Roku: Hey y'all! I don't know but suddenly I had an idea child and had to write this down. But man, I love the idea and can't wait to write it! So whether You're here from Truth's Tricks, or you're a new reader, Welcome!

Envy: Shut up and start the story.

Roku: You're not even IN this! Go away!

Envy: Hmph.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist, Arakawa does.

Claimer: I do own Vaan, Padma, and Gillian.

(Gillian)

She glanced up. The sky bright, she brought up a hand to shield her eyes from the sun. She felt a pat on her shoulder and looked to see another female. Her long braids falling to below her breasts, she looked at her mousy-type face. She pointed back to the last of the three, a male with shaggy ash-blonde hair. He had another guy in a choke hold, about to punch him in the face, when he looked up and grinned sheepishly.

The guy dropped to the ground and glared, "I'll be back and I'll get you when you least expect it, Vaan." And the boy scampered away, grabbing his elbow which was scraped from hitting the ground.

"Vaan! You need to stop picking fights!" The previously undescribed female shouted with a not so feminine edge. She stomped over and pulled the boy over to the brunette by the ear, who grinned shyly and looked at him with apology.

"Stop worrying! The kid only gives the threats, he can't fight back." Blondie commeneted simply.

"Then don't pick a fight with someone who WON'T FIGHT BACK!" She smacked the medium-height boy across the back of the head sharply, while letting go of his ear. He hit the ground face first, lying there for a moment.

"V- Vaan.. Are you okay?" Miss mouse peered down over his shoulder.

"Just fine." He wiped blood from his nose, glaring at the pale, blonde haired female who had smacked him. "What the hell?" He asked her standing up.

"You shouldn't hurt people who don't fight." She looked back at him, brushing the majority of her bangs to her right, the rest sweeping left. They were annoying her at the moment, as they were always in her eyes. They needed a trim.

"B-But he was looking at Padma!" He cringed for effect. "Like a little perv!"

"That has nothing to do with anything." She crossed her arms over her orange tank that stopped an inch above her belly button, as well as her brown jacket, whose shoulders had straps over them a shade darker, and a suit-type look to the front. "Don't blame me when you go getting thrown in jail for harassment."

She turned to the female now known as Padma and grabbed her hand, walking away from the fuming boy standing in the middle of the sidewalk, bleeding profusely through his nose. "Gillian..." Padma began. "He didn't mean anything bad."

"Padma.." She started. "You're a good kid. I realize that, but he's going to have to grow up someday." She stopped walking, and turned into a darkened alley. "I'm not always going to be able to protect him... And you." Shade covered her front side, the right side of her face was darkened by it, and she looked pained, her fists clenched.

Padma cleverly ignored the female's comment and added, "But he's the same age as you."

"Just because he's 14 doesn't mean he's always going to act 14." She chuckled lightly, rubbing the back of her neck, only feeling a little hair by the top of her hand, where her pinky was. She turned and faced the wall with no light on it, sliding down the opposite wall to the bottom.

Another one of her quick mood changes, Padma noticed.

It was cropped quite short, only two tassels on either side falling down to right below her shoulders. She sat in the sun against the small portion of the wall that held some. "He acts younger than you a lot of the time, and Padma, you're 12." Padma sat across from her.

Padma blushed at Gillian's comment, looking up when a shadow befell Gillian. She glanced up at the culprit blocking the warm light, glaring. "Vaan please. You know we don't need to draw attention. With you being an alchemist and Padma being a chimera... It would be stupid to get caught by a state alchemist or someone from the military," She muttered.

He sighed and walked over to sit down next to Padma, in the shade. "Not to mention they would check that bandage of yours."

Gillian glared at him and closed her eyes. "It's not like it's important..." She tilted her head back and sighed, returning to a thought, "If I was them I would be more curious of Padma's cute little mouse ears, anyway." She reached over and rubbed the mouse chimera's ears which were hidden by heavy bangs and braids.

"You know there are a lot of chimeras around, right?" Vaan reasoned.

"Yeah, around, being the key word here. Central is not somewhere a chimera should be. You know what they do to them." Gillian looked sideways, looking at an uninteresting trash can. She was avoiding his gaze.

"My point," Vaan emphasized, "Is that not everyone has something like that. There are more chimeras- heck, hundreds more chimeras, than those. It's a gnarly scar, seriously."

"Whatever Vaan, this conversation is over." And with that Gillian stood up and turned her back to them, walking down the alley. "I need to go steal us some dinner. Meet you back at home." She glanced over her shoulder for a second, her eyes peering back at Padma. She gave her the 'don't let Vaan do something stupid' look. She turned back to the task at hand and ran off.

Four years later...

"Ouch-" Gillain rubbed her temple. It was happening again. She was feeling distant, hazy almost. Things were blurry. Not only when she tried to see where she was, but in her head. What was she doing again? She couldn't remember.

It was like this more often than she would prefer. It would come at random times, some worse than others. These little 'episodes', as she would call them, started two years ago- or at least she though so. About two months ago they had starrted to come more frequently. She couldn't go a week without one. And they had gotten more painful.

They made her forget everything, it felt like her soul was being torn from her body. It was like an extreme out of body experience that left her waking up in alleyways after the feeling of seperation became too great and she would pass out.

She worked her way through a crowd quickly, and hurried to an alleyway, becoming dizzier by the second. This was usually the last thing she would remember, that she had to hide herself. It seemed important even if she forgot enough to not remember exactly why it was.

She hated hospitals... But that wasn't the only reason. The other being the fact that if she stayed in public someone might find her and see her scar.

That's what happened when she tried to move to Eastern Amestris.

But of course, by this time she had forgotten even her own name, and had crumpled into a lump on the ground behind some trashcans.

She never remembered what happened when she was passed out. It just didn't come back to her when she woke up. She knew something happened, like a dream or something, but she would never remember.

"Crap." Gillian muttered when she noticed the sun was going down already. She must have been passed out for five hours at least. She sat up and wiggled everything out, cracking her neck and standing up. It was just as painful as last time.

Wait- Wasn't this her third one this week? Gillian felt a pang in her chest, feeling as if she could be doing something about it. She felt like if she could just look deeper she could solve this problem.

She raced through familiar backstreets and stopped at a set of stairs in the back of an apartment complex that was long abandoned. It lead down ten short steps to a green door. It opened before she could even knock and she was pulled inside hasitly.

"Where have you been? You said you'd be back in an hour. It's been four and a half!" A tall, annoying, loud blond shouted at her.

"Save it, Vaan. I got caught up with something." Gillian lied easily.

"That's what you always say! It's always something! Not something specific either!" Vaan pushed her aside and slammed the door shut. He took a sharp breath and brushed his hair back with his hand. He cut it short a week ago and Gillian was still getting used to the shorter cut.

"I-"

"You know what? You save it." Vaan sat on a one person couch that was very old and worn. Brown stuffing was spilling out of the headrest and sides of the couch.

She hadn't exactly told them about her episodes. They would worry too much- It would be a pain. She didn't like to flaunt her superiority or her flaws. She kept her thoughts to herself. Well, if thoughts counted as passing out due to lack of bodily connection.

"I just wonder sometimes. Is it that you don't trust us? Or is it because you're doing something you shouldn't? Padma and I care about you deeply. You took us in when we were at our low points. We are forever indebted to you, you know that."

"It's... I'm... I'm sorry..." Gillian looked away from Vaan's blue eyes.

"All I want is to know if you're safe. Sometimes I begin to doubt that you'll even walk back into those doors at night." Vaan stood once more and pulled her into his arms, squeezing her tightly.

All Gillian could stand to do was hang her head against his chest and try not to let the thousands of tears she had ready to blow escape.

"I'm sorry."

And so after no dinner was had, Gillian left Vaan to his room, and walked in to see Padma in theirs.

"You're home." She noted. "I heard yelling though. What happened?" She looked up from some stitching she was doing on a shirt that had ripped. "And where's dinner?"

"Me and Vaan had a fight. And there isn't any." Gillian quickly though of an excuse. "I saw a state alchemist and some officers so it would be unsafe to risk getting caught." She saw a look in Padma's eyes that told Gillian she might start to cry, a rumble escaping her stomach. "I'm going for food in the morning, don't worry I'll come back with plenty." She smiled and walked over to her cot, reaching under for something wrapped in checkered cloth, handing it to her.

"It's the last I have.. Sorry 'bout that Lilypad." She began to take off her utility belt, as it was heavy. She sat down on her bed and looked away from Padma. Sometimes she couldn't stand the happiness on her face. It was like she knew it wouldn't last for long.

"Thank you!" Padma said and took a large bite out of he roll of bread.

"Don't mention it." She unpacked her belt's contents. A dart gun, her favorite necklace, a worn alchemy book, and some rope. She faceplanted onto her cot, dust poofing up in her wake.

(Padma)

"Are you okay Lia?" Padma peered over at Gillian.

"Just unbelieveably tired." Gillian rolled onto her back, looking at the small house they shared through the door. All Padma could see was the entrance room that held a lamp and a chair, a bathroom around the corner and Vaan's room around the opposite.

Gillian had found the place a year ago while fetching dinner. She had fallen down the stairs and given herself a few nasty bruises.

At the time they were living in the streets so this was like heaven for them. When it rained here they only got a little wet.

"If you're sure.." Padma sighed and handed her a bit of bread. "Take it." She said quietly. Sometimes it was hard to keep your spirits high around Gillian. She always thought of everything inside her head. She never let anyone know anything. Not only that but it had gotten worse- her lying.

"Thanks Padma." It was weird for Padma to be adressed by her first name by Gillian. Something was obviously up, and she was going to find out what it was soon.

(Gillian)

"Concentrate." She told herself. "It's easy." Vaan and Padma had gone to bed, and and despite her exhaustion, she went to the couch to practice.

She had always had a gift. She could make things move, but without touching them. Her dad had once called it telekenetic. She had never understood it, but if she concentrated hard enough or was under enough stress, she could move something.

"Alright.." She murmured. "Now you're going to lift the necklace and bring it to your neck. Lift.. Lift." She made a face and it shifted from the floor. She focused harder, the necklace being pulled up by the red tinted stone on it's end. it came towards her neck shakily. the ends of the metal rope extended and slowly but surely wrapped themselves around her neck, clasping in the back.

She realized she was holding her breath and let it out, the necklace falling down to her upper chest.

This necklace had been a present from her father. He had always wanted the best for her. He loved her dearly. It was a shame he left the living world so early.

She looked down to the alchemy book in her hands. It was small, red, and very worn. The title of the book was unreadable, and always was, as far as she knew. Inside were basic alchemy tricks, how to set up basic circles, how you should go about attempting the transmutation. She knew the book inside and out, yet she couldn't perform anything in it.

Why?

How about you tell her. It was the most annoying thing next to these episodes she would have.

Her dad had showed her this book, and it was the only one left from his research library that he had set up in their old home. The one she has burnt down...

guuurgle

There it was again. Her stomach rumbling. She must be really hungry, or at least she always was after practicing her telekenesis. it must take her a lot of energy.

She stood slowly, unsure if standing was even a good idea. She felt a pang in her chest and before she could even feel something close to an attack she was lying down on her cot, letting sleep take her.

(Edward)

"Ed..." A voice called to him. "Edward. Wake up."

"Mmmmmph." He rolled over, away from the voice.

"Wake up, damnit!"

"Uuuuuuunh..- Ouch! DAMNIT Winry!" Ed rubbed the back of his head where he could already feel a bump forming. "I told you not to do that!"

"And I told you to wake up! You're train leaves in two hours!" She crossed her arms.

"Ow.." Ed muttered, getting out of bed. It was a month since he had gotten back to his side of the gate, Eckheart put in her place. He was elated to be out of Germany, it was brighter here. Besides, he had his family back. "I'll be down in a minute."

"See you." And she left.

'How was he here?' You might ask. Well this lady, Eckheart, decided to open the gate to what she thought was Shamballa. Ed jumped on the chance, and got to his side, destroying Eckheart.

'Who destroyed the gate?' You might ask. The answer is quite simple, Alfons Heidrich.

And that was that. Here he was, living with Winry, Pinako, and Al.

Of course, this was only temporary. He was leaving for central today, to be reinstated as a state alchemist. He was also there to search for something. Something that had been in the back of his mind for a while now.

And he didn't remember what it was. He figured whatever it was, he would be reminded eventually.

Roku: Weeeel Hope you Liked and I'll see ya next time!

Ed: A lot will be explained later if anything was confusing. Ask Roku so he makes sure to clarify!

Winry: OH YEAH! Review or else! And one other thing..

Gillian: Or else what?

Winry: I'll hit you over the head with a wrench.

Ed: *backs away* review...

Ed: Wait- What other thing?

Roku: Fan-fiction is still deleting stories than contain yaoi, yuri, lemons, violence, stories based on songs, and any detailed sex scenes…so…just about every story on the site. Most everyone knows of the petition going around. If you haven't signed it, the link is on DarkHeartInTheSky's profile. But there is more we can do.

I bet lots of you have heard about a Black Out Day on June 23rd(according to GTM timing, so that we know we're doing it together), don't go onto fan-fiction. Don't read, don't review, don't message your friends, don't update. If enough people participate, then the site will notice, and will realize we take our stories seriously.

Please spread the word any way you can, in any fandom! The motto is "Unleash Your Imagination." How can we if we're being given a LONG list of what we cannot write?

Gillian: I hope I don't get taken away *Sweatdrop*

Envy: Once again, shut up and leave.

All: *frown*