A/N: Hey guys! Next chapter up so soon? WHAT SORT OF ALCHEMY IS THIS?

"There we go!" Said the Doctor, running up to his old girl. It was crammed up between a commandeered tractor, and a crate full of illegal automail parts. "Just like I left her!"

Edward looked on in strange concentration. "Why are you getting so worked up about a box?"

"Oi!" Exclaimed the Doctor. "She may be a bit strange, but she's mine!"

"Sure! Sure..." Edward said sarcastically. He opened his silver pocket watch and looked at the time. He froze. "WERE LATE!"

"I once knew a white rabbit who said something like that!" The Doctor turned and smiled at Edward. But Edward was thoroughly freaking out. Alphonse was trying to calm him down, but nothing worked. They turned to run towards the exit but the Doctor stopped them. "What's so important?"

"The meeting!" Edward yelled. "There was a mandatory meeting that all state alchemists were supposed to attend! And were late!"

"Right then!" said the Doctor cheerfully. He turned towards the TARDIS and slipped the key in.

"What, have you got a time machine in there or something?" Edward mused.

"As a matter of fact..." The Doctor turned the key, and swung the doors wide open.


"Alright! This meeting will now commence!" One General at the podium began. The rest of the state alchemists sat down in there seats. Edward sat in between the Doctor and Alphonse. He was still staring at the Doctor in disbelief. A box, bigger on the inside, and can travel through time and space? Some things defy all logic. But this? This should make Edward give up on his beliefs and fly away with the madman. He wondered why he hadn't yet?

"...Edward Elric..."

"Present!" called Edward. "Amazingly..." he muttered under his breath.

"Oh, don't act so surprised..." The Doctor said. "Bet you've seen weirder."

"Well, I've witnessed a child being born, a man harden his skin to the point where bullets can't phase him, and a hopeless man get a hot girlfriend..." Edward rambled. "But there's something that really surprises me... if you have a time machine, then why are you here? Why are you in Amestris?"

"Good question." Said the Doctor. "Why am I here? I was going to celebrate Christmas on a lunar colony..."

"What-mas?" Alphonse was confused at the concept.

"Oh, just some holiday about a man born to save the world... But I was pulled off track by something. Something powerful."

"Hmmm..." Said Edward. He was in deep thought. Could it be...

"...And now... Roy Mustang on the pressing matters at hand."

"Thank you, General." Roy approached the podium. "Now, there has been a string of murders in the west recently. This was no doubt..."

Colonel Mustang went on about the murders, Scar, and rising Ishbalan campaigns. After he was done, the Fuhrer stepped up and said a few words. He was an aged man, with black hair, an eyepatch over his left eye, and a black almost-handlebar-but-not-quite mustache. He wore the same blue military suit that everyone else wore, but his was more distinguished

"We alchemists are for the people." The Fuhrer stated. "We have a civil duty to the state, both to ourselves..." he stared the Doctor square in the face. "...And to each other." He want on like this for about another half hour.

After he was done, all was dismissed. As the alchemists were shuffling to leave, Edward tapped the Doctors shoulder.

"Want to travel with us?" Edward asked. "Maybe you'll find answers."

"No, no. I couldn't possibly..."

"Pleeeeaaaaasse?" Alphonse pleaded. Under the armor, the Doctor was sure he was making the puppy eyes.

"Oh, all right! But! Just for a little while."

"Awesome! C'mon, there's food in the mess hall!"

As Edward and Alphonse ran for the mess hall, the Doctor stared back at the Fuhrer, now covered in bodyguards. There is something off about him. He thought.

What am I missing?