Hey. I became obsessed with this show (Warehouse 13 I was already obsessed with Fullmetal Alchemist) and decided to write a fic.

If anyone reads this, great. If not. I'm writing this for fun, not for reviews.

Ed: But she likes reviews.

Claudia: Yep!

Me: Shut up.

DISCLAIMER: DISCLAIMED

Chapter 1

I don't know how long I've been on this side of the Gate. I don't even remember how I got here. I know we were fighting father, but then it all goes blank.

I probably hadn't handled it well.

Flashback

"Hello sir, are you lost?"

Where am I? What the hell happened?

I was on the ground, my clothes in shambles and my automail arm destroyed. It was a busy street but the most people did was stare for a moment. Then they walked away like they didn't care.

One man had stopped though. He wore a sweater and dress pants, he looked older.

"Sir? Are you all right?"

The voice seemed far off, and I didn't care at the moment. I just wanted to figure out what the hell was going on. Let's see, I was fighting father and…

I paused. And what? What happened after that? I racked my brain but nothing was coming. The information wasn't there. How I got here wasn't there. What happened to my country wasn't there. Suddenly the man, who hadn't moved from the spot where he had been standing, looked helpful.

"Hey," I didn't really care about manners. "What happened, did we win?"

He looked at me confused. "And what would you be talking about?"

"What do you mean? What happened in Central, did we win?"

His face portrayed even more confusion. "Where is Central?"

"Central Amestris!" My head was going fuzzy from the blood I seemed to be losing. I staggered, and then started to fall to the ground. The man caught me before the world went dark.

After that I had wound up in the hospital. I still wasn't thinking clearly enough to just play along with what they were saying until I could figure out what was happening. When I tried to escape, they deemed me violent and crazy. Then they stuck me in a mad house.

It wasn't fun; let's just leave it at that. When I stopped trying to escape they moved me to another room. This one had a window. I never used it. Now that I had more freedom I could research on how to get home. My walls were covered in notes, as well as my floor. I only came out to get more books and eat. I only slept when I knew I would pass out if I didn't.

It was Friday… I think… I heard a loud crash from the room next door. I was pretty sure a girl with red hair was the one who lived there. I wasn't really sure. The crash was heard again. I stood up and walked to her door. I knocked.

A girl, probably my age opened it. Her eyes were glaring at me. "What do you want?" she asked.

My eyes widened when I saw her room. It looked a lot like mine except hers had a different kind of notes scattered throughout the room.

"What?" the girl asked impatiently. I snapped back to reality.

"Oh, right. Sorry. I live next door. I heard a crash, well a few actually and I was wondering if you were all right."

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"What are you researching?" I asked before I could help myself.

"Nothing you would understand." She grumbled.

"You'd be surprised." I gave her a mysterious smirk.

She rolled her eyes, "I'm researching chemicals, and advanced math equations. It's some form of alchemy."

I raised my eyebrows. "Why?"

She sighed; she was probably trying to humor me.

"Interdimensional travel."

"Why?" My voice hardened.

"Why do you want to know?" She shot back.

"I happen to know a lot on the subject. Come with me." Her eyes narrowed but she did as I said.

Once inside my room her mouth hung open. "What the… why are you researching it?" I sighed.

"Equivalent exchange. I will tell you if you tell me. Oh, and by the way. You can call me Ed." I held out my hand. She hesitantly took it. "Call me Claudia."

Next chapter will be up in a bit, and it may or may not be longer…

Ed: So you made me a nut?

Me: *runs*