Authors Notes: Hello, everybody. This is my first submission and I hope you will all enjoy. I have not seen this series for a while, but will do my best to keep the details correct. If you see anything that is inconsistent within the story or with the FMA universe, please tell me and give me resources for verification to correct such errors. I will do my best to make sure that it is as accurate as possible. If my character is Mary Sue, please notify me so I can make the according changes!

While this takes place post-manga, some details from the first series (anime 2003) may be seen.

Intended AlxOC. Please comment/critique! All feedback is welcome.

Sitting at my desk, I looked at my laptop screen. The cold glow, the only source of light, emanated throughout my dark room. I clicked the page, waiting for the next page to load. I tried to blink away my fatigue and rubbed at my eyes. Just one more chapter, I thought lazily. A hazy fog began clouding my mind. Click. Reading the next page, I could feel my eyelids refusing to stay open. With a sigh, I began searching through my drawers for my favorite pair of pajamas. I pulled on the faux silk pajama pants and buttoned up the long sleeved shirt. The cool autumn night breezes wafted in from the window. I held my childhood blanket over me as I slid under the warm duvet. Snuggled deeply under my covers, I thought about finishing Fullmetal Alchemist for the third time and let myself fall asleep.

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Feeling myself approach consciousness, I clutched my blanket tightly. The sweet warmth of sleep still covered me, and I didn't want to wake up; however, my body wouldn't let me sink back into sleep again. I opened my eyes, greeted by an unfamiliar room bathed in dim light. I blinked a couple times then slowly sat up in bed. The scene before me was lit by the early dawn light, the familiar grey carpet now replaced with a honey, wood floor. Eyes wide, I looked around. Where's my duvet cover? What is this white blanket?... Where is my room? I could feel myself slowly becoming panicked with my heart beat slowly growing louder... Okay, calm down. Think clearly.

I flipped off the foreign white cover and saw my childhood blanket underneath. I pulled my blanket from underneath and wrapped it around myself. I surveyed the room again. The bed was pushed against the wall with a window, a small night stand by the head of the bed, a small desk with a chair, and a bureau by the back wall; otherwise, the room was bare. I gently tested the floor with my toe and stood on the cold floor. I quietly shuffled towards the door and placed a hand on the handle. I don't think anybody is outside… Where am I? As silently as I could, the door clicked as I twisted the knob and slowly peered outside. A long hallway with many closed doors was in view. Cautiously, I walked through the hall and walked down the stairs at the end of the hall. Birds twittered outside.

Halfway down the stairs, I heard a baby's cry echo loudly in the house. Muffled voices on the first floor rose. A door opened, and someone shuffled quickly to another room, their voice cooing to calm down the crying child. My heart heart stopped, and I quickly huddled to the floor, still as could be. When the baby's cry was quieting, I sat on the stairs, contemplating where to go. If I stay here, they'll see me. There's nothing in the room I was in, but I don't know if I want to open the other doors to find a weapon. Even if I go back, I can't be sure that I'll be safe in that room. Okay, I think I should try to make a run for it outside. Apprehensive, I crept down the stairs when I heard the voices and crying child move deeper into the house.

I made my way into an expansive kitchen when I heard footsteps coming closer. Hastily, I looked around and tried to make my way around a table through an archway into some sort of den. I quickly turned into a new archway when I bumped into a taller, blonde man. I gasped and jumped back. I looked around me and began backing away until I backed into a couch; I scooted around it, still facing the blonde man. His hair was in a ponytail, two bangs framing his face. Golden eyes peered at me. He said something I couldn't understand and looked back into the hallway with the sound of the child, crying once again. Backed into the wall, unable to go further, I stared at him. A woman, with long blonde hair and blue eyes, appeared besides him. She was shorter and carried a child in her arms; a small infant clung to her leg. They looked intently at each other and began speaking in their strange language. The woman passed the children to the man and approached me. She smiled, tucking a stray blonde lock of hair behind her ear. She began speaking to me and approached slowly.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand what you're saying," I looked around and saw that all entrances were out of my reach.

She looked quizzical and looked back at the man. They talked for a bit. I clutched the blanket more tightly around me, as if it could protect me, and waited. I don't think they're going to hurt me. They seem to be a family, but I still have to be careful. The man and woman walked to a couch and sat down. The woman motioned towards the opposite couch and patted the seat beside her. I slowly walked over to the opposite couch and sat as far as I could away from them. The children tugged at the man and yelped loudly. The man talked with the woman. He scooped up both of the children and walked out of the room. Talking in a calm manner, the woman began motioning something towards me. I looked at her perplexed, and shook my head. She seemed to be attempting to make an effort to talk to me, but I couldn't understand their language at all. I looked around the room and spotted a book with the title "Alchemy". The woman looked at me curiously as I reached for the book on the coffee table. Their book… it's in English! I flipped through the pages and began reading. I can read it! I looked up at her and made a scribbling motion in the air, hoping she'd understand that I was asking for pen and paper.

She held up a hand, index finger out, then walked off. I could hear a faint clinking and the wailing of children. Soon, She came back with a piece of paper and pen which she set in front of me. I picked up the pen and adjusted the paper.

"Hello," I wrote, unsure of how much information to give, "my name is Lia. I can't understand your verbal language, but I can understand your written language. Where am I?" I set the paper and pen down on the table, not wanting to reach across and get too close. A look of surprise crossed her face. She looked up at me and began writing as well.

"Hello. My name is Winry and he's Edward. You're in our home. We found you on our porch last night. Don't worry, we won't hurt you."

I paused at their names. Edward… Winry? ... Alchemy? That can't be. This has got to be a joke.