Titanic

Chapter One: A Lost Soul, Found

((Note: This is like a tribute to the Titanic movie. It will have the story of Jack&Rose in it with changes of course, as well as quotes from the movie. I do not own the Titanic movie, or Fullmetal Alchemist.))

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"It's been 84 years, and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in. Titanic was called the Ship of Dreams, and it was. It really was."

It was the epitome of perfection. A faultless jewel, which many declared was never going to be worn around a lucky woman's neck again. Rumored to belong originally to Louis the Sixteenth…

Le Coeur de la Mer, The Heart of the Ocean.

It was true to it's name…old tales told of how just gazing into it had you lost into it's deep blue abyss, an ocean of secrets from it's past owner that could never be told. The precious necklace had not been seen since the fateful night of April 14, 1912…the sinking of the most famous ship in the world, the R.M.S. Titanic…

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A lone man sat in a room filled with darkness to its brim—not a peak of light had crept in. A small, wooden desk with torn papers lay in front of him. His head was cradled in his usually strong, muscular arms—however presently they felt listless and weak. London blue eyes gazed at the nothingness, waiting for something that would never come.

There was a sound of gentle knocking…then light flooded in.

"God damn it!" the man swore, rubbing his bleary eyes and looking angrily upon the visitor, his partner in work.

"I'm sorry to bother you." said she, Riza Hawkeye. Her expression and stance was determined and fierce. Oh boy, thought the man, here comes some speech of hers trying to convince me to do some shit. His anger inside him grew.

Riza stepped forward and turned on the light, further irritating her leader. "Havoc, were you sleep…" she did not even get the chance to finish—Havoc jolted up from the desk violently, his hair a mess, fury in his eyes.

"Does it look like I was sleeping to you, Hawkeye?!" he roared ferociously, throwing the cigarette that had been in his mouth to the ground, stomping on it mercilessly. He looked back up to her emotionless face. Dark circles were under Havoc's eyes; clearly giving away the fact he had not been sleeping well or at all.

Havoc turned away quickly, now ashamed. This always happened; a failed mission, he became furious, let it out on someone else, and then felt guilty afterward. It had happened so many times Havoc was unsure if his partners would forgive him anymore, or perhaps this time they would send him off to anger management.

Riza stepped nearer to him, not cautious at all. She had always been a very brave person, unafraid to talk to people under all circumstances. "Havoc, it's all right. I'm sorry for bothering you once again."

Havoc shook his head. "Don't say your apologies. I flipped out again." He took a couple of deep breaths. Riza lightly touched his arm.

"It was for a reason." she uttered quietly to him. "I am upset about this expedition also, Jean. Please know that."

Sighing, he mumbled, "I do know that." Whenever someone called him 'Jean'—his first name—he always seemed to soften…

"People have sought for this jewel for decades. We all knew it was a very tough goal to take on. And we have done our best on our latest mission to find it."

She was, of course, talking about Le Coeur. Havoc, she, and another man named Fuery had been searching for the necklace since long, long ago. Havoc, being the leader, ultimately felt the shame each time they did not find it. They had seemed to search every inch of the Titanic that they could search…but to no avail. Havoc turned around and stared at his loyal partner. "You're right. We did do our best. But I suppose that necklace is just buried deep inside Titanic's wreck somewhere, where we aren't allowed to look." He glanced away at the last comment, slightly irritated.

Riza nodded. "Could be. But, perhaps, we could have a little help in finding it the next time we go down to the wreck." The blonde haired treasure hunter shook his head tiredly at her reply, and began to gather his things from the desk. "I don't think there'll be a next time, Hawkeye. I'm so exhausted of going in that stupid submarine thing every time and not finding anything." He threw on his coat and muttered to himself. "Everyone else got all the valuable stuff already, other than Le Coeur." He was on his way out of his research room, Riza behind him with a tiny smile on her pale, usually strict face.

"Are you sure about that decision, Havoc?" she almost giggled, holding out a wrinkled up, small piece of paper in front of her.

Curious Havoc turned and blinked at the paper, reading it closely…

"Titanic survivor, Winry Rockbell, to come to ship tomorrow."

He looked up at his fellow blonde beauty. "Well, what the hell does THIS mean?"

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"Wow! A real Titanic survivor, huh! I bet she was in first class and wore the fanciest clothes, and I bet—" the excited Fuery was cut off by Havoc's hand clamping his mouth shut.

"I got one word for you, Fuery: relax." Havoc nodded at his own advice. "We gotta be calm around this little old lady. We can't startle her, frighten her, or any of that crap, 'cause it might end up in her kickin' the bucket. And boom! No Titanic stuff for us." He let go of Fuery's mouth.

"Of course," Fuery nodded in complete agreement. "I'll be calm, promise!"

Riza rolled her eyes. "You're so greedy."

Havoc blinked at her innocently. "Greedy? How?"

But before she could answer, the sound of a noisy helicopter came to the trio's ears. Havoc dashed off out of the cabin to meet the survivor, Fuery began to do a little dance of utter happiness, and Riza sighed, thinking. Hope this all goes fine, and manages to cheer Havoc up a bit. Even though she can't provide us with Le Coeur, she might be able to tell us a few stories.

The other two soon made it outside to Havoc jumping up and down in front of a landing helicopter. Riza held back laughter and Fuery darted to his leader's side. The helicopter hovered above the ground steadily and landed on the helipad. A wheelchair ramp popped out of the door. Havoc grinned and moved closer to the ramp, impatient to see the old survivor.

And she was old, all right. Her skin was as wrinkled as clothes you kept squished inside a small backpack for months. Behind her wheelchair a much younger woman with brilliant, short red hair gently rolled the survivor down onto the ship. One of the men in the helicopter hurriedly began to take out luggage, and the pilot gave a little wave to the in-shock Havoc.

"Havoc?" Riza was almost tempted to poke him. "…Jean!"

He jumped out of his state. "Eh?!" he looked at Riza.

Riza took her gaze to the survivor, Winry, and smiled sincerely. "It really is believable that she was on the Titanic, isn't it?"

"Certainly is."

Fuery was itching to meet Winry as she and her red-haired friend directed the men of which bags were which. He moved from foot to foot, unable to be still. "This is the person we've been waiting years to meet, guys!" he said quietly, just so his co-workers could hear. It seemed like ages before the suitcases were taken care of, and the elderly survivor wheeled over, the other woman cautiously behind her.

"Hello," Riza bowed deeply to them. "Ah, perhaps we should take this inside; it's hard to hear out here."

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"It is quite cramped in here," said the little voice of old Winry. Her pale blonde head almost touched the ceiling, and she was considered short.

"Sorry about that." apologized Havoc hastily. He wanted to get going and see if she knew about Le Coeur or not.

Riza nodded. "There are very limited spaces on a small ship like this."

Winry didn't seem to hear neither reply. She stared around at the televisions on the wall; they were everywhere, were all the same size and all had static on their screens. It was a little creepy, but Winry had seen so many things in her long life, nothing much amazed or frightened her anymore.

Fuery, as well, was anxious to learn. He sat forward in his chair. "So, Winry, about the Le Coeur…"

Winry glanced at him. "You haven't met my daughter yet, and you already want answers?"

The red headed woman, looking around the age of her early thirties, smiled sheepishly. "It's alright, Grandma."

"Ah, I apologize again," said Havoc nervously. "Uh, so what's your name?"

Riza punched his arm lightly. "I'm assuming you're her granddaughter, right?"

She smiled and bobbed her head softly up and down. "Yes. My name is Armony."

"Nice to meet you." all three said at once.

Winry jumped in. "Furthermore, I'd like to see some artifacts you brought back up from the wreck…as well as my necklace."

"Necklace? You mean Le Coeur?" the man with a small toothpick in his mouth asked. It was to take place of his habit of smoking…for now.

"No, no, the other one…The silver heart necklace."

Havoc blinked. "Of course, of course! Fuery, get the bin." Fuery swiftly picked up the bin and handed it to her.

Armony edged over next to her grandmother and peeked into the bin. There must've been at least twenty artifacts, all carefully and comfortably wrapped. Most were small, except for one large piece that was slightly larger than the rest…the necklace.

Winry immediately went for it, tenderly taking off it's wrapping. The others could see this object was more than precious to her. A gentle smile formed upon seeing it shimmer again, even in the dull light. A medium-sized, silver heart on a small silver chain was all it was, but it was one of the largest memories of Winry's first love.

She turned it over, and peered at the writing. She already knew what it said; but she wanted to see it in the etched script again. Her smile became larger, and tears brimmed on her bottom eyelids.

"How sweet!" Armony exclaimed, unable to hold her awe. Fuery grinned. "Oh, are you reading the heart? I thought that was sweet too, when I read it!"

"It is," Armony agreed. Havoc was not impressed; he was searching for Le Coeur and didn't care about that dinky piece of silver.

Winry remained silent and placed the dear necklace around her neck. The pendant lay just a little below her neckline, perfectly. Her fingers lightly touched it once more, before she left it alone and went back to rediscovering the memories of that night so long ago.

Winry tenderly took the wrapping off of an elegant silver hand mirror, and lifted it higher. Looking back in the mirror were faces of wonder…Winry and Armony's.

"It looks exactly the same as it did the last time I saw it." She breathed, and gently put it down. She spotted another memorable relic, a hair comb of a jaded butterfly taking flight, and held it wonderingly in her hands.

"It's beautiful, Grandma," said Armony.

Winry chuckled. "It was my mother's. She wanted to go back for it, too…" She turned it slowly, admiring it still, experiencing a rush of memories that had been long silent for decades. Sighing longingly, she placed it back into its protective and wrapping, and both she and Armony and looked back up at Havoc, Fuery, and Riza.

Havoc's curious eyes met with Winry's. "Are you ready to go back to the Titanic?"

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((Whew, finally done…sorry that I didn't even get to the Titanic 'story' yet guys! But the next chapter will have it, I promise. I didn't want to make this one too long. I hope whoever read this liked it, because I love the movie Titanic, and am interested in the event too! Forgive me if some stuff is wrong. And…if you read, take the time to review? Arigatou gozaimasu!!))