(A/N): Hey! So I've been writing this for quite a while, all the time telling myself that this was 'just for me'. And then I decided that I'd post it. Why the hell not right? Now because it was 'just for me' there are a few things in the story that you'd just have to take with a grain of salt. But it's Fanfiction so whatever. Haha :p

Also anyone who read my fruits basket story knows that I reused my OC's name. The OC's have some similarities but are quite different when you get right down to it. :)

(Ed's POV)

"What should we make for dinner?" Al asked me.

"I don't know. Something with chicken, it was on sale so we have a lot," I said, not looking up from my book. We were back in central as researchers for the military. We explored east and west like we planned but then Colonel bastard… well I guess General Bastard now, called us back with something apparently only we could help with. We just didn't leave again.

"Ok. And we have a lot of potatoes as well," he said.

"Uh huh, hey come look at this," I said and laid the book on the table. I had found something interesting that had to do with our current project. Al leaned over and was about to reply when we heard a crash from the living room. We glanced at each other before running in to find… a girl. She was sitting on top of what used to be our coffee table.

"Who the hell are you?" I yelled. She simply stared at me.

"Brother you shouldn't-"

"HEY! I asked you a question damn it!" I stomped over and got in her face. The girl herself was pretty enough but in a desperate need of a shower. I looked closer and saw little cuts all over her arms. Those will get infected if she doesn't get them cleaned soon.

"Brother! Calm down," Al yelled from behind me.

"Don't tell me to calm down, Al. She just popped up in our house AND she won't even give us a name! It's not exactly a hard question," I said. Al pulled me back a few steps and stood between us.

"I'm sorry about Brother, you just startled him is all," he said sweetly and offered his hand to help her up. "His name is Edward and mine is Alphonse. May I ask what your name is?"

"I… I don't know," she whispered and tears began to spill out of her eyes. Well now I just feel like shit.

"You lost your memory? Do you remember anything before you were here?" he asked and she shook her head and let out a little sob.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't realize…" I said while leaning around Al a little. She nodded then took a few deep breaths to calm herself.

"Sorry. Um… I'll just get out of your house now," she said and stood before awkwardly looking for an exit.

"No you won't either. I'll make you something to eat while you take a bath," Al said firmly.

"And we need to take care of all those cuts you have," I put in. Al gasped slightly and stepped closer to look at her arms.

"I couldn't ask you to do that," she said.

"You're not asking, but we're telling. Now get in there and I'll bring you something to wear in a minute," I said and she looked at me for a few seconds before simply smiling and following my finger through the door.

"We should take her shopping tomorrow, her clothes were all cut up too," Al said before clapping his hands and fixing the little table.

"Yeah. I wonder what happened to her… Anyway, you start cooking. Do you think we have anything a girl would wear?"

"Ha, no. She just needs something to cover herself though," he said and walked into the kitchen. I went to my room and began rummaging through all my clothes. As much as I hate to admit it my clothes would probably fit her better than Al's. After searching for a time I came up with a black tank top like the one I used to wear when I was a State Alchemist and some sweatpants. The draw strings should make it easier for her to work with. I froze outside the bathroom door as it just suddenly hit me that she's well… a she. I'll just leave them out here.

"Hello?" I called through the door. "I brought you clothes… I'll just leave them by the door."

"Wait! I need a towel," she called back. Crap! The towels aren't in there.

"Oh… I'll leave one here too."

"Then I'll drip everywhere. Could you just bring me one, please?" she asked. I grabbed a towel out of the closet then took a deep breath before going in. I walked over to the counter to put the towels and the clothes there, my eyes trained on the ceiling the whole time. The world decided to hate me as my foot suddenly lost traction in a little puddle and I fell on my ass. In the bathroom. With a naked girl in a tub a few feet away.

"Oh I'm sorry! I didn't realize some splashed out. Are you ok?" she asked and I looked over on instinct. She had gotten on her knees to look at me and was leaning over with her arms resting on the sides of the tub. She was fortunately covered…mostly. I still got quite the eyeful.

"I'm fine!" I shouted a little hysterically as I scrambled up and launched myself out of the room, slamming the door behind me. I stood on the other side for a moment to calm myself down. I took several deep breaths… I didn't want Al to see me so embarrassed.

"You ok brother?" Al asked, popping his head in from the kitchen.

"Ye-yeah, I'm fine," I forced out.

"Then could you come here and peel the potatoes?" he asked with a smirk that told me he knew almost exactly what happened. I grumbled as I went to help him with dinner anyway.

She wandered into the kitchen just as dinner was being finished. I only knew she came in after Al blushed bright red and started stammering nonsense in the direction of the door. I glanced over and wished I hadn't. There is no way in hell those old clothes should have ever been able to look so… sexy. The top hung loosely around everything but her chest, and was too short so you could see a couple inches of skin around her hips. The bottoms she had on really low. I mean Reeeeeally low. Like one little tug and they'd be on the floor. For some reason she had rolled them down to be that way.

"Are you guy's ok?" she asked worriedly. Having already seen her in less I was the first to recover.

"We're fine! It's just a little hot over the stove is all," I chuckled and gave Al's arm a tight squeeze to bring him back to earth.

"Oh. Is there anything I can help with?" she asked.

"No we're done. Have a seat!" Al said a little nervously. He sat next to her at the little table and I sat across from them.

"Thank you guys," she said seriously as we started loading our plates.

"It's no problem! Oh, brother maybe we should ask Mrs. Hughes to take her shopping tomorrow."

"That's a good idea. Maybe Colonel Hughes would have some ideas on how to help with your memory loss," I said.

"Colonel Hughes?" she asked suddenly.

"Yeah… do you know him?" I asked.

"Uh… no. I don't know anybody," she laughed. "Well I guess besides you two."

"Well anyways he's a really nice guy and I know he'll do anything he can to help you," Al said brightly trying to muscle through any sadness her statement might have caused her.

"I don't have any-" she started but I cut her off.

"We're paying. And you're staying here tonight," I said firmly. She smiled softly at me before standing and walking around the table. She leaned over and squeezed my shoulders while pressing her cheek into my hair.

"You guys are too nice," she said and released me to give Al a hug as well. We finished eating and cleared the table. Now that the girl wasn't in as much shock we found that she was quite fun to have around. I found it amazing that even though she had no memories she had some of the fastest comebacks I've ever heard. She was witty and charming and most defiantly kind hearted.

"Alright let's get something on those cuts," Al said when she started yawning. He led her to the living room and I got the antiseptic and some swabs. She sat on the couch as we each started working up her arms and she bit her lip as the cuts we dabbed started foaming up. I came to a particularly deep one and poured a little from the bottle on it.

"Fuck," she hissed. Al and I glanced at each other and smirked, she's the only girl we knew that talked like that.

"Sorry," I said. I reached the top of her arm and could see the cuts going under the shirt. How far did they go? I looked to Al for help but he was busy dabbing at her shoulders.

"There's some under the shirt. I can feel them," she muttered after seeing my gaze. She pulled the bottom of her pants up to show her knees which had scrapes on them like she had fallen. When she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and started pulling it up Al and I both cried out in alarm.

"What are you doing?" I yelled.

"Taking off the shirt," she said matter of factly.

"W-why?" Al asked.

"I thought you were the ones that wanted to clean all these cuts. What, are you shy?" she asked. She pulled the shirt over her head and Al and I both turned automatically.

"Brother, I think there's something…different about her," Al whispered.

"No shit!" I hissed back.

"Well come on, I want to go to sleep," she said and gave another yawn for emphasis. Well this is silly. It's just a body. I took a deep breath and turned to work on her stomach. She thankfully had an arm wrapped around her chest but that didn't cover much. She wasn't exactly small up there. Al turned to take care of her knees and we were done in another minute or so.

"There that wasn't so bad was it?" she asked as she tugged on the shirt. "I'm pretty sure it was more painful for me then for you." She flopped to the side and stretched out on the couch.

"You don't have to sleep here. You can take my bed," Al offered.

"No, I'm just fine here. A blanket would be nice though," she muttered and drifted off just like that. Al went and got her a blanket to drape over her then we both went to our rooms… trying to not think about what we just saw.