Gomenasai for taking so long!! I blame Ed. -points accusingly at Ed- It's all his fault.

Ember: You're pointing at the wall.

Fate: -glare- So? I can imagine the pipsqueak is there!

Ember: -sigh- Some things never change… and yes, it is official! I am up to episode 35 in FMA. Stupid me, I downloaded Conqueror of Shamballa first so everything is stuffyfied. I hope I don't make that mistake again.

Fate: Yeah, yeah, shut up. People, enjoy chapter three. Woohoo. -waves little flag- Also, we would like to thank our first three reviewers XD. Thank you ever so much Retro Dreamer, Wandering Hitokiri and doubly thank you to Shiriko Matsuhisa. We loves yous ever so muchly. -glomps-

Ember: And we swear that we don't own FMA. If we did, what would be the point in writing fan fiction?

Al knelt down beside me and I looked up at him. I couldn't do much else as I was flat on my back and couldn't boost myself upright unless it was a life or death situation. Either way, I must have looked a little frightened because he smiled down at me, despite the concern sparkling in his eyes.

"You'll be fine, Selene. I promise I'll try not to hurt you too much."

I smiled back, weakly. I was by then really starting to feel the effects of blood loss. "Arigato…" I replied softly, not really realizing I was slipping into Japanese subconsciously. I guess that's what happens to you when you hang around Sky too much.

Speaking of which-

"Well, well, well," drawled said Japanese girl from the doorway. "Isn't this sweet?" I craned to see above the back of the couch, thinking, she sure sounds alright… My efforts at trying to sit up didn't go unnoticed because Al grabbed me carefully around the waist and heaved me into a sitting position. I nodded my thanks and, much to my amazement, I caught the hint of a blush on his cheeks. But before I had a chance to remark, however, Al stood and bowed to Sky.

"Hi. I'm Alphonse. Alphonse Elric. Pleased to meet you, miss Sky. I helped find you, Selene and that red-haired girl after you all crossed the Gate." He bowed again.

Sky raised an eyebrow at him. She did look okay, especially as she had changed clothing so she didn't have a coating of blood on her clothes. "Gate, eh? Interesting. The red haired girl is Katy and it's nice to meet you too, Alphonse."

Al smiled cheerily. "Oh, please, call me Al."

"Okay then… Al. Tell me, if we're in Germany, how can you speak English so fluently?"

The smile faltered slightly. "Um, well, we should wait until we fix Selene up, Katy has woken up and brother gets back until explanations, is that okay?"

Sky smiled cheesily. "Sure."

Al gave a small gasp. "Oh my goodness, I forgot! How are you feeling, Sky? Do you have a headache? Because if you do I have something that will fix it right up in a jiffy! I mean, anyone would have a headache if they'd just suffered from concussion!"

I hid my smile behind my remaining hand. Aw, he's so sweet… Gah! I didn't just think that.

Sky blinked. Several times. And then answered, "No, I'm all good thank you."

Al looked somewhat relieved when he answered, "Oh, that's good then!" The happy smile was back in place.

Sky stared at him just a little before asking, "Aren't you a little young to be a doctor?"

A yelp came from the kitchen followed by several curses and a yell of, "Al, help! I can't carry a tub of water, clean clothes and surgery equipment with only two hands you know!!" Splashing was heard followed by a screech of, "Edward! Get your butt in here and clean up the water!!"

Al winced and called as he was running towards the kitchen, "Sorry Winry! I should have offered." His call was backed up by Ed whining, "You messed it up, you clean it up!!" A heated argument ensued, following what sounded like a wrench hitting Ed on the head.

I winced. Sky gave me the eyebrow treatment. "So Selene," she asked, drawl back in place. "How did you end up needing to be 'fixed up' by a kid with intelligence and manners?" I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at her wording.

"He's a healer, of sorts, Sky. He isn't a kid, neither."

"What makes you say that? Is he an immortal or something? There is no way Al is over fifteen." Not this again…

I grinned. "He's twenty two."

"Yeah right."

"He is!"

"Okay, whatever. So, why do you need a 'healer of sorts' as you put it?"

"Because she has no right arm and she will bleed to death if I don't do something," Al replied for me as he came back into the room, lugging a bag of first aid stuff with several cloths slung over his shoulder. "And yes, I am twenty two." Sky blinked.

"What do you mean no right arm?" She practically jumped over the couch to take a look. And what she found made her gape disbelievingly. "Don't tell me that has something to do with the blue glowing circles."

It was Al's turn to gape. "Transmutation circles?" Sky started with surprise.

"Oh yeah! That's what they're called."

"Er… maybe we should continue this later," Al muttered as he eyed Winry coming through the door with a tub of hot water, red in the face from her face off with Ed. "And don't eat my pie!!" She yelled back to the kitchen. A mutter was her reply and she growled a little before shutting the door. Bustling over, Winry dumped the tub next to me before straightening and eying Sky.

"Hi."

Al jumped at introductions. "Winry, this is Sky. Sky, this is Winry. She's the best automail mechanic in the whole of Amestris! Brother said so once too, but it'd be like pulling teeth to get him to admit he did." Both Winry and Al grinned at that. Stubborn, annoying and short, that was Ed.

Sky nodded to the older girl. "Nice to meet you." Both returned greetings as Al plonked the kit and cloths next to the tub. "Lie back down," he instructed, and once again, I did as ordered.

"Okay, try not to move. It might help if you talk to us. It'll keep your mind off it," Al continued, kneeling once again down beside me, intent on my arm.

"Um, okay," I replied. "Er… Here's a question. I promise I don't mean to sound ungrateful or anything, but how come you want to look after us?" I barely resisted the urge to add, 'Yeah, I mean, on our world they wouldn't give a damn if we lived or died' but decided against it.

Winry answered for me, as Al had fixed his attention on my arm. "Well, you see, for one, we can tell that you guys aren't from around here. You're polite." She grinned. "Al likes that. You're injured and would have died if we hadn't brought you back here. Connected to that would have to be you lot being lost and in shock from the crash."

"You came from the other side. Like we did, not long ago, and you would have been disorientated," Al added. I just caught myself before nodding my head. I must have subconsciously accepted the fact that we aren't in Germany, I thought, a little surprised. I believed them and didn't even notice.

"And we, as a trio, like and trust you, even though we only met you maybe and hour ago," Winry finished. Wow, I thought. We were sooo lucky. I mean, for all we knew, we could have been picked up by axe murderers and wouldn't have noticed. This took my respect of Al, Ed and Winry up a notch. Who willingly lets injured strangers into their home at such short notice nowadays?

"The only thing I ask for in return is," Al started. Oh crap, we probably don't have the same type of money as them! "Is…" he left it hanging.

"Yes, Al?"

He grinned, somewhat sheepishly. "A hug!" Oh gods… I grinned. "Certainly."

Winry had a troubled look on her face. Sky, who had been trying not to laugh at Al's deal, asked, "Is something wrong? We can go if you want us to."

Winry shook her head. "No, it's not that! Quite the opposite in fact." She gave a little laugh. "I was just thinking, since you three don't have anywhere to go, do you want to lodge here? We have a spare room as you know, and if worse comes to worst, we can always get Ed and Al to transmute another room for you. That is, unless you don't want to."

I nearly sat up at that. All this hospitality! I don't think I had ever seen people with bigger hearts. I glanced at Sky out of the corner of my eye. She was just as shocked as me.

"I- er.. w-we don't want t-to be a burden," she stammered out. Winry waved a dismissive hand. "Oh, you won't be! All I ask is that you pull your weight around here every so often, is that okay?"

"Yes, of course it is!" I all but yelled out from the couch. "Thank you from the bottom of our hearts Winry. And I would hug you, but I can't for obvious reasons."

Winry chuckled at that. "You will, soon-ish. Which brings me to the question; would you like Al to heal you, or do you want me to install automail for you?"

Sky coughed. "Well, uh, what's automail?" Al pulled at piece of cloth that seemed to be stuck in my flesh and I nearly cried out. Wincing, he shushed me and patted me awkwardly on the head with one hand while trying to manoeuvre his fingers enough to pull it off without hurting me again. A few seconds later, the bloodied cloth was lying on the floor next to him and I was once again staring at the ceiling. Nice ceiling, as I mentioned before. A pretty shade of white, too; snow. I only caught the last half of Winry's answer because of that.

"-yeah, so they're basically metal prosthetic limbs." Winry had a look on her face that told me she would have gone into much greater detail but she would probably get scolded by Al if she did.

"'Cept a lot better than the ones on your side," Al added, squinting as he tried to pull out several stray threads with some tiny tweezers. The pile of bloodied cloths by his side was steadily growing higher, and I couldn't feel a thing! "Okay, Selene, two more bits," Al continued, a triumphant grin spreading across his face. It was followed by the not so happy proclamation of, "Ah crap, you're bleeding again." He quickly shoved some of the spare rags to the ground underneath my arm, hoping to catch the blood. "Oh, well, the good side is that the flowing blood should flush the dirt, threads and clots away."

"Uh, so Selene, what do you think?" Winry asked.

"That'd be great, thank you!"

Winry smirked, if only slightly. "You're going to get along very well with Al, I can see," she replied, putting a slight emphasis on 'very'. "You both have manners!" Al's cheeks darkened a shade. This time, I was certain. What to do with this discovery, though, I hadn't the foggiest. Er…

"Okay, got it!" Al announced to the silence a couple of minutes later. "Now Selene, I need you to lie very still. Don't even speak, 'cause I could end up healing your arm to your chest by accident if you do." I blinked to show him I understood.

Winry sighed and Sky leant forward in anticipation. Al clapped his hands together and a pretty emerald light showed between them. Gently, he touched his fingertips to my open flesh. The light changed to a brighter white. Almost as quickly as it had started, the light faded. I felt myself yawn and vaguely saw Al smile down at me. His voice broke through to me. "She'll sleep for about three hours now. Is that enough time to do the first part of the automail operation, Winry?" The blonde nodded and she jumped up, calling for her grandmother.

Al's blurry face backed up by Sky's even blurrier one, entered my quickly diminishing field of vision. "Rest now, Selene," was the last thing I heard before drifting slowly into oblivion and beyond.

…

Al felt like hitting something. Yes, the mild tempered Alphonse Elric, the legendary Living Earth Alchemist, was annoyed. What was the world coming to?! Ahem. Anyway.

Gah, he thought. It's not like I would have been in the way! After sending Sky back to bed for rest, he had asked Winry ever so politely if he could watch the operation. He had gotten a wrench over the head for his troubles. Sore, and a little bit let down, he had wandered outside, back to his tree he had been busily sitting under before his brother's childish display only a couple of hours ago. And what had met him there? Another childish display. From none other than Mister Serious himself, Edward Elric. Ha, 'Mister Serious'. Yeah right.

Jeez, all I did was look at her! Al thought, still steaming slightly. Sure, had looked at Selene, but what kind of person wouldn't? It wasn't like she was a basilisk or Medusa, both of whom would literally kill you if you looked at them. But, of course, as older brothers tended to do, Ed had launched into some childish song Al had dared not repeat even in his own mind in fear of being mistaken as Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer by accident because of it. Quite angry at his brother, Al had called him a garden gnome and had gotten a transmuted rock thrown at his head for his pains. Afterwards, Ed had stormed off in the direction of the crash, announcing he was going to look for something.

So, here he was, sitting by the river with only a couple of birds, the odd rabbit and a stray kitten for company, and it suited him just fine. Thoughts were always much better company than older brothers most of the time, anyway. Except, of course, when they turned on you. It was just confusing when they did so.

Take now, for instance. Al had simply introduced to himself the matter of whether he should have stayed and watched the operation, if Winry killed him with a wrench or not. That, of course, had somehow (Al didn't even know how) elevated into a full scale war with his conscience, debating the principals of right and wrong, good and evil. By the time dinner was called, he was completely confuzzled and had the headache to end all headaches.

Grumbling something unintelligible, he stumbled inside the two story yellow house ahead of Ed, who was whistling and apparently happy, for a change. Maybe he had accomplished something. Dismissing this thought, and groping in his pocket, he produced a couple of painkillers to get rid of his headache and dry-swallowed them whole, not really caring that they tasted like cardboard. Not that he knew what cardboard tasted like. He left the kitten outside on the porch with the promise of a bowl of milk later.

Al practically fell into his seat at the dining table, next to Ed and opposite Winry. Auntie Pinako, Winry's grandmother was serving pieces of the pie Ed had been told not to eat earlier that afternoon. My God, and he actually listened, too! Al thought, too brain-dead to even comment. Taking his plate, he neatly cut a piece of his pie and stuck it in his mouth. The flavour actually made him wake up a bit… or maybe it was just the pills taking effect.

Chewing gave him the chance to look around. Sky was awake again, looking refreshed after her nap and she was staring at Ed with a strange look on her face, and the red-haired girl, Katy, was awake, and happily engrossed in a conversation with Winry, apparently about automail. Seems introductions have already been made. Both Winry and her grandmother were looking a little tired, probably from the operation. It really drains one's strength; not just the patients', but the operators', too. Al took another bite of his pie, wondering on how Selene was doing.

A sharp jab in the ribs brought Al back to reality. Instinct made him immediately jab right back and he focused only to find Ed glaring at him while he was pointing his fork at Pinako who had apparently been talking to Al.

"Hmph," she said. "As I was saying Alphonse. Yes, you can go see Selene, but not until after the dishes are washed. Am I clear?"

Al ducked his head, blushing at being caught fazed out and nodded. "Yes, Auntie." Winry, Sky and Ed were trying their hardest not to snigger. He shot the three of them a glare. Grr… leave me alone! The two girls went back to their conversation as if nothing had happened and Ed just smirked at his little brother.

Five minutes later everyone was finished their first and only helping of pie. All except Ed who had only just finished his fourth slice and was starting his fifth. Honestly, Al thought grumpily. If he eats any faster, he'll inhale it. Granny Pinako saved the last piece for Selene, grabbing it before Ed had inhaled his last bite. He grumbled and looked a bit put out until Winry announced that there would be ice cream for dessert if anyone wanted any. Al glanced at the clock on the wall. About twenty minutes until Selene wakes up. He couldn't help but feel just a little excited about that. Not that anyone cared. The girls were too busy gossiping about God-knows-what, Ed was daydreaming about ice-cream and Pinako had just grabbed her pipe for her evening walk.

Within another couple of minutes, Al was staring at an empty table. That is, not including the dirty plates. Not a sign of human life anywhere. Grumbling about inconsiderate people that didn't even offer to help, Al stacked the plates neatly and carried them to the kitchen, setting them down on the counter. Still grumbling, he filled the sink with hot water and added a soapy substance that made bubbles that were ever so fun to pop. It smelled like strawberries too; Al's favourite fruit. Inhaling deeply, Al sighed happily. It was summer, for god's sake. There was no excuse to be sulking. Whistling, he waited for the water to stop filling and quickly washed the dishes, finishing in record time. He was just drying off the pie plate when he heard a soft "hi Al" followed by a yawn.

Twisting on the spot, ready to clap his hands if need be, he came face to face with Selene, complete with automail arm and in fresh not-covered-in-blood clothes. Wow… they attached it and she kept sleeping.

Shaking his thoughts free with a smile, Al asked, "How do you feel?"

She smiled back. "Different. Not bad, just different. And it's weird. It's strange seeing yourself touch something and not feeling it."

"It's even stranger existing and not feeling anything at all. Except the odd raw emotion or two," he blurted out without thinking.

She gave him a strange look. "What do you mean?"

Al sighed. This really wasn't a story he liked to tell. At all. Okay, then give her the brief version. He took a breath… and let it out. "When me and Ed were younger, our mother died. After our dad left us. We tried to bring Mom back to life using alchemy but we messed up. Ed lost his leg and I lost my entire body. In order to get me back, Ed gave up his arm in exchange and tied my soul to a suit of armour. We searched for so long, looking for the Philosopher's Stone, the stone that would restore us to our former selves." He grinned. "That's why we were surprised when you mentioned it; Ed, me and Roy Mustang, the Fuhrer and Ed's former boss only knew about it on this side." Asides from the Homonculi… "But in the end, everything works around equivalent exchange. In order to get my body back, Ed gave up his life on this world. He got sent to yours. I searched for two years or so, but when I opened the Gate to get him back, everything went wrong and we both ended up over there. Well, to cut things short, we ended up back here. By accident, as it so happens, despite what Ed said before. Oh yeah, and when I got my body back, lucky me, I didn't remember a thing! I still can't remember everything. Only flashes. So, yeah, that's basically my life in a nutshell." Slow down, mate! You didn't have to tell her all that, she just woke up for God's sake!

"…"

Al grimaced. Great, now she thinks I'm a raving lunatic like brother.

"Um, well, bad luck seems to like you two, huh?"

"You got that all in one."

…

How can all that happen to two brothers in such a short space of time?! Was my first thought after hearing Al's little speech. My arm throbbed where Winry and Auntie Pinako (nice old woman, really) had installed the automail port for the detachable arm. But the actual arm felt really weird, as I had told Al. I found a note up on the bedside table telling me I had to guess how much pressure to apply to an object so I could manoeuvre it, plus a spare of Winry's shirts was on a chair in the corner. Needless to say, I found out the hard way anyway when I accidentally crushed the doorknob. Whoops. Making my way downstairs, I had seen absolutely no one anywhere. Then I heard whistling from the kitchen, probably whoever it was who was washing the dishes. Yawning and barely resisting the urge to gripe about my arm, I had stumbled into the kitchen to be met with the sight of Al whistling and dancing around with a drying cloth in one hand and a pie plate in the other.

Shaking my head to rid myself of the amusing images, I asked for something to eat, please. Al immediately grabbed a plate of pie from the fridge, and set it on the table, pulling a chair out for me.

"I'd refrain from substituting your left arm as your right for now. Just act as if you normally would, with a normal right arm. That way, you'll get used to using your automail faster," Al informed me as I sat down. He stared quizzically at the piece of pie before his eyes lit up. "I know!" Clapping his hands together, Al returned the pie to its normal heat, in the flash of an alchemic reaction.

"Thank you!" I replied to his gesture. Al beamed at me and sat down opposite.

I ate in silence for a few minutes, focusing on working my right hand and savouring the wonderful pie before several bangs and a grunt emitted from the porch. A slamming door signalled the arrival of someone and Ed stumbled into the kitchen, covered in soot. He smelled quite strongly of smoke, too. Flashing a triumphant grin at us, Ed dumped a familiar looking bag on the floor next to me.

"I found this among the wreckage. I didn't really look through it, because Winry would have attacked me with that god-damned wrench, but it seems to be okay. I managed to locate Sky and Katy's bags too, so that should satisfy them for a while." Said shorty grinned again at me before wandering outside again, hands in his pockets and whistling. Al stared after him, a small smirk on his lips.

"What?" I asked him before shoving another piece of pie in my mouth.

"Ed is happy. Which is strange, because he was grumpy and just plain annoying before you girls came today." Al grinned. "I was just about ready to thump him into next month. So, are you going to check your stuff?"

"Ahuh," I nodded, still chewing. I swallowed before saying, "Yes, as soon as I finish eating. And after I help you wash up."

Al shook his head. "No, you're the guest, and you just had an automail operation. You aren't doing anything even remotely like work."

"But I'm going to be living here for a bit, no? That means I have to help. Not only that, I want to help."

Al sighed. "It seems as if you're as stubborn as Ed. Except he'd be stubborn about not doing the dishes. Try not to get your automail wet, though. It could rust if Winry hasn't made your proper arm yet." He looked at it for a bit before saying, "Yeah, that's a spare. Win will probably pull an all-nighter to get your proper one up and going." At my horrified look, Al laughed. "Don't worry, she'll be fine, she does it all the time. So much that she's almost nocturnal, now that I think about," he added as an afterthought.

This world is so different from ours, I thought as I stuffed the last piece in my mouth and handed my plate to the waiting Al. People treat each other as human beings here and do things for one another. I suppose I shouldn't judge it from just here, because Winry's home is only one place, though.

I leant down and scooped up my bag. It was fairly big and I made sure I wouldn't be putting soot, ash and stray scraps on the table before placing it in front of me carefully. It was my proper suitcase, thankfully, as I hadn't needed a carry-on bag because the plane was Sky's, so maybe, if I was lucky, some of my clothes had survived.

Al came back in, drying his hands on the dishcloth as I was trying to open the zipper with my new hand. Not a good idea. The metal kept slipping on the zip and making this horrible screeching noise. It made me cringe. On my fifth or so go, I almost switched hands before remembering what Al had said before. Grumbling under my breath, I tried again and failed. I heard Al chuckle but didn't bother looking up until a pair of hands seized the offending zipper and opened it on the first go. I put on a peeved look at Al who chuckled again and seated himself next to me as he pushed the newly opened bag at me.

"You're doing well," he commented. "Not even Ed could do that much when he first got his limbs." So that's why he was talking as if from experience!

I grinned at him, thankful for the compliment as I sifted through the many random things in my suitcase. Remembering my laptop was still in there, I cringed. It was probably smashed. Along with my phone, my iPod, and several DVDs. Crap…

Not really considering that this world would probably not have the same amount of random technology as ours did at that day and age, I yanked the laptop carrier out of the suitcase without ceremony, sat it on the table and carefully opened it. I gaped.

The laptop itself was fine, just a couple of the keys looked about bit skew if. Sighing with relief, I sat back in the chair. Phew…

"Thank God it isn't broken," I whispered, momentarily forgetting Al's presence by my side. That is, I forgot he was there until he gasped and half yelped, "What the hell is that?"

Doops. I mentally kicked myself.

"It's a laptop."

"A what?"

"A computer."

Al stared at the portable computer. I swear, had he looked any harder, he would've burnt a hole in it.

"But what does it do?" Several thoughts and ideas hit me at once. I wonder if the Internet works over here. Closely followed by, If this is parallel Germany, then the power points should be the same, and we all have adaptors for charging stuff up. Hm…

"It does several things."

"Like?" he prodded.

"I'll show you in a second, just let me check if anything else survived." It was rather sad; the laptop had survived, yet the pilot had not. Several moments of rummaging later and I was holding up my iPod, my phone and my collection of DVDs, the DVDs safe in a box of their own.

I quickly pressed the power button on the laptop before unclipping the iPod's cover to check if it was alright. Sure enough, it was fine. As were the DVDs. Unfortunately, my phone was not. At all. The screen was smashed and it was held together (the phone was flip-top) by only a few scattered wires. Completely and utterly stuffed. Yay. How that had broken while the laptop had survived was a complete mystery to me. My clothes were fine too, though one of my shirts was a little singed.

Al continued to stare at the laptop as it started up, making the odd whir of noise before falling silent. When the screen flashed to life, he almost fell off his chair. I laughed as he glared at it.

"You said you were over our side at some point, right?" I asked, trying to contain more giggles.

"Yeah, but they didn't have anything like this!!"

"What did they have?" I asked, curious, despite myself.

A shadow seemed to creep onto Al's face. "Zeppelins and gas chambers," he answered shortly.

"What?" Idiot! Thinks things through before you ask them! "Sorry, I heard you. Automatic reaction," I babbled quickly to mask my shock and to hopefully stop the look of obvious pain on Al's face.

"Automatic reaction to what?"

"You sounded like you were there during World War One."

"One? You mean there actually was another war?"

I nodded, suddenly feeling sad. "Oh yes. A lot of them." Then it clicked. "What do you mean, another war? What year were you on our world?" Yep, I had definitely accepted the fact that I was on a parallel world.

"Well, the rebellion was in 1923, so 1923 to around about three quarters through 1924."

If I hadn't been sitting already, I would have done so at that discovery. Time differences!!

"Woah… Time passes waaay differently here," I said. Greatest understatement of the century. Or maybe last century.

Al's face lost its haunted look to curiosity. "How so?"

"When we crossed it was 2006."

"Oh you are kidding me!"

"No, I'm not. Where else would the laptop and iPod come from? And the broken phone, for that matter," I added.

The data had finally fully loaded on the laptop. It was my fault it was so slow, really. Me and all my files and junk and music. Dad always used to annoy me about that. The desktop display blinked into life, showing a random Evanescence wallpaper. Icons winked into being everywhere. Al, his end of the conversation forgotten, started gaping again.

I opened the Internet, not really expecting it to work. Imagine my happiness when it did, however. Strange technology. Shouldn't work at all, there's no networks in range. I wasn't really complaining though. If it worked, that was cool, cause I could show Al all sorts of things. Muaha.

"Well, what does it do?"

"All sorts of things."

"Like?" he prodded again. Heh, déjà vu.

"Well, I could look you up and see if our world has any files on you and Edward."

"Yeah okay!"

Big mistake.

I immediately typed in the 'Google' search engine. It flashed up pretty quickly. "Here," I offered to Al. "Type your and Ed's name in. Full name."

Al slowly typed in 'Alphonse and Edward Elric'. Taking over the touchpad again, I clicked search. While it was processing the request and loading, I explained to Al, "This is just the Internet. Just about anything and everything can be found on it and you can do just about anything on it. Like learn another language, go shopping for anything, make your own page about yourself or your own interests and all sorts of stuff. Don't be surprised if you come up."

The door closing told us that someone was back. Within seconds, my little laptop had Ed and Sky as an audience too.

"It survived, did it?" Sky asked, not really surprised to find me on my computer. "The Internet too, eh?" she sounded a little surprised.

"Yep," I replied to both questions as Ed asked Al in a hushed tone what the hell the light up box was. I grinned at his wording. Light up box. Ha.

The website finally popped up, showing the statistics of 189,000 hits for 'Alphonse and Edward Elric'. Shaking my head, I decide to annoy the pair by clicking 'images', to see what came up.

Without really looking to see what the first picture was actually of, I clicked on it, downloading it instantly. When the image was finally able to be viewed on screen, however, we all gaped like goldfish out of water. There, on screen, were perfect anime representations of both Ed and Al and someone with black hair called Roy Mustang.

"What the hell…" Ed managed to sputter out. "The bastard Fuhrer too?" I think Al was too shocked to scold him for swearing.

"Quick, find out what it's from, Selene," Sky requested hastily. I skipped backwards and viewed under pictures until I found the words 'Hagane no Renkinjyutsushi' under a similar picture, obviously the name of the Japanese cartoon. "What does that mean, Sky?" I asked. My Japanese skills weren't as apt as hers, her having lived in Japan for ten years.

The girl looked stunned and I think her face drained of blood a little before she answered me. "Hagane no Renkinjyutsushi? That literally translates as 'Alchemist of Steel' but the English equivalent is 'Fullmetal Alchemist'."

-gasp- Never saw that one coming.

Ember: Shuddup.

Fate: Nyah. -pokes out tongue-

Ember: -donks Fate on the head with a strawberry scented rubber mallet- Reviews welcome, please.

Fate: -pouts and rubs sore head- Just so you know, the lights of human transmutation coming from upstairs is just a bunch of psycho lava lamps.

Ember: -glare-

Fate: -innocence- what?

Ember: -donks Fate again-

Fate: -pouts some more- and the Ed, Al and Winry look a likes running around in the basement are just… holograms. –cough-

Ember: Ignore her, she doesn't know what she's talking about.

Al: -wanders up stairs- -calls down- Brother, where are we?

Fate: -tugs at collar nervously-

Ember: XD ZOMG!! -faints-