Hey readers! My name is Sunshy. I'm hoping that you guys like my story Also, I'd love to get reviews, and constructive criticism is also welcome. Hope you enjoy reading my story, and just as a note, there might be spoilers. Then again, there might not be spoilers.
I DO NOT and will never own Fullmetal Alchemist, nor will I own any of the characters or places that have been mentioned in either the show, the manga, or the video games. I do, however, own Tammy Chancey, the town and people of Theos, and almost all of the plot line, except the bits about finding the Philosopher's stone.

The weather was fairly warm, despite that it was already early November. I was sitting in a tree as the sun sank slowly into the horizon line. I had been there for a while, scraping the blade of my pocketknife against the bark. I noticed that there were voices of to the right of the tree. It sounded like two boys, one about my age, and the other a couple years younger.
"Where should we go next, brother?" the younger sounding one asked.
"I was thinking maybe we should go here, unless Mustang puts me somewhere else."
I heard a piece of paper crinkle, as if someone had poked it. A map? They seem to be traveling. I wonder where they're from, I thought. I leaned through the branches of the tree to see what the boys looked like. One of them, the older sounding one, was dressed in a black shirt and black pants, with a long red jacket over it. He had blond hair tied back in a braid, with a shock of hair falling over his eyes. The other boy was in what looked to be a suit of armor. What the hell? A silver sparkle caught my eye. It was a silver chain hanging from the blond boy's belt loop into his pocket. It looks like the chain for a pocket watch, like the state alchemists use. No way, he's too young to be a state alchemist. Unless he's the one, what was his name? I got bored staring at them and leaned back against the tree. Scraping at the bark some more. How fun. Suddenly it seemed quiet. What sound is missing? Then I realized that the boys had stopped talking. I froze.
"Hey, Al. Is it just me, or is somebody sitting up there?" It sounded like the blond boy. Well, I guess armor-boy is named Al. Whoa, he just said... I turned quickly, looking through the tree branches at the boy. My eyes met the blond boy's and it registered in my mind that his eyes were the same color as mine. I knew that he saw me so there's no point in pretending I wasn't there. I jumped out of the tree, landing on my feet. Instantly, my right leg buckled and I fell in a heap on the ground. Stupid prosthetic. I hate having to wear a spare. I thought. I stood up slowly, making sure I hadn't hurt anything. The heels of my hands were bleeding where I scraped them but nothing else hurt. I looked up and saw that the boys were staring at me.
"Do you have a problem?" My tone was icy but I was a little embarrassed and didn't want to show it. I couldn't help being a little less than super friendly. Armor-boy recovered first.
"No, no problem. Are you alright?" Al? said.
"Yes, I'm fine. Thanks for caring. Who are you two?" I asked.
I'm Edward Elric and this is my little brother, Alphonse." said Edward.
"What's your name?" Ed asked me.
"You can call me Tammy." I replied. "What brings you two here, to the middle of nowhere?"
"We're looking for something" Al answered.
"Are you succeeding at finding it?" I wondered."Not yet, but we will." Ed stated.
"Have you two been traveling all day?" I asked.
"Yes we have. Is there a place we could stay for the night?" Al questioned.
"Of course, as long as you don't mind sharing a room with a girl." I said cheerfully. Ed looked at me strangely. Noticing, I laughed. "My room is the only one not filled right now, so you would have to share. If you are interested, follow me." I turned and walked to the house where I was staying. An older woman named Mrs. Blaire ran a sort of shelter for people with no other place to go. That's where I had been staying every summer for the last couple years. Ed and Al followed me to the house. As I walked into the kitchen, I yelled,
"Mrs. Blaire?"
"Yes?" She answered. Her voice was muffled because she was digging through some boxes in the pantry.
"I found some boys who could use a place to stay." I told her.
"Well as long as you don't mind sharing your room with them, I don't see any reason why not." She said. I turned toward the door, where the boys had been waiting. I waved them in and introduced them to Mrs. Blaire.
"This is Ed and Al Elric." I said gesturing toward the boys. "You guys can stay. Ricky and his friend are leaving soon, so you two can have their room then."
We stayed up talking for a while, getting to know each other a tiny bit more, then went up to my room, where we each quickly fell asleep.

a week later
(A note: We're all much better friends now)

I woke up with a slight feeling of dread. For a minute, I didn't know why. Then it came to me.
"Damn," I said loudly, forgetting my guests.
In one of the beds across the room Ed stirred sleepily. He looked over at me.
"What's wrong Tammy?", he asked.
"Nothing. Go back to sleep, it's only 6." I replied. I got up, took a shower, got dressed, and went downstairs to find Ed eating pancakes with the other semi-permanent residents. Al was helping Mrs. Blaire cook.
"Good morning", I told Ed. He was too busy shoving pancakes in his mouth to reply. I poked at my own plate, but I didn't feel like eating, even though I knew I should. I shoved my plate over to Ed and stood up.
"I'll be back tomorrow, sometime before noon.", I said to the room in general. Mrs. Blaire nodded.
"Okay, your things will still be here."
I smiled and left. I walked along the path all day. After getting lost twice, I finally reached my destination, a small house, as the sun set. A small sign near the door said "Given's Automail". I walked up and knocked on the door. A middle-aged man answered.
"Oh, hey Tammy," he said, smiling.
"Hello, Michael. Please tell me that my leg is finished." I said tiredly. He smiled.
"Almost, Ms. Impatient. It'll be ready by tomorrow morning. Well, come in. We just sat down for dinner, would you like to join us?" At the mention of food, my stomach growled and I remembered skipping breakfast.
"Sure." I replied. I walked in to the kitchen, where Michael's wife, Marilyn, was setting the table. She nodded her hello. We all sat down to eat. Afterward, Michael worked on my automail and I went to bed.
the next morning
I woke up and looked over at the clock. 9:00. Late. Damn. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I overslept. I walked into the kitchen, where Marilyn and Michael were talking. Michael looked over at me.
"Good morning, sleepyhead,"he teased. I couldn't help but grin, even though I was anxious.
"Yeah, yeah. Shall we get this over with?" I asked.
"Yes, if you're ready," he replied. Michael, Marilyn, and me went into their work room. There on the table was my automail leg, looking good as new.
"We've adjusted it so it fits your height better and fixed the problem with the knee," Marilyn told me.
"Thanks guys. I'm sorry I keep screwing it up," I said shamefaced. I sat in the chair in the middle of the room. I was starting to get nervous and my hands were sweating. Marilyn took off the spare leg I had been wearing and Michael knelt down next to me to attach my auto mail to what was left of my right leg. Marilyn took my hand and Michael counted.
"One...two...three!" A wave of pain spread through my leg and up through the rest of my body. I clenched my teeth. Don't scream, don't scream, don't scream A whimper escaped me, and then I passed out.
12:30, same day
I opened my eyes, finding myself staring straight into the side of the couch in Michael's living room. My leg was throbbing, but it was already fading.
"Nnnnn" That slipped, I didn't mean to make any noise. I was suddenly aware of someone next to me.
"Ed? What are you doing here?" I asked him.
"You never told us you have automail." He said accusingly. Totally avoided the question I decided to ignore that fact.
"Too many people think me a freak because of it, I've learned to hide it." I told him quietly. It was true, I had been hiding it from everyone that knew me. Except for Michael and Marilyn, nobody that I had met in the past two years knew I had automail. Ed looked hurt.
"How could I think that?" He took off the red jacket he always wore, and then took off the black one under it. His whole right arm...automail.
"I've never met anyone even close to my age with automail before." I said.
"Yeah, me neither. The only reason I have it is so I can do what I need to on my own. That sort of brings us to why I'm here. You've guessed I'm a state alchemist, right?" I nodded and he continued. "Well, I need to get back to Central soon. By tomorrow night."
"That...that's soon...Can--Can I come with you?" Ed looked relieved when I said this, but then seemed like he couldn't care either way.
"Do what you want, but know that if you come with us, it's likely that you will end up injured more than once. Are you sure?"
"Of course." I told him.

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