Oh geeze, it's been a while. Sorry guys, hit a bit of a wall w/ writers block, but I think I'm good now.

Ed's POV

Apparently it was too much to ask to not wake up to the too white walls of a hospital room. Even worse, they'd decided it was a good idea to leave me utterly alone and drugged up on something pretty quality.

Or at least… seeing as there wasn't any feeling in the back of my head, it had better be.

Whatever they'd decided to use, it was annoying as hell. Getting a valid thought through was a fight, and holding onto it long enough to act upon it was next to impossible by that point. All I knew was Scar was still in this world, and they didn't have a chance if he ever got loose again.

Either Bones or Booth hadn't had the smallest say in how they kept me down, or they'd been in worse condition than I had thought. At the very least I had my plan for now, I had to get the hell out of this shrinking room with its blinding, whining lights, and try to work these drugs out of my system to get some sense of reasonable thought other than this aching pain everywhere but my head and every single thing other than what I needed to be thinking about.

Actually realizing that a nurse or Booth or someone else had been dumb enough to leave clothes sitting in my room was pretty great, shrugging off the fact that it had taken several minutes to figure that out was easy enough. "I'm a state alchemist, let me make a mistake for once." The muttered words broke the stark silence of the room before it even registered that they'd come out of my mouth. For some reason I actually felt the need to defend myself against that… damn this pain medication is really screwing with my head.

"Okay, okay, Edward you've got this, let's get the hell out of the hospital before they come back with more drugs and way too many questions for it to be good." The always familiar but far too loud clap as I tried to get the right idea in my head of how I was getting out of this stupid room and onto the ground outside without anyone noticing.

The jump in time from actually standing in the over white room to looking at the perfectly resealed wall was obviously from the drugs kicking in. With the lack of new soreness from a fall anywhere it was clear I'd succeeded in making an at least manageable slide down the few stories that I traveled.

Still congratulating myself for my amazing escape from the completely unguarded hospital and holding the bundle of clothes that I'd swiped so skillfully close, I ducked into the nearest alleyway to get changed. By no means was Edward Elric going to be walking around in hospital clothes for longer than he needed too, or at least sleeping off some drugs in a tree or bench in them.

FBI Interrogation Room

Booth, still on edge, but unharmed unlike his teenage charge, stared at the man who was responsible for causing such chaos and destruction with only his bare hands. Even separated by a pane of bullet proof and one way glass the agent still felt threatened.

'Scar' was all they could call him by now, he refused to speak a single word after his fight with Ed had ended, not giving a single reaction to anything that happened. His hands were firmly handcuffed behind him, no one wanting to take a risk after they saw the damage done to the floor at the Jeffersonian.

Trying to think was impossible, especially with Bones pacing back and forth behind him and trying to figure out things for herself. There were too many questions floating out there, and no answers at all to be seen. Ed was down and out for the count; apparently he'd taken a few pretty nasty hits during that fight… or show of power between the two, whatever it had been.

On top of that, they'd been told that before they'd found him, probably before he'd been locked up Edward had come in contact with something that had messed up his immune system badly. They had yet to settle on exactly what he'd caught yet, wanting to sort it down to the exact strain if they could to help the teen recover from something affecting him far more than it should be.

Of course this only added to the fretting Temperance was doing. She had already been freaked out watching the sparks show between the kid they had only just dragged out of a pool of his own blood and some man who's eyes matched that color perfectly. Now of course she was trying to rationalize it to herself, everything from electrical surges to hallucinations caused by inhaling some spore off of the bones she'd been looking at during that time.

Booth had had enough of that, tuning her out while he tried to convince himself that 'Scar' couldn't see through the glass any more than he could shoot a bullet through it, that his beyond creepy crimson eyes only so happened to be fixed directly on him.

Thankfully, his phone rang to distract him from the would be magician or at least one hell of a good pyrotechnics staring back at him from the glass.

Unfortunately, it was with more bad news for him.

He grabbed onto Bones' wrist before just tugging her along while he listened to the rather hurried and stuttered message from the nurse who had been given the unfortunate task of calling him. She finally got out the words, letting him snap closed the phone as he now tried to find the right words to tell his partner what had happened. "Bones… Ed's disappeared… they can't find him anywhere, he's just up and vanished."

At that she was the one to start dragging him out of the building,

"Then we have to go find him."

Whoo, okay, probably sucks but you can't say I didn't try.

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