Rated: T
For: Violence and mild swearing
Prompt: my own imagination
Disclaimer: FMA belongs to Hiromu Arakawa

I look around at the four different hallways in front of me, and decide on the one with an open door spilling light at the end. Grabbing my skirt and lifting it about an inch, I stride down the hallway, cursing under my breath at the builders of this church. The hall is unbelievably long. And by the time I reach the open door I'm certain that my snowy white dress is a dusty gray. The thin silver band on my left ring finger shimmers softly in the light from the open door, and my skirt rustles as I stop.

"Can you help me? I've managed to get lost."

Ling turns around, eyes his widening at the sight of me. "RanFan! What are you doing here? Don't you know its bad luck? For me to see the dress before the altar?" I hear somebody move behind me, and turn, expecting to see one of our friends. But all I see is a black cloth, and it covers my mouth and nose before I can react.

As the world begins to spin and go dark, I fall to the ground. "Shit… Chloroform…"

I open my eyes and see Ling standing in front of me, engaged in a violent fistfight. A hand wraps around his arm, and I cry out without thinking. "Ling!"

He looks back, relief in his eyes. "RanFan! You're alright!"

More hands grab him, and as he attempts to shake them off I get to my feet, hindered by my dress. "Ling!"

"RanF…"

A dripping wet black sack is slipped over his head, and he goes limp. Hands grab me, and I can't fight them in my dress. "Ling! LING! LING! LING!" Rough hands bind my wrists and ankles before tossing me into the back of an army transport truck. As the truck he's in starts off towards the setting sun, the one I'm in begins to head in the other direction. I continue screaming his name, and my voice rises in both volume and pitch.

I sit up with a scream locked just barely inside of me. Grabbing a pillow with my new automail arm, I smack myself over the head. "No, no." These nightmares have been getting more and more frequent, always a variant of the same fear. That he will come to harm because I fail in my duty. But this one was new. "Stupid girl. Stupid, stupid, stupid! It won't happen, it can't happen. I can't let my imagination run away like that." I scold myself in the manner that's now almost routine. "It was just a dream RanFan. Just a stupid, idiotic dream."

A/N: Those of you who have read my fic A night in a closet probably recognize this dream sequence, that is because I thought it was good enough to re-use. If you want a second dream on a certian character, just say the word. Reviews in my inbox make me happy!