Drgnlady: My first FMA fan fiction! Because Fullmetal Alchemist is now my favorite anime… I love it! Also just so you are aware…. I am MSA so that should explain my mania… somewhat lol. This story takes place after the movie conqueror of Shambala with a twist. Ed and Al both stay in Amestris because the gate shuts down on its own, leaving the ones who survived the invasion stranded in Amestris.

Roy: Oh, this should be interesting…

Drgnlady: hehehe…..

Riza: /sigh

Disclaimer: I don't own FMA… I wish I did… I just own my own odd ideas…

Chapter 1: The aftermath of the invasion

The once busy city streets were now deserted, and the sun kept it's steady march behind the mountains in the west, creating shadows on the walls. The smoke wafted from the still burning rubble and melted pieces of armor that still remained. A piece of paper blew by, picked up by the draft caused by the walking soldiers coming in to check the streets.

"Find anything yet?"

"No nothing… just more results of the Flame Alchemist's handiwork."

"I tell you that guy isn't human…" The soldier made a small disgusted noise.

They continued checking each armor piece, before throwing it on an ever growing pile in the cart that the first soldier was pushing. Both of them had become absorbed in their own conversation and neglected to hear the small cry of a woman as she woke up.

She woke suddenly hearing the tramping of the boots and the squeaking of the cart loaded with armor. She willed herself to stay still, thankful for her training for the second time today. She had been able to come to this world, following them and now she was going to see what exactly it was they had been planning. She stayed silent, not wanting to be noticed and waited for the patrol to pass her, hoping they would ignore her.

"Hey, what's that over there?"

"That armor is actually still in one piece… Looks like Mustang missed one…"

The second soldier laughed, "Tell him that and I think he'd barbeque you next!"

The woman struggled not to jump at her feet after hearing the soldier's words. She could only understand one word, but that had more of an effect on her than she would care to admit.

"I think we may have actually found a live one…" The soldier pulled her to her feet, and out of her stolen armor.

"How in the world did she survive?" He muttered in surprise, while the other man quickly attached a set of block handcuffs on the woman.

"Whik da yise wegh, bangheil?" She muttered angrily.

"Hmmm ok then… Guessing she doesn't like you… Then again you never did have any luck with the ladies" He laughed as he took in the woman's appearance. "Especially not a looker like her!" She wore black pants, and a long sleeve brown shirt that was molded to her body with a black short sleeved shirt over top. Her hands covered in a pair of nondescript black leather gloves, her face covered with a thin black mask and a pair of sunglasses. Her blonde hair was bound tightly in a bun at the nape of her neck, not a strand out of place.

"Better take her to HQ along with the rest." He indicated the cart of parts.

"You probably don't understand this but come on…"

The group made their way to HQ without incident, the woman silently following her captors and not attempting to escape. The guards saluted each as they made their way further into the building, taking their prisoner with them. They soon came to the central room where the other prisoners from the invasion were gathered. The soldiers who had brought in the new arrival gave a gentle push indicating that she should join them.

She joined them without complaint, not giving any indication as to what she was planning. She ignored the soldiers as one of their higher ups started addressing the prisoners, not like she understood what they were saying anyway. She instead focused on the vial she had hidden, strapped to her inner wrist. She moved the thin glass vial down into the fingers of her left hand, pinching and causing it to shatter, allowing the foul smelling liquid to coat her gloves, causing them to smoke lightly as she flicked the liquid that was quickly becoming a gel up towards her restraints.

"Hey what's going on here!" A voice broke through the noise of the unintelligible language of the military.

The woman looked up as the cuffs hit the floor with a clang. "Well at least someone I can understand." She rubbed her hands together as every weapon pointed at her, ready if she were to attempt to break free.

"I asked what is going on here?" This time the voice was in the language of the military.

"Sorry, Fullmetal sir, we were just detaining prisoners as ordered." One of the men stammered indicating the group in front of them.

"Let me talk to them, at least I can understand them…" He walked toward the woman who had removed her restraints and spoke in her language, "What is your name, and how'd you get those cuffs off? I smell something but can't exactly place all of the components."

"My name is my own, and none of your concern. And yes there are several chemicals in that mixture, I'm surprised you realized that, being a kid and all."

"I AM NOT A KID!"

"Yes well, I'm not entirely convinced, she smirked.

"I thought I heard something squeaking in here, and look who I found, if it isn't the Fullmetal pipsquek."

The room jumped to attention as the two entered the room, General Mustang and his aide and bodyguard Lt. Riza Hawkeye.

Riza sighed as she watched the general's actions, "Sir you really shouldn't …"

"Who you calling Pipsqueak that his only friends are FLEAS!" The blonde yelled as he turned to face the newcomer. "Mustang! Why the hell are you here?"

"Mu-stang…" The prisoners looked at each other with faces of fear. "It can't be! Wasn't he killed? I though…"

The woman looked quickly from the crowd to the general and then back to the crowd. Edward followed, confusion in his eyes, asking in Amestrian "Why are they so frightened?"

"My reputation must precede me, to even think that that foreign invaders know and fear my name." He said with a smug grin on his face.

"They said you were supposed to be dead, general, I wouldn't be so happy…"

"Dead, huh? Well that certainly puts a damper on things," he said as he straightened his collar.

"Why are you so shocked," Ed asked the woman he had been talking to.

"I have my own reasons. If you must know I request that you allow me to talk in private with you."

"Why should I allow that, you're just an invader from Germany? Ed asked.

"So you know where I am from, at least that explains why you understand my language."

"Yes I lived there for some time."

"As a spy, I assume."

"I wasn't a spy, why would I need to spy on you people! You were the ones who invaded us!"

"I didn't invade you," she pointed toward the other prisoners, "they did. I just followed them to find some of my own information, don't lump me in with them."

"You wouldn't happen to know more about why they did invade, do you?

"I might… but then again I'm not saying anything unless you agree to my terms."

"Why do you care about that so much?"

"Like I said, those are my terms, take them or leave them."

"Fine…" Ed looked back towards the general and spoke in their language, "She's saying that she has information regarding this invasion and will talk if we meet with her away from this crowd." He pointed at the prisoners and guards.

"But sir, we can't let you do that, what would happen if she tried to kill you?" One of the guards stammered.

"I'll go with him, and of course the Lieutenant will be there as well. Even if you doubt the Flame Alchemist, surely you don't doubt Hawkeye's abilities."

The guard looked as if he were going to mess himself. "No… no of course not, sir!" Not answering whether or not he doubted either one of his superiors.

"Well, come on then." he indicated that the woman should follow him.

"Ok then," She got up to follow the blonde. Walking through the door held open for him she made a slight gasp in surprise as the general and the blonde lieutenant fell in step behind her. "Why are they coming as well?"

"To get some answers." Ed replied without turning around.

They made their way further into the building, down a small corridor to a room that had no windows. A room that was made for interrogating prisoners.

"Now talk," Ed said as he spun around and Lieutenant Hawkeye closed the door behind her.