This started as notes that me and my friend Andie wrote in second period. We're both fan-fiction/FMA:B/Soul Eater fans, so we decided to turn this into a story! I know the first chapter is short (and not very good), but I promise it'll get better. *looks over our notes* MUCH better. ;D

"You might as well give up," Medusa said, an edge of boredom in her voice. "A few children are no match for a powerful witch like me." Kid wiped the blood from his mouth, glaring at her. He hated to admit it, but she was right. Just then, the wall to their left exploded, and Stein ran in, Crona in tow. "Sorry we're late," Stein said, joining the others.

"Now, Crona, would you really attack your own mother?" Medusa asked, looking down on him like he was an insect. There was a flash of light across Stein's scythe, and Spirit's face came into focus. "Give up, Medusa," he said. "You're outnumbered five-to-one."

"Yes, that may be true," she said. "But you're clearly outmatched." With this, she pulled at a thin chain around her neck, revealing a small red stone attached to it. "Vector plate!" she shouted, holding the stone in front of her as it started to glow bright red. Five black vector plates appeared under each of the meisters, and they vanished a second later.

"I can't believe you got us lost."

"For the last time, we aren't lost!"

"Look around, we're in the middle of a desert!"

"Why're you complaining, you can't even feel hot!"

"Let's just go back."

"No, we're almost halfway there."

Ed heard a hollow sigh from behind him. The two trudged through the sand as the sun quite literally beat down on them. "Brother, look!" Al said suddenly, pointing at a spot in the distance. A sandstorm was rising up. "We'd better take cover somewhere," Ed said, looking around. Unfortunately, there wasn't anything large enough to protect them in the middle of a desert. Ed looked back to the storm, but it had already died down, revealing a group of five people. He took a step forward, but Al held up his gloved hand. "Wait, look. They're armed."

"Hey, you mind helping us?" one of them called.

"That sounds like…is that Ling?"

The five meisters walked over to the two figures they'd seen. "Who are you guys?" asked the one in a suit of armor, who sounded oddly like a ten-year-old boy. "I'm Maka," Maka said, taking a step forward. Her scythe glowed bright white and it morphed back into Soul. The other weapons did the same. The other one's golden eyes widened at this. "And this is Soul, Kid, Stein, Crona, Liz, Patty, Black Star, and Tsubaki."

"Maka-" Spirit started.

"And that's my dad," she said with a hint of annoyed sigh.

"You…you guys were just those weapons!" the golden-eyed boy said, shocked. "Yeah," Soul said. "We're weapons."

"Wait," Kid said, thinking. "What do you guys remember after Medusa's vector plates appeared?"

"There was this huuuge flash of light!" Patty said with her usual overly-exited manner. "And then we were in this place. There wasn't much to remember."

"And you guys don't know about weapons and meisters?" Maka asked the two. "No," said the armored one. "And…where exactly are we?"

"A few miles outside Amestris," said the other one. "Oh, and I'm Ed, by the way. This is my younger brother, Al." Ed looked at Soul for a second. "Wait, shouldn't you know where we are?" he asked. "You're Ishvalan, right?" Soul raised an eyebrow at him. "Ish-what?"

"Ishvalans have red eyes and white hair."

"Uh…no, I'm not. We're all from Death City."

"That's a weird name for a city." Soul shrugged. "But what did you guys mean when you said 'Medusa' and 'vector plates?'" Al asked. "We were fighting Medusa – a powerful witch," Spirit said. "And I guess that stone she had made her vector plates more powerful. Normally, they just move someone a few feet, but they transported us here."

"Stone?" Ed asked, taking a step forward. "What kind of stone? What did it look like?"

"Um…red, small, kind of round," said Liz. "Why do you ask?" Ed and Al exchanged a look. "A philosopher's stone," Al said quietly.