Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or it's characters, that right belongs to Hiro Mashima. Nor do I own Black Butler or it's characters, that right belongs to Yana Toboso.

She didn't want to think about how she ended up in her current situation. Nope, not at all. It was just going to piss her the hell off, again. And a lady never shows her temper in mixed company, which was what she had at the moment. The young boy before Lucy was a noble, that was very obvious to her, even if he only had one eye. It was the young man's butler that had her very concerned. The feel of him was so wrong.

Yet, here she sat having Tea with the young Lord Ciel Phantomhive as per the request of her host. She would have to ask just what the woman was thinking requesting this of her. It was clear as day and night, for that matter, that the young Lord had no interest in her at all. His brief cursory glance had easily dismissed her. Which had irritated her, but the red gaze of his butler was putting her on edge.

Making Lucy want to reach to the small pocket she had sewn at first change into the skirt of her dress where her keys and whip lay. Every instinct she had honed being a mage, on Team Natsu no less told her that the man was dangerous. So, keeping her smile plastered on her face, pretending to take an interest in what her host was talking about, Lucy quickly assessed the best escape routes in case something happened.

Her arrival in this world had been about two months ago. And several times she had felt things that were abnormal brush against her senses. Her magic was massively dulled in this world, which was a step up from Edolas. Where all magic was gone because of Mystogan, Edolas' version of Jellal Fernandes. Here she had yet to see anyone who looked like her friends. In fact, everything here was muted, dull to her senses.

"Lucy, dear."

At the sound of her name, she let a faint blush creep to her cheeks as she looked at the woman. Who had concerned gray eyes as she looked at her?

"I am sorry, Madam Loren," she said, dropping her gaze to her lap in a humble manner.

"It is alright. I know that the transition is hard for you. With your memory not returning yet," Loren said, her voice dripping sympathy.

This had a soft, deep chuckle coming from Lord Phantomhive's butler and making her skin crawl, as a delicious shiver ran down, then back up her spine. As she quickly shoved that thought into a small box in the back of her mind and stored it away. Her eyes were lifting just a bit as the sound of someone walking into the room. It was the red-haired man that Lucy didn't think was what he appeared to be. He caused her instincts to run amok, just like that butler. That and he was overly friendly with her at times, which was unbecoming of a manservant.

"Oh, Grell, perfect timing with the deserts," Loren said, clasping her hands in delight.

Lucy took a deep breath in through her nose to keep from rolling her eyes at Madam Loren. It would not do. All the training in etiquette she had gotten as a child helping her now. Something she was glad for. But she knew that she had to find a way to get home. A thing that was seeming more and more impossible with each passing day.

"Of course, Madam," Grell drawled.

Lucy didn't miss the lingering look of longing that Grell had directed to Sebastian, who looked for all appearances, calm and collected. But she saw the small flicker of disgust from the way his lips pressed into a thinner line, and his eyes narrowed just a centimeter or two. Very telling. As she lifted her head and met those unnatural red eyes, as Grell handed her a plate with a strawberry rhubarb pie on it.

"Thank you, Grell," she said politely.

The way he looked at her, his eyes widening as he smiled and did his best to not rush through giving Ciel his piece of the pie. Just to be gone from the room. Oh, yes, he left her skin tingling and couldn't stand to be near her. Tilting her head just a bit to the right, Lucy let her eyes flick to Sebastian, her smile getting a bit wider as she saw not only him, but his master as well looking at her in shock.

"Is something amiss?" she asked, batting her eyes like she was a vapid, shallow female.

The way both of them shut down quickly before they shook their heads no in response to her question. All while Madam Loren went on about how Grell must have a crush on Lucy because of how beautiful she was. Making Lucy want to gag and pull a nasty face. Proprietary dictated otherwise.

Tea had finished, and arrangements had been made only to have an unannounced visitor. Lucy didn't even have to look to know who it was. She felt that person from a mile away. It called to her magic. So, when a somewhat disgruntled Grell came in and announced Ash Landers, an aide of Queen Victoria, Lucy stood up and curtsied like she was supposed to. The man's unnatural amethyst eyes shone brightly as he looked at her. Though she didn't miss the way, he shot a dark glare to the two men behind her.

"Oh, Ash, what do we owe the honor of you visiting again?" Loren asked, her voice a bit breathy, just like always when she spoke to the man.

"Ah, I was hoping to talk with Miss Heartfilia today, again," he said, his voice soft, smooth.

"Oh?" Loren said, a definite pout in that single word. "I cannot give you an answer for her. Lucy dear, do you wish to accept him as a visitor today?"

Lucy had shifted her body just slightly so she could watch the others in the room. Her hands-on her skirt, ready for something to happen. Because the level of tension in the room had spiked dangerously, and it was not just the young Lord and his butler, no, it was also rolling off Grell, who was glaring through narrowed eyes.

"I would not mind, but as we are already entertaining guests… may I make a suggestion that could be beneficial to all of us, Madam Loren?" she asked, making her voice as neutral as possible.

This had the effect that she wanted as Loren hummed that she was more than willing to hear what she was going to suggest. And from the way all four men were looking at her, Lucy felt that instinct of fight or flight kicks in. Knowing that if a fight broke out, that she would be taken down. But not without a fucking fight. Something that she would more than love at that moment.

"That we adjourn to your lovely gardens for a walk and talk," she said, letting a playful and cold smile curled her lips as she looked each man pointedly in the eye.

When Loren agreed with her, she knew that the men could not say a damn thing without being offensive. Oh, this English Tea just got so much better for Lucy. And she'd see just what was going on by putting all these posturing men in a small group, forcing them to be as polite as possible, which means that they'd slip up somewhere and she could potentially learn something. Cause she knew that they were not normal… no way in hell, or the celestial heavens, not with how her skin was crawling.

THE END!