A/N: Hey guys, as you might have read, this is first chapter of the new, rewritten "Who Knew?". I have a small explanation on why the fanfic was moved and rewritten, etc. So bear with me!

And for any new readers out there, this is basically a story I started back in like 2007. So this story is based on the events from the original anime series for FMA, not Brotherhood. And I won't have anything from the Conquerer of Shambala movie on here, and I did make some slight changes from the original series. So I suppose you can call it slightly AU. For example, Al has his body back, Roy is ranked as General, and Maes never died :O but besides that, that's about it haha. Anyway, hopefully new readers will like this, and old readers will remember the original story if they read it three years ago. So hope you guys enjoy! If you would like to see the explanation for why it was moved and such, there's a small explanation on my Author Info, and an even larger explanation on my old account, KatRat.

If you have read the old one, there are a lot of things I'm planning to change. Though, there isn't going to be super major changes, I'm trying to keep everything in character. Last time, it just seemed all over the place, so hopefully you'll all enjoy the rewrite :)

Thanks again!

Chapter 1. The Unexpected

5:35 AM. First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye's House

*RING RING RING*

"Ugh..."

First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye groaned as she slowly rolled over in bed. She tried desperately to tune out the sounds of her alarm, but failed to do so. To those who knew Miss Hawkeye, they would know first off that she's not the morning person. Yes, most days she would reluctantly get out of bed right away; however, this wasn't one of those days. Frustrated, she stretched her hand out from under the covers, trying to reach for the alarm clock. After a couple moments passed, her hand finally found it. She wasted no time to turn it off.

Success.

She let out a relieved sigh as the beeping stopped. A couple peaceful moments passed by of quiet, blissful sleep. Until the alarm clock came back for a second round, that is.

*RING RING RING*

This time, the alarm clock not only woke up Riza, but also her faithful dog, Black Hayate. The dog opened his jaws to let out a tired yawn. He sat up at the end of Riza's bed and turned to his master, hoping she'd put an end to the alarm.

"Damn it.."

*RING RING RING*

Riza quickly sat up from her bed, infuriated with the constant noise. In doing so, she pulled something out from underneath her pillow. In one fluid motion, she swiftly aimed her hand pistol at the clock and pulled the trigger. Hayate yawned and barked happily as she put an end to the noise. She sighed and looked to Hayate, petting him on the head "I suppose I should get ready for work, shouldn't I?" Just as if he read her mind, he gave a bark in agreement to her question. She took a deep breathe, and reluctantly crawled out of bed. She began her morning routine to prepare for work. As if the incident with the alarm wasn't enough, nothing seemed to be going her way at all. Hot water ran out during her shower, temporarily misplaced part of her uniform, burnt her hand on the stove, and spilled Black Hayate's food all over the floor. It made things even worse to mention that these events will make her late for work.

So yes, there was plenty of swearing that morning.

As she got to the end of her routine, she began to gather her things and head for the door. When she was about to leave, she saw Black Hayate as he trotted up to her, leash in his mouth. She softly chuckled to herself as she looked down at the dog's pleading eyes, "Alright Hayate, you can come. Just don't cause any trouble."As she said this, thoughts of the Warehouse 13 incident popped into her mind. She remembered that clearly, where her colleagues became superstitious about the Warehouse 13 myth. Believing about the myth, her friends became fearful and eventually believed there to be a dead body near the warehouse. When they began to dig around to search for this dead body, they realized the bones in the soil came from Hayate. It was a coincidence that his digging spot just so happened to be near the fabled Warehouse.

After she bent down and attatched the leash to his collar, she was ready to begin her day.

Some day this might turn out to be, she thought to herself as she and her faithful companion were pacing down the street toward Central HQ.

Suddenly, as Riza was nearing the corner of the block, a boy came around and ran down the sidewalk. The boy was in such a hurry, he accidentally tripped over his own feet. He landed right in front of Riza, who was surprised by the sudden appearance of the boy. She bent down, reaching her hand out at the boy, "Here, let me help you." The boy looked up at Riza with puffy eyes, taking her hand as she helped him to his feet.

She quickly studied the boy from head to toe. He was young, probably no older than ten, she thought. He had a tan complexion, and shaggy dark auburn hair. His bright hazel eyes looked as though they had a story to tell, full of hurt and loneliness. He wore a simple attire, wearing just a red shirt, khaki pants, and sandals. Riza noticed a rip on his left sleeve, curious as to what happened there. The boy had clutched that arm with his hand, so she couldn't see what was wrong. She leaned in closer to the boy, trying to further examine his shoulder, "Please, let me try to help you." She said as she looked into the boy's eyes. She turned her attention back his upper arm, gently touching his hand, trying to move it away.

The boy moved his hand away as it dripped with blood. Riza's eyes widened as she saw the boy's wound. There looked to be a cut in the boy's arm, possibly a stab wound. Quickly, Riza pulled out a hankerchief from her back pocket and wrapped it around the wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding. As she finished wrapping it, she locked eyes with the boy, hoping that he would trust her enough to speak.

She began to speak slowly, with a warm tone in her voice. "If you come with me, I can help you."

The boy still hesitated.

Riza still didn't give up. She put on a friendly smile for the boy, "My name's Riza. What's yours?"

The young boy sniffled, "Chris... Chris Hale."

"Can you me a little about yourself, Chris?"

Chris slowly nodded his head and spoke in a quiet tone, "I'm only eight. I live with my father," he sniffled, "M-my mother passed away awhile ago. My.. Father's an alcoholic. He's not exactly the best person to be around after he's drank.." Chris took a couple moments and paused. The young boy's eyes began to water. He took a deep breath before continuing, "He- Well, he had a knife this morning. That's what happened.. With my arm."

Concern began to fill Riza's eyes. Was this boy constantly abused? How long has this gone on? Riza's soft side began to kick in, wanting to help the boy. She wasn't only concerned for his wound, but also what might be going on in his home life. Before she had the chance to reply to Chris, he began to speak again. "Y-you said you can help me?"

Riza gave a warm smile and nodded, "Of course. I'll take you to Central HQ, it's where I work. The doctors there can look at you and help heal your wound." Riza gestured her hand down the sidewalk, and the three began to walk. "You're safe with me." As Riza said this, Black Hayate barked in agreement. Chris laughed and gently pet Hayate's head. The boy was relaxed after hearing this, thankful he had run into Riza. The three continued to walk toward HQ, hoping they'd get there soon.

- Meanwhile, a few blocks away... -

"DAMN IT MAES! WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE!" General Roy Mustang yelled as he slammed down his fist. Roy sat idly by in the passenger's seat as he coldly glared at his best friend, Maes Hughes.

Maes could only flash a grin at his passenger, "Sorry, Roy." He shrugged, "If I knew I was going to late I wouldn't have offered to take you to work today." Roy just shook his head and crossed his arms as he glanced out the window.

A few silence moments passed between the two. Sensing that Roy was still upset, Maes tried finding a way to lighten the mood. "But, on the brightside..." He took a pause to reach for something in his pocket, "I GOT THESE NEW PICTURES OF ELYSIA YESTERDAY!" He squealed with joy as he began to bombard Roy with pictures.

"I see that, M-"

"OH ISN'T SHE THE MOST ADORABLE THING YOU'VE EVER SEEN?" Maes exclaimed. Yup. Roy was positive. He was positive that Maes loved his family too much. Whether it was pictures, or perhaps a story of his daughter, Roy was the first person to hear about it. This was a daily occurrence between the two. Ever since the day Maes's daughter had been born, Roy felt like he lived in hell sometimes. Sure, he was happy for his best friend. However, there were many times when Maes could drive the man insane. Sometimes he would compare it to paperwork. Dreadful, dreadful paperwork..

No, he takes that back. He knows he would rather listen to Maes than deal with paperwork. There was only one problem..

He can run away from paperwork. He can't run from Maes.

"I've heard it all b-"

"Oh, Roy!" Maes exclaimed as he turned to Roy, "You know, she's turning seven this week!" As he said this, he tossed several more pictures toward Roy's way. Roy was now blinded with images of a girl and her watering can. He groaned and flailed his arms at the pictures as Maes threw them. Roy sighed, "Yes, I know Maes." He brought his voice down and muttered, "You mentioned that thirty-seven times this week."

Maes tilted his head, "Really?" He thought out loud, "You actually counted?" He shook his head and quickly changed the subject, "Anyway!" His enthusiastic and loud tone made Roy slightly jump, "What are you planning on getting Elysia for her birthday? A dollhouse? A teddy bear? Oh! A dress? Her favorite color is pink y'know.."

Roy let out a deep sigh as he propped an elbow on the car's window and rested his chin against his hand. He's quite used to his best friend's babbling. By now, he's learned to tune most of it out. Not like Maes ever noticed anyway. As Roy sulked away and gazed out the window, he noticed a familiar figure ahead of them in the distance.

Hawkeye?

No, no. The woman's with a kid. That can't be her. He thought to himself as Maes continued down the road. He could have sworn it was her, the woman was wearing a military uniform. Being that he couldn't see her face, however, he doubted himself and put aside his thoughts. The route they were taking to HQ happened to be drawing them closer to the woman, dog, and child. As they drove closer and closer to the three, Roy noticed the car starting to slow down.

Maes poked his friend's shoulder, hoping to gain his attention. He raised a brow as he looked at the woman, "Hey, isn't that your lieutenant?" Roy sighed and opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by Maes. "Hey! Riza! Do you need a ride?" By this time now, the car pulled over to the right, next to the sidewalk by the three figures. They three came to a stop and looked over at the car. The woman raised her brow, bearing a quizzical look on her face.

It was Riza.

She turned to them, surprised by their convienient appearance. "Sir? Hughes? What are you doing?"

Roy looked over at Riza, curious as to why there was a young boy with her. As he quickly examined the boy, his eyes came across his shoulder. He noticed the bleeding wound, shocked and confused at the sight of it. What happened to him? Roy immediately felt it was urgent to get him back to HQ. Roy darted his eyes back to Riza, "Get in." Though Riza hesitated for a moment, she opened the door and Chris, Hayate, and herself jumped into the car. Seeing that they were in, Maes stepped on the gas and they made their way toward HQ. He looked into the rearview mirror, taking a glance at the child with Riza. Like Roy, he soon became interested in the story behind the child.

As they sat silently in the car, Riza took a moment to check on Chris's wound. She examined it, seeing that some of the blood had already began to seep through the hankerchief. "Are you alright, Chris?" She whispered as she was examining the wound. He nodded back in reply, "Yeah, I'm fine Miss Riza. Don't worry."

Maes was suspicious of the boy's wound in his arm. However, he decided to question about that later. He flashed a smile as he continued to drive, "So Riza, that's a handsome boy you got there!" Not hearing an answer right away, he continued, "How could you keep him in the dark from us? Tell me, who's the father?"

Riza sighed and responded in a flat tone, "He's not my child, Maes." She began to explain to them how she met Chris. She then explained the them about his cut, and the situation with his father. As Riza concluded her story, the group had already arrived at Central HQ. As they walked through the doors, Chris began to be nervous about his new surroundings. Not knowing what to do, he clutched onto Riza's hand. She was shocked at first, and looked down to the boy. Remembering how much this boy had been through, she gave in and gladly let Chris grab onto her hand.

When they were on the way to Roy's office, Roy had begun to ask questions. "So what now, Hawkeye?"

Riza straightened up and began to speak in a stern tone, "Sir, I'm planning on having the doctors take a look at him."

Roy nodded in response as they entered the office. They were soon greeted by his subordinates as they arrived.

Kain Fury and Vato Falman looked over to greet the group and said in unison, "Morning General."

"Hey Chief," Jean Havoc gave a small wave as he began to light another one of his cigarettes. Jean looked up and noticed a kid among them. He raised a brow at Riza, "So.. Who's the kid, Hawkeye?" He grinned impishly, "Is there something you never told us about?" He was surprised to say the least that upon saying this, he did not hear the safety click off of Riza's gun.

Riza began to get tired of the constant accusations of Chris being her child. She replied in a no nonsense tone, "No, Havoc. He's not mine." To make things easier for everyone, she began to quickly summarize the story behind Chris.

"Ah, I see." Everyone else concluded. Behind Riza trotted Black Hayate, which quickly created a very nervous Heymans Breda. Panic overtook Breda's face as he spoke, pointing at Hayate, "W-why did you have to bring your mutt again, Hawkeye?" Riza sighed at Breda's irrational fear of dogs and ignored his question.

Wasting no time, Roy had walked over to his desk and picked up the phone. He began to dial for the infirmary. He was patiently waiting for a response and soon after, someone picked up. "This is Genearl Mustang.. We have a kid here who needs to be looked at.. Possibly a stab wound.. Affirmative.. Thank you." He hung up the phone and turned to Riza, "They said they'll take a look at him and help as much as they can."

He then turned to Maes, "Hughes, can you take him down to the infirmary?"

Maes happily nodded and looked down at Chris, "C'mon Chris. You can come with me! You can see Miss Riza later." He grinned from ear to ear as he offered his hand to boy. Chris nodded and grabbed onto Maes's hand. He smiled and looked back to Riza as the two left, "Goodbye Miss Riza!"

Riza raised a hand at the two, giving a small wave. She felt the corner of her mouth tug into a smile as she watched the two go. She was sure the infirmary would help his wound. However, the events of how she would help him at his home situation were still on her mind. She knew it would be a complicated process. Hopefully, she could find him a good home. But who could she trust to do that?

In the distance, everyone in the office could faintly hear Maes speak in the hallway.

"So Chris, have I told you about my Elysia?"

Everyone sighed and immediately felt pity to the boy.

Chris has no idea what was in store for him.

AN: Well, there's the first chapter of the newly rewritten Who Knew?. Hopefully people still like it! And I hope the people who read it before still enjoy it. So please don't be afraid to drop a review :) If there's any mistakes or errors that I missed, please do let me know! Thanks for reading :)

-Kat