Tigger: Hi, everyone and thanks to those who reviewed. You'll notice in the first chapter I said she had just finished reading the seventh chapter well I meant eighth. Sorry about that. Anyway please enjoy this chapter. Sorry that it isn't really long but I thought this would be a good place to end this. Thanks to all who reviewed my story it means so much to me. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not in any way shape or form own this couch which I am sitting on.

Ed: THAT'S NOT A DISCLAIMER!!

Tigger: Sheesh Ed anger management much. Besides I'm just telling the truth I really don't own this couch.

Al: Tigger, you're supposed to say that you do not own Full Metal Alchemist in any way shape or form. You also don't own me, brother, or any other of the characters besides Auntie Senile, Amy, and Amy's family.

Tigger: NEVER! (runs off)

Ed: GET BACK HERE! (chases after Tigger)

Al: (sighs and then begins to follow) Brother, wait up!


Amy took a deep breath and walked through the last trees into town. The town looked like some old European town from the 1900's. Which Amy reminded herself, it was the 1900's. Quickly she took off in the direction of the train station which was on the other end of town. Her stomach felt queasy from all the butterflies in there and all she wanted to do was head back into the forest. Instead, Amy approached the steps to the train station and headed up them.

The train station was grand with wide arches in the ceiling and a spotless marble floor. A little to her right, Amy spotted the ticket booth and went over. She stood in line as the man in front of her received his tickets and walked away. Shyly, Amy looked in the window of the person operating the ticket booth.

"Excuse me," she said in a quiet voice, "I need one ticket to East City."

"Well aren't you polite?" the lady cooed, "That train should be arriving soon. Here's your ticket."

The woman handed Amy a ticket and smiled at her.

"How much do I owe you?" Amy asked politely.

"This one's on the house dear. Now hurry up."

"Oh, thank you very much," Amy stood there debating with herself for a second, before she bowed and ran over to one of the benches.

The station had only two tracks running through it and Amy glanced at her ticket to see which one she should be standing near. A shrill noise sounded through the air, as a train whistle blew and the sound of train wheels reached Amy's ears. Slowly, the train pulled into the station and a conductor got out.

"All aboard for East City!" he called, "All aboard!"

Amy walked over to him and showed him her ticket. He nodded and signaled for her to step inside the train. Inside the train were rows of three seaters back to back this way two rows faced each other, Amy's seat was towards the back of the train next to the window. She took it silently and waited as the nervous butterflies began to die down a little. Soon the train jolted forward and Amy glanced around her compartment. It was completely empty minus a man reading the newspaper all the way on the other end. The front page of the paper had the words "Scar on the Run" written in bold letters.

"Scar? I really hope I don't run into him. This is bad enough as it is."

"You heard the news?" a man asked Amy.

She turned to see the conductor standing there.

"Yeah," she replied in a small voice.

"Well then you don't need to be told to be careful when you reach Eastern. Someone meeting you there?"

Amy nodded.

"Good. Wouldn't want you to be all alone when we got there," the conductor said smiling.

"Doesn't Scar only go after State Alchemists?" Amy asked, already knowing the answer.

"So far," the man answered gravely, "But you never know who he'll go after next."

Amy gave the man her ticket and he punched a hole in it, handed it back to her, and continued on.

It was a few hours later and night had fallen long ago. The entire time Amy had been staring out the window. Usually she would imagine some weird daydream to pass the time but this time she was in one of those weird daydreams and no matter how hard she tried the only thoughts that entered her brain were ones about home. What had happened to them? Did they know she was gone? What would they do? Her mind wandered as she pondered her situation. Was this really real? If so, how did this happen? It made no sense to her, if she was here why? This all felt like a dream to her but at the same time it felt real. The pain she had felt was definitely real but the reality of this situation was absurd. Someone getting sucked to the other side of the gate for no reason, it sounded like a fanfic she might have read. In all the fanfics she had read the person was always found by Ed and Al or one of the other main characters. They had never been found by some crazy old lady living in the woods. Wasn't she also supposed to be beautiful and talented too? As far as talent went Amy could read and fence, and even then she was only a beginner. She had no knowledge of marital arts and her only fighting experience came from punching and kicking the boys she used to play with when she was younger.

Amy shook her head. It didn't matter this wasn't real, she assured herself. There was no way any of this could have happened and she shouldn't focus on it. However she still had her doubts. It was all so confusing right now. She would try to find a way home for now because if this was real, which she told herself it wasn't, she would want to find a way home. Still in the back of her mind, Amy was excited. Real or not this certainly was the most realistic dream she had ever had. Usually her dreams made no sense but this one was crystal clear. If she was stuck here fine. Amy would make the best of this situation. Maybe she would get to meet Ed and Al. That would be awesome. Amy had to stop herself from going into FMA fan mode. At times like this she needed to keep a level head.

"I have a headache," she thought, "This is way too much for one 15 year old girl."

Another thought occurred to Amy. What about her i-pod and laptop? In most fanfics the person has a backpack with their stuff in it.

"One of those backpacks would be useful right now," she thought bitterly.

Amy had no magical backpack. Her i-pod, laptop, and cell phone were not with her. Hell, she didn't have anything except the clothes on her back, a photo, and what Auntie Senile gave her. But it made sense. The gate was all about equivalent exchange, so something would have to be given up to have her stuff come here. But what was exchanged to make her come here? The laws of alchemy clearly state that to create something, something of equal matter and mass must be given up. The only thing equal to Amy coming here was another person. Did that mean that another person was on the other side of the gate in her stead? Were they just as confused as her?

GAH! This is way too much. Amy had to focus. Okay first goal was to get to East City. Then she had to find a way home. Anything else, unless it had to do with her goals, was out of the question.

Amy spent her entire time on the train debating with herself. During that time she pinched herself a few more times to see if this was a dream. But Amy finally figured out that she wouldn't accept this reality until she was given absolute proof that she had gone between worlds. She only remembered the letter when someone announced there was only thirty minutes left before they reached East City.

"Oh, where am I going anyway?" she spoke out loud.

She took off her bag and put it in her lap. When she got the clasp off, she looked inside the bag. There was her hammer and photo near the top. Underneath those were some clothes that Alicia had given her. In the side pocket, was the money Amy was supposed to use to buy a ticket and the letter. Closing the bag, Amy took the letter out and began to read it. On the front of the envelope it said: To Colonel Roy Mustang Of East Command.

"ROY MUSTANG!!" Amy screamed in her head, "I have to go meet Roy Mustang!"

Truthfully this made a lot of sense. It was only an amount of time before Amy would run into one of the characters in the book, yet she didn't think it would be so soon.

"I should have seen this coming," Amy criticized herself, "I knew Roy worked in East and Auntie Senile did mention it was someone who worked with her son and husband."

Maybe meeting Roy Mustang would be the proof she needed to finally stop doubting herself. If Amy spent too much time trying to decide whether this was real or not she could end up doing more harm then good.

The train pulled into the station and people began to get off. Amy stuffed the letter in her pocket and left the train.

Outside the station it was dark from the clouds. She couldn't tell if it was day or night and there was not a single person in sight. It was also raining.

"Oh well," Amy thought, "Time to find the military."

Amy looked around.

"It can't be that hard to find, right?"

Trying to reassure herself, Amy walked forward into the rain. Her footsteps echoed as she walked down street after street. So far, Amy hadn't come across a single person and she was no closer to her goal then before. At every small sound, Amy's heartbeat quickened. It wasn't that she was afraid of the dark, no Amy was afraid of what was in the dark. All in all that was a very sensible thing, to be afraid of what you couldn't see but at the moment it wasn't really helping Amy find her destination. As she rounded another corner a loud crash could be heard. Amy jumped and held her tongue so she wouldn't scream. In the distance she heard someone shouting.

"People!"

Another loud crash was heard and Amy jumped again.

"Maybe I should find someone else. But there the only people I've seen so far."

Gathering her courage, Amy slowly began to walk towards the voices. When she felt she was close enough she took out her hammer and began to creep forward. There was a giant clock and Amy guessed she was in the town square. To her right were a bunch of stairs but there was no one around.

"I swear I heard people taking," Amy murmured.

Suddenly her foot caught on something and Amy fell over.

"Ow," she whined, rubbing her elbow.

Amy raised herself onto her hands and turned over to see what she tripped over. It was a pair of feet. Amy's slowly began to look up. There were legs, a torso, but no head. Instead there the remains of the end of the neck and what looked like flesh spewed all over the sidewalk. Quickly Amy scooted backwards. Her stomach began to twist uncomfortably and her mouth filled with bile. She would have screamed but her voice seemed to have momentarily disappeared. Not waiting another second, Amy tore herself away from the disgusting site and ran. The rain soaked through her clothes and she slipped once or twice trying to get away but she didn't stop. Images of the dead corpse wouldn't leave her mind; they haunted her and made more bile rise up. Finally, Amy stopped and leaned against the wall of a building. Leaning over she allowed herself to vomit, the sound making her almost throw up again.

Her head spun as Amy tried to swallow the putrid taste in her mouth. Trying to gain a grip on her spinning vision, she stumbled forward. It was only a few feet before she collapsed to the ground and started crying. The tears came pouring out of her eyes as she lied there. Confusion, terror, and hopelessness were mixed together.

"I want my mom and dad," she thought desperately, "I want to go home. This isn't fun. I'm scared and all alone. I may never see my parents again. This isn't worth it."

Amy's stomach lurched at the thought of being stuck in some weird dimension without her family. More tears formed in her eyes and she started trembling.

"I want to go home. Please let me go home. I'm sorry, please I'm sorry. Just let me go home."

Amy pleaded with the heavens but nothing happened. She felt like a child who had done something wrong and she was begging for forgiveness.

"STOP IT! BROTHER RUN AWAY!" someone screamed piercing the silence.


OMAKE:

Amy layed on the ground sobbing when something caught her eye. It was a shiny penny. She went over and picked it up.

"What's a penny doing here?" she asked, "Pennies don't exist in FMA."

Suddenly a giant net fell on top of her.

"We caught the monster," Fred (from Scooby Doo) cheered.

Scooby, Shaggy, Fred, Velma, and Daphne all came from around a corner.

"Bad news Fred," Velma stated, "You didn't catch the monster you caught a little girl."

"I AM NOT LITTLE!" Amy shouted.

"A bad tempered one at that," Daphne added.

"Nonsense," Fred said, "This is obviously the monster in disguise. Watch."

Fred goes over and starts pulling on Amy's hair.

"This mask won't come off," he huffed trying to pull Amy's "mask" off.

"Ow. Ow. Hey, watch it!" Amy told him.

"Only once you take this mask off," Fred said giving Amy's hair a tug.

Amy snapped. She took her hammer and smacked Fred with it. The gang and Amy watched at Fred fell to the ground.

"I just killed, Fred," Amy murmured then lifted the net up and got out, "Well time to go. Bye everyone."

Amy walked off and left the stunned Scooby Gang and Fred there. A few hours later, Roy Mustang comes across the body. He blinked at it twice and then decided he was seeing things and went home to get some well deserved rest. Meanwhile the rest of the gang went home to celebrate because they no longer had to deal with Fred.

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