Part 1: Stress and Surprise

A girl around the age of 25-years-old walked through the hallways of Eastern Headquarters. She had really dark brown hair, you could almost call it black, was pulled up in a high ponytail showing off her brown eyes and her bangs was tucked behind her left ear. She wore a short tan shorts with dark, stylish combat boots. She also wore a white tank top underneath a tight fitting, zip-up brown hoodie. She had two silver guns hanging off her hips and a silver bracelet laid on her right wrist.

As she was growing up, many boys have thought of her as "beautiful," "gorgeous," or something in between. She has always hated the way she looked because no guy would look at her personality and her interests. That was how she was hurt so many times. Even with her protective older brother, no boy seemed to get the grip of not judging a book by it's cover.

At this moment, thought, she looked calm, determined, and confident but on the inside she was really scared, nervous, and surprisingly excited.

"Um, excuse me?" she said to the receptionist in the headquarters. "Can you tell me where Colonel Roy Mustang's office is?" she asked politely.

"Down that hall," the receptionist answered, pointing to a hallway without looking away from her desk. "It should be to your right."

"Thank you," the girl said and left to the direction the lazy receptionist pointed.As she slowly approached the colonel's office, her stomach started to do flops and her hands began to shake. When she got to the door that said "Colonel Roy Mustang" on it she was too nervous to knock on the door. She finally got the courage to knock after a couple of minutes but when she did, no one answered. The girl hesitantly turned the doorknob and walked in to see only empty desks.

"Well, it's probably lunch break for everyone right now," she told herself.

She walked around a little bit until the door suddenly opened and a man with brown hair and blonde bangs walked into the room. He was wearing the blue military uniform and had a cigarette hanging from his mouth.

"Uh, hello?" he said more as a question than an actually greeting. "Can I help you with anything, Miss?"

"Yes, you can. Do you know when Colonel Mustang will be back from lunch?" she asked looking out the window.

"H-He should be back any minute now," he stuttered not use to seeing a beautiful woman before his eyes.

"Is it alright if I stay here until he comes?"

"Sure, that's no problem."

"Thanks!" she smiled. She looked at the man closely and said, "You look familiar."

"I-I do?" he stuttered."Yeah. I think Maes told me about you. You are, uh, Jean Havoc, right? Second Lieutenant?" she asked waving her finger at him as she was thinking.

"How did you-"

"Maes showed pictures of everyone for my stay here," she answered. "You are probably wondering who I am right now. I'm -"

Suddenly the door opened and revealed a man with shaggy black hair and dark eyes.

"Katrina! I thought I heard you in here," he exclaimed.

"Roy!" she screamed and hugged the colonel.

Jean looked at the two with a confused expression written on his face and scratches his head.

"I feel lost," he stated.

"Lieutenant Havoc, this is my baby sister, Katrina Mustang," Roy introduced getting his voice to it's serious level.

"Sister?!" Jean exclaimed with his eyes wide and his jaw dropped so his cigarette was almost falling out of his mouth. "You have a sister, Boss?"

"You didn't tell any of your subordinates about me?" Katrina gasped at her older brother.

"It never came up," Roy shrugged.

She sighed heavily as a group of men in uniform walked in. They took one glance at Katrina and stopped in their tracks. Katrina put her hand on her forehead and shook her head as if she was saying "Not again."

Roy was glaring at the group over protectively and Jean was still getting use to the fact that the colonel had a sister.

Roy put an arm around his sister's shoulders and while pointing at each of the men, he introduced, "Katrina, meet Breda, Fuery, and Falman." A/N: I do not know their ranks or first names so this is the best I can do.

"Hello," Katrina greeted with a small wave. Then she turned to Roy and said, "Roy, I'm kind of hungry. Where's there a place I can get some food?"

"Havoc will show you," he told her. "Lieutenant Havoc! Take Katrina to the Mess Hall."

"Yes, sir," Jean saluted. "Follow me, Miss.-"

"Please call me Katrina," she stopped him laughing as they walked out.

Once they left the office, Breda said, "Wow, Katrina-"

"Is my sister," Roy interrupted, glaring at the red-head.

"Seems very intelligent," Breda finished nervously trying to hide behind Fuery.

"I didn't know you had a sister, Colonel," Falman said to Roy. "Why didn't you tell us?"

"I don't mix my personal life and my military life together," Roy remarked. "There's no reason for you to meet her let alone know about her."

"Oh," the other three said in unison.

"So, why is your sister here at Eastern HQ?" Breda asked.

"A good question that I don't know the answer to," Roy said, looking at the door his sister and his most trusted soldier went through.

.: - :.

"Jean, are you okay?" Katrina asked snapping her fingers in front of his dazed face.

He shook his head to get out of his and replied, "Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"

"My first clue was that you were staring at nothing for the past seven minutes and my second clue was your cigarette ashes falling into your soda."

Jean was taking a sip of his drink at that moment and he spit it out. Katrina laughed as she threw her trash out. She sat back down with a smile on her face.

"Still not use to the idea of Roy having a sister, huh?" she asked.

Jean nodded as they both heard someone calling out Katrina's name. Katrina looked to where she heard her name and saw a woman with blonde hair pulled up and had reddish-brown eyes.

"Riza!" Katrina exclaimed and ran over to Riza. "I haven't see you in so long!"

"Yes, it has been a long time. Hello, Lieutenant Havoc," Riza greeted.

"Wait, how do you know Katrina?" Jean questioned Riza.

"Roy and I bumped into her in Central a while ago. She told us that she was on her way to Liore, which reminds me. How was Lior, Katrina?" Riza said.

"It was, um, good," Katrina answered. "Yeah, it was good. Very peaceful and quiet."

"But I heard a war broke out there," Jean commented.

"Um, it was peaceful where I was living... Yep yep!"

"Why do I feel like you're lying to us, Katrina," Riza asked crossing her arms over her chest.

"I-I don't know what y-your talking about," she answered facing the opposite direction putting her hands in her hoodie pocket.

Something fell out of Katrina's pocket and made "clinking" noises when it hit the floor. Her eyes widened as Jean picked up the small contraption.

"Well, this explains a lot," he said smirking.

.: - :.

"And that's the story," Katrina ended her explanation.

"Wow," was all Jean could say and Riza looked at Katrina with a blank expression on her face.

"Please don't tell Roy about this!" Katrina pleaded clasping her hands together. "He's so against me doing this."

"Don't worry, Katrina," Riza told her. "We won't tell the colonel."

"Thank you," she sighed in relief.

"Yeah, we won't tell your brother because you are," Riza continued.

"What?!"

"Good luck," Jean said patting her back and left to go to the office with Riza.

"Great. I better make up my will."

.: - :.

Katrina walked into her brother's office to see everyone working. All fo the guys in the room, except Jean, had their eyes glued to the paperwork laying on their desks. Riza gave her a small smile and Jean, a small wave. She smiled and waved back until someone interrupted.

"Oh, Katrina. Just the person I was looking for," Roy said staring at his little sister.

"You were looking for me? Why?" Katrina asked a little too quickly.

"Can't a brother catch some things up with his sister?" he asked with a smirk.

"Yeah, sure!" Katrina smiled and walked into his personal office. She sat in Roy's comfy chair and asked, "What do you want to know?"

"Why are you here, Katrina?" Roy asked.

Her eyes widened at the sudden question. She had wished Roy would have asked her that later, like maybe never.

I might as well tell him. He would end up finding out anyways from Maes or just from me staying here, she thought.

She took a deep breath then said, "I want to see you, Big Brother."

Okay, maybe I'll tell him in a few hundred years and hope that he was as clueless as he was when he was five.

"For some reason, I doubt that," he said putting his hands in his pockets.

"There's no reason to," Katrina lied again while closing her eyes and crossed her legs. "Anyways, what did you threaten your subordinates with? Over half the men in the other room had their eyes glued to their paperwork. No one likes work that much."

.: - :.

"Would the colonel really burn us to a crisp if we look at his sister?!" Fuery exclaimed, anime crying.

.: - :.

"Don't change the subject on me now, Katrina. You told me that you would be in Lior until the holidays," Roy said.

"Aren't you happy to see me?" Katrina questioned with a cheesy grin.

"Fine. If you don't tell me what's going on, you won't have a place to stay."

"You wouldn't," she glared.

"I think I would," he smirked.

.: - :.

"I don't see how they're related," Falman said.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Katrina is really nice and Roy is just Roy," Jean agreed.

"Roy! You're so... so... Gr! I can't believe you're my brother!" Katrina screamed storming out of Roy's office.

"Well, I can see it," Breda said pointing at her.

"Hey, Riza? Can I stay with you until my arrogant brother let's me stay with him, or at least a hotel?" she asked sweetly.

"Do not answer that, Hawkeye," Roy said sternly.

"That's okay," Katrina said calmly even though her blood is boiling. "I'll just go back to Central and-" She realized what she just said and covered her mouth while Riza shook her head at the stupidity and Jean, once again, widened his eyes.

"You're going back to Central, huh? I didn't even know you were there in the first place," Roy said smirking.

"Oops. Bad move," Katrina told herself.

"So why were you in Central?" he asked.

Katrina turned 90 degrees, crossed her arms over her chest and stuck her nose in the air."Well I'm not going to tell you," she said, stubbornly.

Roy noticed something shiny in his sister's hoodie pocket. He looked at Katrina sternly and grabbed her by the wrist.

"Hey! Let go of me!" she fought.

"No. You are coming with me," Roy told her and dragged her into his office. He shut the door and started to pace back and forth.

"Are you okay, Big Brother?" Katrina asked innocently.

"Sit," he ordered pointing at the couch. Katrina immediately sad down. "Tell me why you were in Central, and tell me the truth.

"You saw me in Central. I was on my way to Liore. Remember?" Katrina said.

"You're lying, Katrina. You never went to Liore. You just admitted it out there!" he said pointing at his office door. By now he was clenching his teeth and was growing very impatient.Katrina cringed at her brother's anger. She can't even remember the last time she made her brother angry. Actually, she could but back to the point. Roy was getting furious.

"I know. I'm sorry I lied. But I did for a good reason. If I would have told you-"

"Tell me what?" he asked even though he knew the answer.

"I think you already know that," Katrina replied as she stood up. She reached into her pocket, grabbing the circular object and waved it in Roy's face. "I am now a State Alchemist and I have been for about a week now."

New story! Yay! Well, it's not exactly new since it's been posted on quizilla for over a year now, but whatever. Sorry for adding drama right at the beginning of the story. I didn't really want to, but it just kinda happened that way. I would have edited it, but I felt too lazy. Review and tell me what you think!