Ello everyone! So i got a few little updates for ya'll!

Okay first things first, my wonderful friend DatEggLove (love the name by the way xD) pointed out to me that we all are kinda like a real life fairy tail guild, you all are so sweet and lovely and im so happy to have such wonderful readers like you all.

So thankyou(:

Okay and second, when I'm not typing these AWESOME UPDATES for ya'll, I'm catching up on some reading on my phone and well, another great friend of mine monkeywahl has these awesome stories Fairy Chat and Fairy Institution(I'm sure all of your stories are great, those are the only two I've read so far)

So if you guys want some great stories, you should go show her some love(:

Alright so I'll shut up now, hope ya enjoy(;


Lucy POV

He caught me slipping.

He fucking found me while I was in the midst of letting out all of my pent up emotion. I tried to stay strong, I really did! But today I cracked.

I felt so motherly, standing there in that office with Wendy, defending her the way a parent should. And it got me to thinking, if I showed that much raw emotion and love for Wendy who i didn't even conceive or birth, how much more passionate would it have been with my own kin?

Natsu's faint voice growled out, "This ain't a good time." But I barely registered what he was saying. I was so lost in my own world.

I've never really known family. I have faint memories of my mother, of my father; but they're hardly good memories. They're usually too much for me to handle, and drugs blocked it out. But then when I came down, if I ran out, or even sometime's-on rare occasions, if I cracked in the middle of a party they all came flooding back. And it was always awful. Because when the memories of my father come back, they're always worse than before.

People say pain fades over time, that time is the best medicine for a broken heart, a broken spirit. But it seems drugs messed the clock up. And for once, I'm sober enough to think about everything.

This is probably the longest I've ever been sober since I was young. Three years, it's been three years since I was introduced to blow. Three long, rough, horrifying years. And it never seemed like I could escape it's grasp. But i guess I never really wanted to until recently.

Would I have done things differently if I knew I was pregnant with Salamanders baby? He was an evil, sadistic, unfit drug dealer who should probably be kept far away from any baby, but yes. I would have done everything differently.

I know this coulda', woulda', shoulda' shit ain't about to help me, but still... What if? The ultimate question, the start of all thoughts filled with imagination.

What if I was never born? Where would Wendy be in this life? Would my Mother and Father still be together, my mother still alive? Did the pressure of raising a child drive my father to treat my mother the way he did?

What if I never met Wendy? Would she have been adopted and been happy? Or would she have lived carefree with whatever family she was with before? Would she still be rotting away in that damned orphanage, the light in her eyes gone for good?

And what If I never met Gray? Would fate have brought me to Salamander's doorstep somehow? Would I still have met Sting? Fairy Tail, Sabertooth, would things be calmer between them? The regular gang violence carrying out but things not as tense as they are at the moment.

And that brings us back to the original question... What if I stayed by Salamander? Would we be happy? Would Wendy be happy? Would he be happy to find out I was pregnant? Or would he and the rest of Fairy Tail kick me to the curb to fend for myself, like I have my entire life;this time with a kid on the way?

A woman's voice laughed in response to Salamander's harsh tone. I could hear what they were saying, but I didn't dare look up. I didn't recognize the voice that said, "It's always a pleasure to see you too, my pink haired Fairy friend."

I didn't want Salamander, let alone a complete stranger, to see the raw emotion I was almost positive was showing in my eyes. My father was never a great man(at least from what I remember), but one of the only things I remember him etching into my head is to never show anyone your weakness. You hide your pain, you don't cry. And I lived by that for a long time. But then I met Salamander.

How many times have I cried in front of him? Too many to count, and that was certainly unsettling.

I have a slight sliver of a memory of my father sitting me down on his lap, the strong smell of alcohol burning my small nostrils as he explained this to me. He told me that I should never trust another human being with my emotions. Because people liked to pretend that they were civilized, but really we were all just a bunch of primal beasts fending for ourselves.

He told me that people acted like lions, or maybe wolves; that we would stick around people while everything was fine and dandy, acting sneaky and conniving. Then when the moment came that we saw a slight waver in their confidence, we struck. We took them for everything they have and then more, because we're all greedy and sometimes it's nice to see others hurt.

I never really felt that way, but it still passes through my head occasionally. It's still a habit of mine to hide all of my emotion from everyone. Wendy was always too young to let in, though she was the closest I ever let anyone get to me.

"Oooh, there's a blondie here! Is she our new neighbor?" I heard the woman ask Salamander. "Can I come in?"

Salamander tried to speak, "No, you need to lea-"

"Is she your new toy? I want to play too! She looks like she'd be fun!"

I heard Salamander cluck his tongue in annoyance and then the woman laughed. It sent a small stab of jealousy through my chest. It seems like they were familiar. I wonder who this woman is? I could take a peek, see if I recognize her, but I didn't dare do it. I'll just pretend I don't hear them, maybe return to my thoughts.

I tried to get the gears in my head to go again, tried to escape into my own mind but I just couldn't when all I could hear was the woman whining and Salamander scolding her and trying to close the door.

"Just fuckin' let her in!" I screamed after a few more minutes. I wanted to be alone, let out some much needed crying, maybe a little bit of pent up anger at myself. Who knows, but I wanted to be alone.Now I have two guests.

Salamander started, shock evident in his voice, "But-"

"No but's. This is my apartment," I cut him off before he even had a chance to argue. The sooner we let this woman into my house, the sooner she could leave and the sooner he would leave.

The woman let out a mock laugh and I could hear the clicking of her shoes as she walked into my apartment. Then the door slammed, showing me and the woman how pissed off Salamander was. But he's going to have to get over himself.

Almost instantly, the woman walked behind my chair and I already felt her touching me, causing me to flinch. Her fingers ran though the ends of my hair, almost like she was petting me. But I could feel her hands working through the knots that bunched my hair together.

Why is she touching me? Who the hell does this woman think she is?

"Such beautiful blond hair," The woman sighed, almost as if she were speaking to herself.

I looked up in time to watch Salamander plop back down in the seat he was in previously, while I rambled on about my emotions. The reminder of how pathetic I acted earlier sent another wave of emotions through me. I was sad that everything had to boil down to this. And I was angry at myself for letting him have a small peek at my feelings.

Salamander's eyes met mine for a moment and he gave me a look of curiosity, though his arms were crossed over his chest and he held the 'don't fuck with me' pose. It was such an odd look that crossed his features that it took me by surprise and I let out a small gasp.

"Did I hurt you blondie?" The woman behind me questioned, though her hands didn't stop their invasion on my hair.

I ignored her and asked my own question, "Why are you touching me?"

Salamander made a choking sound, almost like a laugh but not quite. He was beaming at me; a bright, toothy smile plastered on his face as he looked between me and the woman behind me. He's obviously amused.

The woman continued playing with my hair and spoke softly, "Because I know this is what you want. You need comfort right now, don't you blondie?"

I tilted my head to the side, completely at loss from her weird words. She thinks she knows what I want? Who the fuck is she?

Her hand moved closer to my scalp and she started working on the knots there. I started to feel a little relaxed, it was really strange but I didn't want to fight it. This is the first time I felt calm in a long time. It seemed like there was always something on my mind that was dragging me down. Life was sucking all of the energy from me and it felt almost like this odd woman's touch was replacing said energy.

She continued, "Someone hurt you, blondie. Who was it? Was it this fucker?"

"Hey!" Salamander screamed.

I laughed at his defensive tone, I don't know why I found it funny. It just was. And the woman behind me seems like she thought it was funny too.

She was snickering to herself, and she snorted once before she said, "I know it wasn't you, Fairy boy. Don't get your panties in a bunch." Her voice got really serious, "Her feelings toward you is very trusting, but I sense something else there. Affection? Lust?"

I let her move my head around as she spoke. The knots were all gone in my hair, and now she was slightly scratching my scalp as she massaged my head. I felt so tranquil. I never wanted her to stop.

The woman chuckled to herself and leaned close to me. Her breath was hot against my skin when she asked, "Is it maybe... love?"

Salamander must have heard her because once again he made a choking noise. Why was he so shocked about her question though? Maybe she was right.

I nodded my head slightly and smiled brightly, my eye lids feeling heavy as they slowly shut.

But then her hands suddenly left my head and I snapped out of whatever trance I was in. I blinked a few times, confused by what just happened.

I looked to Salamander for any indication as to what happened and I shivered from the look he was giving me. I couldn't place that look but it sent my body over the edge. I felt a surge of longing stir around low in my belly.

Then the woman walked in front of me, completely cutting off mine and Salamanders eye contact.

I finally had a chance to take her all in. She was a pale woman, about as tall as me, her hair was bright red (redder than Erza's which I thought was kinda bizarre) and it reached down to about her waste. But her eyes, her bright red eyes demanded my attention. We watched each other for a moment, but she seemed to never blink. Her eyes were forcibly wide, and it kind of scared me. And as we watched one another, her head slowly-ever so slowly-tilted to the side.

"Flare, I think you overstayed your welcome," Salamander cut in.

This deranged looking woman still faced me as she moved her head to look behind her at Salamander and she gave him a wicked smile. While she looked at him, I noticed a tattoo that decorated her chest. It was mostly hidden under her dress (what little of it that covered her massive tits) and it looked familiar. I could see something similar to the tail on the Fairy Tail symbol, but it looked different.

"Blondie," Flare addressed me as her eyes still looked behind her, "I'm next door when you need me. And be careful around him." Her eyes quickly snapped back toward me and she whispered, "Don't end up like his ex."

I watched in awe as she swiftly made her way toward the door. She didn't even look back or acknowledge us.


Salamander POV

Lucy looked shaken up by that last comment Flare made. I couldn't quite catch it but whatever it was, it was strong enough to take Lucy's nostalgic mood and destroy it in one foul swoop.

"I see she's as weird as ever...," I breathed out in relief. She always drained the energy right out of me.

I could go for a drink after today. The ups and downs, the yelling and crying, and then that deranged woman. Things were weird between Lucy and I before she showed up but I feel like she made everything worse.

"Want a drink?" I asked Lucy, who still watched the front door, almost stuck in a daze. I wonder what happened with Lucy in that split second, it almost seemed like she nodded when Flare said something about love.

What the fuck was she even talking about? And why was Lucy acting so... weird?

I stood up and brought my now empty glass to the kitchen. As I rinsed it out and placed it into the sink I called out, "Hello! Earth to Lucy! Do you want to go get a drink with me? We can go to a place right around the corner."

I jumped when I heard her answer from right behind me. Her voice was soft as silk, "Sounds good, Natsu."


Alright, sadly that is all I could come up with tonight. It's 2am and I'm tired and this one took alot out of me.

Now before any of ya have any questions about Flare, I just wanna say that I feel like a very spiritual person, and I believe in energy vampires and sending your energy into another person. Once again, you don't have to believe what I believe but it's something I decided to throw in here.

Ya know, cuz Flares looked at as crazy. And most people look at me and my hippy family and think we're totally bonkers just like her (/^.^)/ not to mention since none of them have any magic, she needed to have something that parted her from the others.

Just think of her as like the... insightful old lady, except she's not old xD

Okei well thankya'll for reading and please, leave me those lovely reviews that I need to keep going! I get so unmotivated sometimes, and I hate to admit it but a pat on the back and a "good job" does wonders to keep me going

Stay lovely my fairy nakama and I hope to hear from ya(;

xoxo

-Bean