I glared angrily at the tall dark haired man, he'd introduced himself to me as Colonel Roy Mustang. He looked a surprising amount like me. Same black hair, same pale skin, the only difference between us was that his eyes were charcoal black, and mine were royal blue. There were also minute differences between us, my hair had blue highlights, and his was almost dark grey. My nose was of coarse finer then his, my eyelashes longer, my face shaped more like a heart, were as his was more square-ish. He was leaning against his desk. I sat in a hard chair, my hands on my knees, my back perfectly strait, and my chin lifted in an defiant way. We'd been glaring at each other for the past twenty minuets.

The tall, muscularly man that had brought me here, he was Major Alex Armstrong, had finished giving his report and given my things to the Colonel's assistant, First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye, I remember her name because I liked it. She had searched through them, pulling out my knives, coat, and revealed that my sword, sitting in it's sleeve, was in fact a sword. The Colonel had even made a comment about me having a lot of blades for a girl. The things that had been in my pockets, the watch and letter, were sitting on the Colonel's desk next to him.

Finally Mustang looked away, he picked up my grandfather's watch.

I bristled, and imagined him melting under my glare.

After looking at it for another minute he put it down and picked up my letter. He pulled out the letter, skimmed it and looked at the two pictures, one was from when my grandfather had been in the war, and the other was only ten years old. Both had my grandfather in them, the newer one had his arms wrapped around my brother and me, the other had him and some war buddy grinning mischievously at the camera. My grandfather's hair was pulled back into a horse tail in the old picture but in the newer one it hung loose with only a few clumsily done braids that my six year old fingers had done, some of them even had daisies added into the tips.

I bristled even more when the Colonel didn't place the letter carefully back into its envelope. I bit back a comment about invading other people's property, I hadn't said anything so far, and I planned to keep it up.

"So which one of these people is the one who claims to be the Flying Alchemist?" He asked holding both pictures up at eye level. I gently took the pictures, he let me. I think, he thought I was going point to one of them, instead I shoved both down my shirt. I closed my eyes in an arrogant way against his yelling and threats. Finally he sighed, he turned to Armstrong, "Can she talk?"

"Quiet well, sir." He answered, "She's quiet quick witted. Has a tongue sharp as a blade, She asked me quiet a few questions on the way up here." He looked down at me. I tried not to laugh at the black eye I'd given him for when he'd tried to follow me into the restroom. "And she even screams very well."

"I can tell she must have a good hook," the Colonel coughed. "Girl, I suggest you remove the pictures, before I take them."

That made something in my mind snap. I smiled sweetly and stood up coming extremely close to Mustang. "I'm sorry I didn't catch your name, Colonel Gutterbrain was it?" He almost said something, but I cut him off, "No it has to be Gutterbrain, because it fits you so perfectly. Who else but a Narcissus, single mind, sorry excuse for a man would even think of touching a young lady, such as my self, in such a way!" I'd back Mustang into his chair, "I've sent men to the hospital for even suggesting such a thing at me, near me, around me, or with in my earshot! So I suggest if you don't want to be eating you food through a straw, you back the hell off!!!"

Mustang looked like I'd shoved a bug down his throat. I turned on my heel and went back to the chair, the way I sat down would have made my mother proud. Except for the handcuffs I felt almost in control. Hawkeye however was better equipped for handling an insulted female, "Miss, we're sorry if we insulted you, but it would help you if you answer our questions. Now, please, would you take the pictures out?"

I looked up at the pretty blond woman, "You have to promise I'll get them back."

"I'm sure once this is all figured out there well be no reason for us to keep them," She answer.

"I want them back in the same condition. You have to keep that idiot," I shot a glare at the black haired man who was still trying to recover his composer, "From destroying them and my letter."

"That's not too hard," She smiled at me.

I nodded, "Deal. Now what do you want to know." I turned back to Mustang, taking out my pictures and offering them to Hawkeye.

"Which one of those people in the picture is the one who claims to be the Flying Alchemist?" He asked again.

Hawkeye interrupted me before I could answer, "Sir, I fairly sure it's the dark haired man in this picture," She showed the older one to him.

"What makes you say that, Lieutenant?" He asked looking at me for confirmation, I stared stupefied at Hawkeye. How had she known that?

"Because, sir, that's my grandfather next to him. I've seen this picture a hundred times. He and the Flying Alchemist were best friends." She answered a little annoyed, probably because she'd heard her grandfather's war stories a hundred times, too.

"Ok, since that question's been answered, can I go now?" I said hopefully. "I'd also like the watch back, it is mine, now."

Mustang looked at me, "Not so fast. Do you even know what this watch symbolizes?"

I took a deep breath, "My grandfather's hard ships and good fortune during World War II, which he told me to hang on to." I lifted my chin, I'd quoted my grandfather perfectly. "If you'd read the letter more carefully you'd have noticed that."

Mustang took an equally deep breath, "It is a symbol of power in the military. It means the person who holds it is an alchemist. And since you, someone who was not ever an alchemist, has it I can charge you with impersonating an officer of the military." He razed an eyebrow at me, in a what-now grin. "Now then, we're going to hold you until Brigadier General Grumman can arrive and verify that you're related to the Flying Alchemist. From there we'll work something out." I stood up, I wanted to hit him so hard he'd feel it next week. "One last question, You're not an alchemist are you?"

I couldn't help it, I laughed, "An alchemist? One of those people that could turn steel into gold?" I laughed harder, "Any child that knows their history can tell you, the only alchemists were the pre-seventeenth-century scientists. Alchemy doesn't exist."

Mustang smiled evilly at me. He pulled out a piece of chalk drew a circle on the edge of his desk. Then touched the circle, a blue light erupted from the desk and there was suddenly a six inch wooden lion sitting in the middle of the circle. I must have paled, because Mustang's grin widened.

I clapped, rubbing my hands together, "well," Gulp, "That's alchemy isn't it?"

Mustang nodded.

I picked up the lion, an image of what my grandfather had done in my dream popped into my head. There was another bright light, and the Lion had turned into a perfectly realistic, six inch angel. She had three fine, very detailed, sets of wings, her hands were held out in an open gesture. She had long hair that flowed down her back, and beautiful, short, roman style dress, with a wrap that hung from either are under her wings. Her eyes were closed, but here delicate lips were curved into a gentle smile, it remained me of an ancient painting. My hands shook as I placed the angel back on the desk, "And now I'm going to see if I can remove my foot from my mouth." I clapped my hands again, backed up and falling over the chair. My hands hit the ground, and my feet disappeared into the floor.

I started to freak. I looked from mustang to the floor and back again. Mustang's eyes were the widest I'd seen them yet. Armstrong kindly asked me to stop screaming, he drew a circle on the floor around my feet. Upon touching the circle there was a blue light and I could see the toes of my boots again. He tried unsuccessfully to calm me down. When I'd stopped hyperventilating, thanks to the paper bag Hawkeye gave me, Mustang ordered a pair of wooden hand cuffs, which would keep me from touching my hands together.

Mustang looked ant me, "How did you do that?"

"How the hell should I know?" I screamed at him, "One minute I'm thinking about my grandpa, the next my fucking feet are in the god damn fucking floor!"

Since he'd already been wide eyed from when I'd done Alchemy as all he could do was raise his eyebrows a little higher, but smartly kept his mouth shut.

I sat back in the chair as Mustang made some calls, and I waited for the new handcuffs. My head was leaning against back of the chair, Armstrong was practically standing on top of me and Hawkeye was keeping one of her eyes on me. My head hurt way too much for this. I didn't notice the handsome blond man come in until he grinned widely at me, before asking if he could change my cuffs. I blushed and held up my wrists. He change them, the wood ones fit badly and hurt my arms, and then proceeded to keep grinning at me, "What, do I have something on my face?"

"No," He grinned wider, "I was jus thinking you were very pretty. What are you doing when this is all over?"

I blushed, What the hell?

Hawkeye placed three bullets in the floor very close to his feet. He jumped away and landed on his butt. "Havoc, No fraternizing with the prisoners," She said sternly, as she stood, and then escorted me out of the room.

Thank god, this guy maybe cute but he was at least six years older then me, I sighed quietly.

Hawkeye took me down stairs into a holding cell that was surprisingly clean. Admittedly there were no windows, but there was a single bed, and restroom facilities. "I'm sorry about this, but it's only until my grandfather gets here." She smiled, "Once he hears you're here I'm sure he'll rush down on the first train. I'll bring you something to eat in a little bit." With that she left closing the door and leaving me alone in that quiet room.

Once her footsteps had disappeared I pulled the knife I'd hidden in my bra. I was really happy I'd thought of it, because even though Armstrong had searched me, he had enough manners not to touch anywhere he shouldn't. I drew the blade and started sawing away at hand cuffs. I had no intention of sleeping with this thing on. Since there was no way I'd be able to pick the lock I thought this was a pretty good idea. I kept an ear open for Hawkeye, and paused, hiding the knife when she dropped of some soup, a glass of water, and a piece of bread.

I looked at it then her before she left, "And how am I suppose to eat this with these things on?" I asked displaying the block of wood on my wrists.

"I'm sure you'll think of something," She said smiling her polite smile.

She left after that, I figured out how to eat the soup with out spilling the entire thing on myself. Then I went back to chipping away at the cuffs. About the same time I became too tired to do any more I chipped through half way through the bottom half of the wood. I placed my foot onto the worn away part. I carefully applied pressure, there was a sharp snap and the bottom of the cuffs was broken cleanly through. I was able to take both cuffs off, my wrist had raw red makers from where I'd been wearing cuffs for over twenty-four hours. I rubbed them gently, then moved to rubbing my shoulders. They hurt a lot I wasn't sure if it was because of stress or because of the awkward position I'd been in for the past three hours. My head also hurt but there wasn't anything I could do for that.

I looked at the damage to the cuffs, I could probably put those back on and make it look like I hadn't done anything to them, but then again it was poorly lit in here so I might not work. I sighed what's done is done. I laid down on the bed, it was amazingly soft after sleeping on the train. I curled up around the cuffs so that it looked like I was wearing them, and tried to relax into sleep, but it was long in coming. It was a relieve when I sank into the darkness of sleep, and no dreams followed.

This is my first Fanfic that I've felt comfortable letting a bunch of people see, and I finally figured out how to put my comments here, so be kind. I know it's starting slow but I'm trying to build up, it'll get good soon, I promise. So please review, please be kind. Oh and thank you to the people who inspired me to write this, the ones who supported me and those who told me to get my ass in gear and publish this, you all know who you are.