First off: Sorry this is so short! I had next to no time to write it the way I wanted.

Another thing, a few chapters ago, I got a review saying Sting and Lucy could have never met as kids, due to an age difference. I know. I'm not being mean to whoever posted this, I just want to explain it for anyone who's confused. When they met, Lucy was sixteen(16), and Sting was eleven(11).

Well, I hope that helps. So now:

Stars Were Meant For Light; Chapter 06: Together

Sting's P.O.V

While reminiscing about that dreadful day, I was brought back to the present day by Lucy speaking and my stomach grumbling. "Sting, what day are you talking about?"

I realized that I hadn't specified which day it was, before speaking, "The day that I thought you were dead."

"Oh." Was all she said. I felt her shift her position while she was in my arms.

I raised a brow, even though she probably wouldn't see me do it, "Something wrong?" I was worried she didn't want me around.

"I was just trying to reposition myself; I don't want to be too heavy if I can help it." She said, looking at her lap.

"You're not heavy." I said, wondering why she would ever think so.

"Really?" I nodded at her question. "Sting, I'm ready to go eat."

I was confused, "You got hungry that fast?" I asked. Maybe this was why she thought she was heavy.

She giggled, "No, I just heard your stomach grumble earlier, so I figured you're hungry." I blushed a very light pink, after she said that. "Looks like I still have to take care of you."

I chuckled when she said that. But before I could say anything, she spoke again, "Well, let's get going!" She then proceeded to attempt to get up. I didn't want to watch her struggle, so I stopped her and picked her up like earlier.

"Sting! Put me down, I can walk." She said, while her face changed pigment again. And, like always, I found it adorable.

"It doesn't seem like it." I replied, as I started my way to a restaurant. I carried her, and we were engulfed in silence. This was the perfect opportunity to think. I was trying to figure out what to do with Minerva.

I didn't want to risk Lucy's danger, but I couldn't let her slip out of my life again. I didn't want her to be in danger without me to protect her. And, most of all, I didn't want her to be upset.

I feel how upset she was that I just left her all those years. I didn't want her to be upset again – especially because of me. But I couldn't fathom a way to protect her from Minerva.

I couldn't fight her, because of the master. I couldn't dispose of her, that's not who I am. I wasn't sure what I could do.

I looked down at Lucy, only to see she had fallen asleep. I guess I've been walking longer than I anticipated. Well, I guess I'd let her rest for a few minutes, until we get to the restaurant.

It was nice, seeing her so relaxed and at peace. I hadn't seen her asleep since the day I left her. It still pained me to think about all the struggles she went through, while I was gone having the time of my life.

But I couldn't let that bother me right now. What mattered was that she wasn't actually gone, and that she's now in my arms. In my arms – where I wouldn't let anyone lay a finger on her.

Again, I had been so caught up in my thoughts, I hadn't noticed how long I'd been walking. I was currently in front of a restaurant, by the name of 'Essence Magique.'

I was preparing myself to wake up Lucy, because, if memory serves me correctly, she doesn't like being woken up. "Hey, Lucy." I whispered. She stirred and my arms a little bit. "Lucy." I said, a little louder.

She groaned before opening her eyes. At first her eyes looked angry, but then they softened. "Oh, I guess I fell asleep, Sting."

"Well, we're here." I said.

She seemed surprised, and started looking around. "Okay. Just put me down." She said. I could sense that she was in pain so I gave her a confused look. She giggled lightly and said, "Sting, I'm not going to enter a restaurant with someone carrying me."

"But you're hurt." I stated.

"I'm fine now – trust me."

"Fine," I said, "But if I see you're still hurt, I'm carrying you again."

She nodded, and I set her on her feet. I held her waist, until she could balance herself. After about a minute, she was stable and started walking towards the restaurant.

I then realized that I had just been standing there, and started to move forward, until I was walking next to her. I smiled. I missed being with her. And even though I had only spent a week with her, we made a bond that would last forever.

I swear that I will you mine, Lucy Heartfilia.

Lucy's P.O.V

The restaurant Sting took me to was 'Essence Magique.' I wasn't exactly feeling good, having your magic power depleted is not fun. But I wouldn't let that get in the way. I was glad that I got to finally see Sting again, and he seems so happy.

He's pretty much the same as he was as a kid, except older and stronger. Again, thinking about how he's older than me now made my mind break a little, so I just ignored the thought. All that mattered is that he isn't just repaying a debt. That he actually missed me.

I started walking to the doors of the restaurant, when Sting stepped in front of me, and opened the doors.

Okay, so maybe he isn't exactly the same person – the Sting from the past would never do that. "Thanks!" I said, while beaming a smile.

"No problem." He said, and followed me through the doors. The restaurant was something I'd never expected. It was dark, being lit up by a few floating candles – don't ask me how they were floating, though, I have absolutely no clue.

There were purple curtains draped on the walls. This was kind of strange, but we had just entered, and were in the 'lobby.' I wonder what the actually dining area looked like.

We walked forward, towards the counter. When we reached, the counter lady was sorting through some papers. I wasn't sure on what to say, so I was glad when Sting spoke, "A table for two."

She looked up, which gave me a better look. She had shoulder length ginger hair that curled up at the ends. She was wearing a black and white dress, which I found weird for somebody working at a restaurant.

"Oh my – you're Sting Eucliffe!" She exclaimed. She seemed so excited, but I couldn't tell why.

But I saw Sting smirk – which was odd – and say, "The one and only." Well, I guess another thing that hadn't changed was his cockiness. I tried to get him to change that trait, when he was a kid, but it didn't work.

Then she looked at me, and I saw the expression in her eyes change. I couldn't tell what emotion they were holding, but it made me uneasy. "A table for two…" She said, her voice trembling with something anger-like, "Right this way." She said, and led us into the dining area.