As the night turned to morning, the guild remained divided. Past and present. Present and future. It was unusually quiet until a single person crossed the invisible divide. Young Mirajane walked up to her future self. Mira sat with her siblings and Rajinshu.

"Why do I look so weak in the future?" Young Mira asked with disdain.

"It makes it easier to get the drop on people," Laxus responded with a chuckle.

"Did I ask you, Sparky?" she snapped.

Freed bristled.

Bixlow laughed and said, "You never told you had this much spunk as a kid!"

"Spunk, Spunk, Spunk," his dolls echoed behind his head.

A drunken Cana flung her arm over the younger girl's shoulders.

"She changed as she got older; especially after Lisanna. Though, I kinda miss her and Erza fighting. I could make some serious money," she slurred.

Young Mira shoved her away.

"Get off me, drunk," she hissed.

"Oi, you wanna go?" Cana challenged with undeniable excitement.

"I could easily beat you."

Laxus stood to intervene. He stepped between them and placed a hand on Cana's shoulder.

"I really don't think Gramps would like it if you destroyed the guild and hospitalized Mirajane. And I don't think our Mira would appreciate it."

Cana laughed, "True, true."

"She could never beat me!" Young Mira protested.

"Actually, she might be on par with our Mira," Freed said.

"Aye!" Happy agreed.

"What?!" she shouted.

"Yeah, she scored higher than Jura on the MPF. Expect nothing less from the daugh-"

Evergreen and Freed clamped their hands over their loud-mouthed teammate's mouth before he could cause irreversible damage; but, not before a certain brunette caught his meaning.

"I have one condition to walking away, though!" Cana shouted.

"And what's that?" Laxus asked cautiously. Knowing Cana, it could be anything from drinks to streaking through the park in a festival (trust him he already lost that bet in a card match) to reading his future and past to anyone who would listen (bad dare there, too).

"You buy me drinks for the rest of the night!"

"It's morning!" Everyone at the table shouted.

"Then you buy 'til dawn."

"Dawn already passed." Laxus deadpanned.

"No, baka, the dawn after dusk! It's a new day of drinking!" the alcoholic shouted as she dragged Laxus towards the bar.

"What?! I'll go broke!" He shouted panicked.

"Not my problem!" she responded.

Everyone from her time sweat dropped and went on with life as the other half tried to figure out what the hell just happened.

"Can she really drink that much?" Young (well younger than he is now) Macao asked shocked by how much the girl had changed.

"Or is Laxus just broke in the future?" Young Wakaba added.

"She can out drink anyone," Macao answered.

"More than both of us combined," Wakaba added.

"Really?!" their younger selves shouted.

"Aye!" Happy shouted.

"Come on, pretty boy! I know you have money stashed away," Cana interrupted.

She had her arm slung around the much taller, very unamused, man's shoulders while waving her now empty bottle in the air. He grumbled and handed her a wad of money to silence her and get her off him. Some of the tension was gone, but the silence returned as Cana was pacified with booze. That is until the usual culprits started their usual antics.

"I bet I can beat your past self, stripper!" the pink haired boys shouted making a dash for the said boy's younger doppelganger.

"No, you can't!" Gray shouted punching Natsu to the floor before he could reach his younger self. "Remember? I beat you that time."

Natsu didn't miss a beat. "But I beat you ever other time!"

"Not even close, flame-brain!"

"Let's settle this here and now then, ice princess!"

"You're on, ash breath!"

"Drinking contest!"

"We already did that!"

"Race!"

"Did that, too!"

"Eating contest!"

"Old news."

"Hand-to-hand combat?"

"We do that everyday."

Both Natsu and Gray had run out of ideas.

"A manly contest of manly manliness!" Elfman shouted, only to be immediately smacked upside the head with Evergreen's fan.

"How the hell would such ridiculousness work and leave a clear victor when it doesn't even make sense?!" she questioned.

"Didn't know you cared," Mira teased.

"I just want those two bakas to shut up."

Natsu and Gray had now pulled out a chalk board to brain storm suggestions for a contest.

"How come Mira and Erza stopped fighting but Natsu and Gray are still just as bad?" Young Levy asked softly.

"They grew up," Lisanna responded.

"But they grew up," Young Jet responded, not quite understanding,

"In all but mind and maturity," Lucy answered.

Levy, Lisanna, and Lucy laughed as they all rolled their eyes at the guys.

"Lucy!" Natsu shouted suddenly.

Said girl turned slowly to face him.

"Who is more attractive?" Natsu asked with a straight face.

"Eh?!"

She blushed profusely as Levy chuckled.

"That's not fair! Of course she'll choose you!" Gray protested.

"That's the point," Natsu responded with his trademark grin.

"Juvian chooses Gray-sama!" Juvia shouted.

"Well, now we're tied," Gray said.

"We didn't even ask Juvia!" Natsu shouted.

"Are you saying her opinion doesn't matter?!"

"You liiiiiike her," Happy cried, characteristically rolling his "I".

Gray promptly froze the foolish Exceed which set Natsu off further and their argument turned into a bar room brawl.

Lucy sweat dropped as their argument escalated. Levy just sighed.

"So Lucy…," Mira said suddenly appearing at her side, making her jump a little. "Who is more attractive?"

Lucy looked for an escape route. Nope, she was never that lucky: Levy, Lisanna, and Mira had her cornered. The younger Levy, Jet, and Droy watched with fascination. Lucy sighed in defeat.

"Oi, Mira," Laxus called. Said woman looked up innocently. "Don't ask questions you already know the answer to."

"But I want to hear it from her," she said, refocusing on Lucy.

Laxus shrugged in an I tried manner. Panic mode set in in Lucy's mind. Oh! She could fall back into a shoulder roll and run! A pair of arms wrapped around her shoulders and breasts pressed into her back. Cana.

"So…who's the lover boy, Lucy?"

"If I say Gray, Juvia will kill me. If I say Natsu, you'll never leave me alone," Lucy said decisively. "So I won't answer."

"Oh?" Mira said in a terrifyingly sweet voice. "You think this is the only way to get an answer?"

A dark aura overcame the woman as Lucy tried to think of another escape. Damn this cat and mouse game.

"I'll just spike your drink till you're too drunk to know any better and have you spill then. Or I could just bribe Virgo into telling me all your secrets," the barmaid said sinisterly.

"Virgo would never betray me!"

"Oh, she might when I give her new chains and whips from her favorite store in Hargeon."

"Levy, help me!" the blonde cried, desperate for support.

"Oh, Lu-chan…," Levy responded with an apathetic shake of her head. "Only you can solve this problem. Just answer the question and all this will go away," the traitorous bluenette said simply.

Lucy gaped then glared at her before staring at the table as if it was the source of all her woes. Then an idea hit her; but, she'd have to make this good to get away. She put her face in her hands and shook her head slowly with a groan as if she was really fighting telling them. She squished her eyes shut and pulled her hands away from her face, took a deep breath, and before she could lose her composure, she shouted: "Levy's pregnant!"

The Guild went silent. In the girls' shock, Lucy leapt over the table and ran to where Natsu stood, cackling all the way.

"What?!" Mira shrieked.

"Jeez, Levy, I gave you those rubbers for a reason…" Cana muttered.

Gajeel had already spit out his drink, nearly choking in the process, and was trying to make sense of the situation.

"I'm not! I'm on my period right now!" Levy shouted back, her blush rivaling Erza's hair.

"You can bleed during pregnancy!" Mira insisted, folding her arms across her chest. "Who's the dad? If it's not Gajeel, Jet, or Droy, I'm gonna kill him, you and the father after the baby is born for not telling me, and raise the child as my own; wait, scratch that, if the father is anyone but Gajeel I'll kill him and just make you two regret never coming clean about your relationship in the first place," Mira finished with a death glare, then suddenly smiled sweetly as she began to picture the future child. "Oh, and I'm going to be the baby's godmother and will name the child."

Everyone sweat-dropped while Jet and Droy sobbed at the loss of their precious Levy.

"I'm not pregnant!" Levy insisted again.

Mira hmph-ed, obviously not believing her. Gajeel sighed. It was clearly time for him to intervene.

"Oi, demon-woman," he called as he stood.

All eyes turned to him as he made his way over.

"Levy isn't pregnant," Gajeel said as he took his place by said woman's side.

Mira just glared her disbelief.

"Look. Yeah, she and I are together." Stars shone in Mira's eyes. "And we didn't tell anyone 'cause we knew what'd you do. I'm only saying anything now because it's part of my explanation and Shrimp hates keeping secrets from you guys anyway. Now, as all of you know, Short-Stack here is old-fashioned and wouldn't jump straight into sex a couple weeks into a relationship. We've never had sex. She says she wants to wait until she's ready to take that step and I respect her decisions. And you can be sure she isn't pregnant by another man 'cause Bookworm ain't like that and no one's dead; and, another fact: Levy is on her period. I've blown have a mission's reward on chocolate and ice cream."

Mira looked like she could die of happiness on the spot as a collective 'Awwww' overtook the Guild.

"That's so sweet! I'll start planning the wedding as soon as we get back!" she shouted in pure joy.

Gajeel and Levy groaned.

"C'mon, Shrimp. It's not healthy to be around this level of crazy. It can rub off." Gajeel grumbled as he grabbed Levy's bag and led her to his table in the back.

Their younger selves just stared on in shock as the soap opera-like drama that would become their lives in ten-twenty years. Young Makorov just turned around in his seat to face the bar with a heavy sigh as his counterpart just shook his head, used to their antics.

"Do us both a favor and just start stockpiling ale and earplugs now…," Makorov muttered as he took another swig from his tankard.