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IMPORTANT READ IMPORTANT: Okay, remember when Jackal was being a really big meanie by making Lucy choose between the Council-member-cat-person and the pregnant lady? This fic has a lot to do with that, even if it doesn't seem like it. So yeah, think about that.

Warning: My writing is pretty sucky, so I'm sorry. Also, I have no idea why I wrote this, so the plot is also wacky. But I tried the best I could to make it something worth reading, so please enjoy!

Disclaimer: Nothing but the story is mine.

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It was seven o'clock when Lucy woke to the sound of coffee brewing. Sunlight was streaming in through the windows, birds were chirping, and it all looked like it would be a beautiful morning.
Too bad she wasn't able to enjoy it because of the damn hangover from the night before. It was pounding in her skull as if a giant swarm of bees had found themselves trapped, and wished to get out. 'Ouch. Okay, last time I ever accept a drinking challenge from Cana.'

"You always think that, and yet, you always end up being nice." Wha? "Okay, Goldie, I went through all the trouble of buying new coffee and making it without any payback, so hurry up and drink it before I find Salamander and pour it over his head." Ahh, Cobra. She remembered that Crime Sorcerie had visited the night before, on some pretense of having things to discuss with Master Makarov. But the ulterior motive was quickly unearthed as Jellal and Erza took up a place in a dark corner, Angel pulled her sister, who had been visiting her fellow Celestial Mage, into a hug, Midnight found the stage was comfortable and if he slept there Gajeel wouldn't sing, and the others sat at the bar to socialize.

"Ahem.", a voice reminded Lucy that someone was still in the room, and that someone was growing impatient. She moved to get out of her bed, but soon discovered such actions just made her head even more queasy.

She looked at the man standing at her door, the question written across her face. "Ugh," he grumbled, but walked towards her, "why did I tell that demon I'd look after you?"
"Because you were the only one not drunk enough to handle attackers and not try and grope me at the same time?" Oh, good. Comeback part of the brain still worked. She took the mug and pressed the rim to her lips, not noticing how the eyes of her companion darkened just a bit as the soft pink was pressed against the red ceramic. All the girl noticed was it was warm, tasty, and had something that made the bees pound less. "It's something your wacky spirit maid brought. She said it'd help the headache, as well as the nightmares."

Oh, yeah, those things. The still occurring reliving memories turned horrific of the Tartarous battle. The most popular ones featured either Aquarius, Natsu, or another one of her teammates fading away while Lucy ran towards them. Often their parting words were along the lines of, "why Lucy? Are you so weak that you couldn't save me? Not even with your last few breaths? Not even with the Spirit King at your side? Come on Lucy, we all know you could've done better". It didn't always go like that, sometimes she was just stuck in the burning rubble that smelled like rotting flesh, or watching as she was torn to pieces that were just left in the dirt.

"Hey, Goldie. Non of that." Cobra nudged her again, for the tenth time, she realized from the beginning soreness in her shoulder.

"Why not? It's true, I am the weakest. I couldn't even save a civilian." she cast her eyes into the darkness of her drink, looking for the images in the hot rising steam.

Cobra noticed, and realized there was no way of getting the hungover blonde to think straight, that didn't mean he wouldn't give it one last try. "Yeah, sure Goldie. You're the weakest just like Popsicle and Scarlet are. Do you think they ever manage to save every single person? No, they don't, they're usually the ones putting innocents in danger in the first place by swinging giant hammers around."