"Song"

Sometimes they got the weirdest filler missions and this one was no different. They just needed something short to fit in between some more serious stuff. Or at least things that were taking more time than just few hours in the evening.

Jet had no idea what sort of a person felt the need to hire someone to show up as an audience, but his job wasn't judging people. It was just sitting through whatever the play was and fake mild interest.

Actually, he expected to see something much, much worse, considering the character of the request, but the show was half-way decent. Though Jet had no idea what in the world was going on the stage, since the actors were singing about doing stuff instead of actually doing that stuff and it was all very confusing. There was being in love at the first sight thing, then not being able to love each other for some reason he couldn't quite comprehend and then it just went places he couldn't follow. The music was quite nice, though, especially the female lead. She had strong, low voice, a very pleasant to listen to. Which probably was the point

The place was one of the fancy ones, with dress code and waiters walking around with food on tiny sticks and the team probably wasted more time on getting ready than they would spend inside. Finding something for Droy was quite the challenge, as was talking Gajeel into putting on something that had no feathers on the ragged sleeves.

Not that Jet blamed him, he himself felt kind off in elegant clothes. They were too stiff and the tie was making him feel like he was choking and he honestly needed a distraction.

Jet looked to the side. Droy discretely was trying to trail the polypody that hanged over their table to steal him threats from plates when the waiters were passing by. The plant was definitely eager to do something, but the long, delicate leaves were not very good at grabbing.

On Jets other side, Levy was hastily making notes, her eyes dancing between the stage and the pages she was filling with long rows of letters.

Jet swallowed a groan. So, she decided to be helpful. Some people didn't like helpful, or hired help to do more than it was hired for. Levy however was Levy and she appeared to be unable to just sit and do nothing if it looked like she could use her knowledge to help someone. All was left for him was to pray that whoever wrote the thing was capable of not getting pissed off at her.

Behind Levy Jet could see the Dragon Slayer. Gajeel was shamelessly resting his head over the wooden surface of the table.

Well, Jet sighed, figures. Figures the guy who spend most of the time sleeping would do exactly that.

Levy was too occupied with making notes and paying attention to the actress singing about something or the other to actually notice that Gajeel was not doing his job and Jet wasn't feeling particularly suicidal either. Waking the Dragon Slayer usually meant taking a punch to the face. However failing a job that was just sitting there for few hours would be plain ridiculous and Jet didn't want his team to turn into a walking joke for the rest of the guild.

Just as he was about to literally poke the sleeping dragon, Jet noticed that Gajeel never closed his eyes in the first place. It was hard to notice, because he was staring at the scene from under his eyelashes, but he was definitely paying attention.

Why in the world he was faking being asleep, was beyond Jet, but further observation made the whole thing even more ridiculous - the Dragon Slayer was barely blinking.

Jet looked back at Levy. The girl was still furiously making notes, her cheeks slightly blushed, eyes sparkling with excitement. Well, she was either making notes or writing the thing down for some odd reason. Meanwhile, Gajeel still was barely blinking. Considering how good his memory was when he actually was paying attention to things, he would probably be able to recite the whole thing, or do something equally weird.

This was official, Jet though, waving away the leaf that was trying to steal his hair band. His team was just plain ridiculous.

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The sun was about to start setting, but all the work at the campsite was pretty much done. Droy was finishing setting up the tents for the night, while Pantherlily headed out to collect more wood for the fire. They were going to need it, the promise of pretty damn cool night hanged in the air. There was that characteristic, salty smell and the sky was brilliantly clear. It almost hurt to look up for too long, because the colors were so intense.

Jet with a small sight returned to his own task: he had drawn the short straw for today and ended up with cleaning up shoes. That wasn't fun, that was boring. And repetitive, and he was pretty damn sure that the rest of the team somehow managed to rigg the whole thing, because Jet was always the one ending up scratching the dirt off the soles. He also somewhat hated Gajeel, because his boots were ridiculous.

The Iron Dragon Slayer was obviously not even taking the part in the whole lottery thing. Not because he terrorized them into excluding him from the whole mess, but because he was the best cook. He also appeared to like making food and they were not risking food poisoning, so it was like a win-win situation for everyone.

Like right now - whatever was going on in that pot, it definitely smelled really tasty. Gajeel was sitting by the fire, slowly adding ingredients to the stew. He had his hairs in a loose bun, which alone was pretty amusing. That wasn't everything. He was humming. Actually humming and Jet doubted that Gajeel was even aware of making any sort of noise.

The song was easy to recognize - it was that ballad from the few days ago, where he was trying so very hard to act like he slept through the whole thing.

Jet wanted to snicker, because being betrayed by your own subconscious like that... it was funny. Only he didn't, because little moments like that were too precious to risk not letting them play out till the very end.

Instead, he eyed Levy, curious if their female companion noticed what the Dragon Slayer was doing.

Levy, as always, was the planner of the mission - while Gajeel happened to know a lot of placed for reasons he refused to explain, Levy was the one able to connect all the dots and create a path that actually made sense. Though she was also quite obsessive over the whole thing; like wasting an additional day on wandering around would be a tragedy. Even now she was having her nose buried in papers and notes.

Just when he started considering poking her over the shoulder, so she would catch the show when it was going on, Jet noticed something. Or rather, his ears finally registered the fact, that she was humming too. It wasn't just any song, either.

It was exactly the same one.

Jet slowly put the shoe he was holding down, very slowly and carefully, to not the startle the pair and just observed, mesmerized. They weren't just making sounds. They weren't simply humming the same song – that sweet, sweet love song from the very beginning of the show from the other day - together either. They were humming together.

Levy was doing the part of the female lead, while Gajeel was following with the sounds of the parts that belonged to the male actor. They were obviously unaware of the whole thing happening in the first place. For such brave people, they were hilariously shy around each other. A bold move as singing a love ballad together would never come to life…
But it did, because they were occupied with their own tasks around the camp and they were simply not paying attention to what was going on around them.

For people who were currently not paying attention, they somehow managed to sound just right. The melody didn't appear to be off and Gajeels low hums made a perfect background for Levy's higher voice, contrasting and adding the much needed depth.

Droy, either finished with the tents or just decided to stop doing his job, was looking at him with his brow furrowed.

"Magic is happening," he mouthed at Droy, while gesturing towards the pair.

Jet gestured towards the pair, trying to be as subtle as possible. He moved his hands much, much slowed that usual, afraid that a fast movement would be caught in the corner of the dragons eye and everything would go to hell because of that.

Droy blinked, then his eyes followed the gestures.

He stared for a short moment, before he finally saw it. Mouthing a soundless "woah", Droy slowly sat down, using the surface of the tent as a cover, probably in hopes that his staring would be less obvious. His head sticking out like that made him look like a creep instead, but Jet decided he's going to talk about that much, much later.

Sadly, the moment was broken much before its time.

Both Gajeel and Levy jumped, when the bushes nearby suddenly rustled loudly. They both also finally realized that they were making noises – though it was a mystery if they also managed to notice that they were making noises together - considering the beet red blushes that crept up their cheeks.

Pantherlily walked from between the foliage in all the might of his huge battle form, carrying big chunks of firewood in his muscular arms.

He opened mouth, clearly about to announce his return. Then Pantherlily noticed that the attention of the entire group was already on him, so there was no reason for him to say anything. Then he noticed Gajeel and Levy acting off.

"What's up with you two?" he asked, dropping the wood close to the bonfire.

Levy made a small squealing noise and covered her face. Gajeel only humpfed at his cat - which meant that he was really angry at being caught off guard - and continued chopping vegetables for the stew.

The silence was quite deafening.

"Great job, cat," Droy grumped. "You broke it."

A/N: I'm going to update the rest of the prompts, it just might take awhile. Sometimes I'm just too tired to write.
Also, this series somehow turned into bunch of headcanons about Team Shadow Gear inner workings. I'm fine with that, Jet and Droy are important parts of Levy's life and she sure as hell is not going to dump them just because she found herself a better male model. Quite the opposite, they're part of the package.