A/N: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist. If I did, it wouldn't have been nearly as good. I only own my OC. I will also switch the POV a lot in the story.

Chapter 2: Gem

(Greed's POV)

I didn't like the way this kid stared at me. After she woke up, Martel got her cleaned up while Dolcetto searched for some clothes small enough to hit her. She didn't say anything, but she seemed to understand us. When she tried to follow Martel to the bathroom, she fell to her knees as soon as she tried to stand. It was kind of funny; like she'd never walked before. Although she picked up on it after she watched Martel walk around the room. At least she's not stupid.

After she was clean and dressed, the kid crawled back into Dolcetto's bed and fell back asleep. I don't really understand how she could still be tired, but Martel said little kids sleep a lot. Dolcetto slept on the floor that night. When she woke up the next morning, she went to the kitchen area in the back of the base. I'm still trying figure out how she knew we were there, or even how to find her way around for that matter. When I asked her, she just shrugged.

Now, instead of eating like a normal person, she's just sitting at the table and staring at me; like she's not quite sure what to make of me. That one red of eye of hers bothered me more than anything; not so much because it didn't match, but because of how much it reminded me of a Philosopher's Stone. The color was exactly the same, and I could have sworn it had that same occasional pulse of energy. She couldn't be a homunculus though, unless one of my siblings had gotten themselves killed recently and this was the replacement. That didn't really make sense though. For one, there's no real reason for her to be down here that I know of, two, she would have tried to kill me already if Father sent her, and three, she didn't have the Ouroboros mark on her anywhere.

She still hasn't said a word since we found her. I thought it was a bit strange because most kids her age don't know how to shut up. Martel came in and grabbed some food out of the fridge. She looked at the kid and then turned back to me. "Has she just been sitting there this whole time?" She stuck her thumb at the kid.

"Pretty much and she won't stop staring at me. It's freaking me out." Martel rolled her eyes at me and squatted in front of the kid.

"Hey, Sweetie," she rubbed her hand on the kid's head, "Are you hungry?" She had a confused look on her face, like she didn't know what Martel meant. Then, we all heard a rumbling noise from her stomach. "Heh heh, I'm going to take that as a yes. Wait right here and I'll get you something to eat."

Martel starting putting something together and the kid just sat there with a funny look on her face. She was poking her stomach. 'Huh…You'd think she never heard her stomach growl before.' Dolcetto came in not long after, ruffled the kid's hair, and sat in the chair next to her. "G'morning, little one, did you sleep well?" I raised an eyebrow. This was probably the best mood I'd seen the dog-boy in since he got here.

Martel put some eggs and bacon down if front of the kid; she just stared at them. She looked back at us with a questioning look. "Good grief, don't you know how to eat?" I said to her. She shook her head at me. My eyes widened in surprise. I was half joking when I said it. I didn't actually expect her to respond, much less with a "no".

"Don't worry. I'll show you." Dolcetto to the rescue. He then proceeded to show the strange child how to eat. After that, she pretty much inhaled everything on her plate.

"She needs a name," Martel said off-handedly. She was right of course. We couldn't exactly keep calling her kid. Dolcetto sat on the counter next to her and put his chin on his hands.

"Yeah, but it can't be just any old name. It should be something special; something that fits her." He was really getting attached to this girl; almost to the point where I couldn't bring myself to make fun of him for it.

"Wouldn't she already have a name at her age?" I asked trying to sound as disinterested as possible.

"Oh yeah," Martel said sliding off the counter. She walked over to the kid. "Sweetie, do you have a name?" The kid got a funny look on her face and her eyes lost focus for a second.

"Name: a word or a combination of words by which a person, place, or thing, a body or class, or any object of thought is designated, called, or known." Our jaws dropped. I wasn't sure what surprised me the most: that she just spoke, the fact that she just sounded like a dictionary, or how completely and utterly adorable her voice sounded. It sounded like little tinkling bells.

"Please tell me I'm not the only one who just heard her speak." I was in too much shock to actually answer Dolcetto. Then she started looking at us with this curious glint in her eyes.

"Name?" She asked as she pointed a finger at me. I could hear the curiosity in her voice. When she was giving off that definition, her voice sounded lifeless. Now she actually sounded like a little kid. "Name?"

"Hey, Greed," Martel said still staring at the girl, "I think she's trying to ask your name." That was enough to bring me back to reality.

"The name's Greed, kid," I said with a smirk. She blinked a few times, seemingly processing what I told her, and then nodded. She did her little pointing and asking routine with Dolcetto and Martel too. For like, the next four hours, she just walked around the bar, pointing at people and things and asking for their names. She never had to ask the name of the same thing twice; soaking up all the information like a sponge. By dinner, she could speak well enough that people could understand her. She didn't do that weird dictionary thing again though. 'Maybe it was just a onetime thing?... Yeah, and maybe I'm not really a homunculus.'

(Dolcetto's POV)

After dinner, I decided to take the kid up to the roof to watch the stars. It would keep her busy until she fell asleep and keep her away from the less child friendly activities of the Devil's Nest. I saw no need to corrupt her at such a tender age. Maybe when she was old enough to know better, but for now, the roof was the safest place.

As soon as we got to the roof, she started pointing and asking for names again. When she looked up though, this look of pure awe fell over her. She ran over and started pulling at my sleeve and pointing at the sky.

"What's that?" It was the most excited I'd seen her all day. I sat down on the roof and put her in my lap. I started pointing things out to her.

"Well, that bit bluish-black space is called the sky. During the day, it's a much lighter shade of blue. And all those little dots of light, those are the stars." I thought if her eyes got any wider, they might just pop out of her head. "Also, some of the stars are lined up so if you look at them right, they make pictures." I started pointing out some of the constellations to her. "That one there, it's the Big Dipper, and off to the side is the Little Dipper."

I loved the look she had with each new constellation I showed her. Eventually, she pointed one out to me. "What's that one?" I looked where her finger was pointing.

"That one, that's Gemini, the twins." She got that weird, blank look on her face again. Her eyes kind of glassed over like they did at breakfast earlier.

"Gemini: the Twins, a zodiacal constellation between Taurus and Cancer containing the bright stars Castor and Pollux." Then she looked at me like nothing happened. I decided to just shake it off and think about it some other time.

"You know, there's an interesting story about Gemini. It says that people born under it are like two people in one body; a split personality. Kind of like you, Kid." She seemed to be thinking about something really hard, and for a minute, she looked so much older than she was. Then, she pointed to herself.

"Gemini?" I chuckled at that one. Then I gave it a bit of thought.

"You know, that wouldn't be half bad for a name. Gemini," I tested it out a few times. "Maybe we should shorten it. Like… Gem, do you like that for a name?" She smiled and nodded. "Gem it is. It has a nice ring to it. Greed will probably get a kick out of it." I leaned back and Gem snuggled up into my chest. After a while, I heard her breathing even out, so I knew she was asleep. I gave a light kiss on her head and whispered into her hair, "Goodnight, Gem, and welcome to the family."

How was that for some major fluff? I'm planning of giving Dolcetto and Gem a bit of a father/daughter relationship. I'll try to make the next chapter a bit longer. It's mostly going to be important moments as Gem is growing up in the Devil's Nest. I'm not sure when I'll update again, but I'll get it out as soon as I can. I'll also try to make another part of the story in Gem's POV.