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Pain. It hit him like an oncoming wave, making him suffocate with every single breath he took. Damn it, the pain crushed his eyes closed and he saw nothing. He smelled nothing; except the air that had the stench of death on it. He tried to grasp his face in his hands, but he could not feel them. He tried moving his fingers; he wondered if he even had them anymore. His mind soon became filled with nothing… but death.

"Hold on Edward," gasped the young woman. She blinked a few times, trying to remove the drops of water on her eyelashes. She thrust her dark hair behind her hair and looked down at the unmoving form next to her. She leaned down and put a cool dark hand on his cheek she inhaled sharply when she felt the warmth of his cheek. He had a fever. She brushed loose strands of hair off his forehead and lightly said his name again. "Edward… come on Edward… wake up!" It was no use; he could not hear her.

She looked around her frantically, not knowing where she was. There had been a bright flash of light and then they were here… she gasped. Where was Alphonse? He was right next to them when it happened. "Alphonse!" She first said his name quietly, then starting saying his name in a frantic yell. She stopped and choked back on her tears. She wiped her eyes with her left hand, her right still on Edward's cheek. What do I do?

She looked up at her surroundings. They were in an alley and it was cold and wet. Water ran down the middle of the alley and she just then realized that she and Edward were sitting in a puddle. She cursed and wiped her tears away for the last time and grabbed hold of Edward's arm. She wasn't strong enough to carry him, but she would have to try to drag him somehow. Using all her might, she put Edward's left arm around her neck and tried to stand up slowly. The weight of his automail was surprisingly heavier than she thought and she staggered a few steps. She regained her footing and slowly started to walk.

The rain started pouring again and she could see no shelter around. She cursed once more and kept on walking. It took about ten feet to get out of the alley and already she was beginning to get tired. Her strength had been already drained from the beginning… how would she make it?

Don't panic, Noa she told herself. She looked around at the grey buildings around her, straining to make the shapes out in the darkness. A light stood not another ten feet away and she struggled to make it over there. Edward had his head slung foreword and he gave no sign of regaining consciousness. She noticed that he had a scratch on his cheek and across his eye; how had he gotten that? His clothes were also ragged and torn in several places. It wasn't before long that she noticed her own clothes were like that and she too suffered scratches, but they were on her arms. Her head also ached and she guessed that she had several bruises. How in the world had that happened?

Just then she noticed a light turn off in a building that was surrounded by a gate. She looked curiously at the cloth that hung down the side of the building; it had a symbol. A symbol that looked very similar to her. Didn't Ed's pocket watch have that on it…? She gasped. Had they somehow gotten back to Ed's world?

A door creaked and she looked up to see a silent figure walk out of the building. She moved quickly as she could out of the light and waited for the figure to walk through the gate. The gate creaked and the man passed through. She noticed his piercing black eyes and striking black hair. He had his hands in his pockets, but she saw his shoulders tense and he stopped walking. "Who's there?" he said in English.

Damn it… she didn't know very much English. But she was pretty sure that this was the man Roy Mustang, whom Edward described for her before. She took a step. "Hello," she said lightly. "I…" she struggled with remembering the words. In Germany, she had had no need for English. Though she remembered the one word that could work. "Help!" she said in a strained voice. "Help!"

The man turned fully around and obviously didn't see her form in the dark. "What's the matter?" He heard her walk forward sluggishly and he rushed to her. He stopped when he made out the form.

"Help!" Noa said once again. "Edward… help… him!" she shouted, the tears rushing down her face. She was so exhausted that she stumbled to the ground. The man reached out and caught her arm in a strong grip and the other hand supported Edward. He grunted under the weight his arms took. Surprise was etched on his face. She shook her head slowly and looked up into the black eyes. "Help him. Er ist schwer verletzt!" She finished in German.

He nodded and took Edward from her and slowly put him over his shoulder and held him there with his left arm. He took Noa in his right and helped her stay up by placing her arm around his neck. Noa knew this was a lot of weight for him but she knew that they needed help.

They seemed to be walking forever but in reality, it hadn't been for long. They passed through the dark streets and the man showed no sign of being tired yet. He started heading towards a door and leaned Noa against the side of the wall, needing a free hand to knock on the door. "Riza!" he said loudly. He kept pounding until he heard footsteps inside. He took a step back and took Edward off his shoulder and held him in his arms. The door opened and the man motioned for Noa to walk in and she tried as fast as she could. She staggered into the woman who had opened the door. The woman gasped and helped keep Noa steady.

The man marched past them and set Edward down on the couch. Riza closed the door and helped Noa into a chair. Noa tried to listen into the man and woman's conversation, but of course she couldn't understand them. Her stomach twisted and she gasped. She was sick. She needed to puke. As she did, darkness claimed her.

"Roy, how…?" Riza started saying as she helped the woman into the chair, who was as pale as a ghost despite her slightly dark skin. She placed a hand on the woman's forehead and shook her head. "She has a fever."

Roy stood up from Edward's side. "So does he." He looked back at the woman in the chair. "Ah… catch her!" he yelled as the woman sank to her side and vomit came out of her mouth. He rushed to the woman's side and quickly grabbed a towel that was on the table. He wiped up of what he could; the rest was on the woman's clothes. "Riza, you're going to have change her."

"I'm surprised you don't want to," Riza commented under her breath. Roy ignored her and picked the woman up, bringing her into Riza's room. He set her down softly and turned to Riza, who was getting clothes out from her closet.

"How did Edward get back here?" she asked, still facing the closet.

Roy shook his head. "I don't know. The woman doesn't even speak English… I didn't even recognize her language."

"… What about Alphonse?" Riza asked, almost seeming hesitant or afraid to ask.

"I didn't see him," Roy said sadly. "He'll turn up, I'm sure." He turned when he heard a groan come from the living room. Edward was awake. He turned and closed the door on his way out. Edward looked practically dead when he first saw him… and the woman herself didn't look good at all either. What in the blazes happened to them? He entered the living room and saw Edward puking to the side of him on the ground. Roy sighed. He probably wouldn't get any answers from the both of them in a few days. He grabbed a towel and headed towards Edward, who had lost consciousness once again.

My new story! I always planned to write something called 'To Dance' since forever now, and it was a dream that got me the motivation to write it. Pairings are yet to be determined, though no yaoi. The relationship between Ed and Roy are more… fatherly like. ;)

Please review, and to be updated soon!

And if anybody knows any German... correct me if I'm wrong on the German phrases. :) I'm now taking a German class mostly because it interested me, but I also wanted to make sure of what I was writing in German.