Yes, yes, I know, it took me forever to write this. I'm sorry about that. The problem was, I kept trying to write a different scene than what I have now, and it just never really felt right. Then I thought of this idea, and the words just didn't stop coming, haha. So enjoy the long overdue chapter, finally. Eh heh.

-sings- Not mine, not mine, Fullmetal Alchemist is not mine and never waaaaaas!

Get on with it! Yeah, get on with it!

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Chapter Three – Luke's Discovery

"Dad?" Luke called out when he heard the familiar slam of the front door. He pushed himself off the sofa and quickly walked over to greet the exhausted man. Luke knew that his dad had been very hurt by the death of his daughter, and the man seemed to pour all his time into working so he would be distracted.

"Hey, Dad, you want me to cook you some dinner?" Luke asked as his father silently collapsed onto the sofa. The worn man nodded, so Luke walked into the kitchen and started pulling out ingredients for a chicken alfredo.

As he worked, he felt his thoughts wandering back to Robyn, as he usually did. Her death had been so strange and sudden that he hadn't really had a chance to recover. And there had also been that strange blond boy at her funeral that Luke kept wondering about.

After Luke had given his father dinner, he got up and wandered around the house mindlessly. He had already eaten, so he wasn't really hungry for more food. Besides, he knew that his dad liked to always have a little time to himself after work.

Before he even knew what was happening, he found himself in Robyn's old room. He slowly reached out and flipped the light switch, letting the room be enveloped in light.

The familiar black walls with pink lettering suddenly sprang into view, and Luke felt his throat tighten at the sight. He slowly walked over to the corner and picked up the blue electric guitar, grimacing when he felt the layer of dust coating it.

Suddenly, he spotted a stack of papers on Robyn's desk, and he curiously walked over and picked them up, still holding the guitar in one hand. He could tell from the handwriting that the papers were from his mother, who probably had the neatest handwriting in the world.

I have been trying for years to figure out a way to make a Philosopher's Stone without human sacrifices, but so far I haven't had any luck. And now I am trapped in this world without Alchemy. This is the farthest I think I will ever be able to get my research, but I don't even know if this one will work.

If my research is right, then this transmutation circle should cut down the needed sacrifice of the Philosopher's Stone drastically. Hopefully down to about one limb, which might even be able to be restored with the stone once it was complete. But I do not know whether this will work or not, since I have been performing all my experiments without any Alchemy at all. And I do not think I will ever get a chance to test it either…

Luke frowned as he looked over the circle on the piece of paper. It looked very complicated, but at the same time it reminded him of the geometric designs Robyn used to draw as a little girl.

"What the hell is this?" he muttered, turning the piece of paper over. He then noticed that by picking the paper up he had uncovered one of Robyn's mangas, one with the title of "Fullmetal Alchemist."

He slowly reached down and picked it up, staring at the cover in disbelief. There, right on the cover (albeit looking a bit more 2-D) was the same boy he had seen at Robyn's funeral. And there was the same man in a suit of armor that had confused Luke so much.

He slowly flipped through the book before stopping and staring at a page in disbelief. There were strange geometric circles throughout the entire book that were similar to the one he clutched in his hand. Circles that were similar to the ones Robyn had once drawn.

Circles that were similar to the ones that haunted his dreams.

Luke rubbed his chin thoughtfully before turning around and heading back out into the living room, making sure to turn off the lights behind him. He carefully held his mother's notes in one hand, and Robyn's book in the other. He didn't know what Robyn had managed to learn from the two sources, but he intended to find out.

"Dad," he said softly, sitting down on the sofa. "Can you tell me more about Mom?" Luke knew that the subject was a bit touchy with his father, but he knew he had to figure out the sudden mystery he had discovered in Robyn's room. "Where was she born?"

Luke's father looked over at him with wide eyes, not seeming to notice the two objects clutched in Luke's hands. He tried to raise a hand to wave the question off, but Luke leaned forward and stared intently at him. Luke's father sighed and leaned back into the sofa.

"You and Mom… aren't from this world, are you?" Luke asked slowly, looking down at the piece of paper with his mom's handwriting on it. "What's this alchemy Mom wrote about? Is that how you got here?"

"No," Luke's father shook his head. "We used a chemical mixture that I made. We came here before you were born. It broke Lizzie's heart to leave her father, but we had to escape from the psycho that wouldn't leave her alone."

"So that's why we never met our grandparents?" Luke prodded, and his father nodded guiltily.

"Your mother actually named you and your sister after two people her father kept talking about," Luke's father added, and Luke leaned forward curiously. "She didn't want to name you directly after them though, so she gave you a different first name, but then used your middle name to name you after a boy by the name of Edward Elric. Her father was always talking about how that boy just suddenly disappeared one day, along with his brother and his wife."

"So who was Robyn named after?" Luke asked softly.

"Your grandfather's only apprentice, Roberta Elric," His father told him softly. "Edward Elric's wife. Lizzie didn't want to pin everything Roberta did on her daughter though, so she made sure we always called Roberta by Robyn instead, so she could be her own person."

"Edward and Roberta Elric…" Luke muttered softly. He then looked down at the cover of the manga he was holding before holding it out to his dad. "And what about this kid? Who is he?" Luke asked, and his father curiously took the book from him.

"That's Edward Elric himself," Luke's father said in surprise as he looked at the drawing of the blond boy. "His title in the military was the Fullmetal Alchemist." Luke took back the book and looked at it curiously.

"So what you're telling me is that this kid in a book that's supposedly fictional is actually real?" Luke asked slowly, and his father nodded. Luke opened his mouth to ask another question just as the doorbell rang. Luke slowly got up and walked to the door, only to find Kari there.

"Luke, I need your help," Kari said worriedly. "Did you ever meet a friend of Robyn's whose name was Ed? I think that he might really be… I'm not sure, but he might be…"

"He's really the Fullmetal Alchemist?" Luke supplied, and Kari's mouth dropped open in surprise. "I just figured that out myself right now. What made you think that he was the real Edward Elric?"

"Because…" Kari said slowly, "I just found out that the kid who sits next to me in my math class is really Harry freaking Potter! And then I remembered how Robyn said that her Ed really was Edward Elric, and I thought that maybe she had been right all this time. Now I feel like shit."

"You have math class with Harry Potter?" Luke repeated disbelievingly, and Kari nodded quickly. "So Robyn knew that her friend Ed was really Edward Elric?"

"Yeah, she tried to convince me, but I didn't believe her," Kari said frantically. "I'm such a horrible friend!"

"Maybe…" Luke said slowly, considering all the different information he had learned in one night. "Maybe Robyn didn't really die. Maybe she faked her death and went off to this other world…"

"Amestris," Kari supplied. "And she didn't fake her death. I saw her in the hospital. Whatever was happening to her really happened and really did hurt her." Luke frowned and looked back down at the paper in his hands.

"I don't believe she's dead," Luke said softly. "I refuse to believe it. Something about it has just never felt quite right. Besides, haven't you ever heard that unless you have a body, you can never truly prove that someone is dead?"

"Luke…" Kari said slowly. "I don't know if…"

"Kari, you said you didn't believe Robyn before, and now you feel crummy because of it," Luke said gently, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Have some faith in her now, okay?" Kari opened her mouth, but then closed it and nodded with a smile.

"Now, you should probably go home," Luke said with a smile. "It's late, and I bet your parents are worried about you. I'll talk to you more about this tomorrow."

"Yeah, alright," Kari said with a slight yawn. She turned to go, but then suddenly remembered something and looked back at Luke. "Thanks, Luke," she said softly. "I'm so glad you came back."

"Me too," Luke grinned at her before closing the door and going back in the house. His dad was still on the sofa, seemingly deep in thought.

"So, Dad, you and Mom came here with a chemical mixture?" Luke asked, sitting down next to him on the sofa again. "Do you… do you think you could duplicate it?"

"What are you suggesting?" Luke's father asked slowly, and Luke sighed.

"I think that Robyn might be in Ama- Amer- Ames-whatever," Luke said, stumbling over the unfamiliar name. "And if she is, we have to get there to find her. Who knows if she's in trouble or something like that."

Luke's father paused in consideration for a moment before his eyes suddenly lit up in anticipation. Luke looked at him in surprise. It was the first time he had seen his father get excited about something since before his mother's death.

"I think I kept some notes on the formula," Luke's father said quickly. "If I can get the right chemicals, then I could probably duplicate the mixture."

"Great," Luke smiled. "I'll help you find the right chemicals, and we'll work on it together." He then paused and glanced at the clock, realizing just how late in the night it had become. "But for now, I think I'm going to go to bed," he added with a slight yawn, wondering how Kari had managed to get to his house at such a late hour.

Luke got up and slowly walked down the hallway to his room, putting his hand out to touch the wall as he walked and clutching the manga and piece of paper in his other hand. He paused when he came across a doorway, the same doorway that he had accidentally left open in his curious haste.

Luke sighed and flicked on the light of Robyn's room a second time. He then walked up to her desk and carefully put the two objects back where he had found them. In fact, he could put them in the exact same spot due to the square shaped patch of desk that didn't have any dust covering it.

He then turned around the room a few times, absorbing the sight of his sister's room. The room had laid untouched for nearly all the two years since Robyn's funeral, due to the fact that neither Luke nor his father wanted to deal with the pain associated with the room. The room was the same way as it had been before Robyn had gone to the neighbor's house for Thanksgiving while their dad was on a business trip.

Luke paused as his thoughts wandered back to the same blond boy he had been thinking about for most of the night. He knew that the boy had been the foster child of a couple by the name of Elliott. The two had been extremely distressed by the disappearance of Edward. Luke could remember that they had refused to give up the search for Ed until a whole year had gone by and most people considered him to be dead.

Somehow, that blond boy – Edward Elric – was the missing link in the chain, and Luke intended to solve the problem as he had usually done.

Luke then sighed and slowly walked towards the doorway, running his fingers over an old framed picture of him and Robyn back before their mother had died. Things had been so much simpler then, not such a muddled mess. Luke shook his head and placed his fingers over the light switch by the doorway.

"I swear, little sister, I will find you someday, no matter what it takes," Luke said softly. He then turned off the lights and went to his own bed a room away.

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Ah ha ha ha!!! I finished it! Be proud of me, be very proud! Again, I apologize profusely for the stupid delay in this, but hopefully I'll have gotten over that hurdle now. :D Now show your appreciation and review, lovely readers! I command thee!!