I'm Still Here

By: Ishhyyy

Summary-Maybe this time tomorrow

The rain will cease to follow

And the mist will fade into one more today

Something somewhere out there keeps calling.

Yes readers, this is another fanfic by ME lol. I love Edward to death so I thought I should make a fanfic using him. This takes place after the series but before the movie. So yeah, this is basically what happened before the movie. Hopefully you guys will like it. Definitions will be in the end of the chapter. Enjoy!

Disclaimer- I don't own FMA. I own my oc's though. HA!

London, England,

October, 15, 1921

10:42 p.m.

"I can't wait to get my hands on him. Zale, I promise you, the moment I find him, he will be torn apart limb by limb"

Olivia looked over to the man, who was glancing outside the carriage, attitude perfectly at ease. Her gaze focused down at her hands that were clutching the lace of her dress tightly, a moments away from ripping apart the hand-made dress imported from France. Olivia bit her lip in nervousness, wanting no more than peace of mind that her older brother was safe in the confines of their home, instead of inside a brothel with a prostitute in one hand, and all the money he owns in the other. Cornelius, who was known as Neely to his siblings, was seen often in middle of the night seeking trouble. It brought upon a bad name on our family, the Nightingale's, who were the image of pure tranquility and strict honor. Her father, Nathaniel, was a scholar, who was old, married twice, and had quite a temper. Her half sisters would say that was where Olivia got her anger issues and her eccentricity, opposed to the cool manner they possessed. Olivia couldn't have cared less, because she adored Nathaniel's odd behavior, because with that, he also had a kind heart and a loving manner. It just so happens it was his idea to bring Zale into our family, a half Roma, or as many called, gypsy.

Olivia looked over the man sitting in front over her. His hair was jet black, and tousled on his head like a lion's mane. Zale had deep brown eyes that you could find yourself lost in at times. His hard jaw that was currently clenched showed his anger in Neely. They never did get along, arguing over the welfare of the family because her father's state of mind wasn't clear. Zale was built, having to have muscle when being a gypsy in London. Olivia couldn't imagine why he was still single. To her, he was utterly gorgeous different that the typical blond haired, blue eyed man. Russet skin that adorned his shaped body, what more did a woman want!

But, of course, Olivia hadn't thought of him that way. She grew up with him, best friends and always by each other's side. Zale, only being 1 year older, protected her often. Even now, at the age of sixteen, she still got into trouble that a four year old would. Zale treated her that way too, annoying Olivia to no end.

She twirled her fiery red hair, watching it glint because of the streetlights. The carriage was now in a slower place, probably near the god forsaken place. Zale shifted in his seat and looked directly at her, an evil glint in his eye.

"You are not going in there, do you understand?" It was more of an order than a question. Olivia's cheeks flushed with anger, her blood beginning to boil.

"Of course I am, the only reason you are here is because I asked my father to let you" Olivia retorted.

Zale quirked an eyebrow in amusement "Really? Because I just about had to get down on my knees to let you, come with me here"

"What nonsense are you blabbering about this time Zale?" Olivia settled back into her seat, her jaw grinding. Her sapphire blue eyes were flashing.

Zale sighed, knowing the stubbornness of the young lady before him "Your father did not want you to accompany me to get that arse of a brother of yours." He paused and saw the disapproving glare of Olivia. "I'm sorry, but Cornelius is not a saint, and he causes more trouble than any gadjeI've ever met. This brothel is full of scum bag and I want you out of harms way. So please, be a good girl and stay in the carriage." Zale pouted childishly.

Olivia snorted "You know that is complete bull, but I will stay inside the carriage if that's what you wish"

Zale watched her carefully, fully aware of the damage she that could brought to her as well as caused by her in the streets of London. Olivia was young, witty, and was not afraid to speak her mind. He admired her, daring to be different than her perfect sisters that behaved well all the time, with their curtsies and manners. Olivia was a breath of fresh air in the house. There was an evil twinkle in her dark blue eyes, what was she planning?

The carriage finally came to a stop. Olivia took a deep breath and looked out the window. She immediately grimaced, No wonder he didn't want me to leave the carriage. The streets were filled with prostitutes, drunken men fighting, and the occasional mugger. The lights were dim, this part of London darker with more alleys. Safe, yeah right.

Zale buttoned his coat and rolled his sleeves, feeling the confused gaze of Olivia.

"What are you doing" Her voice slightly shaken, obviously coming to her senses.

Zale grinned, trying to lighten up her mood, "I've been dying to vent my anger into something, never thought it would be this soon" He moved from his seat across from her and sat next to her. Zale took her face with both hands, a serious expression on his face. She had gone visibly paler, You worry too much.

"Z-Zale" Olivia stuttered, completely nervous. Endless possibilities roamed through her head, Zale getting shot or stabbed. It was okay wasn't it; he wouldn't be long, just in and out. For goodness sakes woman get a hold of yourself. He's going into a brothel, not to war.

"Shush Olive" he let go over her face and took one of her hands. They were strong and her nails were clipped short, so much for delicate. "You stay in here, and if anyone, I mean anyone bothers you, just scream and I will be there in a heartbeat"

Olivia nodded, and he was out of the carriage, swift like a cheetah about to pounce his prey. She suddenly felt jittery, moving a lot in her seat. She felt like the heat rose, pulling at the neck of the dress. She was dizzy, swaying slightly side to side. Her deliriousness led her to believe that it was best to go outside of the carriage, to breath some fresh air. Once she was outside, after quite a bit of stumbling, the winds swayed her red-blonde hair. It was cold a bit, goose bumps appearing on her skin. She began to walk, curious to the what the night hid in it's shadows. The horse whinnied, stopping Olivia in her tracks. Poppy, a chestnut horse with a black mane.

"Be quiet right now Poppy, you'll get me in trouble" Olivia growled. The horse grunted and she rolled her eyes at it. Damn thing, doesn't listen to anyone anymore.

"A crazy lady speaking to a horse, what's next?" Olivia spun around and found herself looking into eyes the color of aged whiskey. Her face flushed with rage, and she stomped her foot on the man. She immediately regretted it, her eyes almost popping out of her eye socket in pain. She cursed, eyes brimming with tears ready to fall.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS THAT?" Olivia roared hopping on her good foot. She knew she looked completely ridiculous, but that was not her biggest concern now. He seemed amused by her pain. Sadist.

"That" He pulled his pants, just above his knee "Is my leg" It was a prosthetic leg, most likely made with the intention of defense and a large amount of walking. He pulled the leg of the pant down, a frown crossing his face. "You okay?"

Olivia snorted, setting her foot gently on the ground. "Well yes, except for the fact that I think my foot's bleeding and probably broken." She stood straight, her English pride taking over. She limped over to the carriage, suddenly finding it very far away. An arm rounded around her waist, the other taking her arm and putting it around his shoulder. It was the man, with a boyish smile lighting his features.

"The name is Edward Elric"

Olivia blushed a little not used to the closeness of a man she had just met. He seemed fine, looking straight ahead. Edward sat her gently on the foot of the carriage and kneeled. She seemed confused but narrowed her eyes quickly seeing what he was doing. He pulled off her shoe, examining her foot. It was already turning black and blue and her toe was bleeding. He poked her toe and she jumped.

"Yeah, well I may not be a doctor but I think that your toe is broken" Edward put her shoe back on carefully. Olivia sighed heavily and watched as he got up and dusted his clothes. His eyes were peculiar;you don't really see gold eyes everyday. His golden blonde hair was in a ponytail at the back of his head, with some of it framing his face. By the way he talked this Edward was not born here in London, probably a Jew or German. He had a short stature, only about an inch taller than her without her heels.

"Well well what to we have here little sis?" She looked up to see her brother, drunk, in the arms of an angry Zale. He looked suspiciously between Edward and I, I was shaking in my shoes while Edward looked completely at ease. Probably used to the attention.

"I was just helping your sister, it's the least I could do for causing her pain" He winked at her and walked up to Zale.

"You might want to get that foot of hers checked" Edward jabbed a thumb at Olivia. "She had a little accident, jammed her foot and it might be broken"

Zale narrowed his eyes and nodded, his eyes never leaving Olivia's face. Edward walked away from the trio with a wave, heading down a dark street. She kept her gaze on the floor feeling like a child being scolded by her parents. Zale dropped Neely onto the floor, who cursed and coughed from the dust on the streets.

"Get in the carriage" Neely staggered into the carriage and walked in. Olivia was about to follow him in but Zale stopped her.

"Not you"

Olivia pursed her lips and stayed in place, shifting her weight to her good foot. Zale walked up to her his tan skin glinting and his jaw clenched in fury. She stepped back unconsciously, scared to death. A hand held her chin and forced her to look into those dark brown eyes.

"I clearly remember telling you to stay inside the carriage" Zale growled and Olivia gulped.

"Well you se—"

"Who was he?" Zale looked angry his eyes narrowing dangerously.

"If you let me explain I will tell you that I have a perfectly good reason" Zale quirked an eyebrow and nodded.

"Okay, I was getting dizzy and it was awfully hot in that carriage so I decided that I should get out and get a breath of fresh air." She stopped, choosing to revise her story. "I got out and tripped just like Edward said. And he helped such a good Samaritan." Olivia smiled ending her story.

"You know I don't believe that one bit" Zale said somberly.

"That's what I'm sticking with" Olivia grinned and made way to get inside her ride but was stopped again with another command.

"Let me see your foot"

Olivia flushed "NO" She yelled waving her arms in the air dramatically.

Zale tilted his head in confusion. They grew up together, and now she is embarrassed about her feet. They had a stare down, which led to many people looking at the duo as they walked by. A bulky gypsy staring down a petite English woman, how interesting.

Olivia noticed the stares and sighed, breaking eye contact with him. She sat on the foot of the carriage and ripped off the shoe, ignoring the searing pains going up her leg. Zale kneeled down and gently took her foot. She heard a sharp intake of breath from him and bit her lip. Olivia closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of the callused hands touching her foot in light strokes, bringing more so pleasure than pain. His hands were so delicate and strong, Olivia felt a blush creep up her neck.

"He was definitely right about the broken toe" Zale whispered and looked up to see Olivia, her face so tranquil and calm, none of her worry lines showing. He bit back the urge to brush back the ringlet of hair that escaped her bun. Her sapphire eyes opened and looked directly into his, slightly… self-conscious.

"Are you going to tell me what really happened?" Zale asked already knowing the answer. But she merely shook her head.

"Okay" He patted her thigh and got up "Let's get you and that drunk brother of yours home"

Olivia smiled and appreciatively took his hand bringing her up. Zale helped her up and followed. She sat next to the window beside Zale, letting Neely take up the other seat to himself. Her eyes traveled the street and she gasped.

Amber eyes were staring right back at her.

Okay that's the end of Chapter 1. That took quite a bit. The more reviews, the faster I write

Definitions-

Arse- Ass

Gadje- A non roma man. This is Roma.

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