Hiya everybody! (Hi Dr. Nick...) Yeah, that was a bad joke but oh well. Anyway, this is my first FMA Fanfic, so I hope to god it satisfies.

A bit of a note: This fic takes place after the movie Fullmetal Alchemist Conqueror of Shamballa. Quite a few years after it actually. I won't say a definite number, but it'd have to be at least fourteen years. This story doesn't primarily focus around the original characters of FMA (Ed, Al, Winry etc) but lets see if you can figure out the deal with the two main characters. Quite obvious actually. Anyway, I'm going to put a summary in incase it doesn't fit when I type it up.

Summary: The gate has been closed for several years, and probably never open again. But that all changes when a small, temporary rip is created from both sides, drawing one child into the others world. Afraid and confused, the two must try to hide the secret and figure out what exactly happened.

At eleven o'clock at night a bright and heavenly light showed itself, and coming out of it, a small girl who could not have been any older than twelve, which was actually her age, had emerged from the light. She wasn't entirely sure what had happened; she had just done what she had seen in pictures and what she could read.

The girl, now having fully exited the light, stepped down unusually lightly and softly lowered herself down onto her knees. She had not even noticed that she had done so. She hadn't noticed anything. Instead, she was too busy trying to figure out what had happened.

She had been drawing what her uncle had shown her, while her sister had watched her from the corner of a single, cautious eye. And once she had finished drawing… She didn't know. And it was just as well since her thoughts were interrupted by speech otherwise the girl would have sat there, for an eternity, trying to figure out what had happened.

"Who are you?" a voice asked. The girl looked up and saw a boy, who was about the same age as her sister; and even looked a bit like her too! Or at least what she could make out from the poor lighting. The girl just stared blankly at him.

"Uuh, I'm…" the girl said slowly. "Um, my name is--Hey! Why should I answer to you?"

The girl now stood up on her feet and pointed an accusing finger at the boy, who stood about a head higher than her.

"What did you do to me?!" the girl demanded. The boy gave her an unreadable look (from what she could see anyway), before looking down at the ground they were standing on. The picture on the floor made the girl gasp; it was a bigger version of what she had drawn. It looked exactly like it.Even in the light of the night, she could still make out every little detail.

Feeling complete confusion, the girl looked at the boy fiercely.

"What did you do to me?!"

"I done nothing," the boy said, with far less aggression than the girl. In fact he sounded a bit scared.

"Then why am I here?!"

"But…" the boy said, his voice starting to shake. "I… I was just seeing what would happen… I mean, it shouldn't have worked…"

The girl's expression drained it's anger and returned to a blank look as she asked, rather dumbly, "What shouldn't have worked?"

"I don't know," the boy's voice broke and he took a couple of deep breaths before adding. "I don't know what I done."

The girl stepped back a bit, looking down at the picture on the floor. To her, it was just a plain, prettily decorated circle. Nothing else. But obviously, it meant something more to the boy since his eyes were now glancing over it furiously in hope of finding an answer and she could hear him trying to breathe slower and lighter; since his breathing was fast and heavy. If the girl had been bothered to think about it, she would have realised that he was spooked.

"What is it?" the girl asked, not looking up since she was still staring at the drawing on the floor. She didn't need to say what 'it' was, since the boy knew that she was talking about the drawing. But he did look up at her with a look that would have fitted him as if he saw a pink unicorn skip merrily by.

"You-you don't know what this is?" the boy asked, slightly motioning towards the floor with his hand. Seeing the girl shake her head, he said, "It's an Alchemic circle. You know what that is, right?"

"My uncle told me stories about them," the girl answered, not knowing quite where the answer came from and was speaking of her uncle with a fond voice. She had grown more attached to him over the past few months. "Along with a lot of other things."

The boy just looked at the girl, still in a bit of shock over what had happened. He took a good, long ten seconds before he shook his head and spoke.

"Here, I'll take you inside the house," the boy said quickly, though, not entirely that confident. "I'll get you some food."

"Okay."

The girl followed the boy out the shed's door and once she was outside in the night she felt a small chill go up her neck so she caught up with the boy hurriedly. This placed didn't look like the city that she used to live in, or much like the towns and villages that she had lived in. This place barely had any houses at all. But as soon as she thought that, she had an empty feeling in her stomach that was asking for food.

Finally, the boy asked, "So what's your name?"

"Oh, uh," he had caught the girl by surprise by asking a question but she was quick to regain herself and answer. "My name's Wilhelmina. You can call me Will or Willie if you want. And who are you?"

"My name's Edison," the boy answered, more readily than Wilhelmina had. "You can call me Ed if you want. Or Eddie, I don't mind."

Edison opened the door quietly, ushering Wilhelmina to go inside quickly, which she did. He took hold of her wrist and lead her through the house that was darkened by the night. He knew his way around by heart because of the many times he had snuck around at night without being caught by his mother. Finally, they had reached a room where Edison let go of Wilhelmina's hand and whispered to her to stay still while he got her a drink. Wilhelmina just silently nodded, trying once again to recount what had happened.

"Drink," Edison simply said, putting a cold mug in Wilhelmina's hands. Even though she couldn't see that well, her mouth managed to find the mug and she took a big sip of the drink before spitting it out onto Edison.

"Yuck…"

"You didn't have to spit it on me," Edison grumbled before taking the mug back since Wilhelmina was holding it out to him. "Was it off?"

"No," Wilhelmina said. "I just don't like milk. Apparently I'm allergic to it too, my family says."

"Well, do you want water then?"

"Nah, I'll pass. The mug will have bits of milk in it anyway. It flakes up in water and contaminates it."

There was a moments silence as Edison thought what he was going to do with Wilhelmina, whereas Wilhelmina was trying to figure out what had happened to her. Neither of them could quite figure it out and both of them also felt quite tired. Wilhelmina actually found her head nodding once of twice, but it wasn't until she let out an unexpected yawn that the silence broke and Edison looked at her, having lost what he was thinking about.

"Are you tired?" Edison asked, even thought the answer was obvious.

"Mmm," was all Wilhelmina could manage to reply with as she rubbed one eye. She felt Edison take hold of the other hand and start to pull her through the house and up some stairs before he lead her to a room. He didn't speak until the door was closed tightly.

"I'll get you couple of blankets," Edison said, leaving Wilhelmina to stand and wait in the dark, fighting off the sleep until three sheets were laid down on the floor by her.

"My bed?" Wilhelmina asked, half-asleep. The tiredness had caught up on her a lot more than it had on Edison who told her that she could sleep on two sheets and have the third over her, to keep her warm. Wilhelmina didn't really care or listen and when she finally lay down on the sheets, she fell asleep immediately.

Edison did the same thing, but not before looking up at the stars: a particular line of them that probably was what had helped him even though he hadn't intended this to happen.

"This is all your fault!" Grethel shouted, only just refraining herself from swearing at the top of her voice. "If you hadn't of told Willie so many stories she wouldn't have disappeared like that!"

Grethel had been enjoying the book that she was reading, although her eyes kept wandering over to the window which had sat by her chair, looking out and keeping alert as they always did. But it didn't do any good since what had happened was inside the house; inside the room she was in, in fact.

Grethel's younger sister, Willie, had been copying some pictures that their uncle had drawn for her. Grethel, herself, had no interest in their uncle's stories and pictures that he drew. Even when their father joined in, Grethel still paid no attention to them and occupied herself by reading, But the stories had wandered over to her ears since she was actually listening to what was being said and occasionally peered over her book to see the pictures.

But she utterly loathed them now.

Grethel had told Willie that she'd get in trouble for drawing on the floor, but Grethel had no compassion for the building that was their home at the time and didn't really care if Willie drew on it or not. What had nagged at the mind, though, was the fact that Willie was acting as if she was one of the characters in the stories her uncle had told her. Of course, Grethel didn't think too much of it.

Until a light started to glow form Willie's drawing on the floor.

"Willie…" Grethel had said with a warning tone, that did show a bit of fear. "What is…"

But Willie couldn't hear her older sister. She was too caught up in awe at the many colourful lights flying all over the place. She started to pretend that they were magical bird-beings whose souls she had freed.

Until the colours started to go dark and decided to change their direction; aiming themselves at Willie. Grethel, who had watched this all without a word or movement, finally stood up and tried to run over to her sister. But… By the time she got there, the light had already wrapped itself around the smaller girl and sucked her into nothing.

The last thing Grethel had seen was Willie smiling at her.

"Listen here," an outraged Grethel announced with much anger. "If you don't bring her back right now, I swear I'll go to the police and say you murdered her!"

The adult who was getting the ear end of Grethel's rage was the uncle that Willie had become more attached to over the last few months. Unfortunately for him, Grethel had seemed to forget that he had been nowhere near the room when Willie disappeared when she did. But all he could do was look at the ground, remembering the small girl. He did blame himself in a way.

After all, it was him who taught Willie how to draw alchemic circles, due to her insistence.

End of Chpater 1. You like? Yes, it is a bit short, but rest assured, the next one is indeed longer. Anyway, feel open to tell me what yout think and give out any constructive criticism. And takes guesses of course. Guessing is fun.