"Midsummer's Night Dream?"

"Pucks a badass and Titania's a cheating bitch."

"Romeo and Juliet?"

"One helluva weekend."

"Macbeth?"

"Witchcraft, murder, crazy ass chicks, what could go wrong?"

Levy blinked. "I may have underestimated you, Gajeel." She signed. "I apologize for that."

"Thou mak'st faults graces that to thee resort. As on the finger of a throned queen, the basest jewel will be well esteemed." Gajeel replied, causing Levy to raise her eyebrows even higher.

"Who are you," She signed slowly, her eyes never leaving his. "And what did you do to Gajeel?"

"Yeah, you say that now," He grunted out. "Just don't tell anyone about this. Okay?"

Levy nodded. Satisfied, Gajeel regained compousure as to the topic that brought about this small escapade. "You said there was a book in the library?"

"Oh, yeah," Levy signed. "I'd go get it but it's too heavy for me to carry."

Gajeel stood, pushing his seat back to allow this movement, and motioned for her to do the same. "Well then," He said. "I guess I'll just have to help you now won't I?" Levy rolled her eyes as she hurried after him, taking quick steps to catch up.

They went down the hall, Gajeel with his long strides and Levy hastening to keep pace. Conversing was fairly pointless so they went in silence. Rounding a corner brought on an odd sight.

In the middle of the hallway, Erza and Mira stood barricading the way from a well-statured man in a brown suit. He wasn't nessesarily fighting his way through but he did look very imposing. He was facing them and Gajeel had seen the look in his eye too many times from his own father.

Erza and Mira had their arms set frimly across their chests, backs straight and shoulders back, pulling them up to their full heights. The black haired teen was suddenly very glad he wasn't on the receiving end of their no doubt deadly glares. The man's mouth moved, forming words he didn't quite catch but ti was short and firm, he could tell that much.

Mira answered first. "Dr. Dreyar's office is on the other side of the building, sir." Her voice losing all traces of the sweetness she held in therapy or around the patients. "If you like," She continued, "I could take you there." The message behind her words were clear, 'Buzz of, or I will make you.'

Now nearer to the trio, Gajeel was able to distinguish the man's words. "I'm afraid that won't be neccesary," The man said sternly, his voice assured he would get what he wanted. "Now if you would please clear the way, I have someone to see."

"Sir," Erza said. "I'm afraid the only people you would be able to see in this wing are patients." She opened her mouth to continue, but was cut off.

"Unfortunately," The man said, anger now bubling beneath his sharp features. "I am in fact here to see a patient."

"What patient would that be?" Mira inquired, her maternal instincts kicking into overdrive.

"My daughter." The man spat as if the word itself repulsed him. "The infernal wretch. Pitiful, really, she had such potential."

Gajeel, deeming it now neccesary to intervene before the man wound up dead, stepped froward with Levy right behind him. "Sir," he said caustiously, but with a bote that showed his displeasure towards the man. "May I ask the girl's name?"

The man looked him over, obviously finding Gajeel's ripped jeans and tight shirt not to his liking. "I believe her name was Lucy."

"You believe?" Erza hissed. "She's your own bloddy daughter and you believe her name is Lucy? What kind of a father are you?"

"One that wishes to speak with his pitiful excuse for a daughter promptly and without interruption. Now, if you would lead me to her I would greatly appreciate it."

Gajeel doubted.

Mira unfolded her arms, balling her fists at her sides. "We will do no such thing. I would be more than glad to escort you to Dr. Dreyar's office so that you may discuss your displeasure with him. However, if you wish not to see him I have no choice other than to politely ask you to leave. Now."

The man kept his position, weighing his options. "Fine," He said at last, turning to leave. "However," He continued with his back turned to them. "Tell Lucy to be expecting my visit."

Finally he left and Erza and Mira turned to Gajeel and Levy. Erza sighed, her arms falling to her sides. "Sorry about that, you two." She said. Gajeel waved her away and turned to Levy who was tugging on his shirt. He cast her a curious glance and she signed out, "Was that Lu-chan's father?" To the three of them.

Mira answered ruefully, "I'm afraid so, Levy." SHe said softly, "I'm afraid so."

Lucy finally cracked her eyes open, succumbing to the fact that she was in fact awake. She sat up, the soft woolen blanket pooling at her waist. Natsu was no longer in her bed, most likely gone to the cafeteria for food. Looking around her alcove she saw something that made her do a double take.

Near the edge of the curtain, shrouded by a tangle of electrical chords, crouched Gray. His face was tainted with fear and something that looked like... lipstick?

"Gray?" She called out tentatively. He flinched at the sound and turned slightly widened eye to her. "Hi, Lucy." He whispered, making her strain to read his lips. "What's up?"

"Why are you in here?" she signed. The boy shivered in fear, making her cock her head to the side.

"J-Juvia found a, a bottle in the recroom. And-and I tripped. And, and, and, and," He continued the word over and over as if prolonging the result. Having enough, she signed sharply, "And what, Gray?"

"Bottle, spinning, ropes, lipstick." He screamed.

Lucy sighed. Pitiful, really, I mean come on. What could've possibly been this scary?

In another room a dark haired woman sat in a dimly lit room. Candles flickered arouund her as she layered her lip over and over with a thick layer of blood red lipstick. The flickering light danced across her face as she stood lipsly, her shoulders crooked and arms lip as the lipstick rolled from her hand to the floor, splattering it with red.

She hobbled to the door, her eyes wide and pupils narrowed as she howled out a blood chilling mooan.

"Gray-sama."