I'm going to take a small break from posting after this one. I have then next few chapters done I just have to edit them, and I want to write a couple more chapters before I post more just in case there is anything I want to change.

Huge thank you for everyone who has reviewed or followed so far. And a super GIANT Shout out to Moonbeammadness, with out her support this story probably would have never left my save folder.

-P.P.V

Chapter 5

Ivy had decided to take the early train to Magnolia. At six it was nearly empty leaving her a compartment all to herself. She had spent a portion of the ride drawing in the condensation on the window, but now she had run out of space and was beginning to grow bored.

"Now I remember why I don't like trains. Well I guess this is as good a time as any." Ivy clicked the pause button on her sound pods before she grabbed her hammer holding it in front of her.

"I still don't know if you have some sort of sentient thought, but you seem to… pull me in certain directions. I feel like Magnolia is where I need to be and not just to see a festival… Speaking of that I would really appreciate it if you could not draw any thunder storms to us, at least until this festival is over. I don't want it canceled because of me." The hammer lay across her hands unmoving. It was true that ever since the hammer had come to her it had been guiding her. She had learned to listen and understand the pulls and twists that would attack her stomach, but there had never been anything else that could count as it being more than a strange magic hammer.

"It's probably my own gut instinct, and I'm just crazy. I mean I am talking to a hammer right now." A painful twist in her gut stopped her mid thought. "Okay, fine you are a special hammer, and that was unnecessary."

"We will be arriving at Magnolia Station in five minutes. Please collect all belongings and trash, and leave the train in an orderly fashion." The woman's voice that crackled over the speaker had caused Ivy to jump and almost drop the hammer; something no one wanted to happen.

After reattaching the tool to her thigh she grabbed her pack and left the compartment to wait by the door. She couldn't explain the excitement that coursed through her, only that she felt that Magnolia was going to be something different.


Laxus liked to start his mornings with a run. It made him feel better on the days his grandfather piled paperwork on his desk, leaving him trapped in his office for hours. He had realized years ago that his attempt to take over the guild by force had been stupid, but if he had known then the amount of paper work involved he wouldn't have even tried.

He knew Bickslow wouldn't be joining him. With how much the crazy man had drunk last night, Bicks wouldn't be getting up before noon.

At six thirty on a Saturday morning the streets were completely deserted; just how Laxus liked them. He worked his way around town not really paying attention to where he was running, he knew Magnolia like he knew each song on his spiked sound pods.

He slowly came to realize he was winding his way in the direction of the train station. Which was fine with him, he knew a diner that opened early on the weekends in this area of town.

While he was focusing on all the greasy food he could get, Laxus didn't see the woman step around the corner he was just about to turn on. His momentum sent them both rolling across the ground wrapped together. Laxus ended up on top, hearing a hard thud as they landed.

Ivy was not expecting to meet anyone on the street so early in the morning; which she felt gave her the go ahead to crank up her sound pods and rock out as she strolled down the empty street of the beautiful city. As she was focused on her music she didn't see the movement in her peripheral as she stepped past a corner, or the sound of jogging feet.

The next instant she was briefly airborne only to hit the ground rolling in a tangle of limbs. Her head smacked against the pavement as she come to a stop being slightly crushed by a larger body. Her vision spun as the man rolled off of her allowing air to enter back into her lungs. As she tried to focus on the apology she thought she heard her eyes came back into focus. Of course in a typical brain damaged fashion she thought that she was dreaming, because there was no possible way that any man could be that good looking.

He was taller than her, she could tell that from where she lay. His black sleeveless muscle shirt clung to him like a second skin, and she had never seen someone pull off running shorts that well. With blond hair, hard face, and square jaw she couldn't stop herself from just staring, even the scar that cut over his right eye and down his cheek was sexy.

Of course at this point the pain in her head pulsed to life. However much she wanted to sound eloquent, intelligent, or witty in that moment. Her first words to the man so far out of her league were lacking in all three.

"Fucking ow" groaned out of her mouth as she rolled to her left side, touching the back of her head and coming in contact with wetness. Please don't let that be blood. I'd rather have landed in dog piss than have a head injury.

Laxus scrambled off whoever he had landed on with a scathing remark about watching where they were going, but the words caught in his throat. He had just collided into and crushed a woman who, by the way her eyes were trying to focus, he had also injured. Gramps wasn't going to let him live this down.

"Hey look at me are you alright?" Laxus leaned back towards the woman as her eyes seemed to lock on to his face. She focused on him with such intensity he thought she was about to hit him, but then she scrunched her face into a scowl that had Laxus almost smiling at how ridiculously adorable it was.

Her next words had him suppressing a snort of laughter, only to have it stop as soon as she rolled to the side revealing the blood that had started to coat her thick braids. Her head just had to hit the corner of the one stone that jutted out above the rest.

"Shit" For a moment he didn't know what to do, not sure whether the hospital or Porlyusica was the best place to take her. He focused and was able to sense her magic and that settled it. Some drugs affected mages differently which is why it was always best for them to go to a healer.

He quickly looked around grabbing what he could only assume was her pack and a pair of now cracked black sound pods. As he went back to the woman curled on her side his eyes fell to her right hip, which carried what looked a little like a rock hammer. No fucking way. Well no time to worry about it now.

"Hey I'm going to take you some where to get your head looked at." Laxus bent down and picked the woman up princess style. He couldn't help but notice how good she felt in his arms, and then the smell of blood quickly sent those thoughts away.

At the last second he decided to take her to Wendy instead of the old hag. He didn't feel like getting yelled at and Wendy was usually up this early anyway. "This is going to feel weird but just relax and don't fight it." A grunt was the only reply he received as she turned her head burying her face in to his chest to block out the light.

He let lightning cover their bodies and with a bang went flying over the city to fairy hills.

Erza was not happy with him knocking on the door so early in the morning, but upon seeing the women in his arms she ran to get Wendy. The smallest dragon slayer came running out the door not two minutes later.

"What happened?" Wendy had immediately begun to flow her magic over the woman's body looking for any other injuries besides her head.

"Ran into her this morning on my jog, she bounced her head on the pavement pretty hard when we went down." Wendy's arched brow had Laxus looking away in attempt to hide the pink that he could feel warming his face.

"Well the head is the worst of it. She has some other minor bruising, but those can heal naturally." Wendy gently rested one palm on the back of the woman's head as her other hand slid over the eyes still scrunched in pain. "I'm going to heal you but you need to relax." Wendy's hand over the woman's eyes began to glow. "Now sleep"

Laxus felt the women's body go limp against him as Wendy's other hand began to glow. Before long Wendy pulled her hand back with a sigh.

"Why did you knock her out? And when did you learn how to do that?"

"I actually research healing magic quite a bit, and I learned that a mages natural physical reaction is to fight any intrusive magic even if it's to help them. The sleep spell allows the magic to work more organically with the body instead of forcing the healing, which lets me heal more with less magic." Wendy seemed to swell with pride with her explanation, and Laxus knew she disserved it. Wendy had come along way.

"Thanks kid, I owe you one. Any idea how long she's going to be out?"

"It depends on how much her body and mind need the sleep. Her head is completely healed but some people's bodies latch onto that spell as a means to give them the rest they need but have been denied." At his arched brow she continued. "It never lasts more than a day."

"You should take her to the infirmary in the guild." Erza said as she joined them now fully dressed and showered.

Laxus agreed and started to walk in that direction. Looking down and once again noticing the hammer and wondering what he was going to do about it.