I know the first one kinda sucked. It was rushed and I'll probably rewrite it one day lol. But...I like this one much better. MUHAHAHA. Thanks Meganisnotgraceful!

Prompt: Bleeding Out, Day Four

"I swear Natsu, the cat has to go!" Lucy shoved the blue monster into Natsu's hands, she was done. The cat hated her, and the feeling was mutual. If he wasn't pissing in her bed, he was scratching her shoes, eating her food, shitting in her closet or scratching her hands to ribbons.

"No, Lucy, I'm not getting rid of Happy!" Natsu protested, setting the cat down in his bed and ripping the keys from their hook on the wall. They were late to Gajeel and Levy's barbeque because someone's devil cat had to pee on her favorite shoes. Lucy shoved a pair of shoes on, which so didn't go with her outfit but she didn't care anymore. She said nothing as she slammed the car door and waited for Natsu to climb in.

"Lucy-"

"I'm not talking to you," She snapped.

The ride started in silence.

"I'm not getting rid of Happy—no, let me speak," Natsu snapped out. "He's been with me since the beginning. I don't know why he's messing with your crap, but can't we try and get him to stop?"

"We have Natsu! We've been through five cat trainers and not a single one of them knows why he won't touch your stuff, but tears mine to shreds! Your cat hates me."

It dissolved there, into shouting and screaming, gesturing and anger. Little fights from the past rose again, and then it was no longer about the cat, it was every single stupid thing they'd ever disagreed on.

Tires screeched, and Natsu watched as Lucy's widened in pure terror. Someone screamed. Metal crunched, bent and squealed. Glass exploded and created music as it fell on the metal. Stars exploded in front of his eyes, and his were ringing.

His vision cleared, bit by bit. He could smell gasoline, as well as the copper tang of blood. His body ached, but he couldn't tell where, his head spun. The airbag let out a small whine as it deflated, and the pressure in Natsu's chest subsided. He couldn't figure out what happened. He could see the damage, the vehicles twisted around each other, the people that were starting to gather, but he couldn't get it to click in his mind.

Lucy…

Rubbing his head, he turned towards her.

And his heart stuttered in his throat.

She was far too pale, her breathe came in short pants, and he couldn't comprehend the blood the dripped from her head, the metal and plastic that twisted around her, the gore that clung to them. Her hair was stained, and the pretty bun it had been in now hung limply around her face. Her clothes were ruined, ripped and red, red, red. The ringing in his ears was starting to fade, and he could hear shouts, people crying, and one woman's panicked voice as she tried to describe where she was.

Calling the police…Natsu thought. Ambulance. Help.

Hope.

Lucy was dying. The reality of it slammed into him, causing him to suck in a breath. Car crash. Blood. Lucy.

"Luce," He croaked, his chest pounded with pain with every breath and in the back of his mind, he knew his ribs were bruised or broken. It didn't matter. Couldn't matter. It didn't matter he couldn't feel his leg, that his shoulder felt like someone had stabbed a knife into it. No, no, no, no his mind refused to accept that his Luce was dying. She couldn't. She couldn't leave him. They had an argument to finish. "Lucy, come on,"

Someone was talking to him, through the broken window. He ignored the person, shook his head, tried to wave them away but his left arm wouldn't move. He touched Lucy's face with his right hand, and dread curled in his stomach when he felt how cold she was. "Lucy wake up!" Desperation coated his voice, and his shout made the pain in his chest flare.

He shouted her name, tried to shake her awake, tried to move to get closer to her, but he couldn't. His seat belt prevented the movement, and he couldn't get it undone. He got as close as he could, trying to hear her breathe. No, no, no, no. It was a mantra in his head, and it repeated with every beat of his heart.

He couldn't lose her. This wasn't happening. He didn't get the love of his life into a deadly car crash while fighting with her over something so stupid. Lucy's pretty eyes were closed, her eyelids, dusted with golden eyeshadow, stood out like bruises on her deathly pale face. Her golden necklace, with the tiny Zodiac keys, her good luck charm was splattered with her blood. Leo's key, the middle key, had stabbed itself into her pale flesh. The others were splayed around it, and the blood the dripped from them resembled tears.

With a rough breath, her whole being shuddered.

And she was gone.

He shouted for her, shook her body roughly enough to rattle the car. When the dire department finally cut him out of the wreck, he refused to leave her. He was too weak, however, to do much more than mumble 'no' as he was strapped to a stretcher and taken awhile.

Meanwhile, the zipper closed on the heavy black bag that contained Lucy.

His Lucy.

Gray's heart was pounding, and stress had him wound up tighter than a child's broken windup toy.

"Guys," He said and faltered, as everyone in the backyard turned to look at him.

"Did you figure out where those two idiots are?" Gajeel asked messing with the gas grill. As he was replacing a hose underneath it, he couldn't see Gray's pale face.

"The hospital called," Gray said in voice he couldn't believe was his. How had he managed to say that with any semblance of calm? Everyone froze. Gray looked at his shaking hands and tried to wrap his mind around what he'd been told. "Lu…Lucy…Car crash…" He sank to his knees, grief taking a sucker punch to his gut.

"Gray," Erza, all business, stood over him. "Tell us what you know."

"They were in a car crash," Gray swallowed, closing his eyes. He didn't want to see their faces. Not now. Not with what he had to say. "Bad. Lucy…Natsu's in the hospital. He's pretty bad."

"And Lucy?" Levy's voice shook as she asked the question no one else dared.

"She…she didn't make it," Gray whispered his mind trying to reject the truth.

Natsu stared at the doctor, trying to form words. He'd been in the hospital for a week. He'd been question by the police, by the doctors, by his own friends. He'd run through what had happened so many times it was burned into his memory. It haunted his dreams. Her last scream echoed in his head. The scent of death was etched into his nose.

They'd been fighting. Stupid shit. Normal crap. He'd turned to her…took his eyes off the road for three seconds.

Crash. Boom.

Lucy was dead. Dead. Didn't they get that? He fucking knew it was his fault. He knew he was the reason that she wasn't here anymore. He knew he'd caused the accident, just like he knew that the man in the other car had walked away without a goddamn scratch.

One day, one day far from now, maybe he'd be glad that the other man hadn't been hurt. Maybe he'd find comfort in that. Maybe it would be easier to deal with one death rather than two.

But for now, all he could feel was resentment. Why had the stranger lived when his precious Luce had died?

Now it seemed, he had caused two deaths.

He'd killed Lucy…and now he was finding out that'd killed the child she'd carried within her.

His son. His fucking son.

"She was…pregnant?" Natsu said his voice a shaking whisper.

"Yes, Mr. Dragneel. Miss. Heartfilia was three months along. I'm sorry." The doctor looked genuinely sorry, but the sympathy and sincerity did nothing to soothe Natsu's grief. "I hate to ask this of you…but the child needs a name…so he can be buried."

Natsu suddenly went numb. It wasn't enough that he had to bury Lucy but he had to name the child he'd killed? The child he hadn't even known existed? How could he? He and Lucy had talked about having children. They hadn't been trying…but they hadn't not been either.

"Apollo," He said suddenly, remembering Lucy's fascination with Greek mythology. Besides, Apollo was the god of the sun….and of healing. Maybe…maybe naming his son Apollo would help him heal.

He doubted it.

The doctor didn't question, simply wrote it down and handed him an official document to sign. Grief tore into his chest, and he closed his eyes, trying to escape into the oblivion of sleep.

The funeral was simple and beautiful. Lucy and the child she hadn't even known about were buried together in a coffin made of rich oak and maple. The priest spoke passionately, and offered comfort to all. Levy hadn't stopped crying since the funeral had started, silent tears running down her pale face. Gajeel, dressed in slightly scruffy suit, held the small girl, unable to console her. Juvia and Gray were both silent, their hands clasped tightly. Juvia was crying as well, her body shaking.

Mirajane, her husband Laxus, and her brother Elfman stood off to the side, Mira's face was smooth and composed, but her eyes held a swirling pool of grief and pain.

Lucy's gravesite was very close to where Lisanna, Natsu's childhood friend, rested. Evergreen, Elfman's girlfriend held her fan in front of her face, and though she'd never admit it, she too grieved for Lucy's loss.

Family and friends, some Natsu recognized, others Natsu assumed he'd never had the chance to meet, gathered as Lucy's coffin was lowered into the cold ground. Lucy and Apollo, he reminded himself. He'd lost two precious people.

He didn't know if he'd ever recover.

I know Happy would never be that mean to Lucy. But I needed a stupid fight. Something ridiculous. Lucy's overreacting again, and kinda blowing it out of proportion. (Though to be fair, Happy DID kinda destroy her stuff.) A relationship has its ups and downs. This was a down. That ended in disaster.