Gajeel, Levy, there is a mission I want you two to go on!" Gramps told the Iron Dragon Slayer and the Solid Script Mage
"Fine, but I didn't want to go on it, especially with her!" Gajeel muttered, head jerking in Levy's direction. She just nodded to the Master.
"Well go on then!" The Master told them, Gajeel and Levy walked out of the Guild Hall, Wendy jumping up off the bar to run over them.
"Hey, so you're going on a mission?" She asked, Levy nodding mutely. Wendy wrapped her arms around her scrawny shoulders.
"Stay safe then, I don't want you coming back in a coffin!" The blue head told the girl.

"Is it good?" Gajeel asked, eyes on the uneven path ahead of him. When he didn't hear a reply, he glanced behind him, to see his partner with a book covering her face. All he could see was the top of her blue head. They had been walking for over half an hours and he was amazed that she hadn't fallen over the rocky terrain. Levy lowered the book, so that her eyes were showing above the rim of her book. Her brown eyes were hazed with confusion.
"Did you say something?" She asked the black haired man. He just scoffed, rolling his eyes skyward. They had set of late in the day, and the sun was about to set.

"We're not gonna make it to the city in time, we're probably gonna hafta camp out tonight!" He told her, beginning to scan for a place to camp for the night.

"There's a bus stop near, the bus will take us to the city within an hour and a half!" Levy told him quietly. Gajeel grunted in agreement to her statement, nodding his head, telling her to take the lead. Levy walked past him, raising her book up again.

Five minutes of walking through the trees, brought them to a bus stop. The pair waited for the bus to arrive, Levy reading, whilst Gajeel shuffled from foot to foot, impatiently waiting for the vehicle to arrive.

"Gajeel, the bus will come when it comes!" She told to him. He just grunted at her words of wisdom, not really wanting the bus to come, he would suffer with his motion sickness.

As if drawn by his negative thoughts about it, the bus came to a screeching halt in front of them. Levy closed her book, and hopped on to it, heading straight to the back row, sitting on the right side. Gajeel trailed behind her, lost. He sat next to her, surprised she hadn't gotten her book out to read again, instead she was just looking out of the window. The bus lurched forward, jolting them forward, forcing them to hold on to the seat in front of them.

Whilst Levy withdrew her hand, Gajeel clenched it harder, already feeling motion sick. He ground his teeth together feeling his stomach churn the food he had eaten earlier. Gajeel felt a warm hand on his shoulder. Rotating his head, he saw Levy look at him, worry evident in her large hazel eyes.

"Laying your head on someone's lap can help with motion sickness!" She told him. He looked at her questioningly. Levy nodded her head. Gajeel lowered his head, keeping his eyes locked on to hers, until the left side of his head rested on her lap. Placing his legs on the rest of the seat row, he shuffled till he was comfortable. He crossed his arms, and closed his red eyes, feeling better already.

A few moments later he felt a small had on his head, running through his long black hair, massaging his scalp. He leant in to the hands. Levy scratched his scalp lightly with her nails. Feeling him relax under her ministrations, she smiled and leant her head on the back of her seat. Her hand began to cramp so she stopped stroking his slicked hair. Gajeel, missing the feel of the hands, shuffled back into her stomach, nudging her hand. Giggling softly, Levy continued to stroke his head with both hands, until she too fell asleep.