Breaking from her reverie and the ghosts of that night, Lucy turns her head from the nightstand holding her award and the bottle of champagne they demolished the previous night to look at the drooling visage of a content dragon slayer. In her efforts to turn her head, a bolt of white hot pain lanced through her shoulder again. "Sonofabitch!" She mumbled. "Did I survive a bear attack?" If she could have moved her hand closest to her snoring companion, she would have traced the jagged scar marring that handsome face. Pondering that thought she realizes the scar is what actually makes him perfect. "Why is it always him? Why does someone so perfect and powerful want me? I know we've had similar childhood trials and tribulations, as well as not wanting a relationship to get in the way of our goals. Why couldn't we just stay away from each other? Why does my heart hurt when we are apart?" Lucy was making herself dizzy questioning where she was now, emotionally and physically. At that moment she noticed a little bit of dried blood on Laxus' lips. "What the hell happened last night Sparky?"