Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or it's characters, that right belongs to Hiro Mashima.

A/N: This is a gift fic for the amazing and totally talented Wild Rhov.

Atom - An extremely small amount of a thing or quality. (The basic unit of a chemical element.

Life was peaceful, happy, even perfect in her small world. Not much happened to disturb the daily routine of everyday living. she had her mama, a person who provided for her. Gave her love. Encouraged her to do whatever she wished, though there would be consequences. But still loved her no matter what.

Next came her friends. There were very few that she had. And those she did she clung to. Got fiercely protective over. Just as they were of her. And though they were brothers, very similar in several ways, she knew just how different they could be. Of course, she had learned they were something called half-brothers. Their older sister was one intriguing person, looking like their mother.

Last were her mama's people or extended family. They never got to be around much because of things. Things she didn't really understand. but for Christmas and the New Years, sometimes the summer festival, she got to spend a lot of quality time with them. They had strange customs and clothes. But no matter what, her mama was always treated with respect and kindness. And she knew they loved her as well.

Her world was small, safe, content. Even if she wondered about her papa. A subject she tried to never talk about. It made her mama very upset and sad for days later. IF there was one unpleasant thing in her world it was not having a papa. Making her different from the other kids. Giving them a reason to be mean to her. Which she bore in silence to not upset her mother and friends.

Part of the reason she kept to herself. Always thinking things over. She didn't try to be mean. Always was nice, helping others if asked. A smile ever presents on her face, until she was alone. The idea of perfection was stupid to her six-year-old mind. Even if she was constantly told she was the perfect child by the adults that came in and out of her little world.

"Lucy?!"

Blinking owlishly at the sound of her name, she lifted her head up. Flinching back at the bright glare from the sun to see one of her friends. Smiling at them, she stood up from the doorstep.

"You were zoned out again."

Puffing up her cheeks she gave a soft sniff. Trying to look irritated. But as her friend smiled his quiet smile and laughter came from behind him. She knew she had failed and just smiled at them both instead, after peeking around him to see his brother.

"Mom's working on a new Ice Sculpture. So Dad is taking the shaved ice and turning it into sno cones."

Feeling her eyes get wide, she stood up straighter, using her hands to indicate that they wait as she spun to go into the house. Squeaking in surprise as she went still seeing her mother leaning against the opened front door. Brown eyes dancing with warmth and amusement.

"Silver called ahead. Go ahead and go, Lucy. Behave yourself and be home for dinner," Her mother said.

Smiling widely she turned and looked at her friends. Seeing the matching twinkle of mischief in their eyes. Lucy sighed and shook her head, jumping from the doorstep and grabbing their hands. Giving them a gentle tug.

"Come one Gray, Lyon. I wanna get there before Ultear eats all the shaved ice,' She said, getting two loud laughs from her friends. Further proving all was right in her little world, that at least her world was perfect.

TBC