Chapter 4

"What the he-ow," Edward groaned once he hit his head on the window above him. Marisol was flying, no floating,above him.

She giggled as she pulled him through the window. He didn't even have time to scream before she sped high into the air, and above the roof, and put him, correction, threw him on it. He complained about the rough landing before he snapped at her. "What the hell is wrong with you?! How'd you-?"

"I thought you were an Alchemy guy?" she interrupted. "A State Alchemist, am I right?"

"Yeah but what-"

"Then you can understand that in order to 'fly' all you have to do is lower the air pressure underneath of an object so that it floats. By reversing the magnetic pull of the object, which is a bit difficult, you avoid the pull of Earth's gravity." She smirked, bobbing up and down in font of him still, "laying" in the air on her stomach.

"And you can do that without a transmutation circle?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Tsk, no," Mari said rolling her eyes. "No one can do Alchemy without a transmutation circle. I have these," she said as she pulled out a card about the size of a poker card, maybe a little skinner, out of her pocket. It was thick and had a transmutation circle drawn on one side. Other wise it was just blank. "I have a few in my pocket. Each one has a different texture, and feeling. It took me awhile to figure out what each one was for, and what they did."

"So you use these?"

"Yeah. It beats having to redraw one or carrying a piece of chalk around. Plus I can do all sort of things, and it's much e-" Mari didn't get to finish her sentance. Instead she started falling out of the air, almost missing the edge of the hospital roof. She held the edge of the roof with one hand; her back to the building. Her other hand was holding her head as she tried to catch her breath.

Edward was already trying to pull her up. "You need to give me your free hand," he said. She almost missed what he said, but she followed his instructions. "Are you okay?" he asked once she was safely on the roof.

"I... I think I am."

"You're going back to your bed."

"What?!" Mari sprang to her feet only to sway because of the sudden action.

"See, you can barely stand up," he said scooping her up bridal style.

"Hey! Put. Me. Down! You have no right to do this! Put-me-down! Put-me-down! Put-me-down!" she struggled as he brought her back into the hospital and walked toward her room. Think Mari, think. she told herself frantically trying to think of a way to get away, when she thought of something devious. "Rape! He's going to rape me! Somebody help me!"

"What the hell?!" he raised an eyebrow at her when he felt something hit him in the back of the head. Mari suppressed a giggle. She quickly allowed herself to stay afloat in the air as he fell to the ground with a thud.

"Thanks a bunch, ma'am," she bowed slightly as she let her feet touch the ground before she took off running. She heard him yelling at the patient that hit him in the head, saying something about avoiding the doctor and he wasn't doing anything. You shouldn't have done that, the voice disapproved.

I'll do what I want, she scowled, as she turned a corner and ran into a nurse. "Damn it," she swore underneath her breath.

"Now stay in your room Ms. Foster," the nurse instructed Mari. Mari pouted with her arms crossed as the nurse set a tray in front of her. "And eat up, or you'll never get well."

"Marisol?" Alphonse questioned as he walked into the room. "They said they found you. You shouldn't leave until you're better. Brother said that you nearly fell off the roof. Do you know why he's so angry?" Mari couldn't help but bust out laughing, almost dropping the food to the floor. "I guess that's a yes?" she waved it off before she took a sip of some apple juice. "So you're not going to tell me," Al sighed.

Edward walked in and slammed the door behind him, much to the nurse's distaste, though she didn't say anything. Mari tired to contain her laughter when she felt the juice coming through her nose. "Quit laughing! It wasn't funny!" Ed snapped at her.

"It was for me," she continued.

"You know the hell that put me through? It wasn't fun, Marisol," he glared at her. "Once they send someone-"

"Mari," she interrupted once again, sipping at some soup.

"Huh?" he raised an eyebrow looking at her.

"Call me Mari, I don't like Marisol."

"You have some nerve to-"

"I didn't mean any harm in it; I just wanted to get away. I don't accept charity."

"Charity? Well we wouldn't have stayed so long if Mustang hadn't ordered us to. And next time you-"

"Mustang... Mustang... Mustang..." she repeated to herself.

"Hey! Are you even paying attention?!"

"Why does that name sound familiar?"

"Mari!" Ed yelled catching her attention.

"What?" she looked at him innocently, drinking the rest of her soup. "I still don't like charity. So when I get the money, I'll have to pay you back, main reason I didn't want to stay here, it costs a lot of money to be at a hospital."

"Well you shouldn't have starved yourself," Ed told her leaning back in the chair, some of his anger subsiding.

"I didn't starve myself, I just didn't have any food with me," Mari protested. "I was making my way back home, to get some money that I needed."

"You know, you're a very strange person," Ed stared at her.

"I am not! You... you... you State Alchemist."

"Ha, you can't even think of a come back."

"Be quiet rapist," she huffed ripping a piece of bread with her teeth.

"You know what how about you don't talk!" he said angrily crossing his arms and scowled.

Alphonse was utterly confused. He decided to just let it go, not even bothering to ask. The room was silent for a few minutes, but Marisol wasn't one to stay quite for long.

"Mustang! I remember now!" Marisol said with a sudden outburst startling both brothers.