Yo! I have a few things to say.

1. I FINALLY got a day with 0% homework. Yay! SO I'm planning future fanfics. I feel so nerdy. I may also make a linking deviantart for art that goes with my fanfiction (MAYBE)

2. I would like to send a shoutout for reviews. I hate to do this because I don't want to be the type who begs for them, but I would like some feedback please if you'd like. I'll still finish this no matter what! Yay!

3. The Grand Magic Games starts the year Fairy Tail gets back in my fanfic.

Here's chapter 13!

Nobody's Pov

"Yes! We now have the chance to show who is the strongest!"Sting exclaimed, pumping his fists in the air while Lector flew around him. "Where should we train?" Rogue asked Lucy.

"I am going to stay here," Lucy said timidly, afraid of their reactions.

Silence. You could hear a pin drop.

"Why Lucy?" Rogue finally asked, not bothering to hide his bewildered expression.

"I don't believe I need any extra training aside from my usual routine, I'm sorry but I would also like to read about the competitors and get to know their strengths. I do believe it will come in handy. Don't worry about me," Lucy said kindly while trying to reassure the rest of the guild.

It took an hour of persuading until they let her stay. They did agree that she would need no extra training. She was already the strongest in the guild even with two limiters on. One of which sealed half her power magically.

The hours went on as she helped everyone get ready, and sent them off for their training. She was sad. She didn't want to stay. But she knew the research would be helpful.

Lucy would train with each of her spirits on different days. She did her training in the morning while she meticulously studied all of the most powerful members in the most powerful guilds, assuring herself that the weak guilds would be eliminated quickly as to keep down the numbers. She had very quickly learned about all of the magics of many mages, and by the time it was to be when Sting, Rogue, Rufus and Orga returned, she was absolutely ready.

I'm coming for you, Natsu Dragoneel.

Three months had passed. Lucy's point-of-view.

Lucy waited at the platform for a certain train to arrive, she shifted nervously from bare heel to bare heel. She wore one of her white dresses and had her red ribbons tied around her wrists. She sighed as she thought to herself

'It has been three months, eh? I miss you guys. . . I'll protect you, I promise.'

She was jarred from her thoughts as she heard the train squealing into position. She expected to see Sting and the others shamble off from tiredness when the doors opened. Revealing four faces she had missed. They all stood tall and then started tearing up.

"LUCY!" They yelled, even Rogue was giddy as they all went up and hugged their Ace. It truely had been awhile.

"I missed you guys,"Lucy said as she allowed herself to bathe in the warmth of their arms. She had worn only her cloak. Shielding her face from unwanted eyes but allowing those with the Sabertooth logo to see. They were grateful for the upgrade. They walked back to the guild, happily chatting about the last three months. Lucy was perched on Orga's back while everyone else crowded around. After reacquainting themselves they went to their respective homes.

"I'm going to take a shower," Sting said as he walked into the bathroom. Lucy was making welcome back dinner for the dragonslayers while Rogue sat at the table.

I hummed to myself as I was cooking. Rogue had sat down at the table and I was just finishing.

"I missed you, Lucy," He said nervously. Him suddenly speaking caught me off-guard. I stiffened for a second and turned around and smiled at him. I had missed him as well. He blushed, he looked so cute when he blushed. I waited for a second as his lips upturned into a soft smile. I quickly turned around as I felt warmth rushing up to my cheeks. What is this feeling?

I finished up as Sting walked out of the shower without a shirt.

"Put some clothes on!" I yelled as I threw a spoon at him. He quickly ran back to put on a shirt. I chuckled to myself. He never changes.

When he came back out I had set the table with the help of Rogue and we ate in comfortable silence. Sting started a conversation and we quickly found ourselves talking all through the night like we used to.

"What time is it?" Sting asked.

I glanced out the window. "I'd say around 11." I replied.

Sting got up and stretched. "I'm getting tired, could you guys clean up?"

"Sure," Rogue replied as Sting walked to his room with a wave, then shut the door. I slowly got up and brought the dishes to the sink and began to wash them. Rogue helped by drying them and putting them up. I was almost finished when I handed him the second to last dish. He reached for it and our hands touched. I felt warmth rise to my cheeks once again as I scurried back and accidentally dropped the plate. It fell and shattered on the floor around me before I could react. I stuttered an apology and rose slowly to get back up, careful to not cut myself on the broken plate pieces. Rogue had a worried look and started to pick up the shards. "I-I'll help," I stammered and hastily bent to help, but then cut my hand on a piece and grabbed it 'Shit,' I thought as I retracted my hand, blood spilling from the tip. Rogue grabbed my hand and sucked the blood off of my finger. 'Warm,' I thought as I blushed at his actions. "S-sorry," I said as he pulled his head back and locked his red eyes with mine. "It's alright," he said as he finished picking up the pieces and disposed of them. He then bandaged my hand and I muttered a goodnight as I went to my room and closed the door. I then collapsed and thoughts swirled around in my head.

'What's wrong with me? Am I sick?'

'Why did I act so clumsy? Why did my heart speed up? Why did I blush?'

I had never felt this way before. It felt sort of . . . nice.

'Why did I react when Rogue touched me?' I asked myself as I brought my bandaged finger to my face.

I thought more muddled thoughts as I got ready for bed and laid down. I immediately fell asleep as my head hit the pillow.

Rogue and I were moving my research materials into our new study while Sting was getting Orga to help. I was walking with a box of books while Rogue had another stack in his arms. I realized I forgot to see if we had all of them and quickly swiveled on my heel to go check. Rogue was right behind me and my eyes widened as we collided. Our books skidding to the sides as we fell. I had fallen onto the floor and Rogue was on top of me. His knees on both sides of my waist and his palms on the floor on opposite sides of my head. He hovered over me. I blushed.

"I'm sorry Lucy! Are you okay?" Rogue asked. His voice laced with concern as he stared at me worriedly. I started to nod yes when I felt pain on the back of my head and I winced. He noticed and took one of his hands and rubbed the side of my face gently,

"You're hurt. I'm sorry." He said, ashamed.

"I-it is okay Rogue! You did not mean to!" I said reassuringly as I gazed into his crimson eyes. We stared at eachother for a moment before he slowly lowered his head onto mine and my blush darkened. I closed my eyes as I felt his lips touch mine. He kissed me. I kissed back. It was like everything had become clear in that moment. We broke apart and I stared at him. He smiled.

I shot up from my bed and brought my fingers to touch my lips. I had never realized. It was all so clear.

I fell in love with Rogue Cheney.