Wasn't sure I was going to get this one done in time. I've been a lazy bitch lately! lol But thankfully, inspiration struck me this morning, and I was able to nail it out with no problem. I even have ideas for the next one. :D Oh and Nicole4211 read over this and said it doesn't suck, so if it does, blame her. lol

So without further ado, here's my submission for Day 1!

Hiro Mashima owns Fairy Tail.

September 1st - Cold

The sun was slowly dipping down behind the trees when Lucy made her way to Gray's house. She'd spent the entire day at the guild, and it had taken her no time at all to realize that the ice mage wasn't there. As time went on, she'd grown more concerned. It wasn't like Gray to spend the whole day away from the guild when they weren't on a job.

So, when it was time for her to head home, she'd turned left instead of right and headed off in search of her friend. Maybe he'd just decided to take the day off from the craziness of the guild, but she knew she wouldn't be able to rest if she didn't know for sure.

Minutes later, she walked up the steps to his house and knocked on the door. She waited somewhat impatiently for a response, and when she heard the click of the lock, she smiled. Everything was okay. He must have just wanted some quiet time.

But when the door swung open, and Gray showed his face, Lucy couldn't help but notice the thick blanket wrapped tightly around his shoulders. "Oh...hi," she said uncertainly.

The dark-haired man gave her a questioning look. "Hey Lucy."

"Are you...okay?" She'd never seen Gray so covered. Usually the man was barely holding onto his underwear.

"Not really. I'm cold."

Lucy's eyes widened, and then she laughed. "Are you kidding?" Gray was cold. What a laugh. The man could sit naked in the snow and still swear it was hot.

"No," he sighed, a shiver working its way down his body. "I'm not. I'm sick."

"Oh..." Lucy's mouth fell open in disbelief. In the time she'd known Gray, she'd never once seen him catch even the common cold. For him to admit to being sick, he must be feeling bad. "Well, then let's get you back to bed. I'll make you some tea."

Lucy bustled him back from the doorway, and herded him back to his bedroom, pushing him gently back into bed. She didn't like the idea of him being here by himself when he was so ill. No one should be alone when they were sick, that's what her mother always said. So, ignoring his protests, she bundled him beneath his covers and moved to the kitchen to start some soup and tea.

Thankfully, Gray was like her in the grocery department, his refrigerator stocked nicely with chicken and plenty of vegetables for a hearty chicken soup. She nodded and got to work on her cure-all for feeling under the weather.

Some time later, she filled a steaming bowl and grabbing Gray's tea, headed back toward his bedroom. She found him curled in on himself, his face buried beneath the covers, and his body shaking lightly. She frowned at this. She'd been hoping that getting him under the covers would have helped with that.

Leaning forward, she set the tea and soup on the table next to the bed and pulled up a chair. "Gray," she said softly, setting a hand on his shoulder to wake him.

He came to quickly, too quickly for him to be resting well, and Lucy sighed. Maybe the soup would help. "Here, I've got you some soup."

Gray glanced down at the proffered bowl and reached out to take it, but his hands shook so badly that Lucy pushed him back. "Here, let me."

"You don't have to do this, Lucy," he said, his brow knitting in discomfort at her going out of her way. "I'm sure I'll be fine on my own."

"You'll be doing no such thing. I'm happy to help. Now, open up."

With that, she lifted the spoon to his mouth, and gaining Gray's compliance, began feeding him. It was slow going, but Lucy didn't mind. She was just pleased to see a bit of color coming back to his face. Now, if only those tremors would go away.

The moment he finished his soup, she reached for the warm cup of tea, and with a little help from Gray, helped him drink a healthy bit. "There, that should make you feel a bit better."

"Thanks, Lucy..." He yawned amidst another shiver and once more burrowed under the thick blankets. "Just leave it," he said as Lucy grabbed for the empty bowl. "I'll clean it all up later."

"Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it all. You just rest, and I'll be back to check on you."

She moved back to the kitchen and proceeded to clean everything up, storing the remainder of the soup in the fridge before heading back to her friend. She found him much the same way as before, only this time, trembling far worse than before. She couldn't understand it. She'd bundled him up, fed him soup, and given him tea that worked well for colds, and yet he was still shaking like a leaf.

She tucked the covers tighter around him, turning him into a veritable burrito of sorts, and yet nothing helped. He continued to quake beneath the mountain of covers, and Lucy was beginning to get worried. "I'm not sure what else to do..." she mumbled to herself.

"Just can't get warm..."

Suddenly, Lucy remembered something she'd read before. In cases where a person's body temperature dropped dangerously low, the way Gray's felt at the moment, another person was often needed to help bring it up. Obviously, he wasn't in severe danger. Normally, his body temperature was lower than her own, but it was also obvious that it was far lower than it should be, so maybe it would work.

Still, it was embarrassing. She and Gray had never shared a bed like this before. Sure, she did it fairly often with Natsu, but mostly that was because he slipped in after she'd already fallen asleep. She'd never purposely crawled into bed with a man, and certainly not one she was so close to.

But she couldn't leave Gray to suffer like this. For a man who rarely got sick, it had to be rather awful, and she couldn't stand by when there was something she could do to help. So, with a deep sigh, she slipped out of her shoes and muttered, "Okay...I can do this."

Gray peered out at her, his head out only just enough to see her, and then his eyes widened when she unbuttoned and drew off her overshirt. "L-Lucy...what are you doing?"

"I'm helping you," she answered simply as she grabbed hold of the edge of the covers and lifted them. "Scoot over."

The ice mage continued to stare at her in shock, but he did as she'd told him and slid over. Lucy could feel a blush creeping up her neck, but she chose to ignore it. This was necessary, she told herself. She was only doing this to help him.

But that wasn't completely true. There was a part of her, some side that she kept hidden even from herself at times, that was enjoying this. It would be wrong to deny that she liked taking care of him, that she felt a little thrill at the idea of lying next to him in bed.

"Um...Lucy, how is this supposed to help?" He sounded so nervous, and Lucy couldn't help but find it cute. She supposed if he suddenly decided to hop into bed with her while she was sick, she'd be wary too.

Pushing aside her wayward thoughts, she moved closer to him. "I'm going to use my body heat to warm you up."

"You're going to what?"

For a moment, she swore his cheeks went pink, but in the next instant, it was gone, replaced with a look of disbelief. She couldn't stop the laugh then. It was just too comical. "Don't sound so scandalized, Gray. I swear, I won't besmirch your honor."

This time, she knew he blushed, and it had her laughing even louder. "Come on," she said, waving her hand at him. Come snuggle."

"I swear...I feel like I don't even know you anymore..." he muttered.

"Oh hush. We're friends, and you're sick." It was all innocent, completely and totally innocent. Okay, so in her head, she was imagining things that weren't entirely innocent, but he didn't need to know that. "Now, you want to be the spoonee or the spooner?"

Gray shook his head and snorted out a laugh. "No way in hell I'm getting spooned...not even by you."

Lucy smothered a grin and turned on her side. This was going better than she had thought. The nervousness she'd thought would plague her had abandoned her the moment she'd climbed in with him, and now she was looking forward to feeling him slipping up behind her.

Jeez...that sounded dirty.

Ignoring the part of her mind that wanted to trip down pervy lane, Lucy stilled and waited for Gray to come to her. She held her breath as she felt him ease in behind her, and she lifted her head for him to ease his arm under it. He pressed in against her then, and she had to bite her lip to repress a moan. As it was though, she couldn't keep the shiver from working its way up her spine. She could only hope he didn't notice.

"Damn, you're warm..." he hummed, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her flush against his chest.

Lucy's face heated at his action, but she didn't complain. There was something enticing about being held so tightly by him. His body settled in next to hers, and it was oddly perfect the way they fit together, his legs tucked in behind hers and his head snuggled in next to the crook of her neck.

They said nothing else as they lay there, and within minutes, Gray was fast asleep, his breathing deep and his shivers finally abating. It was quiet but for his soft snores, and before long, Lucy found herself drifting off as well, her last thought one of absolute peace.

A/N: Oh my Mavis, this one was fun to write, and don't worry - there WILL be a next part. You'll be reading that tomorrow for my submission for Night. :D