Disclaimer: Fairy Tail isn't mine, story plot is (or so I'd like to think).

I'm back bitches! After a long long looooong hiatus, I return from the dead and attempt another story (dun dunn dunnn). Hope you strangers like it and tell me what you think!

Chapter One

The Mourning After

Smoke hung in the air in the ruddy strobe lit place as she took a sip. The clear liquid burned through her throat and casted a hazy spell on her brain, molding it to mush. The place was filled with faceless people, their conversations hanging in the air making the place noisier than before.

Looking at the shifty eyed people and hearing the deep bellows of laughter all around, she -and her inhibitions- sunk lower in the bar stool. Nevertheless, the depressed drinker took another languid sip of her drink, relishing the metallic pang in her mouth as the liquid trailed by.

She knew well enough that she'd regret this night, given the fact that this was her 10th drink of the night. But all the same she just wanted her thoughts to drift away, she wanted to feel everything and anything but the loneliness that has taken homage in her heart.

She wanted a night to forget and that's exactly what she got.

Lucy woke up with a start. A gasp escaped her as she sat up in her bed, holding a sheet against her body. She looked down, clad only in her underwear, she took in the color of the blanket crumpled up around her. Blue sheets?…I don't own blue sheets! As sudden realization hit her like a punch in the face, the blonde warily surveyed the room around her, and just as she speculated, it wasn't hers to begin with.

Now the looming question remains in her paranoia-filled mind, whose is it?

A movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention. With a sharpened gaze and legs tingling to Lucy-kick the hell out of this..whoever this is, she looked beside her and found a person, male it looks like, curled up in the sheets beside her. The stranger moved to her side and, still asleep, grabbed Lucy by the waist and cuddled up close to her.

Too stricken with shock, all the Celestial Spirit mage could do was turn her head to inspect the man who is currently using her as a makeshift pillow.
White-blonde hair, pale skin, pointed features and a diagonal scar above his right eye. Oh god! Is this who I think this is?

"S-Sting E-Eucliffe!" The distraught fairy yelled, successfully waking up the sleeping saber beside her. His eyes shot open and was greeted with pools of honey chocolate orbs boring into his baby blues. Sting was beyond entranced by the girl in front of him to make any sort of recognition to the face.

Yellow blonde hair, rose colored lips, porcelain curves and eyes that could melt anyone by gaze alone. Pat yourself on the back Sting, you just nailed the hottest chick alive! Sting thought…aloud.

And then it happened, almost in slow motion. Lucy's face contorted into insuppressible anger and her hand shot up balled into a fist and collided with the Light Dragon Slayer's jaw, throwing him off the bed and onto the carpeted floor with a resounding thud.

"What the fu-oh it's Blondie" the idiot of a Saber said while slowly standing up, rubbing at a lump on his head which only increased the pain of his throbbing headache by tenfolds.

The gigantic tick mark on the yellow-blonde mage before him was ignored, the man's selfish tendencies directing his attention to the pounding mess that was his brain. All the while, Lucy was trying her damnedest not to blow up on his face and pull a Natsu on the fucking room and burn the place to the ground. Blondie! Blondie! The nerve of this jerk! But you got yourself into this mess Lucy. Drinking away your problems? Really? You knew from the beginning it wasn't going to end well.

Lucy sighed in exasperation from her own mental chastisement, picking up her discarded garments scattered about on the motel floor.

"What the hell did I do last night?" The fairy questioned herself, still nursing a grand headache, her shirt and skirt on and sitting down on the bed with her hands over her head as the world spun around her.

"Uhm isn't it obvious? Me of course" The dragon slayer pointed out, his brassy charm and arrogance seeping in already —and so early in the morning at that. The girl spun her head to glare at the impudent blonde man, trying her best not to look down to his chiseled broad torso.
This guy is really pushing his luck! One more word out of his mouth and I'll be sure that when I get the hell out of here, he won't have one anymore. Ugh!
What on earth were you thinking Lucy? Sleeping with this pathetic sleaze? I thought you had standards! The voice in her head scolded, sounding awfully like Erza, which only worsened her feeling about herself and this compromising situation.

Thinking it best to save the pity party for later, the yellow head turned her attention back to the smirking schmuck in front of her.

"Put on a shirt, asshole!" Lucy drawled, tossing a white shirt she presumes is Sting's from across the bed, smacking him in the chest. Her cheeks scarlet in a mix of both embarrassment and anger. The saber merely chuckled in amusement at the girl's irritation, much to her already overflowing chagrin.

Except the soft growl emitting from the Celestial Spirit wizard, an awkward silence developed between the two. However, as fast as it came, it went, because it seems that the Sabertooth master just can't keep his mouth shut for very long.

"I'm not surprised we got together, you know. You're just my type! Despite the whole fairy-saber business, you're both bossy and blonde, that's my favorite kind of gal" He tossed her a wink and turned his back to her. His shirt, pants and a nearby towel on hand, he strode over to the bathroom before the fairy could chuck something else at him.

And just as he predicted, a fraction of a milisecond after he closed the bathroom door, did a thing come smashing at the wood, glass it sounds, seeming as shattered glassware pieces escaped the small gap between the floor and the door. Sting could only chuckle at the fairy's callousness, paying no mind to the fact that if he closed the door seconds too late, he would've had a glass something jammed right into his skull.

And here I thought Natsu was the only chaotic fairy in the guild. How very wrong I am.