Author's Note : Well, here is another Fullmetal Alchemist fanfic. Yes, you did read correctly, Edward is a girl but she does not have a typical name like Edna... read and find out. And pairings? Um... That's a secret!

Disclaimers: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist.

Enjoy!

Chapter One

More Than It Seems

Mustang was indeed not happy, not at all. A simple investigation turned all wrong and now he was trapped in the cellar of an unknown house, his hands tied behind his back, his clothes and hair a mess and, on top of it all, he was stuck with the Fullmetal Alchemist. The blond alchemist was still unconscious, laying in the corner.

"Shorty, wake up," called Mustang trying to reach the blond in front of him with his foot. "Get up now."

What the Flame Alchemist failed to realize was that he was pissing off an already moody teenager. Also, what everyone apart from Alphonse, Winry and Pinako did not know was that Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist, was actually Evelyn Elric. He was a she. She had been hiding her gender ever since Mustang had mistaken her for a boy the first time they had met, the night when the Elric siblings tried to revive their mother. That night, she had lost her right arm, her left leg and also her long golden hair which had been burnt. Therefore, when the Flame Alchemist had arrived at the Rockbells' home, Evelyn had a large t-shirt on and her hair had been very short.

In addition, it was not hard for the siblings to hide the eldest's gender since Alphonse already had the habit of calling his older sister 'Ed'. The nickname started when they were both very little since the boy could not pronounce the 'Ev' of Evelyn. Therefore, he would always say 'Edelyn'. Hence the nickname, 'Ed', stuck, even for Winry.

The reason the two alchemists were now tied up was that they had been sent to investigate on a series of recent murders. They had followed the evidence until the household of a very wealthy man on the far south side of Central. They had reason to believe he was behind the deaths since the victims seemed to have a certain connection to him by ways of debts. However, before they got near enough to the house, they were ambushed by what seemed to be a group of poor, homeless bandits.

Although, once the two alchemists started to defend themselves and fight back, they realized that those men were anything but mere bandits, they fought like professionals. Therefore, the two of them were quickly outnumbered and had to stop when some of the men pulled out guns, pointing them towards the two officers. At the end, they were captured, knocked unconscious and brought into the cellar of a house, tied up in the process.

"Fullmetal, wake up now," ordered Mustang once again, nudging the blond alchemist with the tip of his boot.

Evelyn groaned and slowly opened her eyes, glancing around the cellar. Once she realized the predicament she was in, she quickly sat up. However, she groaned as pain shot through the back of her head where she had been struck.

"Finally, it took you long enough, Shorty," whispered Mustang, pulling his foot away. "How are your hands?"

"Tied behind my back idiot, what do you think?" she snapped, glaring at him for having called her small.

"Can you perform alchemy?" growled Mustang, staring back at her.

"No I cannot," she replied stressing each word. "My hands are facing the other way and my arms are starting to go numb because of it. Are there any other stupid questions you want to ask?"

"Damn it," cursed Mustang, looking around the cellar as Evelyn tried to think of something to get both of them out of this predicament.

Suddenly, Evelyn began to shuffle her way towards the Colonel until their backs were inches away from each other.

"What are you doing?" asked Mustang, trying to look back.

"I can perform alchemy by clapping my hands, completing a circle with my body. Maybe if we complete the circle but with you in the middle, it may work," explained Evelyn, hesitating before reaching for the Colonel's hands. "I just hope it does," she murmured under her breath.

Mustang did not reply but he also hoped so as well. However, he was a little uncomfortable that Evelyn was now holding his hands, her metal right one cold in his left. He doesn't have his gloves, realized the Colonel, waiting a moment. When he was about to release how her left hand, he noticed that it was very smooth. He frowned, puzzled by the discovery but he did not realize that he had released her right hand but not her left. Evelyn cleared her throat loudly, snapping Mustang out of train of thoughts.

Meanwhile, Evelyn was trying to calm herself, knowing that it was a close call. Mustang could have discovered her secret if she had left him to think it over any longer. Taking a deep breath, she placed both hands on the rope around Mustang's wrists and an electric blue light shone. Within seconds, the rope fell apart and the Colonel massaged his sore wrists. Evelyn waited a moment before turning towards him a frown on her face. She moved her arms which she could now barely feel, trying to catch the man's attention.

"Mustang, my arms," she growled since the man was obvious to her predicament. "Now."
"Alright, alright," sighed the man, kneeling behind her and undoing the rope. "There you are, Shorty."

Evelyn growled, glaring at the man before standing, walking away from him. We have to get out of here, now, she thought before a sharp pain shot through her lower stomach. Shit, you have got to be kidding me! Not now! She quickly glanced around the room, looking for the exit. She finally spotted it at the far end of the room and jogged over there. She listened for any noises on the other side, to know if anyone was walking by. She heard nothing.

Therefore, she silently opened the door a crack and peered down the corridor. She turned back to the Colonel and was about to tell him to hurry when gunshots were heard above them. Evelyn glanced towards the ceiling and she heard yelling and more gunshots. She eyed Mustang for a moment before opening the door completely and running out. However, she had not seen the man who had jogged down the stairs, therefore running into him.

Evelyn fell to the floor as the man, much larger, just staggered back a few feet. The blond alchemist quickly jumped to her feet and went to kick the gun out of the man's hand. However, as she did, his finger pulled the trigger and a bullet grazed Evelyn's leg on her outer thigh. She hissed in pain but managed to punch the man in the face with her metal fist. He fell back, his head hitting the stone wall as he slid to the floor, unconscious.

"Let's go," called Evelyn, running up the stairs, her leg stinging in pain.

Mustang was only a few feet behind before they reached the door. However, before she could open it, it was pulled out of her reach and a tall, blond man in a blue military uniform stood there, his gun aimed at them. Once he realized who it was he lowered it and smirked at both of them.

"Good to see both of you," he chuckled, handing Mustang a gun. "We were wondering when you make your appearance Boss."

"What the status, Havoc?" asked Mustang as they ran down a large corridor.

"We're pretty much done around here," replied the officer as he continued with the detailed report on the rescue mission.

Meanwhile, Evelyn tried to keep up with the two men, her leg and lower stomach giving her a hard time. Though, her mind was elsewhere. She always wondered how Havoc would react if he ever found out about her being a girl. Would he still call her 'Boss'? Would they trust her as much as they do now? They trust Hawkeye but, Evelyn realized it was because the woman had to constantly hold a gun to their heads for them to obey. She did not want that. She was happy with how it was now and she did not want it to change. However, she knew in a little more than a year, if she was lucky, she would have to tell them. She was seventeen and they would start getting very suspicious if her voice doesn't change or she stays that short and skinny. Of course she had muscles but not as much as a boy her age would have with all her training. But I'm scared to tell them... maybe they'll never trust me again...

The three officers made their way outside and Evelyn sat on the front steps of the large house where she was once held captive. One of the reasons she sat there was to try to forget about the pain in her stomach. The other was her wound she just received. She looked down at her leg and groaned. Blood slowly dripped from it and onto the steps, staining them red.

"Come on, we need to take care of that," explained Fuery, offering his hand to her to help her get up.

She reluctantly took it and the young officer pulled her up. They made their way through the small crowd until they reached the medical unit set up. They entered and there were only a few officers there with minor wounds.

"Ah, Fullmetal. Let's see..., that wound doesn't look that deep, hop on here and we'll take care of that now," ordered the doctor, motioning for the high table and Evelyn got on it. "And maybe it would best to remove those pants for the moment."

Evelyn, on any other day, may not have minded that much since under her pants she had a pair of boxers over her underwear. However, today was not the best day. With the cramps, she knew it was the time of the month for her and not only would her underwear be red, but her boxers as well. She did not know how she would explain that to the doctor.

"I have to?" she asked, stalling.

"Yes you do, Major. I can't take care of that wound with those leather pants on you," repeated the doctor, eyeing his patient. "Now off."

"No."
"What is it this time, Fullmetal?" wondered Mustang as he also entered the medical tent.

"None of your business Colonel," replied Evelyn, glaring at the man. Shit, shit, shit. Now he's here too!

"Follow the doctor's orders Elric, it won't kill you," mocked the older alchemist, eyeing the teenager.

"No," repeated Evelyn, starting to panic since she could not come up with a good enough excuse to leave. Damn these hormones. My emotions are going crazy. I have to keep it together.

"Fullmetal -"

"Brother!"
A large suit of armour burst into the tent, startling everyone inside. Evelyn sighed in relief as her younger brother entered and placed himself in front of her. Even though Alphonse had been used to calling her Ed since they were little, calling her 'Brother' had taken some getting used to for the younger boy. He had always looked up to her and he had found it very weird when she had asked to him think of her as a boy. He got used to it though.

"Hey Al," greeted Evelyn, smiling up at her younger brother.

"I was worried! What stupid thing did you do now? You're always getting into trouble! That's so like you Brother, you're impossible!" ranted Alphonse, not knowing he had just saved her secret. "We're going home now!"

"I couldn't agree more Al," she laughed, hoping off the table, landing mostly on her left leg, the one that was not injured. "Let's go."

"Wait a minute young man!" called the doctor. "You're still injured!"

"Brother!" cried Alphonse looking down at Evelyn.

She looked up at him quickly, her eyes wide as she almost imperceptibly shook her head, warning her brother. The suit of armour understood and came up with a quick excuse.
"I'll take care of him. He has such a hard head; he won't listen to anyone, not even me!"

Evelyn let out a deep breath, relieved. She quickly left the tent, sure that her secret was safe. However, she did not realize that her silent exchange with her brother had been caught by Mustang who grew even more suspicious about his subordinate. He's hiding something. I know he is, thought the older man, thinking the whole thing over. He is definitely hiding something. And I'm going to find out what it is.