Recommending Celestial Being on Fanfiction by Lucy Heart of Fairy Tail. Another one uncompleted, but I still love this one to bits! Also, part of the inspiration for Elle's kidnapping routine came from this.

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And thank you, EdenAngel7 for pointing out that cheating douchebags get disqualified, and to Valerie6636 for pointing out Ultear.

Chapter Fifty Eight - Jet

So, we won the games. Technically.

Because of the points that were scored in the first round, Fairy Tail ended up winning.

The money we got from it, though, went right back into creating a new stadium, complete with new runes built into it to stop it from becoming a complete and utter disaster a second time. Next year, the stadium would be good, and Gildarts would actually be allowed to compete.

Not that he was going to.

Ultear actually offered to rebuild the stadium with her Arc of Time (even though it would take a month or more, with her current power range), but they turned it down, saying that they'd rather have a stronger stadium impervious to the elements and 'Fairy Tail's destructive tendencies' anyway.

Makarov wasn't too happy about that. Though, I don't know if it's because we didn't get the prize money or because they cited us as a main reason to build a stronger stadium - even if it was true.

Phantom Lord was also disqualified for three years, which was cause for celebration alone. I'm also pretty sure that Aria was blacklisted from most jobs - basically, if he ended up accepting a job and they didn't want him, he wouldn't be able to do it.

He did seriously harm a child on public television - the Grand Magic Games was the first thing live thing they aired.

So (after apologizing profusely to Toma and Ame - who weren't that upset, seeing as they had tried to make the stadium pretty strong (Gildarts was just stronger)) we returned to the guild hall.

Levy's eighth birthday was once again pretty simple, and we spent time rummaging through the library, learning things. Laxus, oddly enough, spent most of his time in the non-magical section of the library, studying the human body. When I asked him what for, he just shrugged and said, "I'm interested."

I let it be after that, but it did seem kinda suspicious...

And for Cana's ninth birthday, Gildarts finally agreed to have Urano Metria cast on him if Lucy didn't use Gemini or any Star Dress.

And he actually held up pretty well against Urano Metria. He fell to his knees, and was having trouble standing and was definitely bruised up, though Lucy looked a bit disappointed it didn't do anything more.

But it was the last week of July when one of my cards' distress signal went off.

I accidentally popped into a burning house, and quickly popped outside, where I spotted Jet trying to hide under a bush.

"Hey, kiddo, want to tell me what happened?" I asked. He looked around seven or eight.

His eyes widened as he looked at me. "You're the girl on the LS!"

I frowned. "LS?"

"Yeah, Lacrima-Screen! You were in the GMG earlier this month, right? You saved that one girl! Does that mean you'll help?"

Alright, note to self, find a way to make them call it TV.

I did technically come up with the damn thing.

"That's why I'm here," I said. "But you need to tell me what happened."

He took a deep breath and nodded. "Today was my friend's birthday party, but I was sick and had to stay home with my parents and uncle and aunt. My cousin got to go to the party, and can we pick him up, too? He won't have anywhere to stay because…"

At this, he trailed off and started to panic.

Fuck, I think it's finally setting in.

"Hey, BREATHE," I yelled, shaking him. "Come on kid, you need to breathe! Take a deep breath. Like me."

I stopped yelling and took a deep breath before releasing it, and I noticed Jet calming down.

"You need to do it with me, alright?" I asked. "In, and out."

I breathed in and he mimicked me, finally completely calm.

The breathing helped calm me down too, because I'm not exactly an expert on how to help panicking kids.

…

I feel like there's a 'yet' in there.

I don't want it in there.

Someone get it out.

"Now," I said. "I know this is going to be hard for you, but you need to tell me what happened."

He nodded. "I was playing a game with my Ma and Da, and we decided to invite my Aunt and Uncle over. Halfway through the game, these people started trying to kick down the doors. Ma hid me, in a secret closet, and went back to help them fight. I couldn't really see what happened, but when the people left…" He started to tense up again.

"Breathe!" I reminded him.

He stopped talking and took a deep breath with me.

"There you go," I said. "Continue."

"My family…" Jet said quietly. "They're all…"

Instead of having a panic attack like he seemed to earlier, now a weight of realization fell on him and he dully repeated, blinking back tears, "…they're all dead."

"Not all of them," I pointed out. "You said you had a cousin, right?"

Jet nodded. "Yeah, his name is Droy. I wonder what we're going to do now…"

I absentmindedly shook my head. Just how many people in the guild were connected beforehand?

"You're going to come with me," I said. "And join our guild."

"What?" he asked. "But…but I don't know magic!"

I smiled at him. "You're going to learn. Droy, too."

I turned back to the house, and closed my eyes. "Wave of Neptune!"

A splash of water doused most of the fire on the house, though for all I know, there could still be smaller fires inside.

"Come on," I said. "We'll take anything salvageable from the house."

"What does that mean?" Jet asked as he walked next to me, into the house. I took off my bracelets and requipped them away.

"Salvageable means…savable. If we can save it…even if we need to repair it…that would count as salvageable."

Jet froze as he saw the bodies.

Shit, you idiot!

"Jet, go upstairs, and go over what you can save. Grab any money, too."

"But what about…?"

"I'll take care of them," I said softly. "I'll make sure they get a proper burial, and such."

Jet made his way upstairs and I sighed.

I had no idea what I was doing.

I hadn't even seen a dead body before.

Not even my own.

...

Putting the thought out of my mind:

…the props on this movie set are really realistic…

I grabbed some ragged blankets and continued over to the bodies. The blankets weren't salvageable for Jet, but they would work for what I had in mind.

I slid light from Venus underneath the bodies and solidified it, before lifting all of them up in the air and putting them together like one giant moving block of wood (with four bodies on it). Then I took the blankets and covered the bodies, and I peeked my head out the door and looked at a few of the buildings, finally spotting the sign for a hospital a few streets away.

Hospitals have a morgue, right?

"Jet, I'll just be a minute or two, but I'll be right back!" I shouted.

There was silence, and then… "You promise you'll come back?"

"Yeah, I promise," I said.

"Okay then," he said.

I took the board with all of the bodies and teleported right outside the hospital, where I opened the door and made my way inside.

"Hello, I have some bodies…" I said slowly, before facepalming at the way everyone stared at me.

"Let me explain," I said. "I was in the neighborhood and spotted a house on fire, and a kid outside. Using my magic, I put out the fire and gathered the bodies so I could bring them here and have a proper burial. Jet needs to be able to walk through his house without seeing his family's bodies."

"You disturbed the crime scene!" a man shouted.

I paused. "Oh…I did. No worries, though, I can use magic to track these guys down...eventually."

"I should put you in jail," the man grumbled, I noticed the symbol of the Rune Knights on his shoulder, though he wasn't in the full standard uniform.

"Don't worry, I'll find these guys, alright?"

"What's your name?" he said.

"Eleanor Rigby, the Fairy Tail guild," I said, pulling off my jacket and showing him my mark.

The man sighed, grumbled something I couldn't hear, and threw his hands up into the air. "Fine. But you better bring me those bandits, missy. And find proof they did the crime."

"Would a confession from them count?" I asked.

"Of course it would," he said.

"We'll be fine," I said, waving an arm.

I'm sure if I hit them enough times they'll confess.

"Thank you very much, but I need to go now, I told Jet I wouldn't leave him alone for long. Goodbye."

I popped back into Jet's house, and he hurriedly stood up from a couch that he probably shouldn't have been sitting on in the first place. "Ellen-nee!"

I froze, blinking at him. "Ellen?"

He nodded eagerly. "I just realized that my Ma has the same name, so I'll call you Ellen-nee."

"Of…course you will," I managed with a straight face.

Ellen might be even worse than Nora, and Lena. Combined.

"Did you gather your things?" I asked, with the least amount of strained voice as possible.

Jet nodded and he lead me upstairs, where I requipped most of his bedroom, as it hadn't really been effected by the flames, yet.

"There's a little smoke damage for a few of these things," I said, as I requipped them away. "But we should be able to fix that."

He nodded and showed me the safe, which he luckily knew the code to. I put most of the money physically on Jet, because it would reassure him, whether he knew it or not.

He had just lost almost all of his family, and was putting all of his trust in me. Even if I ran off with all of his stuff, he would at least have some Jewel on him, which would help him survive.

So even if he didn't understand the significance of it, I did.

When the house was just about done and emptied, I locked it up, and cut the power, taking Jet outside.

After I got Jet and Droy situated in Fairy Valleys, I would come back here and clean out all of the damaged stuff, as well as put up FOR SALE signs.

"Do you know where the party is?" I asked him.

He nodded.

"Good," I muttered. I looked around at the rest of the neighborhood. Jet's house wasn't the only one hit. I had paid more attention to the bodies than my surroundings earlier, but now that I took it in, this half of the neighborhood was absolutely destroyed.

"Where is everyone?" he asked.

"I don't know," I replied, looking around warily. I bit my lip. Simply using Wave of Neptune over and over again would tire me out, with the amount of houses - though it was only a few of them that were on fire.

I sighed, and concentrated on Mars, pulling the fires out of the houses and bringing them to one closer. The damage on that house would be worse, but it would let me put them out quicker. Once the fire was only on that house, I let go of Mars and summoned a humongous wave. Within seconds, the fire was out, and I was panting a bit.

"Wow," Jet muttered. He tugged on my sleeve. "Ellen-nee?"

"Yeah?" I asked.

He looked over and pointed at a different house. "Can we see if my friend is okay?"

I bit my lip. If there were more bodies inside, I didn't want Jet to see them, but I didn't want to leave him out here alone.

"If you promise to keep your eyes covered, we can check," I said.

He nodded and held his hands over his eyes, though he was peeking through them.

"No peeking," I said, and I gently took his shoulder and lead him to the house.

The door creaked open upon touching it, and I peered in to immediately see bodies of adults, though there was certainly sign of a struggle involved - whether it was Jet's friend or the dead adults, was another question.

"You said your friend lived here?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"How old is he?" I asked.

"My age."

I slowly lead him away from the house. "I'll see if I can help find him, but he's not here right now, Jet. But I'm going to stay in contact with some of the town officials, and I'll have them contact me if they find him, alright?"

Jet nodded sadly.

We continued walking, several blocks over, and Jet squeezed my hand a little tighter.

"How old are you?" I asked Jet.

"I'm nine," he said. "I turned nine in June."

"And Droy?" I asked.

"He'll turn nine in September…" Jet said quietly.

They were both the same age as Cana and Gray, then.

Jet seemed more nervous, and his squeezing got almost painful.

I stopped walking and turned to him.

"Jet," I said softly. "I can break the news to Droy, if you want me to."

Jet looked down, shame on his face.

"You don't need to be ashamed," I said, lifting his chin and rubbing his hair. "It's okay if you don't want to be the bearer of bad news."

He nodded, and started to cry.

I hugged the little boy as he started sobbing into my chest. "Shhh, it's okay," I told him quietly.

"No it's not…" he sobbed. "They're gone."

"'Okay' doesn't always mean what we think it means," I said quietly. "It's not a good situation to be in, Jet, but you're okay. Droy is here for you, I'm here for you, and the rest of my guild will help you too. You'll be able to move on from this, eventually. This is survivable."

He let out another sob, but it also seemed like his breathing got more even.

"I don't know your parents," I continued. "Or your aunt or uncle. But I want you to think about what they would say. Because I doubt they'd want you to stay still like this."

Jet nodded again, and his sobbing died down.

"What would they say?" I asked him.

"My Da would tell me to stop being a pussy and to go get Droy."

I sweatdropped. With language like that, Jet would fit right in.

"My Ma would slap my dad, and smile at me, and tell me to go start our new adventure."

He looked up at me. "But…I'm a bit scared to start a new adventure…"

"That's perfectly normal," I said. "Bravery isn't the same as being fearless. It's being scared and doing it anyway. But you're not going to be alone, whether you take this adventure or not."

Slowly, he nodded, grabbed my hand, and started pulling me to the place Droy was at.

"Well, Ellen-nee..." he said determinedly. "Let's go. We've got an adventure to start."

Yo...Jet and Droy are joining the party! Whooo!

The only reason I am okay with using the 'pussy' is because it is short for 'pussillanimous' which literally means being timid or acting cowardly.

I am not okay with other type of 'language' from that sort of scenario (sexual), and if those words are ever used in this story, it will only be by douchebags who will soon get pummeled.