Chapter 7

Its come to my attention, that I should let you all know that I'm behind in the series. I haven't made it to the Tartarus chapters yet. I'm on the Lightening Man episode between the games and Tartarus. Therefore there are some things I don't know and I would appreciate if you didn't spoil anything else for me. I'm sorry if you can't enjoy my story because I'm behind. :'( I guess this will be my last chapter until I can catch up some more

Tempest finished her second cup of water and finally started to feel a little more normal. Laxus and the Thunder Legion had been back for a few minutes, and Laxus had made his way over to Tempest and had been sitting quietly next to her.

"So. Were you on a mission?" Tempest asked unable to take the silence any longer.

"No. Training. Kinda like you, only a little less reckless." Laxus finally stated, turning and giving her a meaningful look.

"I... wasn't being reckless. I just thought I had a little bit more left, that's all."

"You're lying. Just like telling everyone you're good enough to be out of bed right now is a lie. I know better." Laxus returned his gaze to behind the bar. "I bet you couldn't even make it back to Fairy Hills. You should ask for help." And with that he stood and went to sit back with his team and Elfman.

Tempest gritted her teeth knowing that he was right, but also that there was no way she would be asking for anyone's help.

It was starting to get late, and no matter how much she drank, Tempest was still weak. Aside from a few wobbly trips to the bathroom, she had yet to leave the guildhall, and she was one of the very few left. Fairy Hills wasn't that far away. Tempest had made it just outside the doors when her knees gave out the first time. She made it back to her feet and pushed on. Fairy Hills was in eyesight when she collapsed again. This time, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get back up. Laxus was right, she was going to end up sleeping on the street. As if the earth could feel how much she was beating herself up, the sky opened up and it began to pour... Tempest laughed, wondering if she was able to get sick from being out in the rain. She curled into a ball to try and keep warm.

"Tch. What were you thinking?" A deep voice came from behind. Tempest was then lifted in the air and was being carried toward her home. Looking back at her rescuer, Tempest felt even more pathetic, because it was Gray. The very reason she was in this state. Or at least that's what she was telling herself.

"I would have been fine on my own you know." Tempest lied again. She'd have to stop that if she wanted anyone to trust her. She couldn't help it though. She just wanted to be strong.

"Just shut up, and let me help you." Gray frowned at her. Tempest relaxed a little into his arms. Might as well. He made it up to her room and allowed her to unlock the door, before laying her on the bed. Then stripping off his shirt he laid beside her.

"Before you whine about it, I used to sleep in Lucy's bed too, so don't read into it. I just don't feel like walking home now." Gray stated, but Tempest was already asleep.