A/N: I do not own either Fairy Tail or The Wizard of Oz.

Sunlight filtering in from the broken window roused Gray from his slumber. Unwilling to get up just yet, he rolled over, trying to fall back asleep. He felt his fingers touch something soft and warm. Acting purely on impulse, he pulled it close and wrapped his body around it. Sighing in contentment, he went back to sleep.

"Poor guy. What a way to go," a girl said, sympathetically. She knelt down and inspected the feet sticking out from under the mansion. Her two companions followed suit, checking for any sign that the feet belonged to Eligor, wizard master of Eisenwald. The tell-tale markings on the limbs confirmed the unfortunate man's identity.

"'Poor guy', Levy? That 'poor guy' attacked Fairy Tail, remember? He totally had it coming. Right, Jet?" her companion said, looking to the other for support.

"Droy's right," Jet acceded, tipping his head slightly in Droy's direction. "He deserved it." He fiddled with his hat distractedly, wondering what circumstances brought this mansion crashing down on the notorious evil wizard of the east.

"Come on, you guys. I mean, can you imagine how it would sound when they put him in the obituary in The Fiore Times? Cause of death: crushed to death under a mansion that fell from the sky," Levy replied.

The three paused for a moment then promptly burst into fits of laughter.

Lucy slowly stirred, her mind groggily running through the recent events.

"Oh, yeah. There was a tornado outside the mansion," she mumbled sleepily.

Then realization hit her like a ton of bricks and her eyes shot open, all traces of sleep gone. She attempted to get up only to find her movement restricted by a pair of toned arms around her waist. She inhaled deeply, trying to calm herself enough so she could think her way out of this situation. Warm breath tickled her nape as her would-be captor sighed in his sleep. This was too much for Lucy.

She pinched one of the arms as hard as she could. He jerked awake, loosening his grip on her in the process. Lucy took advantage of this and extricated herself from him. She got to her feet as quickly as she could. She folded her arms across her chest and glared down at him.

"What exactly did you think you were doing, Gray Fullbuster?" she demanded.

"Ow! Damn it, Lucy. That hurt!" Gray complained, massaging his forearm.

"It's your fault for taking advantage of me in my sleep, you pervert!" she huffed, flicking her blond hair back with a practiced hand. She colored slightly, regretting her spontaneous decision to curl up beside him in the first place. No matter how cold she had been or how worried she was about him, she should have known better. She shook her head at her own foolishness and perched herself on a nearby table, allowing her legs to hang over the edge.

"Taking advantage?" he said indignantly. "It's not like we haven't slept together before!"

"That was way back then! It's not the same and you know it!" she shot back.

"Why?" he asked. He got up and looked at her questioningly.

"Huh? In case you haven't noticed, we aren't kids anymore, Gray," she deadpanned.

"Young ladies like me," she explained, seeing his look of confusion, "can't go around engaging in socially unacceptable behavior with just anybody, especially not her butler. It's not proper."

Gray's expression darkened at her words. He stepped closer and positioned his arms on the wood on either side of her, effectively trapping her. He leaned in as close as he dared.

"Is that all I am to you? Just another servant?" he snapped. He held her gaze with his own unreadable one.

Something in the way he was looking at her right now told her he wasn't just confirming their friendship. She shook her head slightly. This was Gray. There was no way in hell that he can be anything other than her best friend. That's just too unbelievable.

"Why so serious?" she asked, forcing a laugh. "We're friends and your being my butler will never get in the way of that."

He stayed silent for a moment before dropping her gaze. At that moment, she felt like he had been testing her and she had failed horribly. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, when she heard him let out a soft chuckle. He brought a hand up to push his dark locks from his face.

"That's my mistress. I'm glad my lowly status doesn't prevent you from gracing me with your friendship, my lady," he said mock-seriously.

She sighed in relief. He was obviously fine if he was joking around like that. She giggled, glad that he seemed to be back to normal.

"Eep!"

Their heads turned simultaneously towards the sound. There stood in the doorway a girl flanked by two lanky guys. The only striking difference between the guys was that one of them wore a ridiculous-looking hat. All looked mortified, their eyes studiously avoiding the couple in front of them.

"I'm so sorry! We didn't mean to interrupt!" the girl rushed on, her hands gesturing wildly. She abruptly turned to the two guys. The three huddled together, wide-eyed.

"See, Droy! I told you we should have knocked first!" she whispered loudly. She bit her lip and pulled worriedly at a wisp of sky-blue hair that had escaped from her headband.

"How was I supposed to know there were people here? It looked abandoned to me! Besides, the door was open so we couldn't possibly have knocked!" the hatless guy pointed out, failing to keep his voice low.

"So, what do we do now? We obviously interrupted them in the middle of their," the girl paused, trying to find the right word, "'couple time'!" She snuck glances at the barely clad boy leaning familiarly into the fair-haired girl. She silently squealed, her experience with romance novels supplying her with a multitude of possible circumstances that could have led to this.

"Well, obviously we should leave them to continue, um," Jet fidgeted, his face reddening, "'playing'." He fought the urge to pull his hat over his blushing face.

The trio looked at each other. Sensing that none of his companions wanted to be the one to address the two strangers who were currently staring at them with open curiosity, Jet heaved a long-suffering sigh and resigned himself to it.

He cleared his throat, stalling for time. He adjusted his hat self-consciously.

"So, um, I suppose we should leave you to your, uh, 'business'" he stammered. As one, the group began tiptoeing away as fast as they could, their intention to investigate the mansion completely forgotten.

"Who were those guys?" Lucy asked, looking at Gray inquiringly. He just shook his head.

"Door-to-door salesmen. Probably."