AN: spoilers!! (havoc got hurt in the manga and can't walk) that's it. Oh! And here's a surprise: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or anything else!

Chapter 1

Ed awoke to a cackling maniacal laughter. Opening his eyes he found himself floating in nothing, although he felt like he was standing on ground. Had he gone blind? With a startled yelp he brought a hand close to his face. No, his hand was visible. Scanning the area he found Al just behind him, Mustang sprawled on his face a few feet to the left, and Hawkeye and Havoc even farther to the right. They shifted and twitched as if asleep. But Al doesn't sleep. Panic welled up and, stupidly, he shook his brother's metal body. It clinked and grated against the non-existent ground, waking the others. They said nothing as Ed tried to get his brother's attention, ignoring their concerned stares.

Ed gave the armor a good solid shove and it slid across the emptiness making a sound not unlike a chalkboard. Al leaped to his feet in an instant. He turned to Ed and he could only assume he was demanding what he was doing. But Al had no lips to read and Ed's ears were ringing from the echo.

"Al, wait," Ed held his ears "And I thought you were dead!" Al said something else but he could only hear mumbling, Al didn't seem happy.

After everything was explained and the obvious was discussed (they didn't know where they were, how they got there or why) Havoc finally asked the important question: now what?

"Oh, yeah, and I guess I can walk here." He added as an afterthought. Mustang glanced at him almost hopefully.

"And I can sleep, I guess." Al interrupted

"Yeah, and pretty damn soundly to." Ed continued, rubbing his ear. Mustang rose from the circle they were seated in.

"Well," he dusted nonexistent dirt off his pants "If Havoc can walk we'll-"

"Walk?" Hawkeye asked. Mustang slumped; obviously upset that someone called him on that idea.

Ed stared down past his crossed legs. What if they really were trapped? He slumped also. The darkness closed in on him. The shear emptiness pulled and tore at him. If they were trapped would they die of dehydration? They were obviously not bound by physical limitations: Havoc could walk, Al could sleep... they might just go on living in boredom forever without getting hungry or... or what if they just couldn't die? To suffer eternal hunger and thirst. A fate worse then –

"AH!" Ed's dark thoughts were interrupted by a sharp pain in his eye. Rubbing it he removed a lock of hair. It must have blown in while he was staring at the ground. That's what he got for – blown?

"A draft," he mumbled aloud "from where?"

"A draft?" Mustang asked, closing his eyes "oh, right, from that way, I think." He motioned to his left.

"Well let's get out of this hole then," Havoc suggested, lifting himself up. Mustang and Hawkeye glanced at him but said nothing.

Soon they were walking at a steady pace towards the source of the wind. Although they walked calmly the force of the wind gave the impression that they were running. Ed's left foot dragged on the ground strangely sometimes. It had never done that before. He asked everyone to stop, yet when they did the wind became nothing more than a draft again. Ed sat and examined his boot to be sure he wasn't wearing it out. When he stood again his left hand pushed off the ground. Just as from when he sat before the ground was smooth to the touch, like glass or ice, but when his boot scraped against it when they walked it grated like asphalt. They started off again, still Ed's boot dragged. The wind became strong as well.

"Pick up your feet, Ed." Hawkeye lectured

"I can't help it!" Ed sulked "It's like I've forgotten how to walk properly." Mustang considered this as they walked. He turned to Havoc suddenly.

"Can I have your cigarette?" he asked with his hand out

"If you're going to start smoking do it with your own, I don't have many left." Havoc told him around the one in his mouth.

"Then just give me the butt of that one!" Mustang negotiated "it doesn't really matter."

"Sure, just wait a bit."

"No, I need it now." There was a small explosion and the cigarette was blown in two as Havoc spit it to the ground.

"You could have just waited instead of trying to kill me!" Havoc panted while Mustang picked up the pieces.

"You have stuff on your face..." Al said trying to help. Mustang rolled the pieces into a tight ball and threw it as far behind them as he could, which wasn't far because of its small mass. It lay five feet from where he stood and they walked forward like Mustang wasn't insane, but after three steps he stopped them, turned and pointed.

Ed was still fuming about the wind that rushed by in these three steps as he turned. There, thirty feet behind them, was the ball, still smoking faintly.

"How-?" Ed demanded "How is that possible?"

"That's why you can't walk right," Mustang commented "but it only works when we walk at the same time."

"Then let's run and get the hell out of this place!" Ed suggested loudly "I'm tired of this place and my boot won't last long."

"You aren't hungry?" Hawkeye asked.

Ed shook his head no "we have to get out of this weird place!" she began to walk quickly ahead leaving the blond glaring.

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AN: more chapters to come... I'm just really lazy. they'll probably be really long...