The heavy breezes and early gentle heats of Summer began moving in as June started to settle in as did the news that Natsu was finally getting the cast removed from his arm as it was deemed fully healed and was to also be in riddance of the ankle brace on the same day. Though this news was the best thing the pinkette had ever heard in such a long time, it didn't stop him from hissing and fighting the minute he was told that he was to be taken to the doctor's office in his long since ignored wheelchair and soon a whole game of hide-and-seek that amazed the Gray on how fast a person with a heavy leg brace could move played out until Gray, having finally lost his patience, gave in and called in Rogue and when the dark haired male stepped in, he immediatly put his foot down and ended it once and for all.

And Natsu knew better then to tell his 'mama' no.

The trip to the hospital was a rather interesting one; though it was always interesting when it down right came to either Gray, Natsu or anyone else in Natsu's family. Once they had reached the office and Owen immediately had them called in, it started out calm enough with usual check-ups before Natsu caused quite the scene the minute the dark haired hippie had a nurse bring in a cast cutter.

Short story all hell was unleashed. *

"GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!"

"Mr. Dragneel, please calm down."

"STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME! YOU- YOU- YOU GOD DAMNED BUTCHERS!"

"Little Phoenix, relax okay- It's just a cast cutter. I'm just going cut your cast off-"

"YOU PLAN TO CUT MY CAST OFF WITH THAT?!"

"Uhh- Yes?"

Owen's answer didn't seem to help in any shape or form as Gray was often used to it doing. Ever since he and Lyon were young and lived with the man, Owen always had this ability to calm and soothe any and all frazzled nerves even the most stubborn ones but it seemed that Natsu was beyond the normal state of panic. Fear was evident in his golden eyes as he desperately tried to escape his chair only to be held down into his wheelchair by his own lover, who somehow lost his shirt in the fray and Rogue, who agreed to accompany the two men to the hospital as a 'safety measure' as Gray put it.

"Natsu! Please! You must calm down!" Rogue pleaded.

"NO!"

"It's not gonna hurt you Natsu," Gray tried to reason, only to have the pinkette struggle even harder, bashing bruises into his pale skin. "Trust me I would know!"

"THE HELL IT WON'T!" He screeched. "THAT THING CLEARLY CAME FROM A TOOLBOX FROM SOME WORK SITE! WHY WOULD YOU EVEN USE THAT FOR MEDICAL PRACTICES?!"

There really was no arguing with that.

It was a small baby-blue hand-held little electric-powered oscillating saw, like one would defiantly find among a box of tools from either a steel mill, power plant, auto body shop and maybe even a construction site. But Owen explained that the cast cutter worked differently from its power tool counterpart; By means of vibration. That one almost had Gray laughing just at the mere thought of the innuendo hidden behind it alone. The "blade" vibrated rather then spun and when it is pushed hard against a hard surface the resistance of the hard surface causes the blade to cut the surface (the cast). Owen also added for reassurance that the blade would halt all actions if it came into contact with flesh. But it seemed that Owen's explanation still didn't easy Natsu's fears.

Gray sighed.

"Natsu. Natsu- Baby- Look at me."

After a while, Natsu complied and opened his eyes, tears evident but not shed. He trembled as he still tried to pull his wrapped arm out of Owen's grasp rather weakly while trying to escape Rogue's grasp. He stared into the gentle gaze of those familiar and comforting dark-blue eyes.

"We need to get that cast off," He took Natsu's other hand into his own. "Owen told you and I guarantee you it won't. I speak from experience. It's not going to hurt you and I won't let it. I promise."

"Promise?" Came that child-like plea as those terrified golden orbs stared hard into calm midnight eyes. "You- You promise?"

Gray smiled as he placed Natsu's hand on his bare chest; Right over his heart.

"I promise."

"Hold me."

Gray blinked, surprised, but none the less complied with his wishes with a small smile. He slowly lowered himself to Natsu's level and gathering him into his arms, holding the pinkette close to his chest and holding his hand as the boy buried his face deep into the crook of the ravenette's neck, trembling. Gray nodded toward Owen, who returned the gesture with trademark smile and carefully took up Natsu's arm once more with the help of the nurse and turned on the device. It hummed and whirred, just like a power tool while more quieter it didn't stop Natsu from flinching, his whole body tensing up and bury himself deeper and deeper into Gray's hold as Gray tightened said hold on the pink haired boy muttering sweet words of comfort. The blade soon came into contact with Natsu's cast, the whirring changed its tune that had the pinkette tremble even harder to the point Gray questioned if the pinkette was suddenly having a seizure as it started with the end toward his forearm and slowly began to work its way up to the palm of his hand where the other end of the cast remained.

"Mmmm..."

Gray could feel and hear the very bones in his fingers break under the intense strength of Natsu's hand as the pinkette clutched it tighter and tighter as the blade moved up further and further on his arm. Gray flinched as Natsu gave his hand another painful squeeze.

Twin Dragons above, how much strength could this kid possess?

After a grueling five minutes, that felt like eons to both Gray and Natsu, the cast finally split in half off of Natsu's arm with a small crack and Owen shut the little cast cutter off and all went silent as he placed the device on top of his desk. Gray could feel the whole of Natsu's body relaxing before he lifted his head and peeked over toward Owen, just as the man was carefully removing the pinkette's arm from his cast with the help of the nurse.

Gray gently rubbed his back. "See? It's all over-"

"Woah! Is- Is that my arm?"

Natsu stared in utter amazement at his now free arm, lifting it a little higher under the light to view properly while Gray, Rogue and Owen chuckled at Natsu's child-like amusement before Owen reached forward and took a hold of the limb and began to gently turn and move the limb in his hands like it was made of glass. While the rest of his body was a slight tan, regaining his color but due to his arm, from wrist to his elbow, having been concealed in a cast for almost three and a half months, it had become a rather sickly pale in color. On the top of his arm was a large scar turned an angry red-pink color after being immediately exposed tp open air that if someone took a sharpie and traced the outline, it would almost look like a comet with its tail.

"Do you feel any pain in your wrist when I move it?"

Owen demonstrated with a gentle move of Natsu's hand, moving it forward and then back before slowly rotating it left then to the right, watching him carefully for any signs of pain or discomfort.

Natsu shook his head. "No."

"Good- Now, does it hurt if I moved or touch your fingers at certain points or angles?"

Owen, with the same amount of equal tenderness that was used with the wrist, began to pull, twist and move each digit around while applying pressure to various points on the long digits. His face never leaving Natsu's. Natsu once again shook his head.

"No."

"Good very good," Owen replied with a nod, cupping and patting the pinkette's hand gently before his warm hand then slid up his the length of Natsu's forearm until it reached the scar. Natsu shivered from the touch. "Does it hurt if I press here?"

Owen took his thumb and gently pressed the very tip of it into the very heart of the scar, where Gray vividly remembered the fractured bone had punctured through it; Where it originally attempted to escape its vessel. Gray shivered as the horrid image kept flashing past his mind's eye.

Natsu flinched. "Yeah... That hurt- A little bit..."

"Hmm..." Owen leaned forward slightly, his tongue between his teeth. "What about the area around the scar tissue?"

"The wha-?"

Owen didn't respond as he began to knead and press the pad of his thumb into various spots on Natsu's arm around the scar. The farther away it was the more likely Natsu was to shake his head but the closer, Natsu nodded.

"Mmm- Yeah... It hurts but kinda like pressing on a bad bruise, hurt."

"That's good," Owen smiled, finally pulling away. "After suffering a fracture like that and having wrapped up for so long, it is normal for you to be feeling a little tender in and around that general area."

"Oh... Ok. So does that mean I don't need to do anything else?" Natsu asked, his large doe-like eyes never leaving Owen's face as they shimmered with hope. "Or need anything else, right?"

"Nope," Owen chuckled as a nurse handed him a clipboard. He pulled a pen seemingly out of nowhere, clicked it and started writing upon the board's surface, "Although, I am going to recommend that you don't do any heavy-lifting for awhile longer- Now let's take a look see at your ankle."

Owen set his pen and clipboard down onto the desk's surface before pushing himself up from his chair and bringing himself down to the ground, sitting on top his legs before the pinkette. Natsu quickly snatched Gray's hand into his own, quite nervous as Owen lifted the hard plastic ankle brace into his lap and began to slowly to unhook the bindings and straps, releasing Natsu's foot. Natsu tighten his hold on Gray's hand, an action that didn't go unmissed by the dark and red haired hippie. He halted, regarding the pinkette with a concerned look.

"Does it hurt?"

Natsu blinked owlishly at him. "What?"

"Does it hurt?" Owen repeated, gently massaging his ankle. "Am I hurting you?"

Natsu bit his lip, flushing in embarrassment before nodding. "A little."

"Hey hey. It's okay, Little Phoenix. It's nothing to be ashamed of," Owen smiled causing Natsu to flush a darker red. "Like your arm, it too, will be a little tender and sore. Heavy-lifting is defiantly going to be a big no-no."

Owen placed Natsu's foot down onto the floor before standing up before the pinkette and smiled. "Can you stand up for me?"

Natsu blinked again. "Uh- What?"

"Can you stand up for me?" Owen repeated. He placed a hand on Natsu's shoulder. "I need you to put weight upon your leg and we're going to see what and how it does. If it hurts you too much you can just tell me then sit back down okay?"

Natsu bit his lip and quickly turned to look at Rogue and Gray with large eyes, silently questioning them if he was allowed. Rogue nodded while he stroked Natsu's hair and Gray squeezed the pinkette's hand.

"You can do it, babe."

Natsu grinned before he pushed himself up and off his wheelchair, onto his legs. There was a certain sense of freedom of being allowed to stand without any restraints that had Natsu's eyes sparkle in delight. He steadied himself and looked to Owen, who smiled and picked up his pen and clipboard, writing upon its surface once more.

"Looks good. Are you feeling any pain?"

"No," Natsu shook his head. "It feels like it made of rubber though."

"That's normal," Owen replied with a smile as he jot down Natsu's words. "Can you do a little walk around for me?"

Natsu beamed brightly at the request before he nodded and took a few steps forward before he decided to walk the length of Owen's entire office. He turned to Owen.

"Anything different?"

"Nope," Natsu replied, looking down at his feet with a small smile. "But my leg is starting to hurt a little bit... After that..."

"Good good."

"How's that 'good'?" Gray asked, completely confused. He was never going to understand this man. "If it's still hurting- then wouldn't that mean the tendon or whatever in his ankle hasn't healed?"

"It could," Owen smiled making Gray frown at him. Why did this guy have to smile at that? Or at all? And at things that sounded dangerous or painful, hell, life-threatening even? "I plan to have him go to a friend of mine in X-ray for confirmation but I want to see how Natsu reacted first... Good news is it seems beign enough."

"This is great!" Natsu chirped before he let out a whoop of joy. "YES! No more wheelchair!"

"What else can he and can he not do?" Rogue asked. "Clearly, yes, he can walk fine now and he can't lift heavy objects but should there be anything more he shouldn't do for a while?"

"Other then heavy-lifting, no but I would also not recommend doing any exercises that involve any jumping or running around," Owen mused as he flipped through the papers on his clipboard. "To reacquire his now healed limbs with his normal lifestyle, have him do simple stretches for ten minutes each day when he wakes up and have him go on walks to nearby places. See what he does."

"So I still have to be babied?" Natsu asked, looking crestfallen. "What? Are you kidding me?"

"It's only going to be for another week," Owen chuckled. "I promise. But let's see what Stefan at X-rays says first, okay?"

Natsu huffed, puffing his cheeks out and folded his arms across his chest in a rather childishly manner. "Fine."

"The week's gonna fly by before you know it," Owen chuckled, "And then you'll never have to babied again."

"Yeah whatever."

That trip to the doctor's ended on such a good note that when Gray and Rogue decided to share the news with both Fairy Tail and Sabertooth that in turn decided to share the news with Lamia Scale and any and all other allied units, everyone in Fairy Tail was beyond ecstatic. But none more could be happier then Gray and Natsu.

Both for seperate reasons.

Stefan in X-rays had confirmed that Natsu's tendon had indeed healed fine and that there was no complications from what he saw in the photo but like Owen, he didn't recommend anything wild or crazy for the next week. Natsu actually, for what had to be in the first time in Fairy Tail history was willing to comply with both doctors' orders simply because it meant, to him, that he was no longer going to be confined to either a chair or a bed and was going to be allowed outside. Natsu didn't even argue or attempt to bite Gray's head off when the dark haired male told him that he was still going to need his babysitters for awhile longer.

Gray was, at first, not happy because during the entirety of Natsu's recovery Jeremy still remained at large and not been heard or seen from within that timeline and Gray didn't have the heart to tell Natsu that Jeremy was still out there. But that was quickly wiped from his mind by their visit to the doctor's and replaced with another plan. A plan he could set into motion; A plan he had been working on for an entire year and wanted to begin the minute he got home from his mission that day only for Jeremy and Montoya to come into the picture and almost ruin it for him.

But not now.

Not today.

"Say- How about we celebrate your clean bill of health tonight?" Gray suddenly said. "Ya' know- Just for the sake of it?"

He had an idea on how he wanted his 'plan' to fall through now as he pushed the vacant wheelchair, Natsu walking beside him cradling his arm while fingering the scar. He had to pull Rogue to the side after they walked Natsu to X-ray and had to talk to him and found out Rogue had told Natsu that in honor of his full recovery he plans for a nice dinner for the both of them. Nope.

Not anymore he wasn't.

"How?" Natsu asked, blinked. He looked to Rogue. "I thought Rogue was gonna cook us something special..."

"Not tonight," Rogue smiled, waving his hand. He was explained and shown the 'plan'. "Tomorrow night I will. I promise."

"Oh- Okay." Natsu shrugged before grinning like an idiot. "So- What did you want to do then?"

"I was thinking of a nice dinner- and maybe a movie," Gray hummed, face turning a faint pink. "You know, romantic-"

"Why 'romantic'?" Natsu asked. "What's so 'romantic' about me being finally healed?"

Gray was giddy.

Natsu wasn't suspecting a thing!

"It just is... For me..."

"Okay then," Natsu shrugged, shaking his head. He blushed. "You're weird you know that right?"

"So I've been told-"

"So what did yo-"

It was then Gray's phone decided to go off almost ruining the 'perfect' moment before Gray received the best news in the entire land of Fiore that put him into even higher spirits.

"We found Jeremy! Scarlet spotted the bastard outside the outskirts of Hargeon near so run-down old business warehouses and chased him down!" Laxus told him. "He's holed himself up into one of the old warehouses. We could really use you like, right now!"

"On my way." He turned quickly to Rogue and Natsu, hung up his phone before he placed his hands on Natsu's shoulders kneading them gently. "Babe, I have got-"

"They got him?" Natsu asked, eyes sparkling with hope. "You finally got him?"

"We got him!" Gray confirmed, grinning. "Listen, I'm gonna have Rogue drop you off at home and you go get dressed really nice okay? I'll have Freed meet you at home and look after you till I get home."

"Are you gonna kill him?" Natsu asked, a dark smile etched on his face. "Beat him brutally?"

"Oh~ You know it, baby."

"Then go," Natsu smiled, placing the palm of his hand to Gray's cheek. "Go and get him! Make him pay... Unleash hell."

Gray smiled, nuzzling into the warm flesh before he removed it from his face and planted a kiss on the palm before leaning forward and claiming those petal pink lips into a sweet kiss.

"Stay safe."

"I will if you promise that you will too," Natsu smiled, nuzzling noses. "I love you."

"Love you too. See you at 8."

"See you."

Natsu watched as his lover sprinted down the hall leaving both Rogue and Natsu at the hospital door, toward the parking garage. Natsu smiled as he felt Rogue stand behind him and place his hand upon his shoulder and the pinkette placed a hand on top.

"Make him pay."

Gray reached the sight of the warehouse within record time that surprised even him. He quickly fixed in a radio earpiece to his ear and pulled on a bulletproof vest while hooking his gun holster to his hip as he jumped out of the truck he was currently borrowing from Lyon and quietly moved toward the cluster of abandoned and desolate warehouses. He located the others fairly fast and moved toward them before he plastered himself against on one side of the wall alongside Laxus and Erza. He quickly rearranged the earpiece in his ear to make sure it was secure and pulled his gun out of the holster on his hip, checking his gun.

"What do we got?"

"We've got him trapped inside warehouse number 6," Laxus replied, a dark smile painted on face as he cocked his gun. "There's been some banging and scrapping, so we think he's trying to barricade himself in. Try and keep us away from him."

"Heh, the good that'll do him," Gray sneered. "Where's Gajeel?'

"At the door, waiting for us so we can begin," Erza nodded toward the warehouse entrance. "Natsu's home safe?"

"Yeah," Gray answered, cocking his gun. "Rogue's escorting him home. He'll be with Freed tonight."

"Good good," Erza slowly began to creep toward to the entrance followed by Gray. "Shall we?"

"Hell yeah," Gray smirked. "Let's go."

Gray moved toward the front of a large and rusted door followed closely by Erza and Laxus. They halted right outside the door, next to Gajeel who was leaning against it and wore a look that was beyond what could be considered giddy. He motioned for the three of them to come closer to his position.

"You ready?"

"Yep. After you."

"Gi hi."

With strength that Gray had thought would be impossible for a mere human body to possess, Gajeel took a step back, away from the warehouse door, rotating his shoulders and rolling his neck before took another step back before he dashed forward and smashed the door down with his shoulder. Erza dashed in, halting a few feet inside near the door as Gajeel took another step back to regain his composure, rubbing his shoulder of the pain it now gained. Laxus and Gray waited, holding their breaths as the red haired woman looked their way and nodded before proceeding, with her gun raised, to move deeper into the semi-dark hallway followed by the other four. They could hear the sounds of hard objects being thrown against a cemented wall further down the dimly lite hall.

She halted right by another large door, plastering her back to the nearest wall as the others followed suit. The banging and clattering grew louder followed by a small humming sound. She raised her gun, one finger to her lips and held it close to her head.

"Jeremy Valmen!" Erza called down the hall. "Fairy Tail! Surrender! NOW!"

There was no reply, the noises just continued.

"Turn yourself in, Valmen," Erza continued, pointing her gun at the door. "Don't make this any worse for yourself then it already is."

Still no response.

Erza narrowed her eyes into slits and turned to Gajeel, jabbing her head toward the door earning her a nod from the dark haired male. He quickly but quietly moved forward and halted in front of the door and turned to the scarlet haired woman who nodded once more. Gajeel smirked before he raised his foot and brought it crashing into the rather weak door, knocking it clean off its hinges. Erza quickly dashed in, gun raised followed by the others into a large room that was not only poorly lite but was also cluttered with various items ranging from large wooden planks, stray metal rails, paint cans, boxes and barrels. There was a paint can dangling from the ceiling with a couple handfuls of scrap metal inside, swinging and banging against the wall weakly with the metal clattering noisily inside. In the center was a large beaten chair with a dark silhouette of someone sitting in it.

Erza looked to Gray, who nodded and moved forward, gun raised as Erza called out into the darkness once more. "Jeremy Valmen."

There was still no answer as Gray continued crept forward, lowering his gun as he reached a free hand forward and placed it onto the back of the chair. He looked behind him, toward the other three as they raised their own weapons and aimed it right at the back of the chair, Erza nodded. Gray spun the chair around and quickly jumped back along with the other three, out of the line of fire and raised his own weapon only to be greeted with a flickering pale light that hummed on and showed them the sight of a worn crash test dummy sitting in the chair instead of the person they sought, followed by a message written in black paint that had all of them nearly drop their guns and stare in horror;

YOU SLIPPED FULLBUSTER

* = Natsu's experience with the cast cutter was actually based off my own experience when I broke my arm (not like how Natsu did and granted, I was like what? 6?) and I came in to have it removed with the cast cutter. It's quite scary cause they do sorta look like something you would see in your dad's tool box.

I figured Natsu would lose his shit no matter how old he was and when it came to doctors.