I'M SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER!!! Okay, now I don't feel guilty and I can have fun! Yeah, I got a little absorbed writhing another fanfic, and then I looked back at these old chapters and started working on rewriting them, so I was a little distracted. SORRY!!!!!

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Chapter Ten – Anger Management

Winry sat uncomfortably in her chair, her already tiny body being squeezed into the size of a toothpick, thanks to Major Armstrong. As if it wasn't already bad enough that they were traveling by train. Winry supposed that her comfort level was about equal to someone sleeping on a bed of hot rocks. There was no way that she would be doing this if she didn't think that Ed and Al might be in trouble.

Trouble. Both Ed and Al had been in trouble before, but Winry had never been so worried about them. And she had never had such a bad feeling in her gut, either. A feeling that was telling her she wouldn't find them.

And yet, she was sure they hadn't died. She was positive that she would have known if either of the Elric brothers had died. She had felt that pull very strongly on the night that Ed and Al had tried to bring their mom back. A tug telling her that something was wrong, that one or both of them was in trouble. She hadn't known what that tug was at the time, though. It had only been after years of Ed and Al constantly being in trouble that she realized that whenever she felt that tug, Ed would end up coming home with his arm or leg horribly mangled, or altogether missing.

Winry slowly pondered her feelings. She was positive that Ed and Al were at least reasonably all right, but she was also positive that she and the major wouldn't find them. She chewed thoughtfully on those two feelings for a while, wondering what they could mean, until a sudden simple idea entered her head. She craned her head up to look at Armstrong.

"Major," she asked slowly, and he turned down to look at her. "Do you think it might be possible that Ed and Al might have been kidnapped?"

Armstrong slowly thought over the idea. "I suppose so," he said thoughtfully. 'But why would someone kidnap them?"

"I don't know," Winry said softly. Then she chuckled softly, "I mean, it's not like either of them is the president or anything."

"No," Armstrong said, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "But they are rather well known for their skill with alchemy…" he trailed off, lost in thought.

"You think someone may have wanted them for their alchemy skills?" Winry asked slowly, a worried tone in her voice. Armstrong kept looking ahead, not answering the girl's question. Neither Armstrong or Winry were aware of a passenger sitting in the seat across the isle from them. A passenger with short black hair and purple eyes.

Robyn sat quietly in her seat, observing the scene before her with a confused expression on her face. First, she had no idea how she had ended up in Amestris, on the train, no less. Second, Winry and Armstrong were working together? To find the Elric brothers, who (as far as she knew) were living in a small house on Earth next door to Robyn? Robyn shook her head vigorously to try and make sense of the whole situation. She tried to get up to try and tell Winry that Ed and Al were fine, but her legs wouldn't move. Robyn glanced around her at all her surrounding. No one seemed to be taking any notice of her. Robyn tried to make contact with anyone, trying desperately to make sense of the whole thing, but no one would meet her eyes. Robyn kept looking around desperately like that for a few minutes until her eyes meet with someone else's, who winked at Robyn.

It was a young woman, not very old, but definitely not younger than twenty, at the very least. She had a rather nice face, well shaped and clear of any blemishes. Her smile had a way of warning people that she was dangerous, and yet able to lure them closer at the same time. She was wearing a long cloak with the hood pulled up over her head, covering half her face, but in a nice, attractive way. Robyn stared at the woman curiously, wondering how it seemed that only this woman was able to see her.

Robyn gasped as the woman pulled back her hood, revealing that she was none other than Lust herself, smiling at Robyn with a glint in her eyes. Their eyes connected for a minute, and Robyn recoiled in horror. Robyn quickly shut her eyes and covered them with her eyes as the train whistle blew loudly. There was something wrong with the whistle though. It was little too sharp and wasn't ringing quite right. It almost sounded like a…

A bell?

Robyn woke with a start and looked around at her surroundings. She wasn't on a train with Armstrong and Winry, she was in her Chemistry class, and the bell had just rung to signal the end of class. Robyn quickly gathered all her books up in one arm and headed towards the door. She quickly stopped for a minute and glanced back behind her. Ed was still in the classroom, talking to Mr. Duncan. Robyn couldn't hear what they were saying over the roar of the hallway, so she quietly walked over to them, taking care not to make any sudden movements that would startle Ed.

"-I don't know Edward," Mr. Duncan was saying, "I haven't heard anything about successful world crossings. I don't think scientists have even discovered that other worlds exist. Why are you so interested in the subject?" Mr. Duncan peered intently at Ed.

"I don't know," Ed said with a careless shrug. "I was just interested because it was in a lot of books, I guess." Robyn looked at Ed and noticed how expertly he held himself. To almost anyone else, he would not have cared two cents if a wild baboon jumped on your head and started doing the Hokey Pokey. But after hours of watching Fullmetal Alchemist, Robyn could notice the slight differences in how Ed held himself when he really didn't care, and how he held himself when he was hanging onto your every word. And right now, Robyn could tell that Ed was hanging onto what Mr. Duncan was saying, probably going so far as to try and memorize what he said, word for word.

Mr. Duncan laughed heartily, the sound filling up the room and bouncing across the walls. "Edward Elliott, the famous world traveler, huh? It does have a nice ring to it," Mr. Duncan said merrily. Ed grinned sheepishly, and Mr. Duncan continued in a sterner tone, "Remember Ed, fantasy books are called that because that's just what they are - a fantasy in the author's head. Now, you better go to your next class." Ed and Robyn both nodded and walked out into the hall. Once the door was safely closed behind them, Robyn burst out laughing.

"Fantasy books aren't real," Robyn said in an imitation of Mr. Duncan's voice and she laughed harder, "What does that make you, then? A figment of my imagination?" Robyn kept laughing, an Ed gave her a weak smile, but Robyn could tell he was deep in thought. She stopped laughing and looked at him. "Hey, Ed?" she asked and Ed looked up at her. "If you're interested in other world travel-" she said and was cut off by Ed.

"Of course I'm interested in other world travel!" he yelled angrily, "I come from one! You just said so yourself!"

"-then there's somewhere that you'd like," Robyn finished, ignoring Ed. "We would have to go this weekend, though. It's not around for most of the year." Both of them stopped walking and stared at a boy standing in front of them, blocking the way. He looked like he was about Ed and Robyn's age, maybe even a year younger.

"Get out of the way," Ed said angrily, motioning for the boy to step aside.

"I was wondering," the boy said with a smirk. "What's with the hoodie? Did the specialty store you get your clothes at run out of red jackets?" Ed's face turned a beautiful shade of red, but Robyn could tell it was from anger, not embarrassment. "I mean," the boy continued, "That must be the only place that sells clothes short enough for you." That was the last straw for Ed. He blew up and started yelling various curse words and insults and lunged at the boy, but Robyn quickly and expertly caught him around the waist. Ed struggled against her grip, but Robyn's bicep muscles had improved a lot from holding Ed back so much.

"And you need your girlfriend to hold you back, too," the boy said with a smirk as he watched Ed struggling. "I thought you normally hid in the bathroom crying about your mom, Robyn," the boy said triumphantly. Ed stopped struggling, and he and Robyn both stared at the boy. Ed looked back at Robyn and she held up both her hands, letting him go. Ed lunged at the boy and started punching him and kicking him with both his metal limbs. The boy was screaming for a teacher as blood started pouring out of his nose.

"Uh, Ed? You might want to-" Robyn started, but it was too late, since a teacher was standing right there. She quickly ran over and pulled Ed off the bloody mess that was once a boy.

"What were you doing?" she said as she stood Ed in front of her.

"Jerk," Ed mumbled under his breath. The teacher grabbed Ed and started dragging him down the hall.

"Come on, we're going down to the Dean's office," the teacher told him. She turned around and looked at Robyn. "Could you bring him down to the Nurse's office?" she asked. Robyn nodded meekly as the teacher disappeared around the corner. She then dragged the boy to his feet and started pulling him down the hall.

Robyn met up with Ed a little later as he was coming out of the Dean's office. He looked very angry, and his footsteps rang through the hall as he clomped down. Robyn remembered how the boy's last comment had been the one that had made Ed beat him up. The comment that was an insult to her, not Ed. Had Ed been trying to defend her?

"So what'd they give you?" Robyn asked as Ed started walking next to her. It had become a habit for them to walk together and talk a little, though Robyn was the one who did most of the talking.

"Anger Management classes," Ed scowled, "I have to go at one o'clock on Saturday." Robyn stifled a laugh and tried to look sorry for Ed. All she could think was: Anger Management classes?

Robyn stood on the Elliott doorstep early on Saturday morning, wearing her Fullmetal Alchemist sweatshirt. She knocked lightly on the door and waited a few minutes before a still very sleepy looking Ed came to the door.

"Robyn? What are you doing here?" he asked as he yawned loudly.

"Remember?" Robyn tried, "Other world travel?" she asked, and Ed perked up a little.

"Oh yeah! Maybe if we're lucky I'll miss my anger management classes!" he said brightly, and Robyn laughed.

"No way," she giggled, "In fact, that sounds so entertaining that I'm coming with you," she said, and Ed slouched. "Now go get ready," she said, nudging Ed inside. "And wear your red coat," she added thoughtfully. "The whole outfit." Ed looked at her curiously, but he went up to his room, and Robyn headed downstairs.

Al was sitting by himself in a corner, his knees curled up to his chest. Robyn looked at him sadly for a moment, remembering all the Fullmetal Alchemist things she had read or seen. For the first time, she felt like an intruder. These two were just living their lives, and she knew everything about them, down to what Ed had written in his watch.

"Hey, Al," Robyn said, and his head flicked up to look at her. "Come on, we're going on a trip," she said, motioning for him to follow her up the stairs. Al slowly got up and walked up the stairs and scrunched himself through the door.

"What kind of trip?" he asked. Robyn could hear water running upstairs as she passed underneath the arch to the kitchen. Ed was probably taking a shower.

"A trip to help you guys get home," Robyn said with a careless shrug as she opened the refrigerator. "Tell me Al, can you fry bacon?"

A few minutes later, Robyn was busy scrambling eggs, and Al was pushing bacon around in a frying pan. Robyn then reached over and grated some cheddar cheese into the eggs while Al watched her.

"You're a pretty good cook, aren't you?" Al asked as Robyn stirred the melting cheese into the eggs. Robyn frowned a little.

"Well, you kind of have to be when your only parent is never home," she said bitterly. "When mom first died, dad got totally absorbed in his work. At first it was okay, because Luke could cook pretty well. But then Luke left, and-" Robyn paused and wiped at her eyes. "I don't know. I know that my dad loves me, I just think that he doesn't really want to see me."

"That's nonsense!" Al said, and Robyn looked up at him sadly. "If your dad loves you, why wouldn't he want to see you?"

"Because I look too much like my mom," Robyn said, staring back down at the scrambled eggs. Al tried to think of something else to say when Ed walked in the room, his wet hair tied back in a loose ponytail.

"What smells so good?" he asked, and Robyn stepped back and handed him a plate. Ed ravenously piled eggs and bacon on his plate and then sat down at the table. Al dutifully sat down next to his brother to keep him company. Robyn leaned back against the stove and watched them talk. A small laugh escaped from her lips, and Ed turned around to look at her.

"What?" he asked, a piece of egg hanging off his fork, and Robyn shrugged.

"I don't know you guys just look…normal. Ed's wearing his jacket, and Al's not hiding in the basement," she said, and Ed cocked his head, but then returned back to his food.

Robyn ended up having to borrow her dad's pickup truck, since Al didn't really fit in normal sized cars. The put him in the back and kept the window open so that he could talk to them. Cold air kept blowing in the truck, but both Ed and Robyn were thinking how a little cold air was nothing compared to what he had to go through every day. Robyn ended up being elected driver, since neither Ed or Al had a driver's license. Once she saw the astonished face of a small boy peering out from a truck, but other than that, nobody seemed surprised that there was a suit of armor in the back of their truck.

It ended up taking a whole hour to get there, so that by the tie Robyn actually found a parking space, she was thoroughly chilled and Ed's hair was dry. Robyn excitedly ran towards the building anyway though, since there was a large banner on the outside that read, "Anime Convention."

"I should have known," Ed sighed as he watched Robyn run inside. "She's just dragging us here to show us off."

"You mean that there will be Fullmetal Alchemist stuff in there?" Al asked, and Ed glumly nodded his head. Al gleefully clapped his hands and ran ahead to join Robyn. "Come on, Brother!" he called back, and Ed slowly started walking forward, dragging his feet with ever step. Soon Robyn was excitedly dragging the brothers past countless stalls, pointing out how he was a ninja, him an assassin, and so on and so on. Ed looked up at the ceiling and saw tons of banners grinning down at him.

"What's a Fruits Basket?" Ed asked, pointing up at one with a large orange cat on it. Robyn looked up excitedly and was barely able to keep herself from squealing. She tried to think of a way to describe Fruits Basket to Ed.

"It's kind of like Fullmetal Alchemist, except it's completely different," she babbled.

"And that makes so much sense," Ed mumbled under his breath.

"Here it is! The FMA section!" Robyn yelled, excitedly pointing. Ed stared at the scene in front of him in astonishment. There were at least a hundred other 'Edwards' standing in front of him. All of them were wearing the same red jacket as him. He could tell that some were cheap and some were expensive though, just by their appearance. One even looked like it had been hand-sewn. Some of the people didn't have long enough hair, or even blond hair. Ed noticed a few people with dark hair wearing a military uniform, and he suddenly remembered something from the first four episodes he had seen.

"The name's Lieutenant Colonel Roy Mustang."

"Ha! I remember who Mustang is now!" he shouted triumphantly to Al. "That's Mustang!" he shouted, pointing to one of the dark haired look-alikes. Al didn't seem to notice though, since he had picked up a miniature version of himself.

"Brother! I'm an action figure!" he said gleefully, moving himself into a heroic stance. Ed sighed and rolled his eyes, and looked over to Robyn, who was looking at the items at another stall.

"Oh wow, wall scrolls!" she cried out as she examined a few tube shaped items. Ed sighed and walked off on his own to explore.

"Edward Elric look-alike contest!" An announcer cried out, "The winner will receive $100!" Ed perked up at the announcement. That would be an easy way to get money.

Robyn had wandered around by herself for almost two hours now, and was carrying a large bag of things she had bought. She had been saving her money all year for this. She and Kari had originally made plans to go together when they had first heard about it, but now that they weren't speaking to each other, Robyn had gone without her.

Robyn looked around, and for the first time seemed to realize she was alone. Both Ed and Al had wandered off while she had been busy shopping. Al was easy enough to find, his large body stuck out high above the crowd. Once Robyn had gotten to Al, the set out together to try and find Ed. Finding Ed was a lot harder than finding Al, since so many people were wearing the same jacket he was. It reminded Robyn a little too strongly of a Where's Waldo book. Robyn and Al wandered around for a while until they passed a small stage.

"And in third place, Thomas Elliott!" a man yelled into a microphone. Robyn perked up at the familiar last name.

'Hey Al, is Ed up on that stage?" she asked urgently. Al peered over the heads of the crowd.

"Uh-huh," he nodded, "he doesn't look very happy."

"Well, that's because he got third place in his own look-alike contest," Robyn said with a laugh. "Try and get his attention." Al nodded, and started waving a hand high in the air above the crowd. Ed noticed and nodded to Al, and then stubbornly crossed his hands over his chest as the announcer handed him the eleventh copy of Fullmetal Alchemist.

"A girl," Ed said angrily as he walked with Robyn and Al. "A girl won first place." Robyn tried desperately to keep herself from laughing. "What kind of idiots are they?" Ed complained bitterly. "And what time is it?"

"Nine fifteen," Robyn answered, looking at her watch. "And we don't have to go until about…eleven thirty." Ed cheered up a little bit.

"Great. Let's go get lunch," he said, making a beeline for the doors. Robyn shrugged and followed him. But one guy managed to quickly tell Al how much he loved his costume before they left.

Once they got back home, Robyn and Ed quickly dropped off Al at the Elliott's home, and then continued on to anger management classes. Ed looked like he needed anger management, since his face looked about ready to explode. It had to be a pretty rotten day for him, first losing his own look-alike contest to a girl, and now going to anger management classes.

After a very heated debate about where the class actually was, Ed and Robyn finally managed to pull into the parking lot of the building. There was a vacancy in the class, and Robyn was able to take it, much to Ed's dismay. He didn't want her around during the peak of his embarrassment.

The two of them managed to get seats next together before the teacher came in. The rest of the class was all grown-ups much older than Ed or Robyn. Then the teacher came in and explained how controlled breathing was one of the simple ways to control anger. She then told them to get in partners and practice this by trying to make their partner angry, while remaining calm themselves. Robyn turned excitedly to Ed, who looked about ready to crawl in a hole.

"I'm surprised you've gotten this far without killing someone yet," Robyn said to Ed with her chin resting in her palm.

"Of course I've gotten this far. I'm a very calm person," Ed replied coolly. Robyn couldn't stifle her giggle.

"If you're so calm, why don't you have a nice, cold glass of milk?" she asked him with a grin. Ed twitched a little, but Robyn could tell he was trying really hard not to let her get to him for once.

"If I have to have milk, you need to get a Tetanus Booster," he replied with a smirk. Now he had her. He had brought up the taboo subject of needles. Robyn twitched and went straight to her big ammunition, no longer trying to build it up.

"Pipsqueak!" she yelled at the top of her lungs.

Ed snapped and yelled back, "You're shorter than me, Runt!"

"Half-pint!"

"Midget!"

"Bean sprout!"

"Shortie!"

"Pipsqueak!"

"You said that one already!"

"I don't care!"

"Now, now," their teacher said soothingly as she rushed over to the two red-faced teens, "We need to calm down, don't we?" Ed and Robyn both huffed at each other. "I've found that one of the things that calms me down is singing," the teacher continued. Ed gave her a 'You've-got-to-be-kidding-me' look. "Sing along when you feel like it," the teacher told them. "If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands!" she sang merrily. Robyn burst out laughing, and Ed looked ready to kill someone.

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Okay, happy everyone? Yeah I know, it took me forever, sorry. I was a little brain-dead. And I've never been to an Anger Management class, so I don't know if that's how they actually work. Now, should I keep doing a bit more fluff and keep building up, or should I start right away with the serious stuff?