"Okay guys, I'll be back in a little while." Said a girl, about the age of fourteen. She had a blue, ratty, t-shirt and a ratty pair of jeans, blue-white hair that's tied up, along with a bandaged eye, a tattoo, and sunglasses- strange, she knew but she needed to hide her eyes, "I'll bring back something for everyone." Her skin was brown.
"….b-but……..snow…..you never get anything for yourself anymore…..please do…." Squeaked a small girl about the age of five- Terry.

"Pfft. If you're an alchemist, why don't you just make some food from the ground or something?" Asked an eight year-old boy in a snobby tone.

The girl-Snow- bent down over him. "Look. Alchemy does not work that way. I learned that the hard way." she pointed to the bandages.

There was a pause.

"Okay! I'll be back by supper!" Snow walked out of the small, shack like building where she and a few-more like ten- orphans had come to call their home, and out into an alley. She merrily walked down towards the streets.

When Snow had reached the street, there was a small market place. She walked to a small stand with bread and fruits on it. When the vendor wasn't looking, she slipped a few loaves of bread into her shirt, and an apple or two.

"Ahem. What are you doing?"

Snow had been walking away. She turned to see the tall vendor over her and smiled- she was holding the stuff in her shirt, "Nothing."

"Can you please put your hands into the air?"

Snow did so, nothing happened. 'Cold….cold….cold!' Was all she could think. "Okay….well, I'm late. I seriously gotta go now…" She walked off, quickly. Then-of course- two apples fell out of the bottom of her shirt. This caught the vendor's eye, and he was in pursuit.

"Stop! Thief!"

Snow put her hands under her load and ran off down the street.

The vendor quickly sped up on her.

"Hey! I really think that you need to chill!" Said Snow, and wiped one of her hands on the ground. There was a slight spark. The vendor was soon motionless. His feet were frozen to the ground. Snow kept running. "Sorry!"

When she saw a person in a uniform with a shorter person and a suit of armour, she didn't stop fast enough and accidentally hit the suit of armour, "Oww…."

The suit of armour looked down at her, "Are you okay?" It said in a child-like voice.

Snow was about to reply, but the vendor was on her tail again. She shouldn't have let him go.
"You! Don't just stand their! Stop that thief!"
"Dude! You don't know when to chill out!" Snapped Snow, and set her hand on the ground again, the vendor's and the three people were frozen to the ground. Snow was off running again. "I'm sorry!"

The person in uniform happened to be Roy Mustang. The other two were Edward and Allophones Elric.

"Okay! I'm back!" Exclaimed Snow, walking into the shack. All the kids swarmed her and she passed out some food. Everyone got some, except for her.

"…..Snow! Have half of mine!" Insisted Terry, holding up half of her-slightly squished- bread.

"Don't worry about me. I have something for later saved." She lied. There was then a loud knock on the door. Snow stood up from her sitting position and walked over to it, "Okay. While I'm gone, Tifa is in charge…. If I'm not back tonight…..Tifa is still in charge with the help of everyone else……and if I'm not back by morning….." She didn't say anything and quickly left.

"What do you want?" Growled Snow, glaring at some tall men.

"Why, we're here for payment. We're letting you live in our shed, so we expect pay." Chuckled one.

"Why this all of a sudden!?" Asked Snow, "You let us live over here for over a year! Why payment now!?"

"We felt like it. It's either money or a little fun."

"'Fun'?" Snow was a little dumbfounded, "What do you mean, 'fun'?" She looked at the tall men, they were all cracking there knuckles and grinning. It began to rain.

"If we're going to do it can we not do it here?" Asked Snow.

The men laughed and nodded. They surrounded Snow and took her farther down the alley.

"Okay. You better start running you little mouse." Laughed one. Snow was thinking about her chances. Four guys, all six feet tall and huge. One of her. Less then five feet.

"Well, I might as well give myself a little help." She set her hand on the ground and it became icy. The men fell and she froze her own feet and was soon skating. With each stride, the rain was turning to snow.

"You little bitch! You're not going to get away with this!"

-------

Back at the shack, the older kids- being the ages 8, 9, and 10- were looking out the door. When they didn't see Snow, they got worried. It was almost morning.

"Okay. Terry, everyone. We're going out to get help." Said Tifa, "We'll be back soon." Three kids left.

-------

Snow was getting amazingly tired. Bullets were flying. None of them had actually hit.

"Stop running! Stay back and fight!" The man who said that made a shot. It hit Snow in the left leg. She fell-hard-and slid.

---------

Tifa and the two other kids- Barry and Marth- were running through various alley ways. They soon came to an ally where there were people in uniform, a man without an arm, a tall man and a suit of armour. The kids were now crying and ran over to a man in uniform- Roy Mustang. "P-please help Snow….." Sniffed Barry, rubbing his eyes and trying really hard not to cry.

Roy looked up at them. "Can you not see that we are busy?"
"I don't see you doing a lot." Sniffed Tifa.

Roy paused for a moment, "Fine. We'll help you as soon as we're done here."

The rain then changed to snow.

Snow skidded to the alley way. She was blue and on the ground, her glasses were gone to reveal red eyes. The tall men were still after her. She wobbly stood up just to fall again.

"Don't just stare! Do something!" cried Tifa, Barry and Marth, shaking Roy.

Roy looked down at them, "No need to yell. I can hear perfectly fine."

"You obviously can't see then!" Snapped Barry.

Roy rubbed his head and sighed. He took a step in front of Snow and looked at the men. "I suggest you leave now or you will be in trouble."

The men hesitated and cursed to themselves, running.

Snow looked up, slightly shocked she then looked at the kids. "Go…..back and check on the others…I'll be back later…." She coughed, smiling, blood dripping down from the corners of her mouth.

Tifa, Barry and Marth obediently did so.

"Looks like we'll be taking back a stray." Sighed Roy, looking down at Snow. Snow looked back up at him.

"I would really rather not….." She was then lifted off the ground by a bulging man- Armstrong- and flung over his shoulder.

"We insist! You need help! You're so fragile!" He said.

'I'm SO screwed….' Thought Snow, sighing. Her leg was bleeding from the bullet wound and she was weak from being kicked around and not eating. "Um…..can one of you go check on the orphans…please?"

Three soldiers raised there hand.

"They are in an old shed…..close to the market place…"

They were soon all in a car- where Snow had fallen asleep.

------------

Snow woke up the next morning in a warm room-at least she assumed that it was the next morning. She sat up and looked at her leg. It was bandaged up. Snow twisted her legs off the bed and sat on the edge. Her stomach growled, loudly. She looked around and saw a crutch and took it, standing up. She was soon limping out of the room and looking down the hallways and slowly making her way out. She was then tapped on the shoulder in her blind spot, causing her to whip around and almost kick someone with her good leg, she was stopped.

"Not so fast there. You're still hurt." Said a man with black hair and glasses, "I'm lieutenant colonel Maes Hughes. From what I hear yours' is Snow. Jeeze. You've been out for two days." He put his hand to her forehead. "Good. You're back to the appropriate temperature."

Snow stared for a moment and blinked. She put her leg down.
Maes stared at her for a few minutes, "Hey, you're from Ishbal. Are you a spy?"

Snow shook her head, "I'm sorry….I didn't mean to……..You came up on my blind spot."

"Don't worry." Said Maes, calmly, "Come. I'll show you around." He walked away. Snow just stood there, confused.

"Your legs aren't frozen, are they? Come on." Urged Maes. This time Snow followed.

"So….Do you have any family?" Asked Maes, as he walked around with snow limping behind him.

"No…Well…..The orphans."

"We can find homes for them if you like."
"That would be nice for them….Do you have any family?"

Maes whipped around and pulled out a picture of him and who Snow assumed to be his family. "This little girl here is my beautiful princess! Elisa! She'll be three soon! Here is my queen, Gracia!" He exclaimed, pointing.

"Wow. You have a very……beautiful family." Snow smiled. Maes did to and opened a door.

"This is Colonel Mustang's office."

"Um……Is he alive?" Snow pointed to a sleeping Roy Mustang. His head was on his desk with his arms folded under it.

"Excuse me, Maes." Came a woman's voice. Snow turned around and immediately jumped behind Maes. The woman had a gun and reached for it when she saw Snow.

"Maes! How could you bring an Ishbalan here!? She's probably a spy!"

"Clam down, Riza." Said Maes, "This is the girl from the alley. It's fine!"

Snow pointed to the gun and the end of it froze over.

"It looks as thought you wouldn't be able to fire that thing anyways."

"What's the racket?" Roy lifted his head lazily from his desk and looked at the three standing in the doorway.

Snow quickly bent over. "Thank you." When she stood back up and got a half decent look at Roy, she was shocked.
"Hey. You're the one who froze my feet to the ground…." He said, staring at her, lazily.

"Heh……yeah…." Mumbled Snow.

"Well, I am the alchemist of fire!" Roy snapped his fingers and made a little spark, causing Snow to flinch and freeze them.

Roy, Riza and Maes stared. "Um….sorry…." Squeaked Snow, "Fire isn't my favourite thing…"

Roy stared at her again for a long moment.

"Hey! You must be hungry!" said Maes. Snow looked at him with bright eyes.
"Food?"

---

Snow was soon in a room with a plate of food. She was scoffing it down as fast as possible and chugging water. This was her third plate. She sighed with pleasure and walked over to Maes. "Thank you. Thank you very much!"

"No trouble at all…..Hey, I think that you may just help us." Maes began to walk Snow down a hallway. "Hey, Roy. You know how much Ed was complaining that Armstrong was going with them? Why don't we sand Snowy there?"

Snow looked at him, "What?"

Roy looked from Maes to Snow and shrugged. "Go ahead.

"Um….If I'm leaving….I have to go say bye to the kids…" Said Snow, hesitantly, "And get a new pair of glasses…"

Maes laughed and grinned. "Okay. You seen my beautiful family and now, I can see yours."

Snow nodded.

She led Maes through the ally until they came to the spot where the shack had once been. Now, all there was, was ashes and debris. Snow went wide eyed, "Terry…Tifa…Barry…everyone…" She sniffed, holding back tears.

Maes was silent and looked at his feet.

Snow looked up, "Well…..I guess we better get ready for me to go and find that guy…Ed was it?"

Maes stared at her for a moment, "Fine. But at least put on glasses. We don't want people getting the wrong idea and trying to kill you."