back, waiting for him to put the jacket on.

When he was finished he held his hand out for the belt. He took a step back as Lucy put her arms around his waist. He felt her pull the belt around him, and he tried not to do anything stupid- like hug her. As she started to clasp the metal pieces together, Natsu looked down at her concentrated face. Her lips were pursed together, her tongue poked itself out of the corner. He swallowed hard and looked away. Now was not the time to be thinking about Lucy's lips. Lucy stepped away from him suddenly, and looked into his eyes happily. "Tada!" She cried.

Natsu looked down at his new belt and froze as he observed its shape. It was in the shape of the Fairy Tail emblem! He grabbed Lucy's shoulders with excitement, "Lucy! This is awesome!" He pulled her into a hug, but quickly let go when he realized what he had done. Both of them blushed slightly, but chose to ignore the fact. They left the store and continued- hurriedly- towards the train station once more.

They promptly arrived and after paying for their tickets Natsu and Lucy boarded the train. Even before it started moving Natsu felt sick. He groaned and put his head in his hands doubling over.

"You're already sick? We haven't even moved!" Lucy exclaimed.

"Just thinking about it churns my stomach." He hated his motion sicknesses. He hated it with a passion. It was his biggest physical weakness it was a curse. The train jerked to a start and he felt bile rise in his throat. Erza's voice suddenly sounded in his memories. It's all about mental control, Natsu. Get it together. She was always saying stuff like that, but it didn't matter. When he was riding something nothing else even entered his mind. If only he could find a distraction, think about something else.

Just when Natsu thought he was going to lose everything in his stomach he felt something press against his back. It traced a small circle, gently, soothingly. He weakly glanced from the corners of his eyes to see Lucy's delicate hand extended, a sympathetic smile across her face. He concentrated on her fingers, hoping they could distract him from his nausea. He tried to envision the image she was tracing in his mind. Once more he was met with the Fairy Tail emblem. She marked its image a few more times before her fingers slid up the back of his neck and into his hair. A shiver passed through Natsu's body at the sensation. A feeling fluttered inside his stomach, but this one didn't make him sick. The more her fingers slid through his hair the better he felt. The flutters in his stomach combatted the churning-neutralizing everything in their path. Lucy pulled his head gently to rest against her legs. His legs drew up off the ground, tucking beside him. As Lucy gently caressed his forehead he felt himself slip away into unconsciousness.