Gajeel blinked once. Then twice. And again for a third time, before realising where he was.
He tried to scramble to his feet but immediately felt sick as soon as his head left Levy's lap. The walls were spinning around and bile rose in his throat.
"Gajeel! Slow down, you might have a concussion!" Levy tugged Gajeel's head back down by pulling on his thick hair.
"Ow! Oi, Shrimp, that bloody hurts! Don't go around pulling on Slayer hair, kay? It's precious stuff, our hair." He retorted but nevertheless lay back down.
"I see you are back to normal then," Levy remarked, giggling.
"Shrimp?" Gajeel said, his eyes closed.
"Yes, Chipmunk?" Levy bit back a laugh.
"Oi! Don't call me-Gah! Nevermind..." Gajeel clutched his head against the onslaught of migraines. "What happened to the evil people? My awesome roar got them, didn't it?" He smirked.
Levy smiled slightly at that, her eyes glinting with pride. "Er, actually... um, Istoppedthemboth,". In her shock and embarrassment, Levy's words ran together breathlessly.
Gajeel frowned. "Levy... I can't understand a word you're saying when you talk fast."
Levy took a deep breath and composed herself. "Um, I stopped them both," she repeated much slower, looking into Gajeel's eyes. The Iron Slayer stared back for a few empty minutes before he finally comprehended what she was saying.
"Then don't be too bloody shy to say so! Damn it, Shrimp! If you defeat a two Dark Mages on your own, then freaking say so! Not many mages can do that, idiot..." Gajeel spurt out all of a sudden, causing Levy to jump a little.
The said Mage's cheeks blushed a deep red and a small smile grew on her face. "I did, didn't I?" she said, mostly to herself. Her colour returning back to normal, she slapped Gajeel on the arm. "And don't call me an idiot! You're the idiot for getting yourself hurt and making me save the both of us!"
"Tsch. You didn't need saving," Gajeel replied bluntly. An awkward silence ensued between them.
"I'm feeling better now. Let's go find out what the hell that was all about," Gajeel got up slowly, brushing himself off, before lending a hand to help Levy up too.
"Now where the devil did that frog-man go?" Gajeel searched the room with his eyes.
"Frog-man?" Levy asked nervously, keeping her eye out for any frog-human hybrid.
"You know? The weird historian who kept saying 'yes'. What was his name again?" Gajeel pondered, "Joss? Poj? Jepp?"
"Yes! Yes! I am Jopp!" The mysterious frog-man peered out from under the large mahogany desk and stared warily at the two Fairy Tail Mages.
"Ah! They are gone, good, good." Jopp remarked.
Gajeel raised a studded eyebrow and Levy's mouth opened in surprise.
"You were-"
"What the-"
Both Mages began talking at the same time.
"Were you under the freaking desk this entire time?" Gajeel shouted at the short man.
"Gajeel..." Levy placed a dainty hand on the Slayer's arm, trying to calm him down.
"Er, yes, yes?" Jopp admitted, feeling ashamed. "I'm no fighter. I can't do anything. So I hide, yes? And then they don't find me. I was going to let you hide too!" Jopp tried to make up for his cowardice.
Gajeel only sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with a forefinger and thumb. "Whatever. Just tell us the devil we need to know, and who the hell those Night Omen people were and we're out of here. Got that?" he snapped his fingers under Jopp's nose.
"Yes! I got that! I will get right to it." the historian waddled around his desk before sitting back down on his tall chair. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a pile of parchment and several files before getting comfortable enough to speak again.