So this is my first attempt at an actual fanfic, but I am in love with Fairytail and decided to take a shot at one. One of my friends gave me a prompt she read on tumblr about waiting at a really long train and meeting someone so I just kinda ran with it.

Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I do not own any of these characters.

You haven't seen what?

If the sweaty fever of the sun wasn't annoying, then the throbbing pain caused by her bike's seat would have been. And even if waiting in the sultry embrace of heat as she followed the sluggish pace of the train cars with her eyes wasn't enough, the endless drone of passing carts would have done her in. Twenty minutes she had sat with her butt plastered to her seat getting slow roasted like a turkey on Thanksgiving, watching the train crawl past at the speed of an asthmatic turtle on crutches with only the sight of the store on the other side to entertain her. The store she wouldn't have had to go to if her roommate had not used the last of the milk. The milk she had specifically told her not to use because she needed it for the birthday cake she was making. And the store that she definitely wouldn't have had to bike to if that same roommate had not begged to use her car this morning to see her boyfriend because hers was still in the shop. The blonde pried her sweat-soaked bangs off her brow and tossed her head back, squinting at the sun through her sunglasses. She could practically hear the hair she had spent so long this morning frizzing in the humid weight the air carried. Cursing her roommate- not for the first time on this journey- for her stalkerish tendencies that had her claiming the dark haired boy in her law class to be her boyfriend, the girl shifted on her seat again.

A voice behind her startled her out of her thoughts. "What the hell is taking so long? You forget there are people waiting." Just another victim of the heat that had wrapped its greedy fingers around every body, sinking into every crevice. The jeep that the man sat in was different. If different was the new word for a concoction of such bright colours it caused migraines. It was painted in a pattern of neon orange, radioactive yellow and bright red giving the car the illusion of being encased in flames. The driver matched his hazard sign on wheels. He wore a tie-dyed shirt in swirls of blue and pink pulled taut over the expanse of his chest and a jean ball cap was perched on a mess of pink curls. But it was the scarf that really drew her attention; thick and white scaled, it was wrapped tightly across the man's shoulders, who for his part, was looking unaffected by the heat while the blonde herself felt another bead of sweat roll down the back of her neck. "Hurry up!"

"You know there's no one here to listen to you, right?" The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. The girl didn't know why she responded to him, she wasn't one to talk to strangers but the damage was done so she slid from her seat- almost groaning- and made her way closer to the man and his car. The nearer she came the more details she noticed that made her want to know more about the boy. Not that she could really call him a boy, the shirt he had on doing nothing to hide his lean figure. No man had ever caught her interest like this one had, but one look at the dragon bobble head glued to the dashboard and the spray paint bottles that littered the back seat and she was hooked.

"Then it is a good thing I was only talking to the train then. I was hoping that a bit of encouragement might make them move faster." Eyes of such a dark green met hers. They were brightly lit in the sun, gleaming with mischief and laugher that seemed to bubble right under the surface.

Leaning her bike against her hip, she expended her hand towards him. "I'm Lucy, nice car." The hand that enveloped hers was rough with callouses, a hand that had seen hours of work, and splattered in paint. Warmth snaked up her arm, bringing a flush across her cheeks as she quickly extracted her hand from his. If he noticed her hasty retreat he kept it to himself.

"Thanks, painted it myself."

"That blows. I was hoping I could get my civic done like this."

Lifting his hat, he brushed the back of his hand across his forehead, in the first show that he did indeed feel the heat, smearing paint in its wake. "Sorry it is a one of a kind, kinda thing. The Salamander can't have any competition on the road."

Lucy tried not to notice the way his muscles flexed and relaxed with every shift he made, her eyes drawn to the crisp lines of his neck that smoothly disappeared under his shirt. Heat, that had nothing to do with the midsummer sun, pulsed under her cheeks as she forced her eyes back to his. "The Salamander?"

His hand lovingly caressed the steering wheel, and the slight movement had the curls that peeked out the bottom of his hat fall in front of his eye. Her hand raised, as if to brush them back, only to realize her actions and the she barely restrained herself, her fingers twitching at her side as they begged to run through those locks. "My car, about as reliable as Cinderella's coach."

She snorted without thinking. Her cheeks coloured in the aftermath of the noise she just created and then cursed herself for caring what he thought of her.

"Did you just snort?" He asked between chuckles, eyes skimming down her body as if to she if she held any other surprises.

Her cheeks flamed hotter as she felt his gaze linger on her clothes. Now there was nothing wrong with her clothes; she wore a pink tank top and shorts more hole than fabric, but with the careful examination she was getting had her frantically asking herself if she remembered to put makeup on this morning. The answer being yes. Or if she had shaved her legs recently- the answer also being yes. "I did not. You must have heard incorrectly. Ladies don't snort."

"Sure they don't. Just like I'm sure that's not frosting on your shirt."

A quick peek down her front did prove that while her makeup was done and her legs were shaved, she had failed to notice the frosting staining her shirt. "Well at least I don't look like Rafiki baptised me at Pride Rock."

"Huh?"

"Disney? The Lion King?" Her questions were met with an empty stare. "Simba? You've never seen it!"

"Nope. Is it food?"

"No it is not food!" Lucy exclaimed, slapping him on the arm, ignoring his groan of pain as she continued. "It is a masterpiece of the cinema. A childhood Classic! No one she be allowed to live without seeing it. It's a rite of passage!"

"So it's not food," he sighed, glancing over her shoulder to study the still moving train.

Exasperated, she just pointed to his forehead.

Looking in the rearview mirror, he scowled and tried to scrub at the paint, but it only made it worse. Deciding to give up, he looked out the window at her again, leaning an arm against the frame. An arm that was displayed in such a way that had Lucy wondering what sort of exercise this man did to have such artwork to display. "So, what has you biking in this heat Luce?"

"It's Lucy. Not Luce. And you know; the usual. I was handing out ice cream to little kids when a teen rolled down and stole a popsicle right out of a little girl's hand. Now I couldn't let him get away with that now could I?"

"Of course you couldn't," he responded in a dry tone, a smile in those eyes of his, eyes that Lucy knew were made to laugh.

"So I ran after him, punched him in the nose, stole his bike and now I'm on the run from he police."

The caboose of the train was finally creeping past the crossing.

Starting up his car, he looked to the blonde. "While I can't afford my perfect record to be tainted by associating with a criminal, it wouldn't be in my gentlemanly nature to let you get caught." He took off his hat and tossed it to her before following the rest of the cars across the tracks with nothing more than an over the shoulder wave and a call of "See you later, Luce!" as a goodbye.

She stared after him, clutching his hat in one hand and her bike in the other. Cursing her brain's inability to remove the picture of the pink haired man from her mind, and the slight aroma of smoke that seemed to drift from the cap, she swung her leg over her bike's seat and continued on her way to the store.

I will be updating this story every Wednesday and would love to hear your reviews. Also I have no idea how long this story is but I already have six chapters written and about a thousand ideas in my head so we will see.