Yo, guys, its Zee and Iggy again. Say Hi, Iggy!

Iggy: Hi, Iggy!

Me: Dont be smart. Anyway, just so you know, im turning this into an MCR songfic. Yay Meeeeeee!!!! here we go.....


When i was a young boy, my father took me into the city to see the marching band.

He said, "Son when you grow up, would you be the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned?"

He said, "Will you defeat them, your demons and all the nonbelievers, the plans that they have made?

"Because one day, i'll leave you, a phantom, to lead you in the summer, to join the Black Parade!"

That song was stuck in my head as i read a book. The Idiots Guide To Alchemy. Well, not really, it was actually called Introduction to Alchemy, but it might as well been the former.

"I'm so confused..." I muttered, putting the book upside-down on the bed, next to me. Alchemy was hard: I was only on the kiddie stuff Ed and Al had supposedly been doing years ago and my brain hurt. Already. I didnt even know how this stuff worked-You just draw the circle and your done? For what i was worth, i couldnt even do basic science. Yeah, science. It sounded like magic at first(I immediately thought of World of Warcraft(DO NOT OWN)) but apparently its more of, quote enquote, "understanding, breaking down and rearranging matter". Surprise, surprise. At least i had memorized the formulas for... most anything i might encounter. I was that bored. And interested. And i had nothing better to do.

I looked out the window the sleeping boy was stationed under. Al-Short for Alphonse, apparently- was asleep/turned off in the corner. The sun was shining a bit, through the previously mentioned window.

This place-wherever i was, cuz i sure as hell wasnt in Kansas anymore- was definately better than where i had come from. The landscape was better, the family i lived with was a helluva lot nicer than mine had been. And it looked like, though some things had been removed from this place, lots of things here didnt exist where i was.

I hoped they still had pianos or guitars or something.

On the other hand, i did have some friends at school. They were probably wondering where i was, no doubt they would have hidden the body. My body must still exist over there, because this one didnt have any of the scars, the burns. My right pinky worked fine, for once.

The only thing i was missing, was, ya know, legs. Other than that, i was just flippin' peachy.

I turned over, so i was lying on my stomach, and levered myself up so i was sort of sitting. I had some little bit of thigh left, i guess, so i had some amount of balance, but i relied a lot on my hands to do the work, so i wouldnt be sitting up and reading anytime soon.

I pulled the wheelchair over and set it sideways against the bed, then hopped to the edge of the bed, attempting to wrap my brain around how best to climb into said wheelchair and get out of this fifteen-by-eighteen foot square room. Though it was fairly empety save one bookshelf, one bed, one suit of armor and one young boy with half of his limbs cut off, it was sort of stuffing my ears with cotton balls with the silence. That Edward kid's breath was so faint, i could barely hear it.

Okay. So i had to find someplace to make an appropriate noise. Rhythm, harmony, melody. Music. Somewhere. Even, like, a cello would be okay, since it was kind of like a bass guitar, only upright.

I put one hand on the arm of the wheelchair, the other gripping the bed. "And-a one, and-a two, and-a-" on three, i swung myself rather acrobatically over the arm of the wheelchair. Unfortunately, i managed to overshoot a bit, and really bruised my side. I held in a hiss and flipped the brakes on the wheels away from said wheels, rolling myself through the open door.

It took a few tries, but i managed to get down the hall, into a living room. There in the corner loomed my salvation- a piano! It was only an upright, not a grand or an organ, but still serving the function!

I wheeled over, pushing the heavy piano bench out of the way, and scooted up close to the keys. Gingerly, i played a C chord. It was amazing. I moved my fingers up one key. D, F, A. Magnificent.

I moved up an octave, to G. Hold for four beats. Down to G flat, up to B, down to E, hold two. The familiar song itched to play itself out. I allowed it. G, G flat, B, E, D, G, C, B, E, A, D.... My left hand snuck itself in, playing what would be the vocals. "When i was a young boy, my father took me into the city..."

I had to switch to another song, though, because the intro to Welcome to the Black Parade isnt all that long and i didnt know the rest of the song. The second song ended up being My Heart Will Go On, from Titanic. It was one of the first songs i learned when i secretly began teaching myself.

After about five minutes of playing, I had a thought. Unfortunately, i had no paper, so i could not put said thought into action. So I strung a few measures together, and tried to remember them for a time i did have paper.

"That was nice," Winry came up behind me, "Did you write that?"

I blushed a bit, "Nah. The first was from a group called My Chemical Romance, and the other was Celine Dion. Neither of which are me." I clarified. "Third was just putting notes together."

"I dont think i've heard of either of them before"

I shrugged "Yeah, well, they were local, i guess." Local to that dimenson, anyway.

"Oh. Well, its still very nice."

"I guess." I pushed away from the keys and started wheeling myself back to the bedroom where i was greeted by Granny(i had learned her name was Pinako) changing the dressings on Ed's leg, who was having an apparently heated conversation with his elder. "Well, well, if it isnt Sleeping Beauty," I said sardonically as i wheeled myself through the doorframe.

Ed just looked at me in a confused manner, "Who the heck are you?"

"Jenna Fremont. Twelve and a half-ish. Nice to meet ya." I waved once.

Ed nodded, apparently fine with my sudden appearance.

Pinako continiued whatever conversation they were having before "In the attacks that took the lives of my sons, there were alchemists involved. When war comes again, are you ready to do the same?!"

"I dont wanna be chained to the state any more than you do," Ed stated defiantly, "But I'll do whatever it takes to fix things."

"Fix you or the world?" Pinako said, "Ask yourself that."

I shruged "C'est la Vie, C'est la Guerre."

"Hmm?"

"Its an old saying from where i come from. It means, 'Such is life, such is war'. The conversation reminded me of that saying. You're probably gonna hear a lot of 'em."

I pulled myself onto the bed and picked up a new book, about some of the more prominent state alchemists in recent history. I ran across a familliar name, "Hey, isnt Roy Mustang the name of the guy who came by last night?"

Pinako looked at me, "Yes, why?"

I smirked a little, "Nothing, nothing..." I held in a giggle. Apparently he was Lt. Colonel Mustang, the Flame Alchemist. Now, replace Colonel with its homonym, tack on the Flame bit, and oh, my God, "Just... Burnt Popcorn." I was soooo gonna have some fun with that...


"GOD-" I bit my lip against a string of curses. "Tell me when your gon-YOWCH!"

Winry sighed "Please try and hold still. This is the highest quality procedure we can do!"

I clenched the edges of the medical bed, "Just... gimme a dishcloth or something so i dont crack my teeth."

A rag was jammed in my mouth, and pitbull thoughts flooded my mind as the procedure went on.


I twitched the metallic toes attatched to the prosthetics. "This. Is. Soooo. Weird. Cool, but weird." I touched what would be the shin, and i actually got a pressure sensation back. No warmth, except for the cool smoothness i felt from my finger, but pressure nonetheless. I looked up at Winry "You're a genius. You know that? A freaking genius."

Winry blushed. "Not really... There are people more advanced than me. Go down to Rush Valley sometime, you'll see what i mean."

I rolled my shoulders back, "If you say so. Nobody's even heard of automail back where i'm from."

Winry's eyes were dinnerplates, "Really? No way!"

"Small town, i suppose." Oh, you know, only a population of about six billion people.

I tried to get up... and promptly tumbled forward on my face. Ed looked up from the other bed, amused. "Nice going. Didnt they tell you that there was at least a year of rehab attatched?"

"Shut up, shrimpy!"

"DONT CALL ME SHORT!"

I smirked, "Ed's not short, he's fun-sized!" I earned a laugh from Winry and Al, and a growl from Ed.

"Although, this does give me an idea... Hey, is there any way a girl can get a few logs? And some chalk?"

"Uhh, i guess..."

Winry left, and a few minutes later, came in with a stick of chalk and a couple of good sized logs. I grabbed the chalk and started marking out a standard circle.

"Alchemy? You've only been working on it for what... Two weeks? Maybe three?" Ed looked confused, and i grinned up at him.

"I eat books like grapes. Its just your basic building array. Watch."

I looked at the book once for reference, tossing the logs into the approximate middle of the circle. Easing myself onto the floor, i knelt by the edge of the circle, gathered my thoughts, and pressed my hands to the edge of it. Just like the textbook said, blue light glowed from the chalk and i watched the wood work itself into a pair of enlongated shapes. Twenty-seven seconds later, a good pair of crutches occupied the space where the logs had been, along with a little bit of extra wood i had no use for, balled up next to the crutches.

"Terderrr! Instant crutches. I am now mobile."

Ed and Al stared at me, "Wow."

"Hey, you guys were doing this stuff when you were eight. Gimme time to catch up!"

"Thats not it, i just thought you woudnt be this good yet-"

"WHY? Cuz im a GIRL?" God, sexist pigs...

"Thats not what i said!"

...Oh.


It had been six months since I had come to this world. I was coming along steadily in alchemy, and i figured that if you gave me a year or two i could catch up to the brothers, easily. I was walking fine, though it took me a solid month longer than Ed, given that he could still use one leg naturally. I envied the boy.

But now i was back and kicking butt, now that i could function around here.

So now i was sitting on the roof, singing the songs of Gerard Way and looking up at the stars.

"Do or die, you'll never make me because this world will never take my heart. Go and try, you'll- Oh. Hi, Ed. Whats up?"

Ed hoisted himself onto the room, to my amazement, "Nothin'. Couldnt sleep. Heard you singing. Wanted to see what was up here that was so interesting."

"The stars," I replied hesitantly, "When times were... hard, i would look up at the stars, to remind myself that with as many people out there as stars, there had to be someone that cared." I winced at the memory.

Ed nodded. "That how you lost your legs?"

"As if i know. One minute i was in my house, then i... blacked out and found myself legless and in the bed of some foriegn land. You?"

"...Saving my brother."

"Liar. I know what human transmutation is. So- mom, dad, or another sibling i dont know about?"

Ed glared at me.

"Or you can glare at me and i wont tell you the truth either, and i'll start with the short jokes."

"...We just wanted to see Mom's smile again." Ed muttered. "Gave up my leg and Al's body for something that wasnt even human. Arm was to attach Al's soul to that armor."

I nodded, sort of guilty for making him talk about it, but glad for some information. "I died. Shot and killed, ran from the gate, landed here. Dont. Ask. How."

Ed looked at me, "Really, now?"

"Yep. Cant even do alchemy in my world slash dimension thingy, its just a myth there. Some guy named Flamel..." I shrugged.

"Really? No alchemy whatsoever?"

"Yeah, but the technology is pretty advanced compared to here, minus the prosthetics. Equivelence, i guess."

"Equivelence..."


Iggy: Umm, yeah, she's passed out on the couch, so here it is. -clears throat-

"Sorry, but this took me forever and lots of rewatching of Episode Three of FMA. Hope you enjoi. Thank you. Milk. Cheese. Bread. Pancake Mix-"AHEM. Never mind. That was the grocery list.

See ya next time.