{A Jerza Mr&Mrs smith crossover}
She sat at a table alone, a glass of champagne in her hand. She felt a wetness on her face and she gently touched it, wiping away the tear. She frowned and wiped her eyes, she shouldn't feel sad. He deserved to die for using her as a cover. That's what he had done, right? A large hand gripped hers that was holding her glass and she couldn't help the small smile that crossed her face. He refilled the glass before returning the bottle to the ice bucket.
The blue haired man sat across from her. "Hello Erza." "Jellal." she said. They stared at each other for a moment. "Have you decided to leave town yet?" she asked. He smirked slightly. "I don't think so Erzy," he said as he put a napkin on his leg. She didn't see it but she heard the light click of his gun. She followed his move and he heard the click of her gun. "So what do you say dear, do we shoot it out? Last one standing wins?" he smirked lightly. "Mm no I don't think so because after I kill you, they probably won't let me back." She said with a smile. He smirked slightly as a new song came on and he stood up. "Come on." he held out his hand and she was almost reminded of when they first met. She sighed and took his hand, standing up.
He gripped her hand in a bone crushing grip and she winced, trying to pull her hand free. He spun her into himself roughly and she managed to adjust his grip on her hand. As they danced, his hand traveled down her leg and she smirked lightly as he grabbed the knife she had strapped to her leg, tossing it away. Her hand traveled down his stomach, gripping at his jeans. "That's all me baby." he said with a smirk. She rolled her eyes before dropping to the ground, taking the small gun strapped to his ankle and skidding it away. He pulled her back up and danced some more.
"What happened to us Jellal?" she asked quietly. "Hmm the lies or the hiding. But what does it matter, I was just a cover." she frowned a little. "I never said you were a cover." "Well wasn't I?" he asked. "Wasn't I?" they stopped and stared at each other. "I... I have to...." she turned and headed upstairs, turning into the women's bathroom. "There's no exit up there Erza!" He called. "Relax Jellal, she's nothing but a liar." he tried to tell himself.
Women began running out of the bathroom, and then an explosion went off. He hurried up the stairs, forgetting for a moment he was supposed to hate her. He felt eyes on him, and as he turned, he say his scarlet haired wife turn and leave out the front door. He hurried out the door but she was gone and he sighed. He stiffened as he heard a ticking sound coming from his jacket. He quickly took it off and stuffed it into a post box just in time for the small bomb to go off.
He looked around and ran to a black car, pulling the driver out and jumping in. He pulled into traffic and sped off as his phone rang. "That wasn't a nice toy Erzy." he said. "I never claimed to be nice." he chuckled lightly. "I'm going to go home and burn everything iv bought you." he said. "Race ya there baby." she said before hanging up. His phone was quiet for a minute before he decided to call her. "You there already?" she asked. "I have a question." she was quiet. "What was the first thing you thought when we met?" she sighed a little.
"I thought you were the most beautiful mark I had ever seen." it almost hurt to hear that. "You?" she asked. He decided to tell her the truth. "I thought you were a scarlet haired angel." it was quiet and the phone clicked off. He sped for the house and he could see her car as they raced for the driveway. She rammed into him, pushing his car away before pulling in. She ran into the house, locking all of the doors. She dug dug out her automatic and strapped it over her shoulder. She then grabbed her small pump action sawed off shot gun. She quietly crept around the house, knowing he would find a way in.
She was on the center landing of the staircase when she heard it. A small shattering sound as he dropped something. She smirked and fired the automatic into the wall. "You still alive honey?" she asked. She heard him groan and then a thudding sound. She actually began to panic until he jumped up and fired his hand gun at her. She dove out of the way and fired the shot gun. He ran for the kitchen and she followed, shooting the shotgun. She fired again as she got into the kitchen and regretted it. He had pulled out the gas pipe at the stove and the gun had set off a small explosion. It threw her back into the hall way.
He ran at her and she barely had time to get up. He punched her hard and she grunted in pain. She spun, kicking him in the gut and sending him back. She kept up, punching him as he kept staggering back. He grabbed her fist and twisted making her cry out. She grabbed a near by vase and smashed it into his face. He let got only to kick her feet out from under her. While she was on the ground he grabbed for his gun. They both stood, aiming guns at each other, point blank.
He told himself to pull the trigger, but he couldnt. He saw in her tear filled eyes she was doing the same. Cover or not, he loved her. And he could see she loved him to. "Come on!" she shouted. He shook his head, lowering his gun. "Put it up!" she nearly screamed. He couldn't stand to see his strong wife cry. He slapped her gun away and pulled her close,kissing her passionately. She wrapped her arms around him, letting his mouth devour hers. She loved him with all her heart, and she would forever be his Mrs.Fernandez.
