Okay, so I have been slacking off in my Transformers fanfiction and all, writer's block sucks, blah blah blah XD. But anyways, I want to try my hand at a crossover fanfiction. Oh yeah, and I decided not to make a Tales of Vesperia fanfiction. I just can't get any ideas. Wish I didn't lose my USB with the original storyline in it. All destractions aside, I thought it would be fun to merge my favorite anime with my favorite books series of all time! And before you even dare think it, it's NOT Twilight. I read about half the first book, thought it to be crap, and ditched. A VAMPIRE DOES NOT SPARKLE, PEOPLE! But I have to admit, Taylor Lautner is HOT. But anyways, my favorite book series is the Leviathan Trilogy by Scott Westerfeld. I has all three books, number one- Leviathan, number two- Behemoth and number three, the newest book, Goliath. I haven't finished it though, so the story will start about halfway through book two and continue on until I can't go any further before reading more, so this will definatly be a good challenge for me. Just like with my very crappy single-chapter one-shot fanfiction for Fullmetal Alchemist, I will let the readers decide whether or not it will be worth doing. But I hope this one will come out better. Also, I will not be adding any characters to portray the fact that I wish I was there, it will just be the normal characters. And I'm just throwing this in here, but I really would like someone to help me with stories by reading them before I post them and help me fix them up to be better. So if anyone is interested in helping me, you can either write so in a review or PM me. And I have to say this has to be the biggest opening ever, so I'm gonna get to the story. For all of you reading this and are still reading here, thanks for actually reading this thing. Your patience is well rewarded with the story you clicked on to read. So here it is! ENJOY!

"Barking bloody princes", Deryn Sharp muttered, walking along the Leviathan's large corridors, pulling the thylacine Tazza behind her.

She couldn't sleep at all the night before, having to look after the still burnt Newkirk and needing to walk Tazza pretty much every five minutes. Not to mention the fact that she still had to check on the lady boffin Dr. Barlow's 'precious eggs'. Despite all the work she had to do still, she was out delivering secret messages for the Clankers.

What would the officers think if they found out she was aiding the enemy in the middle of a barking war.

Deryn sighed, trying to think of a good excuse as she got closer to the cabin. 'I was just asking our count friend if he needed anything... No. On a secret mission from the captain? No, they would check... Hm... Somebody had to keep an eye on the mutinous Clankers, and this was the best way! No, no, no!' No matter what she tried, they all sounded too barking pathetic.

Besides, she knew the only reason she had really said yes to Alek for doing this: he had just looked so helpless lying there, pale and bandaged, unaware of whether or not they would hang him for mutiny at dawn tomorrow. All it did was make the way she felt that much harder to just push to the side.

Pushing those thoughts away, she took a deep breath and knocked on the state-room door.

After a few moments, it was opened by a tall man wearing a formal uniform. He silently stared down his sharp nose at both Deryn and Tazza. Deryn began to wonder if she should bow to the man, due to the fact that he was a count and all. Then again, Alek was a prince, which she thought to be far more important, and nobody ever bowed to him. (Me: That would be cause no one else on the bloody airship knows, you dummy.)

"What is it?" the man asked after the, well, awkward silence. Deryn straitened up a bit.

"Pleased to meet you, Mr..., um, Count Volger. I'm Midshipman Dylan Sharp."

"I know who you are."

"Right, because Alek and I, we've been fencing and that. We're friends."

"You're that idiot boy who put a knife to Alek's throat."

Deryn swallowed, trying to untangle her tongue. She was only pretending when she'd taken Alek 'hostage' back in the Alps, to try and force the Clankers to negotiate with them instead of simply blowing the airship to smitherines.

Yet under Volger's harsh, imperious gaze, the words just would not come out.

"Aye, that was me," she managed to choke out after a while. "But it was only to get your attention."

"You succeded."

"And I used the dull edge of that knife, just to be safe!" She then looked down the corridors to check for oncoming officers. "Do you suppose I could come in?"

"Why?"

"I've got a message from Alek. A secret one."

When he heard that, Count Volger's stony countenance shifted a squick. The eyebrow over his left eye arched a little and he finally steped back. Another moment passed, and Deryn and Tazza were inside the stateroom, the thylacine sniffing Volger's boots.

"What is this creature?" he asked taking yet another step backwards.

Before Deryn could explain, there was a sudden crash in the distance, followed by some shouting. Both were taken off gaurd, and Tazza instinctively began running towards the commotion, yanking his leash out of Deryn's hand.

"Great..." Deryn muttered. She turned to the Count. "I'll explain later, but if I lose Tazza, the lady bofin will have my head." With that, she chased after the disappearing thylacine.

"Oww..." a blonde boy muttered as he tried to get out from under the boxes that had fallen onto him.

"Brother, are you all right?" a darker haired boy asked, rushing to the first ones aid. After the crates were pushed off, the two looked around the dark room, trying to find the door in the darkness. After a few minutes of flailing about, not to mention knocking more crates over, the door opened to reveal a light-haired boy around their age, with a dog next to him. He tried to jump on the blonde boy, but, to his relief, the dog was kept back by a leash held tightly in the boys hand.

"Tazza, down." he said, and the dog sat instantly. The boy then looked to the two in the room. "What are you two stowaways doing here and how did you manage to hide without getting caught this long?" he asked.

"We aren't stowaways. My name is Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist. Better known as the Hero of the People." the blonde one said.

"And I'm his younger brother, Alphonse Elric," the darker haired boy said. "What's your name?"

"Midshipman Dylan Sharp. And what's an alchemist? I've never heard of that before." he replied. Alphonse then looked to his older brother.

"Does that mean..." he started, then Edward took over.

"Yeah. We're on the other side of the gate." he said, his grin fading into a pensive frown. Edward looked up, and seeing Dylan's lost look, he smiled again. "Hey, could you tell us where we are exactly?"

"You're currently aboard the British Airbeast, the Leviathan."

"Air.." Edward started.

"..beast?" Alphonse finished. They glanced at each other, then back to Dylan, who sighed and motioned for them to follow him.

"I guess I'll have to go talk to the lady boffin about this... Mr. Rigby'll have my head..." he mumbled, thinking the two strange boys couldn't hear him, but they caught every word.

"Lady boffin? What does that mean?" Alphonse whispered to his older brother.

"I dunno, Al. But I gotta feeling we'll find out soon enough." he whispered back. Dylan looked at the two boys behind him, and noticed that not only did they have unusual hair, with the fact that Edward's hair was long and tied back in a braid and Alphonse had his in a ponytail, which really wasn't too unusual but not many boys their age would have hair like that, but they had unusual eyes, too. They both had golden eyes, though Edwards were bright gold while Alphonse had a darker variation of yellow.

"Where are you two from?" he asked, pulling them from their odd whispering.

"A small town named Resembool, in Amestris." Alphonse answered before Edward could remind him those places didn't exist past the Gate. Dylan raised his eyebrow.

"Resembool? Amestris? Never heard of them." he said.

"Uh, you said this was an airbeast, right?" Ed asked, desperate to change the subject. Tazza barked, as if trying to answer, and tugged on his collar, trying once more to tackle Edward.

"Aye, the best beastie in the British Air Service." Dylan answered, pride hinting in his voice. He turned and saw what was hidden behind the long sleeve of Ed's red jacket: a metal arm. He turned full around stopping them. "Are you two Clanker spies?" he asked half angry have scared.

Evil cliffhanger. Muahaha. So I'm going to do the same thing as before, I get five good reviews or continue votes and the story will have another chapter. But if I get ten bad reviews or discontinue votes, then the story will be discontinued and possibly up for adoption if anyone wanted to take it over. This is going to be a mix of both FMA and FMA: Brotherhood, just cause I feel like putting Ling Yao in here. Only alchemy possible is for Edward's automail, and if the story is continued I plan on adding the Homonculi and other supporting characters. And of course, Winry'll have to show up.

Winry: You make his automail break, he won't be the only one to be hit by a wrench.

Me: But it makes the story flow better.

Winry: *lifts giant wrench that should really be impossible to make, let alone lift*

Me: OKAY OKAY PUT THAT THING DOWN! Anyway, I'll do my best to make this a good story. And if I survive the wrenches, and I get the votes I will add another chapter. Also I do not own anything. Fullmetal alchemist is owned by Funimation, Aniplex, and the author of the series (dunno the name) and the Leviathan trilogy is owned by the best author in history and my inspiration, Scott Westerfeld. Thank you! *off to the side: WAIT WINRY! I DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING YET! PUT THE FRIGGIN WRENCH DOWN! AGH! WRITER, MAKE HER STOP!* Mmm, sorry Ed, you're on your own. Muahaha.