A/N: Here you go, my lil Dreamogan shippers. The story of how Dreamer and Mystogan met and she charmed him out of sleeping pills. ;) Also, I liked the request for an Edolas Dreamer and Mystogan extra content scene. I think I'll add that to my list.

Howlingwolvesonfire, you asked about what happened to Giseld and Sânge after the final arc. Giseld: I'll address in the sequel, and Sânge: I'll have some fun with in one of these extra content scenes.

I was also PM'd asking when the sequel can be expected to drop. I intend to start posting sequel chapters by December. I know some of you are very eager, but I like to have a lot of cushion before posting chapters so that I can stay regular with my postings and not flake out on you. :) Hopefully, these extra scenes will keep you entertained in the meantime.

Is This Love?

It was a soft chiming that filled the air. The hollow jangling sound of wood against wood, of bells, of rattling metal. The soft thud of the man's careful footsteps as he kept to the shadows of the buildings in Magnolia. He was dressed in heavy layers of dark clothing, hair shrouded by dark headband, face covered by a green scarf. Only one amber eye could be seen, the rest of his body masked by the dark clothing and bandages. He carried a collection of staves upon his back, and one in his hand as he walked.

This man was Mystogan, and he was returning home to Fairy Tail.

It was midday, so Mystogan was sure to watch his steps carefully. He intended to be quick. Walk into the guild hall, activate a sleeping spell, grab a job request on the second floor, and leave. As always, his privacy was of the utmost importance.

He took a deep breath, steeling himself before he would enter those doors.

In and out, Mystogan. Same as always. He coached himself and strode through the door, staff raised to unleash the spell. He had barely begun to mutter the incantation, however, when a voice called to him.

"Look who's back," the gruff voice said, in an almost condescending manner. He hardly needed to glance to his left to know it was Laxus Dreyar. "Before you do it, hear me out for a minute." He spoke quickly, his eyes darting at the staff that Mystogan held.

Mystogan lowered the staff, breaking off the sleeping spell. He stuck to the shadows just beyond the guild hall door, aware of the few eyes that had noted his entrance already.

"There's someone who wants to talk to you," Laxus continued.

Mystogan's gaze flicked to the bar counter where Master Makarov was rosy cheeked and drinking ale.

"Not the old man," Laxus cut him off. He gestured over his shoulder with a thumb, toward a table to the far left of the room. There sat a young woman, maybe a year or two younger than Mystogan. She had short hair, not quite shoulder length, the creamy color of custard. She was petite, dressed in a long white blouse that clung snugly to her curves, to about mid-thigh. Draped over the arms was a peach-colored shawl. Black leggings and black flats, adorned with peach flowers.

She was a girl he'd never seen before, but her presence and the guild mark on her shoulder told him that she was a member of his guild—likely a new recruit.

"Her name's Diglett," the blond said. "And she's been asking about you for a while now."

"Me?" Mystogan blinked in surprise. A sense of uncertainty immediately fell upon him. What if she knew…?

"Yeah, you." Laxus shrugged. "So, do me a solid and talk to her, would you?" He scratched his chin. "I promised her I'd put a good word in."

This seemed strange. Laxus, doing a favor for some woman? He was hardly the selfless type, but when he mentioned the girl, his expression softened somewhat.

"I cannot," Mystogan said. He could not risk his identity being exposed. The less people he talked to, the better.

"You can trust her."

The two men locked eyes.

"Are you sure?" Mystogan's words were measured. Careful.

"Yeah." Laxus gave a brief nod. "I'm not sure why, but… she's trustworthy."

That was all the blond said on the matter. He adorned his headphones and walked up the stairs to the second floor without so much as a glance back—leaving Mystogan standing uncertain. He looked back at the woman at the table. Everything about this situation was setting off red flags. A stranger, interested in talking to him? One who seemed to have somehow gained the trust of Laxus, of all people. No… There was something going on here, he just didn't know what.

He calculated his next move. He could approach her, to see what she wanted from him. Of course, this would be putting his identity on the line, but if she already knew… On the other hand, he could simply leave, but that could be dangerous too, if she was in fact someone who knew who he was.

Before he could finish weighing the odds in his head, he felt eyes boring into him. He blinked once, then realized he was caught in the gaze of the strange woman.

Her eyes were… breathtaking.

They were as pink as the sunset on the floating river of Edolas, and they sparkled with the same sort of shimmer. They were overly large and round for her small face, but not in such a way that it detracted from her appearance. On the contrary, her pink eyes seemed to be her greatest accentuating feature.

She smiled brightly at him, and stood from the table.

He fled.

Or, well, he broke eye contact and quickly went up the stairs. He didn't expect her to follow him, as only S-Class wizards were permitted on this floor, and to his relief, she did not. With his heart beating somewhere in his throat, he scanned the board for a new job. He chose one, and descended the steps to leave, all the while with his staff at the ready with a sleeping spell, though it didn't seem he would need it this time. There weren't many people in the guild hall at the moment, and most had already seen him make an appearance, or were too drunk to really pose a threat. His only concern, as he made for the doors, was the strange girl. What did Laxus say her name was? Delaine?

"Mystogan?" A feminine voice called out to him.

He ignored her, instead picking up his pace as he strode through the guild hall doors with the job request clenched in his fist. There was a scuffling sound behind him as small feet struggled to catch up.

"You're Mystogan, right?"

He paused. The midday sun weighed harshly on his dark clothing. His nerves were on edge, mind trying desperately to understand the motives this woman might have for calling out to him. He had been thorough in hiding his tracks. Could she really have found him out? Was he just being paranoid?

"I'm sorry, I know you must be in a hurry." Her voice brimmed with innocence and sincerity.

With a dry swallow, he turned to face her.

"Hi!" She waved, long eyelashes fluttering around those impossibly pink eyes.

"…Hello."

"I'm Dreamer," she said, a bright smile touching her cheeks. "I don't think we've ever met before."

He was certain they had not.

"Dreamer?" He racked his brains, trying to remember if he'd ever heard the name before. Did he know a Dreamer from Edolas? He couldn't think of one. And he'd never seen anyone like this girl before.

"That's me!" She curtsied, with a cheerful giggle.

"…Is there something you need from me?" He cut to the point. He didn't mean to snap or sound rude, but judging by the startled and slightly frightened change in her expression, he hadn't come off kindly. Still… It was better to be regarded as cold in this world, if it meant he could keep his tracks covered.

"I…" Her cheeks took color, almost matching the hue of her eyes. She looked at him, swallowing him with pink irises until he felt lightheaded and strange. "I just… I heard a little bit about you from the other members at the guild, and I'm kind of new here, well not super new but within the past six months… And anyway, I also read Sorcerer Weekly and I've seen pictures of you and I know about your sleep magic and I think that's really cool because I use dream magic, haha which is funny because my name is Dreamer, and I thought it would be really great if I could get to meet you sometime…" Her face took on more color as she rambled, but she never broke eye contact—not even to blink. "But I know you're a really busy man and you don't really like people in your bubble, I totally understand that, so if you don't want to talk to me, that's okay, I won't be offended, honestly—I just thought I would try, at least…"

He blinked. The lightheaded feeling seemed to have intensified. He felt strangely content when he looked at her. Dreamer. "You want… to talk to me? I don't understand." He spoke slowly, neurons refusing to fire in his brain. "Why? What do you intend to accomplish?"

"I only want to get to know you, Mystogan." She spoke with absolute confidence, those eyes determined, hauntingly beautiful.

No… Something nagged in the back of his mind. He knew better than to let someone "get to know" him. It was dangerous. It was complicated. And yet… As he was lost in the eyes of this woman, he couldn't help but wonder if it would really be so bad, to talk to her a little bit. She didn't seem like a bad person. On the contrary, she seemed to radiate trustworthiness, kindness, sincerity… He wasn't sure what it was about her, but she was someone he could trust…

He swallowed again, forcing himself to shake his head. "I must go," he said, though his voice lacked conviction.

"To the train station?" She cocked her head to the side and her cream hair swayed in the sunlight.

His eyes widened. "How did you—"

"That job request," she pointed at the paper closed in his hand. "It says the location of the job and you can only get there by train, right?" She smiled warmly. "So that must be where you're going."

"Yes, you're right." He slid the paper into his pocket.

"It will be a few hours before the train heads there though," she pointed out. "So, in the meantime, maybe you and I could get lunch?" She gave a winning smile, eyes pleading, hands clasped.

Her eyes were so warm and inviting. He suddenly felt like it would be very nice to spend some time with her. She was trustworthy, and likeable.

"…I…" He cleared his throat. "I would prefer to avoid staying in town."

"Oh, duh, right." She bopped herself on the forehead. "You like your privacy. Okay, then! How about we have some sandwiches by the river in the forest? We can have a picnic and get to know each other. It will be fun!"

Fun… Yes, he imagined it would be. For some reason, at the moment, there was no place he would rather be than sitting with Dreamer by the river, eating sandwiches.

"Wait right here!" She held her hands up and darted back inside of the guild, skipping as she did so.

The lightheaded feeling remained. It was as if a warm fog had settled on him. He felt relaxed and… well, excited to spend time with her. Actually, it had been so long since he sat comfortably in the presence of another human… He wouldn't deny that he craved that sense of friendship and peace. Surely it could not hurt to enjoy an hour in the company of a guild mate.

So, he waited. And after a few minutes, Dreamer returned with a Tupperware container of sandwiches, two water bottles, and an award-winning grin.

"Let's go!" She beamed at him, and started for the woods. She glanced over her shoulder and met his eyes, her gaze telling him to follow.

He could not disobey a request from such eyes.

Before long, the two of them sat beside the river, munching mustard sandwiches. He sat with his legs crossed, occasionally glancing over at the young woman whose feet were in the river and who was humming, as if she didn't have a care in the world.

"You are… new to Fairy Tail?" He spoke, because the silence felt awkward. Because something about her was alluring. He wanted to understand.

"Yeah, that's right." she said through a mouthful of white bread. She swallowed before continuing. "I just joined with a man named Jezran. We really like it here." A sigh of pleasure escaped her lips. "I feel safe for the first time in… a long while."

Her gaze drifted and her smile fell, but only for the briefest instant. Quickly, she looked at him again, pink eyes penetrating.

"You use sleep magic?" she changed subject as fluidly as the water around her feet.

He gave a brief nod. "Among other things," he said honestly.

"Could you teach me?" Excitement shone in the sparkling irises.

"Unfortunately, that's not possible." He ran his fingers along the wood of the staff that lay at his side. "My magic is not innate. Rather, it comes from the objects I hold." He felt a mild nagging in the back of his mind, warning him that he shouldn't give details about his magic to strangers, but he pushed the feeling aside. He knew he could trust Dreamer.

"Oh, really?" Disappointment was obvious in her tone. "That's too bad. I think it would be really cool to be able to put people to sleep like you do."

He scanned her over. After a moment of deliberation, he dug in his cloak pocket and withdrew a vial of small pills. He held it out to her.

"Huh?" She blinked at him.

"Have them," he commanded, gently. "They are sleeping pills. They will instantly send a person into the REM stage of sleep, where they will be temporarily paralyzed. I have little need for them as long as I have my staff."

Her eyes were round with awe. She took the vial with trembling fingers. "I can really have these?"

He nodded. A smile crept along his lips under the green scarf, at the sight of the young woman ogling at the bottle of simple pills. When she looked at him again, there were tears of gratefulness in her eyes. "Thank you, Mystogan. This is so kind of you. You're sure you don't need them?"

"I am sure." Driven by some wild whim, some need for her to see his own sincerity, he pulled the scarf down to reveal his own lips. "They are a gift. From a friend."

She stared wide-eyed at him, before tears spilled and ran down her cheeks. "I'm sorry… I'm such a cry-baby." She wiped at her eyes with her peach-colored shawl. "Thank you, again."

He smiled at her. Then it suddenly occurred to him that he had shown his identity to her. The nagging in the back of his mind grew stronger. Again, he pushed it aside.

"Dreamer…" He leaned forward on his palms. "May I ask a favor of you?"

"Of course." She nodded, still fighting tears.

"Please, do not tell anyone what I look like. I prefer to remain unknown."

She made a motion over her chest, crossing her heart. "You have my word."

They sat in silence after this. She kicked her feet in the river and continued wiping tears from her cheeks for a long time. He remained criss-cross, occasionally looking away from the tops of the trees to the top of cream-colored hair and sunset eyes.

It was strange, how connected he felt to her after having only met this woman. The thought made his head buzz and his cheeks take sudden color. Why did he feel this way?

"Hm?" She caught him staring. "What is it?"

"N-Nothing, I…" Was he stuttering? His skin felt hot, suddenly, like he was boiling under the layers of clothing. "It's just strange, I… I don't connect with people often, but you Dreamer… There is something about you that… is very attractive to me."

Her eyes widened and her cheeks took color as well. She sweatdropped and nervously tugged on a cream bang. "Oh, you know… Some people just click better than others! It's probably because we both use a sort of sleeping magic! I'm sure that's all it is!" She laughed, nervously.

Was she nervous because of him?

"No…" he shook his head. Since it still felt like a thousand degrees under his clothes, he discarded his headband and brushed blue hair away from his eyes. He'd already decided it didn't matter if she saw his true face. "This is different… I can't place it. I think you're special, Dreamer."

Her eyes wandered from his hair, to his eyes, to his lips… She made a surprised squeak sound and coughed awkwardly.

"Trust me, I'm not special! Just your average, ordinary, everyday wizard!"

"Impossible." He shook his head. Instinctively, he moved closer to her, crawling forward to close the distance between them. "There's something about you…" He reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from one of her captivating eyes.

"M-Mystogan, don't you have a train to catch?" She leaned away from him.

"Yes, but I have some time." Her eyes… "Could this be...?"

"Be…?" She blinked nervously.

"Is this love at first sight?" There was no other explanation. He felt so at ease around this woman, even though they'd just met. He felt like he could trust her with his life, his secrets, everything. There was such a powerful, overwhelming sense of faith he had in her. To think he could feel this strongly about someone in Earthland… He'd never felt so much trust and dedication from anyone other than Pantherlily.

"A-Ah… No, you know, I don't believe in love at first sight." She stood up, suddenly, to his disappointment. "I'm flattered though, really! And I think you're, um… You're very attractive and kind, Mystogan." She frantically fixed the creases in her shirt.

"You don't feel the same way?" He stood with her. "It's the only logical explanation for this fated encounter, wouldn't you say?"

"No, there are plenty of other explanations, I'm sure." She stepped back. "I really had fun having lunch with you, Mystogan! Now, if it's okay with you, I think I'll just go…"

"Dreamer, wait." He clutched her wrist as she tried to flee. She gasped and turned to face him, eyes wide. He was caught up in them again. They were a capturing net, a trapping vortex, a confining magical circle. "I'm sorry. I'm only trying to understand."

Wait.

A confining magical circle.

Those swirling, sparkling, endless sunset eyes… Yes, he was sure of it now. Her eyes looked like magical circles because that's exactly what they were.

"Maybe next time you come back in town we can go on another date and get to know each other better before we start talking about things like love, okay? It would be fun, let's plan for that, but for now I really have something I need to take care of at home, so—" She tried to gently pull out of his grip at the same time he released her on his own. The unexpected change in inertia knocked her off balance and she stumbled… facedown into the river.

"Dreamer!" He pulled her up by the shawl. She gasped and sputtered for breath. "Are you alright?"

"Yes! I mean, no… I mean…" Her eyes flickered back and forth between his, but he could see it now. The charm magic she was wielding in those irises.

He'd been duped.

"Mystogan, thank you." She wrung water out of her clothing and avoided his gaze. "I'm really sorry for causing you trouble. I… I need to go!" She stumbled away, dripping through the woods.

He watched her run. Panic settled almost immediately in his skin. He had been so foolish! Lured into a charm right from the beginning. Laxus had likely been under the same kind of enchantment. But for what purpose? What did Dreamer hope to accomplish by charming them? She knew of his identity now…

"That was the most pathetic thing I've ever seen," came a grouchy old voice from somewhere to his right. He glanced over to see Porlyusica, or as he knew her, Grandeena. The pink-haired old woman from Edolas, who'd decided to live in this world years ago.

He said nothing. Merely fixed his headband and scarf over his face.

"Charm magic? Really? You fell for charm magic cast by some human girl?"

"It's very good charm magic," he snapped, in his own defense.

"Thieves come in all shapes and sizes, don't they?" Her voice was condescending. "Now what?"

Mystogan had no idea, to be honest. He still didn't understand what Dreamer had hoped to achieve by tricking him.

"Aren't you going after her?" Porlyusica chided.

"…No." It was true that she'd inadvertently stolen those sleeping pills from him, but he couldn't deny that it had been nice to have a conversation with another person, instead of always being alone. "Who is she?"

The pink haired old woman gave a huff and closed her eyes in something like irritation. She sighed. "You know I don't like to be involved in the affairs of humans. How should I know?"

"You were watching the whole time." He met her red eyes evenly. "And yet you did not intervene."

The old woman's eyebrow twitched. "Maybe that's because I was having too much fun watching the prince of Edolas, an S-Class wizard, being charmed by simple emotion magic." She scowled. "You really should be more careful, you know." She reached under her cloak and retrieved a red apple. She tossed it into the air and he caught it with his free hand.

Mystogan pulled his scarf down slightly so he could take a bite of the apple. The sweet taste was welcome after mustard slathered pieces of white bread. Who eats mustard sandwiches anyway? There wasn't even meat on them…

"While I don't know what her purpose was for charming you, I can vouch for her. She means no harm." It appeared to be very painful for Porlyusica to give praise like this about a human, by the way her face scrunched up even more than usual.

"Then, you do know her?" He took another bite of the apple and chewed it thoughtfully.

"No, but I am an old acquaintance of her guardian, Jezran Excalibur. Beyond that, Makarov asked me for the favor of treating her condition, an episode of which arose shortly after her entrance into your guild." She crossed her arms over her chest. "She has a pure heart despite the tragedies she's endured in her life. And it is very unlikely she knows anything of Edolas, or this world's Jellal, for that matter."

He mulled over the words. Condition? Tragedies? Still, if Grandeena could vouch for the girl, then she must not have dark motives. It didn't explain why she charmed him in the first place though.

"I think…" he spoke slowly, "she was sincere in wanting to learn sleep magic." The disappointment on her face when he told her that his magic came from his staff had been very real, along with the bliss she exhibited when he gave her the sleeping pills.

"Then, why not just ask?" Porlyusica scowled and stood rigid.

"I would not have spoken to her at all if I had not been charmed. It was a wise choice, on her part." Another bite.

"If that's what you think, then fine." She shrugged and made toward the edge of the clearing, in the direction of her forest home. "Like I said, I don't like to meddle in human affairs. Whether you choose to confront her or not is none of my business. Just try to be more aware of your surroundings next time. You're lucky she wasn't your enemy."

"Indeed." He nodded politely in her direction as she passed. She was right, of course. He was very lucky Dreamer wasn't his enemy. In fact… he felt very lucky to have spent time with her, charmed or not. He felt very lucky to have accidentally stumbled upon… a friend.