A/N: Hi everyone! I've had this stuck in my head since I started rewatching the FMA:Brotherhood series and I couldnt write for any of my other fics until I got this one out so let me know what you all think!
She walked down the hallway of Eastern Command with her head lowered and her hood hiding her face as much as it could. Seeing black boots coming towards her and heard the stomping of a heavy metal suit she moved to avoid them but she had to push past the shorter blonde one in order to avoid running into an officer. She knew where she was going, she had never been in central before but she had seen the Flame Alchemist from a window while he was on the phone and it was time that he saw her. Once she made it she stood in front of the door and took a deep breath. It had been years since she'd seen him.
When she opened the door she was surprised to see a table full of people working and on the phones but she didn't let it stop her she walked right past them. A man with blonde hair and a cigarette stood up, attempting to stop her, "Ma'am we need to see some identification."
She lifted her hand and he went flying against the wall and immediately the only other woman in the room had guns drawn on her, "Lower your hood now or I'll shoot."
"I was hoping to speak to the Colonel." She turned looking at the woman, the only thing visible from under her cloak was an eye, a dark purple, piercing eye.
"Impossible." Riza muttered. Just then Mustang bust out of his office.
"What's with all the commotion." He said then noticed the hooded figure. She wore black leather shorts and ankle boots, leaving all of her legs revealed, her top was the same material and the under shirt was red with a brown vest over it. The cloak seemed to be made of simple cloth and was black. The strangest thing he noticed was that one of her arms was wrapped with medical tape, it went down to her hands but not her fingers and no higher than her elbows on either arm. He put his hands behind his back, sliding an ignition glove on, "Who are you and what do you want?"
"All I want is to see you." She had still yet to turn to look directly at him, her eyes still stuck to the woman who held the gun on her.
"Tell me who you are." Roy gritted.
"Are you sure you want to do that here? Man who would be Fuhrer?" He saw her smirk and when he was about to snap his fingers her eyes went to his and he knew immediately who she was.
"Reyna?" His voice was quiet. She smiled and lowered her hood, revealing her strong but feminine features and her long black hair, "I thought…"
Riza finished what he couldn't say, "We thought you were dead. I could have killed you just now."
"I should be. And no you wouldn't have." She looked at the woman who was holstering her gun, "I'm quicker than most."
"Why didn't you just tell us who you were?" Roy almost yelled.
"I know you and I know her, I don't know them." She motioned to the rest of the men in the room, noticing the blonde on still on the ground.
"Since when did you become so untrusting?" Roy leaned on the wall.
Reyna began walking over to the blonde man, "Since my father tried to burn me alive."
She knelt down beside him, "Are you alright? Did I hurt you?"
"I don't think so." Jean was taken aback by how beautiful she was, that and how amazing her figure was, and of course how well-endowed she was. He tried to stand but a pain in his chest that he clutched stopped him, "Nevermind maybe a broken rib."
"I'm sorry. I don't realize my own strength sometimes." She smiled at him before placing a hand where his had just been, "Relax."
The room watched as a blue light came from her hand and as soon as it was gone she helped Jean stand up. Roy was shocked, "You know medicinal Alchemy?"
"I know a lot of things, but yes, I learned it in Xing." She turned to look at him, "So I assume that I can trust these people?"
"I trust all of them with my life, you're safe here." He knew there must be some reason she was like this now despite what had happened with her father he introduced her to the rest of the men and she once again apologized to the man she now knew as Jean. Roy was still amazed that she was alive, "They said that bodies had been recovered, you and your father were pronounced dead."
"No it wasn't me, and I highly doubt it was him. He had two lab assistants, one male and one female. It was probably them." She leaned against the table.
"Then where have you been for six years?" He was almost angry.
"Everywhere but in Amestris. I had to get away from him. I travelled through Drachma, Creta, and Aerugo, then through the desert to Xing. A few months ago I got the feeling that it was time to come home, and you're the only home I have left Roy." She shrugged her shoulders.
"It's good to have you back Reyna." Riza said smiling then gave her a hug. Reyna couldn't help but enjoy the hug, she hadn't known Riza very well but a familiar face along with Roy made her more comfortable.
"I can agree with that." Roy smiled too, realizing that she really was here, "Let's talk alone."
She nodded, knowing he was going to have a lot of questions. When the door closed she was engulfed in his arms and soon returned the gesture, squeezing him tightly. His voice was shaky, "I searched the remains of the house for any sign that it wasn't you, I even looked at the bodies but they were so badly burnt even I couldn't tell."
"It's okay Roy. I wanted to tell you I was alive but I didn't want to put you in danger." She pressed her head to his chest, she had missed him more than anything else in the world.
"What is this all about?" He lifted up her arm that was wrapped, but he refused to let her go yet.
"Part of that danger I was telling you about. When I was trying to get out of the fire a beam broke and landed on my arm while it was on fire. It took a minute to get it free and within a week it was completely healed, except for this." She undid her wrappings and he looked at what seemed like transmutation runes and circles that were only complete in the area that had been burned but the ones at the top and bottom were only pieces of them, "This is why Riza wouldn't have been able to kill me. I've been shot before and it only happened again."
He watched as she lifted her shirt to reveal black spots on her stomach and back in the same trajectory that a bullet would take, "Once again, about a week or so and it was healed and this is what was left. I discovered it gave me a special alchemic talent. I don't need to draw a circle or anything, all I have to do is think about it and it happens."
"What kind of ability is it? Medicinal?" He led her over to a chair and sat down across from her, keeping her hands in his.
"No, that's just one that I learned while in Xing. It seems I'm good at elemental alchemy."
"What do you mean elemental?"
"Earth, air, wind and fire." She said as wondering how he didn't know what that meant, "Don't worry, I'm not as good as you with Fire alchemy."
"How do you do them without transmutation circles?" He was now concerned thinking about the Elrics.
"I just think about it." She said lifting one of her hands and he watched as the dirt from the plant in his office lifted and moved into the palm of her hand.
"So these scars help you do that?"
"I guess. I don't really know where they're from but every time that something damaging happens to my skin more form. I didn't think it was safe walking around with alchemic scars was a good idea so I cover them up." She explained covering up her arm.
"I'm just glad you're alive." He wrapped his arms around her again, "How did you find out about the Fuhrer?"
"I talked to Madame Christmas, that's how I found out where you were." She smiled and he returned it.
"She told me your plan, and I'm not going to join the military, but I'm with you if you need me, brother." She stood up.
"Of course, having someone on the outside that can move without being seen would be a great addition." He grinned at her, "Looks like we're back to being trouble makers."
"We never stopped, we just stopped working together." She grinned back and turned towards the door opening it.
He followed her out, "Where are you going?"
She turned to look at him with a laugh forming on her face seeing his look of concern on his, "Don't worry Roy I'm not going to disappear again for six years. Only a few hours to go get a hotel room."
"No, you're staying with me until we can go through the papers of your fire again. See if we can figure out where your father is. I'm not letting him get to you again." Roys voice told her not to fight him so she just nodded at him.
"Well then what do you need me to do?" She said with a smile and he looked at Falman.
"Falman, go find whatever you can on Raymond Duval and the fire at his residence." The man saluted him and left the room.
"Should have known you would have ended up in the military, you always did like giving orders." She grinned sitting down and didn't miss the smile that ghosted across Rizas face.
"I did not." He glared at her.
"Oh you so did. You always had to be the one in charge." She called him out and squinted her eyes, "Don't make me give examples in front of your men."
He opened his mouth to reply, then thought better of it, "I'll let you have it this time."
She laughed as he went back into his office. All of them looked over at her. The man named Breda looked at her with a smile, "We've only ever seen the Lieutenant shut him down that fast."
"She's known him a lot longer than I have." Riza said looking over at the girl then her eyes grew wide as she watched her pull out a cigarette, "Reyna since when do you…?"
"Since I got shot, it helped me keep my breathing calm, a Drachman taught me the trick while he was stitching it up."
She sat there answering their questions until Falman returned with the papers and they began looking through trying to find any trace of her father. Jean couldn't stop looking at her and Roy noticed it. He ended the day early, wanting to take her to dinner and get her anything else she needed. When he discovered how little she actually had and that she had been living with almost nothing for her entire adult life. He bought her some new clothes and a nice dinner and when they got back to his home he set up a place for her in the spare room and they sat on the couch and continued going through the papers, like they both knew they would once they got home and eventually she fell asleep on his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around her laying her down on top of him. He never thought he'd have his sister in his arms ever again, knowing that she was alive would have been enough, but having her with him made everything else not so bad.