Okay, this is a story about my cat and I gettting stuck in Amestris. This is MANGA BASED! So if you havn't read the manga, scoot. I will let you know if there are spoilers before hand. There are no pairings so far, and I will not pair myself with anyone.

Disclaimer: Hey Ed, do I own Fullmetal Alchemist?

Ed: No.

Me: See? I only own Blackjack and myself.

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I sat at my computer desk, playing "Out of control", by Hoobastank.

I sang the song, not knowing if it sounded right, considering my earphones were clinging to my head. My black hair was pulled back into a low pony tail with a red hair tie. My cat, Blackjack was curled up in my lap.

"Hey, Jackie, what do you want to read?" I asked the little black tom-cat, after slipping my head set around my neck; his only marking was a white spot on his chest.

"How should I know? I'm a cat." Blackjack huffed, rising from where he curled up on my lap, and leaping nimbly to my shoulder.

"Don't rip my shirt, I just got it." I told him sharply. The shirt was black with silver peace signs scattered randomly across it.

"Yeah, yeah." Blackjack rolled his eyes and batted at the snake pendent on my necklace.

Really, Blackjack may be smart, even for a cat, (I learned to speak animal through an odd series of events to long to explain here) but sometimes he acts like such a normal cat that it's scary.

"Crazy cat." I laughed, scratching his head. Blackjack's yellow eyes narrowed to slits as he glowered at me.

"Yeesh, temperamental little bugger." I huffed. I stood up, carefully, making sure Blackjack kept his balance. I slipped the head set off and put it away. With a few clicks, I shut off the computer.

"Let's go outside, Jack-Jack." It wasn't a question. I slipped down the stairs, my worn black jeans cuffs brushing my ankles in an annoying way. I grabbed my black jacket; it had a brown ruff of fur on the hood and a hidden pocket, and slipped it on after putting Blackjack down briefly. I picked him back up as I slipped my feet into my old white tennis shoes, that where so battered, they looked grey.

After settling Blackjack onto my shoulder once more, he tilted his head to look at me. "Where are we going?" he questioned, flicking his tail so that it hit me in the neck.

"To the tree, for a nap." I answered offhandedly. Blackjack grunted his agreement. There was a tree near my house with perfect footholds and branches for climbing.

My feet crunched through the leaves that littered the ground, but I was otherwise silent.

I reached the tree, and with a motion that was perfect from years of the same movement. I grabbed a branch over my head, braced my feet against the trunk, and, with the help of a knot hole in the trunk, I hoisted myself onto the branch.

"Whoo." I sighed, before grabbing Blackjack from where he clung to my shoulder for dear life. I sat the cat on my head and put my hood up.

"Kiba style." I laughed, making a reference to Naruto. As Blackjack settled on my head, I grabbed the next branch, just above me, and with a lot of scrabbling, and a brief moment of hanging there, over the ground, I managed to get onto that branch, the rest of the branches where closer together. I climbed about six feet higher, before settling on a branch, my back against the trunk.

I pulled my cell phone out, took the earbuds, stuck them in my ears, and listened to the music I had uploaded onto it as I slipped into sleep.

I woke with a start, felt myself slip. I fell from the branch that was about twenty feet off the ground (It was a huge, ancient oak). I screamed as I fell, as I fell, I was smacked by branches, felt my head crack against one of the thicker branches. The branches clawed at me, I felt warm blood trickle from cuts, heard Blackjack yowl, but he seemed miles away.

I hit the ground. I moaned, pain shooting through me. I forced myself to stand up. I gently pulled Blackjack from my hood.

"You okay, Jackie?" I asked him, it hurt.

"I'm fine, maybe some bruises, and you?" he questioned me.

"Cuts, bruises, I think I broke my ribs. My cell isn't broken though." I stated, pulling the completely unscathed cell phone from my pocket.

"K?" Blackjack questioned, his head tilted back to look at the tree. I glanced at it, and gasped. The tree I had fallen asleep in was an oak; this one was a pine, nearly double the height of my tree.

Both Blackjack and I glanced around. "Nothing looks familiar." I stated.

"Nothing smells familiar." Blackjack answered.

"Smell humans?" I asked. The little tom cat nodded and jumped from my shoulder to lead the way. I followed at a slow pace, my ribs aching. I think they where cracked, not broken.

After about twenty minutes of this slow pace, we finally reached a city.

I picked Blackjack up and tucked him into my hood again, the hood up. His head poked out through the gap between the hood and my head. I spotted someone who vaguely looked like a police officer.

"Excuse me? Where am I?" I asked him, blood trickling in my eyes from scratches on my forehead.

"Central, why do yo- Oh my gosh, miss, are you alright?" he asked, obviously concerned.

"Central? Central where?" I asked, ignoring his question.

"Amestris. Miss, we must get you to a hospital!" he stated.

"Amestris!?!" I shrieked. Said shriek caused my ribs to ache more sharply. My legs buckled, I fell to my knees.

"We need an ambulance; a girl from unknown origin is injured. I'm reporting from…" I didn't hear the rest of what the officer said. I was in Central, as in, Central Amestris, as in Fullmetal Alchemist!?!

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There you have it, wasn't that lovely :D Blackjack, if you would be so kind.

Blackjack: Reviews are better than ice cream and catnip ^^