This chapter has virtually nothing to do with the actual plot (Though it might, later on, possibly-ish) but I got the idea and thought it was pretty amusing and decided to put it into play:) Not to mention that there's a lot of events that really can't have a third elric shoved into them, so it's better to pair Liz off with some other main characters to better preserve the original story line. Anywho, Enjoy!

(Age 15; 3rd person:3)

"So," Mustang pried smoothly, "what is your 'type', Broken Flame?" He had a smirk playing at the edges of his lips, ready for an embarrassed reaction or something of the sort from Elizabeth. Havoc and Fuery were intently listening, curious as well. Hawkeye didn't really care, and continued with her work. She could still hear as well as any of the others, however. Falman and Breda had already excused themselves before start of the conversation, effectively avoiding this awkward situation.

Elizabeth froze at Mustang's question, not really having ever thought of something as trivial as 'types' before. Then a thought crossed her mind-How the hell did I end up in the spotlight like this?!

Earlier~

Elizabeth had asked Havoc to explain how to file the papers correctly once she had offered to assist Mustang's subordinates. He explained them simply enough for her.

"All I need you to do for me is put these," he handed her a large stack of folders with scrawled titles across the tabs, "in alpha-order. If there are any duplicate names, just check the dates an put them in Chronological order. Any titles beginning with a number, place them before 'a' and order them numerically." He took his cigarette out of his mouth for a moment and looked at Elizabeth for reassurance, "Got it?"

In reply, Elizabeth rolled her eyes and sarcastically replied, "No, could you explain alpha-order for me, ash tray?" She snatched the folders and began working deftly, placing the numbered and lettered ones in different piles to begin the organization.

Just a few minutes passed with the silent work that things began to get interesting. Falman was called to the library for extra assistance with the re-organization of the first branch library, and Breda offered to help him, as he could do quite a bit of heavy lifting.

Then Mustang finished all of the paperwork at his desk. In his feeling of accomplishment, he kicked his feet up on his desk and rested his head on his hands, leaning back in his chair.

Havoc scoffed at him, "Care to lend a hand, Colonel?" he taunted, with a serious undertone.

"Now, now," Mustang replied, "I have myself a brand-new temporary subordinate. What kind of commanding officer would I be to relieve her of her duties and not allow her to learn the ways of office work?" he chuckled lightly before adding, "Besides, I have a date tonight. I haven't even decided where or what we're doing. I can't disappoint."

Elizabeth halted her sorting at the addition and turned to give him a skeptical look. "Is it a blind date?" She asked coyly, waiting for the denial.

"No, I asked the lovey lady myself." Mustang responded smugly.

The girl scoffed at him, "Then she knows not to expect anything good, so you won't disappoint!" she mocked bluntly.

Mustang pulled himself up from the leisurely position he held to face her more directly, "Believe me, she expects a lot, and will not be disappointed. After all, I'm just her type."

Havoc grunted angrily, "Please, you're everyone's type. Do you even have a type, Colonel?" Hawkeye looked up from he work from the first time. She had been listening in the whole time, but felt no need to interrupt before now.

"Female." She stated sharply before returning to her work dutifully.

Havoc burst into hysterics, with Elizabeth not far behind. The single word made Mustang burn red with anger, and a hint of embarrassment. Fuery withheld his amusement out of respect and fear for the flame alchemist, but even he let out a small smile at the cheap shot.

"Th-that's not true!" Mustang insisted adamantly, "Even I have standards!" He snapped.

Elizabeth smirked wickedly, "Even you?" She reiterated, plainly insinuating the worst. Havoc continued to laugh, but managed to calm down enough for an insult of his own.

"Legal Females!" Havoc added, with a sly glance at Elizabeth, "That means you're safe for a few years, cutie!"

Elizabeth's face heated up in anger, "Excuse me? Like the Colonel, I have standards!" she snapped, "And they're much more strict than his!"

Havoc rolled his eyes, "Standards? Everyone has standards. I do, too!" Mustang snorted at that. "What?" Havoc snapped angrily at his response.

"Please," Elizabeth taunted, "Your standards must suck, because I've never heard of you having a girlfriend for more than five days!" She chuckled at her own joke, accompanied by Mustang and Fuery, who felt no need to repress a laugh about Havoc.

Havoc, on the other hand, got a really sour look on his face from the memories of his short-lived flings. The look didn't last long as it was quickly replaced with a determined expression as he cried, "At least mine are more strict than Mustang's!"

Mustang, having no reply, let the conversation die. Almost. He smirked at the realization that he didn't get the chance to mess with his newest 'subordinate'.

"So," Mustang pried subtly, restarting the topic very nonchalantly, "What is your type, Broken Flame?" He awaited a naive answer, or one of confusion or embarrassment or anger.

Elizabeth, who had frozen out of surprise, snapped out of the trance soon enough, replying with a lie, "I like sweet guys. Most girls do." Her tone was short, sweet and to the point. The only one that noticed her discomfort on the topic was Hawkeye, who decided not to remain silent like usual.

In fact, she outright laughed at the girl's response. "That's not true, and you know it. Living with brothers like you've got, you wouldn't be able to deal with a sweet, calm man. You'd go nuts from the quiet." Elizabeth flushed a deep scarlet color, knowing she'd been caught in her lie.

"So," Havoc teased, "Fuery is out."

Still flaming red, Elizabeth shot up in protest, "I like Fuery!" Her mouth gaped open immediately at her words and she quickly stumbled to remedy them, stuttering, "No-not, Not like that!" She cried, covering her face as best as possible. "I-I'll just take some references to my room," she mumbled in embarrassment, "I'll be back in a few."

Trying desperately to escape from being the source of the two men's amusement, Elizabeth rushed past the door jam to grab her papers that the Colonel was allowing her to borrow. Unfortunately, her pant-leg caught on a nail sticking out. "Damn it," she muttered, tugging on the fabric to hurry out of there. A loud 'R-r-r-riiiiip' sounded through the office and she paled. Her pants now had a nice-sized slash going up her right leg, running from her knee all the way to the hem. "Damn it!" She exclaimed louder.

Letting her hair fall in her face and with papers in hand, she walked up to Hawkeye and mumbled something incoherent to her.

"What?" She replied, knowing only the gist of what Elizabeth had asked of her.

"I said," Elizabeth reiterated through clenched teeth, "'Do you have any extra pants?' This is my last pair." She gritted her clenched teeth as Hawkeye took her time to respond.

"Hmm," She thought for a second, "Perhaps. Come to my room and we'll see if any fit." she offered graciously.

Elizabeth nodded, "Thank you very much, Lieutenant."

(Age 15)

"Havoc!" I snapped angrily, "I swear to god, if you don't stop staring at my leg, I'm going kick your ass." I threatened, no, promised. He was really getting on my nerves, staring at me like he's never seen anyone in a military skirt. It's been like this since I returned from Hawkeye's room. First it was Fuery and Mustang, then Havoc returned from getting my brothers and he started staring at my automail, too.

His eyes lingered on the metal for a few more seconds before focusing them on something else. "S-sorry," He mumbled, nearly incoherently, "I've never really seen you or Edward's automail, is all." He added, louder and clearer.

I gritted my teeth angrily, "Well get used to it." I spat.

His head turned in surprise, my tone was pretty nasty. "What do you mean?" he inquired curiously.

I fingered the hem of the skirt, which matched my military jacket, as expected, "The store I get my pants from went out of business. I need to find a new place to get some blue slacks." I explained. That store was the only place that sold the military-blue that matched my military-issue jacket without actually being military issue. The pants I got there were so much better than a skirt or military issue pants. At least I have bloomers underneath my skirt.

I sighed and said my goodbyes to the subordinates and Mustang, taking my leave for the day. I left with a promise to return tomorrow, as Edward and Alphonse were returning to Tucker's place tomorrow. I preferred filing and sorting to reading in a massive library. They'll relay any information discovered to me, as I'll relay any discovered information to them. We cover more ground this way. I looked at the few papers on bio-alchemy, chimeras and the stone. There really were only a few, Ed and Al were swimming in references compared to me.

I opened the door to greet Ed and Al, and to add the new papers to my small collection from before. "Hey, guys." I said half-heartedly, flipping through the papers in my hand still.

"Hello, sister!" Al greeted cheerfully, by himself. I looked around the room for Ed, but didn't see him anywhere.

"Al, where's Ed?" I asked, still scanning the room.

"Shower." He answered simply. I nodded and flopped on my bed, combining the reference papers and re-organizing them. The door opened and closed, I presumed Ed, but I kept reading anyway.

"Hey, Li-" Edward began to say, but halted mid-name. I lifted my eyes from the words to see a shocked brother, who then morphed into an angry brother. He abandoned his greeting and shouted at me, "What the hell are you wearing?!"

I blinked in surprise, but grimaced in realization that I was still in the military skirt. "Uh, a military-issue skirt." I replied lamely, with no intention of explaining how it happened.

"Military?" Ed asked in disbelief, "More like mini! Put some pants on, instead! You're not wearing that!" he snapped, throwing his hands up in the air dramatically.

"Brother." Al tried reasoning with him.

"No. I like the skirt," I replied, "besides, I have bloomers on under, so I can still fight."

"No." Edward argued stubbornly, without any other reasons.

"Excuse me? You're not my father, you're my brother. I'll wear whatever the hell I want to." I responded, "This conversation is over, brother." I finished coldly.

Oh goodness:) I just went to post this and saw the views! 222 views, from 62 different people, from 12 different countries! I'm so happy right now, I'll try and get another chapter in before the new year!