A few months had passed since Melody arrived in the Fullmetal Alchemist story and she was no where any closer to finding out any clues about getting back home than the day she arrived. Well, at least she made the best of it. Traveling from 2013 to 1914 would put a toll on anyone. Melody did like the idea of time traveling, but she was hoping to go back to the 90's, the 70's being the farthest to go. But, life was more... simple here. People were friendly and tragic affairs that happened back at home were non existent. Despite the culture shock, she really couldn't complain. She got a job at, ironically Central HQ as a secretary, she made good money, she didn't encounter any homunculus, except Wrath, but thank God not in a lethal way. But even the Fuhrer barely made his appearance. Good thing too, because that man, made her heart stop. Whenever she saw him multiple images of what he was capable of raced through her mind. Again, another dilemma, if she told anyone about Bradley's true identity... who would believe her? As the story progresses, the main characters find out eventually, but knowing a lot sooner could cause less chaos and misfortune. And surely the rumor would spread like fire and it would get to him, which would result in her sudden disappearance... she was sure that Wrath would tell Father and order to have her terminated. She could tell that Bradley knew that she did not belong here, but he needed to have good reason as to why she needed to be disposed of... hmm, maybe that's why she got a job at HQ. Not because of her skills or that she was qualified, it was cause that someone needed to keep an eye on her.

'Melody, how could you be so naive?! You've seen this show too many times to know that things aren't just a coincidence. Great, now if I ask to resign or leave, the enemy will surely become suspicious. But, why would they be concern about me? I'm just a secretary. Well, I can't chance it now. I don't want to die or become some part of experiment, or maybe even be a sacrifice. Damn that Father... trying to become a God, such blasphemy. I already know there is a God and it's not him...' She sighed, '...Let me get back to work before I get in trouble.' She took a seat at her desk, "Okay, let's see... oh, I'm suppose to organize these files and return them tooo, Colonel Mustang." 'This is to bizarre, I feel like I've lost my mind. I can't believe I'm in this show. Hm... I wonder if people at home can see me... I wonder if I'll be in Wikipedia, uh-oh, I wonder if someone writes that I tend to break the fourth wall...'

"Well, well, well, I had a feeling we would cross paths some day..."

Looking up, she saw him. Those same blue eyes shooting at her soft, brown pupils. "K-Kimblee?!"

"Ah, so you remember me..." Taking off his hat like a gentleman, he smiled. "I'm flattered, how have you been Miss Johnson?"

"I'm f-fine... 'Come on Melody, get it together!' "...Just fine, how about you?" 'He remembered me...? Oh, right, he has a photographic memory...'

"I'm well." He reassured in a cool manner, "So, I see you're working at Central now..."

'Mmhmm, like he didn't know. He works for Father, he probably already knew that... probably mentioned me too. But he doesn't know that I know, so I'm going to have to play along...' "I am and blessed to have a good position. And not to brag, but I'm doing a pretty good job here." She continued to organize the papers.

"Heh, from our last conversation, I can tell you're a bright young woman..." He watched her work fascinated, "Filing papers shouldn't be a problem for you."

"...Thank you. I do what I can to manage... Now, what is your business here in Central Mr. Kimblee?"

"I'm here to see the Colonel."

"Well, he's in h-... wait..." She stopped her filing, looking up to make contact. "You're a state alchemist?" Basic information she'd known by watching the show more times than she can count.

"That I am. You didn't forget about these, did you?" He showed his hands with much pride.

She took notice of those dangerous markings upon his palms, "...No, I didn't forget... " She eyed him for a moment and continued to work. "But I didn't think you were apart of the military. I thought it was some kind of hobby."

"... A hobby huh? Funny... well, I have a meeting to attend to so, if you'll excuse me..." He topped his hat once more.

"I'll be sure no one comes in to interrupt." She watched him walk by, admiring his physique.'Woo, that man is sexy! It should be a crime to be that good looking.' After her peeping, she continued to work, humming songs that haven't been invented yet. 'Wow... I could take credit for different kinds of music and earn millions until I'm dead, but, I won't...' An hour had passed since Kimblee came to pay Mustang a visit. 'I wonder what they could possibly be talking about?... Me...? No, they have more important things to discuss...' Footsteps were soon heard and she took notice to see the white clad heading her way. "So, how did it go?"

"Now wouldn't you like to know. Unfortunately the details in our meeting are confidential."

"Alright, I understand, that's code for mind your business." She laughed a bit and saw a smile curl his face.

"Sorry Miss Johnson, maybe if you work hard enough you can become part of the military and be involved in important matters." His footsteps came to a halt at her desk.

"Me? Oh no no, not me, I don't fight and I don't like the idea of war. Would you believe that I haven't even gotten into a physical altercation before?"

"...Really?" Now he was intrigued, he wanted to know more but, now was not the time. "Before I go Miss Johnson, the Colonel said he wanted to speak with you after our meeting."

"He did, did he? Well, I'll be sure to see what he wants, thank you for telling me. But, if that's all, I'm sure I'll see your face around soon."

"I'm sure you will, as a matter of fact, I would like to take you out tonight..."

"...H-huh?! A... do you mean a date...? With me?"...

"Yes..." He answered with caution, like she was insane. As if he was one to talk. "Is that a problem?"

"No!..." Her outburst caught him by surprise, "I mean, no no, it's not a problem. Just, it wasn't something that I was expecting."

"I beg to differ. You're a beautiful young woman, with a mind of your own. Any man would be crazy to resist such a rarity. You're not going to play hard to get and tell me you have other plans, are you?..." A smirk crept along his powder face.

'Well, he certainly knows how to make a lady feel special And he obviously has good taste in women. Ehehehe...' She smiled with a soft chuckle, "No, I don't have any plans. But I am married..."

Kimblee's ego now swept under the rug as the news faltered. His smirk turned into a grimacing expression of defeat.

"...Mr. Kimblee I'm kidding," Her soft laugh juggled her words, "What time should I be ready?"

"Hehe, you really are something... is seven o' clock okay for you?"

"It's perfect." She smiled at him, surprised that she wasn't acting like a crazy fan girl. 'When I get home, I'm going to do cartwheels EVERYWHERE!' "Oh, here, I'll give you my address." He watched as she tore a piece of unused paper and wrote down her residency. "Here you go and don't be late."

"Of course," He took the piece away from her, reading it as his mind took note, storing it for future reference. 'Hm, nice hand writing...' "It's rude to keep a lady waiting..."

"Oh good, you're mother raised you well." 'Huh, the story never did go into detail about his parents or his childhood, knowing him, he probably killed them... why am I going out this guy again?...'

He slipped the paper in a pocket within his jacket, though, it was no longer necessary. Rather she was going to regret about letting him know where she lived was still a mystery. "I'll see you tonight, until then, farewell Miss Johnson."

"...Melody..." She called to him, "You can call me Melody."

He turned his head for a quick smirk and headed out the building.

'...Hmm, his job may be to spy on me, that's probably why he wants to take me out and he needed my address in order to do that. Now he knows where I live. I better stay on his good side... if he has one. But on the bright side, I have a date with one of the sexiest men on the show. I mean, how many girls can actually say that they had a date with THE Zolf. Kimblee? As long as he thinks that I don't know anything, I should be fine...'