Love to all my readers! Let's read some rainbows! Also keep in mind that Laxas wrote this story not me. So don't hate me(hides in closet).

Fairy Tail is super duper awesome, but not mine.

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"In case you haven't noticed, you are really easy to talk to, and besides," I pulled the bag off my shoulder. "This is a huge show of trust and respect on your part. You earned my trust and I already respected you. You reached out, I'm letting you in, and I don't do that very often, Blondie, so you'd better appreciate it." Very often huh? How about never. Close quarters and over exposure crammed my team down my throat. Yeah, they were my friends, but I didn't choose to let them in, it just happened.

"Believe me I'm appreciating." What does that mean? I can see the gears turning in her head through her sparkling chocolate eyes. "Laxus?" I love the way my name sounds when she says it.

"Yeah?"

"You can let me go now." I really don't want to, but I pull my arm just far enough from her she can move but I can still feel her warmth. To my surprise she doesn't run, or escape, or even leave really. She just sits, right there, with her shoulder touching my leg. "Sit with me. Relax. You don't do that nearly enough these days. Sitting while doing paperwork for Gramps doesn't count as relaxing."

"I was relaxing when you came into the guildhall." Lies. I bet she'll call me on it too.

"No you weren't." Yep. Called it. "You were being mobbed. Want to tell me what that was about?"

"No." Hell fucking no. Absolutely not. This letting her in thing only goes so far. If she pushes I'm leaving her ass right here.

"Ok, fair enough. It's not like I won't hear about it eventually anyway."

"Not from me you won't."

"Not directly, no, but Cobra's in town." She is straight up smirking at me. I think I've been threatened. If it wasn't so terrifying I would like it.

"Let's make a deal."

"Another one?"

"Yeah, another one. You're big on deals right? Contracts and promises are your magic." She looks a little blind sided.

"Most people don't understand that but...yeah." I'm not telling her how much time I've spent learning about her magic.

"You agree to drop it and not go hunting for more information, even from the one-eyed psycho, and I will sit with you, and," I know she can't say no to this, "You get both the right to name this little one and you get to be it's mom when I go on dangerous missions." Yeah. Go all or go home huh, Laxus? If this little exceed makes me a dad, then I just asked her to be the mother of my children. There is only one right now but still. Mira is going to lose it. I'm leaving town once Gramps gets back from his vacation.

"Eeeee!" Ow. My ears. "Really? Promise?" I nod. "Deal! I promise. I will ask no questions and drop no hints, nor will I seek any answers or explanations regarding any events which may or may not have transpired in the guildhall today prior to my arrival in the S class lounge this afternoon." Wow. That's thorough. And fast. I sit myself down beside her and pull the bag open in my lap. It's tapping again.

"Does that sound mean it's about to hatch?" She shakes her head.

"Not immediately. Tintin said it could be a couple weeks, longer if we let it get cold. When it starts rocking we are supposed to send her a message via one of the Fairy Tail exceeds, so she can head up here, because that means we are looking at a couple days tops, maybe even just hours."

"Tintin is the grandmother's name?"

"Yep. The parents names were Lacey and Looper. Tintin asked us to teach the kitten their names when it's old enough."

"Are you sure you trust me with this, Blondie?" I sure don't. "I mean, I could totally screw up this little guy's entire life."

"Of course I do. Don't worry so much. I mean Natsu managed, so it can't be that hard."

"Have you ever considered that Happy might be as much of an idiot as he is because of the fact that Natsu is an even bigger idiot?"

"It's not that bad."

"Last week you told him you were turning him into a pair of mittens and he said you could only make one because there was only one of him. And he still hasn't figured out that Carla really despises fish."

"Ok fine. They are idiots. My point is you've got this in the bag. Ha! I'm so punny." She really is. "You are a strong, intelligent wizard with immense wells of patience. Don't doubt yourself."

"Have you been stealing sips of Cobra's coffee? I'm the Thunder God. Everyone knows I'm powerful, smart, and seriously sexy. Stop pinching me! What gave you the idea I had any patience at all?" She looks as serious as a funeral.

"Bickslow isn't dead." I haven't laughed this hard in years.

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I am Laxus Dreyer, the Thunder God, and I'm lying on my back in a field of wildflowers, with a cat's egg resting on my belly, pointing out pictures in clouds. And I'm happy about it. Only Lucy could have made this happen.

"That one looks like one of those cute little monkey things that live on Tenrou Island."

"I'm not seeing it. Looks kinda like Bix though."

"Did you just call your best friend a monkey?"

"No. I said he looks like one. Besides he is only my best friend twice a week."

"What is he the other five days?"

"A child."

"Like Natsu."

"Accept he actually knows what to do with a beautiful woman."

"Natsu knows what to do with a beautiful woman."

"Oh yeah?"

"Uhu. Ask her for bacon."

"Ha! Please tell me Mira is delusional and you don't have a thing for that moron." Really. Please, please, please...

"Mira is very delusional. I can't blame her for thinking that though. I mean he sleeps in my bed, and eats my food, and raids my underwear drawer to play ninjas and has seen me naked more times than I have. And that's really saying something since I have a spirit who turns into me in a towel and pretends it's an accident when she drops it every single time I summon her. But you just can't have a serious romantic relationship with a five year old."

"That can't be healthy."

"Oh and your relationship with Freed is?"

"Touche."

"Exactly." The sky is starting to change color as the sun sets. I can smell the storm gathering. "That one looks like Plu."

"Your snowman?"

"He's a dog."

"Right and I'm a basket of grapes."

"Nah. You are pretty fruity, but you are more of a pineapple. Bix is a basket of grapes."

"A pineapple?"

"Yeah."

"How do you figure?"

"Well first off your hair is pretty pineapple colored."

"Gee, Blondie, you're a genius."

"I am really. Pineapple is pretty much the embodiment of you. All hard and prickly on the outside, and yeah you are really acidic, but inside you have a heart of gold and are all squishy and sweet."

I have no response to that. This day has pretty much proven, without a shadow of a doubt, that I am indeed a pineapple. What does that make Lucy then? Apples are common and oranges have a bitter peel. Bananas are sweet and useless. Coconuts have nothing but water inside. She smells like strawberries, but I don't think that fits either. She is like my opposite. Maybe...

"A peach."

"What about a peach?"

"No. A peach is about you."

"Well that's just peachy."

"So punny. Really though. Fuzzy and soft on the outside then sweet and bursting with flavor when you go deeper in, but deep down inside you know what you are?"

"The pits?"

"One tough nut."

"You really think so?"

"I know so."

"Thanks, Laxus."

"You're welcome, Blondie."

"The clouds are getting thick."

"Storm has been waiting all day for the sun to set. I'm afraid there won't be any stargazing tonight."

"Will there be lightning?"

"Should be. I'll probably be up hunting most of the night "

"You have to hunt it?"

"Lightning doesn't have a stationary source like fire. You can't toss it on a plate and crunch it like iron or put it in a cup and drink it like poison. It's alive. You have to watch it, listen, anticipate it's movements."

"Be there when it strikes?"

"Nah. You can, but it's better if you catch it by the tail and slurp it like a noodle." I wish I could box that giggle and keep it in my pocket.

"That image is hilarious. You ever slap yourself in the nose with the end?"

"Not since I was a kid."

"Hey, Pineapple?"

"Hmm?"

"I had fun today."

"Good." I can feel the silence stretching out as the storm gathers in the sky. Good silence. The comfortable kind. "Lucy?"

"Laxus?"

"Thanks."

"For what?"

"For seeing me."

"You didn't make it easy. For such a big, flashy guy you sure put a lot of effort into hiding."

I smile. I feel happy and full and warm inside. Lucy reaches over and tucks her hand into mine, threading our fingers together. My heart rate picks up and I squeeze her hand gently. I feel alive, full, happy. Everything I didn't feel this morning. Because Lucy is here.

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The End. Maybe.

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Laxas refuses to share any more of his innermost thoughts with me. I may bribe Lucy and the others to pick the story back up later because I'm dying to know what the Thunder Kitty is going to be like. But we will see. In the meantime I've got some BixLu action going on in If It Looks Human that should be fun.