The sun is just barely reaching its peak in the sky when a large burst of water breaks Lucy's focus from her notebook. She had the day to herself for once, so she thought she ought to make use of the spare time and start drafting out the next chapters of her book. Fate, however, seems to have different plans for her, if the waterworks just outside her window say anything. The obnoxiously large splash snaps her head to her window just in time to see the water droplets fall from the sky like a small moments rain. Somehow, she suspects this is the work of a very bored Natsu. Oh she can just picture it, Natsu asking Happy to fly him high in the sky, just to drop him to the water below. And for what? Surely he wouldn't attempt the worlds largest cannon ball right outside her apartment for a reason that doesn't involve her.

"Stupid flame brain..." She grumbles out loud to herself. "Oh but that river isn't that deep..." Her voice quickly turns from annoyed to concerned when the realization crosses her mind. With a huff, she sets down her notebook and turns to kneel just at her window. No signs of his little blue partner in crime anywhere, as far as she can tell. The waters too murky to see beneath the surface from here, but she certainly doesn't see his little pink head emerging anywhere. That idiot!

Before she can even blink shes slipping on a pair of boots and hurrying down to the sidewalk below, in all her fuzzy pajama pants and tank top glory. She quickly jogs to the edge and leans over it, eyes flicking here and there in search of a body. Seriously, that stupid cat would be pretty damned useful right about now. Shes about to just start calling the things name, ignoring the fact that this might not be Natsu at all, but the blurry figure just beneath the current catches her attention before she can open her mouth. She can feel her heart sink at the sight of the motionless form. She swallows thickly and frantically searches around for someone, anyone, but no one happens to be walking by. She groans and climbs up to perch on the elevated stone slab, mentally bracing herself.

She could have sat there for hours and she still wouldn't have been prepared for the disgustingly wet feeling of the thick fuzz of her pants alone.

The blonde is about as graceful as a bird in a hurricane as she feels blindly beneath the waters surface. By the time her hands find his arm shes already desperate for air, and he sure as hell is not coming up easily. She pushes herself off the rocky bottom of the canal and tugs him along up with her. Lucy's lungs gasp in the much needed air, her thin arms holding on the him for dear life. Her eyes open to long strands of soaked blond hair in her vision, but even with the obscured sight she easily notices the lack of pink hair. In its place are short maroon locks. She almost looses her grip in surprise. What the fuck was some guy doing falling from the sky, into the canal just outside her house no damned less? And how the fuck is his hair not wet? Lucy struggles to tug the seemingly lifeless body down the stream to the small staircase leading back up to land. Wait, he isnt breathing.

'Oh my Mavis okay dont panic CPR, give him CPR. Ohhh i dont know how to give CPR! I just breath into his mouth yea?" Lucy mentally panics all the while dragging him onto the bottom stair. She quickly moves her hair back as she moves over him, her heart refusing to beat for just a moment. She can practically feel the pounding of the poor organ in her ears as her chocolate eyes scan over the scarred face.

Cobra...

Her organs seem to jump in surprise right along with her as she scrambles up to a shaky stand. He's supposed to be in prison for no doubt many more years to come, what would he be doing out in Magnolia? She swallows thickly and crouches down beside him, trembling all the while for reasons she cant begin to put into words. This is the same man that had tried to sacrifice her to a damned clock. But, he was also the man who helped them out during the dragons attack and willing turned himself back in to continue his punishment, if memory serves her. Now, he's laying just outside her house with a alarming lack of vital signs. She checks his neck, wrist, and even goes as far as to place a hand over his chest, she cant feel any signs of a heartbeat.

'Virgo! Please, is there anything you can do?' Lucy clamps her eyes shut and tries to mentally connect to the spirit.

"Princess, is everything alright? You feel panicked." The every loyal maid comes puffing to life just beside her.

"I-i think he's dead.. He was dropped in the river and he's just not breathing. I know he's done a lot of terrible things but would you please go get Wendy? I'd never forgive myself if..." She lets her words trail off, not wanting to even finish the sentence. She falls to a kneel beside him, picking up his wrist and feeling for a pulse. It was wishful thinking, but she was hoping maybe his heart just decided to beat again.

"Virgo!" Lucy shouts when the maid steps into him. She can only stare in shock where her feet fell through, mouth ajar.

"I-I'm afraid I'm lost here princess.." The under dressed girl scans out into the river, as if hes... not even here. An invisibility spell? No, she can see him. This doesn't make sense and every moment wasted widdles down his chance at life. But if this happens to be some sick illusion.. Yea, that seems a lot more likely. That would explain why he isn't wet.

"Virgo.. Can you look around? See if there's anyone suspicious around? Dont forget the sky too" Despite the fear hammering at her heart, telling her he's really here and dead, she's forced to consider all other options. Virgo gives an obedient, albeit confused, nod and takes off don under the already crumbling stone, the hole she drills only adds to the pile of hazards. She sighs and drops Cobra's hand.

He looks so much like him, not that she is very familiar with his features. She cant help but let her hand gingerly brush away the fringe of hair laying across his single eye. You know, he doesn't look like such an asshole when his face is all lax like this. Lucy shakes her head to be rid of any creepy or perverted thoughts before they can manifest. In all honesty, she believes Cobra isn't that bad. He was just doing as he was told, he was always working under someone or another. She refuses to believe he is the sadistic cold blooded criminal he was imprisoned of being.

"No suspicious figures i can spot, princess" Lucy isnt sure when her spirit had returned, and how she covered the area that fast, but suddenly shes behind her once again.

"Thank you Virgo. I.. Um, you can go." Lucy lets her mind linger a little more than necessary on the whole dead Cobra topic. Half of her wants to drag him up to her apartment and see if he happens to disappear at some point, or wakes up. The other half wants to be nowhere near him, in fear of the latter option.

She sits there next to him on the cracked stone for a short while, staring blindly off at the limp body. She lets her hand gently touch his forearm. You know, she never seen magic like this. She can touch him, feel the chill of his body compared to her own. She doesnt stop herself from picking up his wrist again and just examining it.

Just then, his ring finger twitches, making her throw her hands back and squeak as if in a moments notices his going to sit up from the dead and slaughter her. She scurries to a stand, stepping back a few inches too far and toppling back into the river below. She was just getting dry too! The flustered blonde flaps blindly and hacks out the water that washed up her nostrils in the fall.

"Stupid one eyed asshole!" She curses the whole drag back up onto land. He isnt even physically here and he's still fucking up her day. Really, she probably just was seeing things. She probably didnt even see his fingers move at all! Oh but what if they did though?

She runs her hands back through her now soaking wet hair and stomps up the stairs.

'Screw it! I need a hot bath..'

'Stupid Mavis damned snake fucker and his 12 million layers of clothes. I bet thats why he weighs so much. Or he has several snakes wrapped around his body beyond that ridiculous turtleneck of his.' The all too vivid thoughts is what drives Cobra out of his very unpleasant sleep. He stirs, only to have his back dropped down against a rough feminine scream That erupts soon after certainly doesnt help the ever present headache throbbing at his skull. If memory serves, he was just falling from the sky into some body of water. Now he's waking up to some girl screaming and complaining about his weight?

'Oh my fucking gosh he's actually moving, i know i said i hoped he wasnt dead but come on i have a live and moving killer in my fucking kitchen!' The panicked scrambling about his almost entertaining, but the fact he's pretty much at the Satan's mercy is kinda a mood killer.

His eye cracks open to reveal a not so interesting ceiling. Its not blood red and searing into his eyes, so he's say this is a step above hell already.

"D-dont move, im not afraid to hurt you." His eyes lower to his side to see a very familiar blond backed against a counter, frying pan in hand as if its the most menacing thing. For fucks sake, they're in a kitchen, grab a damned knife.

"Yes you are" He snorts in a matter-of-fact tone. There's something familiar about her, and he cant quite place it yet. It isn't until she takes several hesitant steps towards him does he notice the pink fairy tail mark on her hand. Not-so-found memories of the infinity clock spark up, leaving a bad taste in his mouth. Shit like this makes him realize just why he was executed.

"I saved your life, you could at least show a little kindness!" Saved his life? He doesn't have a life anymore to save. Even so, it doesn't matter if she dragged his ass out the depths of hell herself and made Satan resurrect him, he still wouldn't bother with any form of courtesy.

"Oh? Let me guess, you pulled me out of the water? How heroic." He mutters sarcastically. He has to admit, hes a little disappointed that she didn't show any fear when he sits up, but then he remembers the stupidity that literally is the fairy tail guild. Knowing that band of overly peppy asshats, she probably believes that if need be she can just slay him with a wave of her key and the power of friendship.

'What a dick..'

"Okay fine, if your gonna be rude about it you can just leave" She huffs. Oh he would fucking love to. If this is who Satan wants him to deal with he's quicker hang himself. Blondie here sees a criminal falling from the sky and her first thought is 'i better save this asshole'? Not only that, she dragged him up into her house. Really, she's just asking to just killed at this point.

"Ever occur to you that i might just kill you?" He has to know. Truth be told its been so long since he had the opportunity to mess with someone, though something tells him that blondie here and her pack of fairies isn't going to give him much in the way of entertainment.

"Yes. But you dont seem like the type to kill without reason. That would just be stupid" Does she even hear herself? He's killed hundreds just for the simple fact that he felt like it, what makes her any different? He would kill her just for interfering in his plans, better yet, for calling him a snake fucker.

"Thats a fuckin joke. I got plenty of reason with the amount of times you shitheads got in my way." he pushes himself to a stand and lunges at her. Only, his magic refuses to obey him and her frying pan is quicker than his hand. He growls when it makes contact with the side of his head and stumbles back. He can hear the frantic pounding of her heart as she takes several steps back. Yet she remains in a fighting stance with that hunk of metal slung over her shoulder like a bat.

"Why dont you just use your magic then, if you wanted to kill me you probably could have done it from the floor!" He has to admit, she's got flare. As idiotic as it may be, shes still standing there prepared for a fight despite her mind telling her to run.

He looks down at his hand, willing his magic to appear yet it doesnt. Fucking fantastic. Why can he still hear her if he's not even allowed to use his poison.

'If only you weren't a stubborn child, you would know your forbidden to use you magic with ill intent' As the deep voice fills his head he cant help be roll his eyes.

"Oh shut the fuck up" He groans out loud, barely righting himself after that blow. As if his head hasn't suffered enough..

"Excuse me?" She scoffs, clearly not hearing the asshole.

"Oh its just your lucky day, i cant fucking hurt you." He takes a step to walk past her only to have her shove the pan against his chest to back him up.

"What do you mean you cant hurt me?" She steps in front of him before he can just walk around her. As if his day didnt start off bad enough, now he's being pressed for information by a damp blonde in fuzzy panda pants. Oh how far he has fallen. He just wants to leave this damned town before he's subjected to any more bullshit.

'Hm. I should mention your prohibited to stay within a certain distance of her. You doubt my capabilities.'

This is bullshit! Why him? Why not some other sick fuck? He's sure theres a long line of sadistic assholes just like him who'd be more than willing to be leashed to a busy blonde, surely this devil could find someone else easily. Cruel and unusual doesnt even begin to describe this punishment.

"Nothing. Hey, how does genocide sound? Ever wanted to kill anyone? Its easy, you should try it sometime. Preferably soon." He couldn't give less of a shit about the deep melodic chuckle that fills his head, he wants to be done with this. If catering to Satan doesn't warrant any of his fucks, the petrified stare the blonde gives him sure doesnt either.

"Um, no! Your sick if you think i'd ever do something like that.." He rolls his eye at her offended tone. Well, he cant say he didn't try. She's never going to fall off her goody two shoes pedestal so there's no point in even trying right?

'Seems like your in for quite the challenge, Erik'

Rather than staying with the blonde, which is already proving to be irritating with the sheer amount of questions buzzing around her mind, he decides to test the distance he can walk from her.

"Hey, wait you havent even told me what you were doing falling from the fricken sky" She gestures absurdly at the ceiling.

"Can you just stand still for two minutes?" His harsh tone earns him several vulgar mental objections from her, but she stops right there in the kitchen door. "Okay? Why?" Again with all the questions.

'Maybe being cooped in that cell for years drove him insane..'

"Just stand there" He groans and quickly finds his way to her front door.

"Hey! Where-"

"Stay" He commands one last time, genuinely surprised when she actually listens. As far as he can tell her fear of him left when he told her he couldnt hurt her. She cant honestly be that gullible can she? Actually, he doesnt doubt that. The real question is, being so disgustingly trusting, how the fuck is she still alive.

He ponders the question longer than he should as he walks down the pavement. He actually makes it off her street entirely before slamming into an invisible wall. Pushing against it, punching it, it does nothing. He doesnt know the exact measure, and the devil doesn't bother to tell him apparently, but its a good enough distance to be able to keep away from her. This magical barrier starts to move back towards him, probably from her moving. He cant help but wonder what would happen if, say, he got smashed between it and an actual wall. If he's lucky, the answer is death.

He finally begins his walk back after a minute or two.

'Fucking asshole!' Is the first thing he hears of her when he gets close enough.

'Virg- Oh great. What do i even say? Oh hey yea i just saved a major criminal and took him into my house but whoops i kinda lost him so the whole town just might be in danger?' Her thoughts are the only thing he has to entertain himself, since anyone else half as interesting doesn't seem to be close enough to hear. He wouldn't admit it but her soul is much more lively and entertaining than most peoples. If anything, thats the only plus to having to be near her of all people. Coming to think of it, he cant even remember her name. Something with an L. Lizzy? Laina?

Why does he even care?

He takes the easy way in and climbs up to her windowsill. True to her nature, her window was left wide open. She's just asking to get killed or raped huh? Maybe thats why she leaves the thing open, she has a thing for being taken against her will. Or maybe the little blonde thinks she can actually handle herself should an intruder attack her. He chuckles to himself and hops inside. He cant decide which is funnier.

It had actually slipped his mind that she was a celestial mage, so when he comes back in to see a man in large cat ears crossing his arms in front of her, for a moment he's actually surprised.

"Really really its nothing" She laughs nervously and waves a hand to dismiss whatever topic he had previously brought up. He can only wonder if he's visible to others as he slowly steps into the kitchen. Those creepy ass cat ears twitch in his direction, denying Cobra's assumption of them being fake.

"Im starting to think you haven't been getting enough sleep, princess" The lions head turns in his direction and his eyes survey the area. He isnt one to be frozen in fear but he damn well doesnt make a move until the glorified kittens turns his head back to his master

Wait.. Did he just call her princess?

"Haha! Yea that must be it! Im just... So tired. I should take a nap" Her yawn couldnt be more obviously forced, but the cat seems to buy it enough to bid her a farewell- along with a very sudden kiss to the back of her hand -and puff back to wherever the fuck she stores those things.

"What are you doing!" She hisses no sooner than he leaves, revealing the frying pan she had hidden behind her back.

"What, didnt i say id be back?" He thoroughly enjoys the way he seems to easily upset her. No if he only had a way of forcing fear into the mix he might actually have some fun here.

"Yea but why? Why cant you hurt me? Why were you falling from the mavis darned sky, and WHY are you HERE? I mean, for someone who was supposed to be in jail hundreds of miles away, YOU SURE AS HELL AINT" She wails with a very pathetic throw of the frying pan. His unamused eye rolls. Usually when a normal person drags a cold blooded criminal out of the river and up into their apartment- No, nevermind. normal people just dont drag criminals into their kitchen. But if they did, their first course of action probably wouldnt be to swing around a frying pan like its excalibur and scream bloody mary for answers.

Then again, Fairy Tail is eons away from normal.

"I have my reasons"

"And they are...?" Her doe brown eyes glare expectantly.

"Not your business" Needless to say that ticks her off. He isnt sure if he should back up or try and defend himself when she inches herself towards him. The fact he actually considers the running option seriously concerns him.

"Is it so hard to just explain?" Her voice is eerily calm, differing greatly from her soul.

"No, just dont want to

"Your a prick"

"Thanks for noticing"

"Can you at least tell me why you cant hurt me? If the magic council gave you any kind of-"

"No"

"Wait was that no to the first question or the magic council thing?"

"Shouldnt ask two questions at once blondie"

One minute, he's watching the fire in her eyes and the burning rage in her soul, the next hes taking a cutting board to the side of the head. Somewhere in that jumble of emotions and lines of thought, he heard that one coming. Truth is, he's just to mentally exhausted to do anything but let the blow send him stumbling to the floor. If the impact of the wood didn't already send him on the way to unconscious ave, the contact with the floor sure sent him under.

A/N: Yea I didnt put everything i wanted to in this chapter ive been lazy. But to be fair the new episodes of Sherlock were put on nexflix, so obviously i just had to rewatch the entire show along with them.

Anyways, second chapter. I feel like Lucy is a little OOC? If you notice any of the characters going ooc it'd be nice if you left a review on it and how you think they should be ((I like hearing others thoughts on how a character should act in a given situation)) Next chapter should be a bit more interesting hopefully TvT

Thanks for reading ! 3