Title: Changed

Rating: T cause I feel like it

Author: DarkeFlame

Disclaimer: I do not, and never will, own FMA

Summary: Ed finds a way to change Al back into a human…sort of. They have the circle set up, and yup, you guessed it. Something went wrong.

Setting: Anywhen you want, Hughes is alive, Scar's still evil and killing state alchemists, manga-verse.

Thanks to merlyn1382 for constructive criticism

Awakening

I opened my eyes to Al, sobbing dryly over my prone form. The memories rushed back in a whirlwind of confusion. Preparing Al. Stillness. Scar. I shot up. "Scar!" I growled, looking around for the renegade.

"Brother! You're alive!" Al cried joyously, causing several birds to take flight into a dawning sky. "GAH! Brother, what happened to you?!" 'That's a very good question. What did happen to me?' I looked down at myself.

"GAH!" I was… I was…I was short! There was no getting around it. I was even shorter than normal. I looked like I was 5 yrs. old. It got better. Apparently, the transmutation had worked. I was a cat chimera. I had the ears, tail, and claws of a cat. I could actually deal with that. But being so…short... again would be hard to deal with. That and everybody would talk to me like I'm 5 yrs. old. That would get annoying real fast. The tail I could ignore. I could hide the ears, wear gloves. But the worst part was that… I was… a girl.

The feline I was now joined with had probably been female. And now, I was too. I tried to look on the bright side of it all. Well, at least I wasn't…both. That was the best I could come up with. Whatever I am now, I'm just gonna have to deal with it, it's my body, and nothings going to change that.

Upon closer inspection, I also found that my hair had black tips, as if I had taken it all and dunked the last inch or so into some black paint. My ears & tail were the same color scheme, my usual blonde with the tips bottlebrush black. My senses were keener, my teeth sharper, and my claws were made of metal. It looks like my automail, not disappearing as I expected, but was concentrated into the form of a fingernail instead. They were retractable, and I could make them grow to any length at will. I didn't want to freak Al out any more, though, and decided against seeing what they could do. Hell, I was freaked out enough.

After my self-examination was over, culminating in the surprising strength, speed, flexibility, and energy levels, I decided we needed to do something. "Al, we need to get back to Central. We can't just sit around here and do nothing."

"You're right, big… umm, I don't think I should call you 'big brother' anymore. You got enough stares as it was." Al said, with a few wary glances in my direction. I fumed, but, as he didn't actually call me…short, I would not blow up on him.

"Just call me Ed, Al." I said with a sigh.

"Okay Ed. You're right. We need to fix this." Al said uncertainly.

"How about we start walking now?" I asked, my voice colored with impatience, absolutely dripping with sarcasm. I stood up and started walking away.

"Um, Ed?"

"Yes, Al."

"Your clothes." He said, looking away pointedly.

"GAH!!!" I looked around for my clothes, hoping to transmute them into something usable. I grabbed them. Okay, I'll fix it." Clap! Nothing happened. Clap. Clap! Clap! Clapclapclapclapclapclapclap!

"Ed… I don't think its working."

"I can see that, Al." I said irritably. "Could you fix them?" I asked, forcing my voice back to politeness.

Why? This is normal. Why do you want to wear fake fur? I heard a voice. I assumed it was Al.

"Why? So I can look normal, that's why! And what do you mean fake fur?" I asked Al, mentally calculating his IQ.

"What are you talking about Ed? I haven't said a word." Al retorted, clearly confused.

I'm not Al. Some child prodigy you are. Huh."

"If you're not Al, then who are you?" I asked, nervous.

I'm Salina. I was the cat you transmuted.

Haha! I finished. I wanted to write this, but it wouldn't write right. Hah. Anyway, y'all should review more. If you don't review, I won't be inspired to write (is that vaguely veiled threat? Why I think it is) so press the little green button thataway and REVIEW!!! Cause if you don't there will be less AWESOMENESS!!!! And, no, I actually do not have any mental health issues. I have a signed (which means forged) paper to prove it from my therapists. Once they stopped screaming. But it was right after they locked me in a padded room for three days with nothing but lovely, mind-altering drugs, so I should be okay. Anyway, review, or I'll hunt you down, disembowel you, have you hanged, drawn, and quartered(which means strangled, cut open, and dragged around tied to the back of a horse), and then feed you to my awesome pet cobra. And I'll do it too. Remember Michael Corner? You shouldn't. I made you forget what they did to him…