To Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc,

You may not remember me, but my name is Brianna. Oh, goodness, nobody has called me that in years. My nickname, which you may remember me more clearly as, is Ria. Yes, I see the wheels turning, Mr. Havoc. Do you remember me now? Great. I can talk less formally now that my horrible grammar and lady-ness instructor has left for the day. So, let me start over…

Jean stared at the letter that was in his hands, shaking his head at the fact that he didn't remember a goddamned thing about this girl. He continued reading:

Yo Jean!

I'm Ria. I used to wear all that guys clothing, ya remember. Yeah, I'm less obnoxious in real life trust me! I'm coming to your town now, kay? I'll be there around 11 o' clock on December 20. Hope this note gives you enough warning!

Love from that tomboy,

Ria

Jean ran to his room as fast as he could. Checking the calendar by his bed, he groaned as it read back December 20. As he walked down his blue-carpeted stairs, he realized he was still dressed in his military uniform. He tried to run back up to his room to get a better outfit on, but just as he turned, his doorbell rang with a resounding, DING DONG! It was mocking him; Jean just knew the door was laughing at him as he walked towards it. Reaching for the knob, he heard a familiar voice, "Girly, you don't want to come here! He's not good enough for you! You want a good bed, you'll come with-" WHACK! As Jean opened the door, he found Breda on the ground, nursing a throbbing…er…part of his anatomy. A girl with long black hair was still fuming, so Jean had a chance to glance her up and down. She was wearing a black miniskirt, and a black camisole. Her clothing honestly didn't fit the cold winter's day. 'No wonder Breda had mistaken her for a prostitute,' Jean thought, 'she really doesn't know what to wear here!'

"Are you, um, Ria?" Jean asked tenderly, as not to be hit by the skimpily clad, fuming girl.

The girl suddenly brightened, and squealed, glomping Jean. "You remember me! Yay!" She then straightened, and bowed, remembering her lessons. "I am truly glad that you remember me, as it was a while ago we last met." She then dropped her voice to a whisper, she closed the door and said, "Are you gonna try to get me in your bed too?"

Jean stared for a moment. He thought, 'This girl must really think there's something wrong with my town. I'll bet she's had a couple of men hitting on her since she got off the train. Damn bastards.'

"Uh, Jay? You still there?" The girl had noticed Jean staring off into space. She waved her hand in front of Jean's face, smiling as he jumped backwards and nearly knocked over a very plastic looking vase. "S-sorry. Thinking." He stuttered. "Where's your bag?"

The girl looked over her shoulder. "Damn," she said, "I knew I forgot something on the train." Jean laughed, motioning for the girl to follow him. He led her to the kitchen, pouring her a glass of warmed milk.

"Uh…" she pushed the glass away lightly, "I'm sorry. I don't really like milk." Her manners were impeccable. She knew exactly how to say ew without saying ew. Havoc took the glass away and asked, "What would you like to drink, then? I'm not sure if you'd like tea, or hot chocolate (but that has milk) or-"

Ria giggled and said, "Just tea, please." She then shivered a bit, wrapping her arms around herself. Havoc exited the kitchen and moments later, came out with a blanket. Handing it to Ria, he went to check the water as the kettle began to boil. Ria wrapped the blanket around her and spoke quietly, as not to disturb Havoc, "Do you know a man named Roy Mustang?" She took the glass he gave her and he busied himself with the tea bags. "Yeah, I work under him."

Ria muttered, "That bastard is my father." She clutched the blanket around her, then, without warning, stood up, knocking her tea glass over in the process, and ran towards the door, wrenching it open. There stood a very surprised Colonel Mustang. His astonished look soon disappeared, though, as his uncaring demeanor set back in. "So, Ria, you've survived on your own?"

"What are you talking about?" Ria looked at the man, fury dying down, and curiosity filling the empty space.

"Well, it's just that…with your wings and your powers…and the fact that everybody shunned you…oh yeah, along with the fact that your entire family except me is dead…I'm surprised."

Ria stared at her father with a renewed fury. "What do you mean my family is dead? I. Was. Just. At. My. House!" Her voice was strained through gritted teeth. Her fists clenched by her sides. "They weren't dead when I left!"

"Well, actually, they were. You see, sweetie, there were a bunch of shape shifters, called Homunculi (1) and they tricked you into thinking they were your family."

"And how would you know that, Colonel?" Havoc was holding a tea soaked rag, having just cleaned the mess Ria left on the table.

Mustang smirked, "Because," sparks began to buzz around his body, "I'm one of them."

Ria backed away, horrified by the sight of Envy, standing right in front of her. "No! You can't be! Get away! Get away!" She backed away, knocking into Jean in the process. He caught her and smiled. Sparks began forming around his head, and it transformed into…hers. She tried to scream, but she had no voice. Her face was gone, and her voice along with it.