Tigger: I apologize that this chapter is out later then I orginally intended. I was going to post it last weekend, but a wrnech was thrown in those plans.

Winry: Did someone say wrench?

Amy: She meant the figure of speech.

Winry: Oh, well mine is missing and if I don't find it soon I'll have to make Ed buy me a new one.

(Amy and Tigger sweatdrop)

Tigger: If you say so Winry.

Amy: Anyway thanks to Shadowess 88, The-Living-Shadow, Draconian Master, Fuurai, anime.storm, Wandering Hitokiri, xWeaselxWolfx, Psychotic Pyro Fairy, Miorochi, and Mei Firefor reviewing/favoriting.

Envy: And Tigger does not own Full Metal Alchemist, the pipsqueak, me, or any of the other pests in this show. All she owns is Amy and Amy's people.

Tigger: NOT YOU TOO! DIE ENVY DIE!

Ed: WHO THE HELL IS CALLING ME TINY?!

Winry: SHUT UP ED! (throws wrench)

Amy: That was a nice throw. Anyway chapter begins now.

The other soldiers looked up when they heard Al screaming. They all looked a bit startled from hearing Al scream in their office while they were cleaning but they got over the shock quickly. They immediately assessed the situation and went over to Amy. They kneeled around her in a semi circle. Riza kneeled next to Amy and felt her pulse and her forehead.

"Did she just get knocked in the head with a broom?" Havoc asked dumbfounded while staring at the unconscious girl and the broom lying on top of her.

"It appears so," Breada replied.

"But she didn't have a broom," Fuery objected.

"The only person in this room who had a broom was Ed," Havoc noted.

Breda, Havoc, Fuery, Falman, Mustang, Al and Armstrong all looked over at Ed. Ed gulped at the stares of his colleges. He didn't say anything as the men continued to stare him down.

"It slipped!" Ed objected as if it was not his fault that the broom flew out of his hands while he was waving it around and yelling at Mustang.

"You have hurt an innocent young lady," Armstrong said, "YOU MUST FACE THE CONSEQUENCES AT ONCE!"

Armstrong glared down at Ed, looking quite threatening with his dark demeanor and huge muscles. The other men glared at Edward as well.

"There's no need Major," Riza stated calmly, "Edward said it before it was an accident and Amy will be fine. She's just out cold and if we put some ice on her head the swelling will go down."

"That's a relief. So who wants to go get the ice?" a cheery voice asked.

Everyone turned around to see Colonel Hughes standing behind them and leaning into the circle to see what was going on. The people closest to him, Ed and Havoc, went as white as a sheet and backed away from the man.

"How..what," Ed stuttered confused.

"Mr. Hughes, when did you wake up?" Al asked.

"When Ed was screaming," Hughes answered, "I saw the whole thing. Now who's going to go get that ice?"

No one said anything for a second, still in shock at Hughes's sudden recovery and then decided to focus on more pressing matters. Hughes was a mystery to them. They looked at each other and then at Amy.

"I call not getting the ice," Havoc said after a moment's pause.

"I'm with him," Breda, Fuery, and Falman said.

"I can't walk," Al pointed out.

"I haven't showed you my newest pictures yet," Hughes said.

"I have to make sure the office gets cleaned," Mustang lied.

"I'LL DO IT!" Armstrong proclaimed, "ANYTHING FOR MS. KISHI!"

He said this while striking a pose. Little sparkles emerged and the others backed away. Armstrong didn't notice as he continued to pose and flex his muscles, which could now be seen quite clearly due to the fact that he had once again ripped off his shirt.

"Go right ahead Major," Mustang said eager to get the emotional man away.

"Don't hurry back," Ed muttered under his breath.

"I SHALL GO WITH THE UPMOST URGENCY!" Armstrong bellowed and ran out of the room shirtless.

The others stared after him and a few felt bad for those who encountered him in the hallways. The rest were just glad Armstrong wasn't bothering them.

"So," Havoc said after some silence, "What now?"

The others glanced around and then back at the unconscious body. What do they do now? They couldn't just leave Amy on the floor. It was morally wrong and they had to clean that area. A few of the men glanced at each other hoping the other would come up with an idea.

"Let's just put her to the side and have Al watch over her," Breda suggested, "That way we can clean up this place and not have to worry about her."

The other soldiers mulled over this idea.

"That Major said he was coming back with ice," Fuery added, "So we won't have to worry about her not getting treatment."

"All right then," Mustang said taking charge, "Havoc and Heymans, you two move Ms. Kishi to the front of the room. Hughes and Fuery, go put Al next to her. The rest of you clean up."

The men and Riza nodded and began to do what he said. Havoc grabbed Amy's arms and Breda grabbed her legs. Together they lifted her off the floor and put her near the Colonel's desk towards the front of the room. Hughes and Fuery grabbed opposite ends of Al's box and lifted it up. Mustang watched his fellow soldiers work on cleaning up the mess. How could one girl cause so many problems?

"Sir, I believe you should be in charge of sweeping," Riza said while shoving a broom into Mustang's arms.

Mustang gave her a blank look and was about to object before Riza cut him off.

"I don't think it is the best idea to have Full Metal use the broom after what just happened," she explained.

All of Mustang's objections died before they left his tongue. However, Mustang did give a huge smirk as he looked at Edward.

"Guess your right," Mustang sighed dramatically, "A broom is such a big job. Only grown ups can handle it."

Mustang grinned when he saw Ed freeze up. Ed had definitely knew what Mustang was implying. Stiffly, Ed turned to his superior officer with a look of pure hatred on his face.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SHORT THAT HE IS CONFUSED FOR A FIVE YEAR OLD!" Ed yelled at him angrily.

Mustang snickered and was about to retort, but he was cut off by a glare from Riza.

"I think we have wasted enough time," she said while fingering her gun and shooting glares at the bickering men.

Ed and Mustang glared at each other before they went back to work.

Amy's head hurt. There was a dull throbbing at the front of her skull and she had a major headache. Her body felt stiff, like she had fallen asleep on the floor, and there were some murmured voices in the background. At first Amy couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Right, I'm in the Full Metal Alchemist world," she remembered, "And I encountered Scar and now I'm with the military officers."

But that still didn't explain why her head hurt so much or why she was asleep.

"Did I fall asleep talking to Al or something?" Amy wondered.

Deciding it was time to get some answers Amy lifted her hand up to her face. She rubbed her eyes and she heard the voices around her got louder. Pulling the last of her thoughts from her sleepy mind, Amy woke up. She opened her eyes, sat up, and looked around. Immediately she regretted the action as the sudden light temporarily blinded her. She rubbed her eyes a couple of times and blinked slowly letting her eyes adjust to the light.

Amy was in the same room as before but now everything was much cleaner. Breda, Falman, Fuery, Havoc, and Ed were finishing straightening a few things. Riza was supervising the Colonel, who was wiping ink stains off the floor, while Hughes bombarded him with pictures. The look on Mustang's face made Amy pretty sure that if Mustang had his gloves then he would incinerate Hughes on the spot.

"Amy you're awake," a joyful voice said.

Amy jerked her head to the side and her head stung in protest.

"Al?" she asked gripping the sides of her head while the room spun a bit.

"I'm so glad. You were out for quite a while," Al said.

"What happened?" Amy groaned and placed a hand to her forehead.

A sting of pain went through her head and Amy realized there was a giant bump on her forehead.

"You were knocked out by a broom," Al explained.

"I was knocked out by a what?" Amy asked confused.

"A broom. Brother was yelling at the Colonel and the broom slipped out of his hand in hit you in the forehead."

"That would explain a lot," Amy said while imaging the situation.

"Yes the Major went to go get you ice," Al began, "But he never came back. I wondered what happened to him?"

Amy shrugged. She really didn't care, but some ice would be nice right now. Her head really hurt and she felt spacey. It was hard to describe but it was almost like she was daydreaming or vaguely paying attention, although all her attention was focused on Al. Amy had done a lot of stupid things in her life time, including eating a bunch of cookies right after they came out of the oven and then jumping on the trampoline for a hour; but she had never knocked herself out with a broom before. She wondered briefly if she was supposed to feel this way. Her mind felt disconnected and her eyes weren't really focusing on anything.

Suddenly Amy became aware of someone talking to her. She blinked her eyes a few times and looked at Al. He must have been the one speaking to her, but his voice sounded like buzzing in her ears. Amy blinked a few times and tried to focus on listening.

"Amy…Amy," Al's voice sounded like it was coming out of a radio that was searching for a station.

One second she could hear his voice perfectly and the next second there would be some buzzing and then she would hear his voice in a different tune. It took a minute but the radio inside Amy's head finally stopped on a station and Amy could hear Al clearly.

"Amy, are you okay?" Al was asking her, "Amy?"

"I feel dizzy," Amy admitted, "My head feels like it's going to split in two."

"Ms. Hawkeye said you would probably have some head injuries," Al told her, "She says it will clear up soon enough."

Amy nodded, the buzzing was coming back and it played like background music in her ears.

"Now what?" Amy thought.

Armstrong hadn't come back with the ice and Amy's head hurt like hell. Her symptoms didn't seem to be clearing up, but maybe it was too soon. Not to mention, Mustang had yet to give her a place to stay the night and the room was a still a mess. That last part was really her fault though. But what should Amy do now? The others had banned her from cleaning and she had nothing else to do. She may have started another conversation with Al, but noise made her head hurt even more. Maybe she could take a nap. A nap sounded nice and when Amy woke up it was possible her headache would be gone.

Usually Amy didn't sleep in public though. She didn't like the idea of being vulnerable and she liked to sleep in places with beds. Besides wouldn't it be rude to fall asleep in front of the others, especially why they were working to clean up her mess? To sleep or not to sleep, that was the question.

Amy's debate was cut off by the sound of the door slamming open. Amy winced at the sound but she, and everyone else in the room, looked at the door. Armstrong burst in and did a dramatic pose.

"DO NOT WORRY!" he shouted, Amy covered her ears at the noise, "I HAVE BROUGHT AMY SOME HELP!"

Then Armstrong stepped aside and behind were he had been, was a nurse. The nurse was a young female with black hair in a braid and big blue glasses. She wore the standard white uniform and looked scared. Her outfit looked ruffled, like someone had dragged her down the hall, (which was probably the case) and her eyes darted nervously around the room. She shied from the attention she was getting and hid her face behind a first aid kit that she was holding.

"I HAVE BROUGHT AMY MEDICAL HELP!" Armstrong shouted, announcing the obvious.

Everyone in the room stared at Armstrong. They sent him to get a pack of ice and he comes back with a nurse. Not to mention it looked like he had kidnapped the nurse and that said nurse was probably going to pass out from shock. No one moved as Armstrong struck another dramatic pose and sparkles surrounded him. Riza was the first to recover and took control of the situation. She stepped forward and cleared her throat a little.

"Thank you for your help Major," she said to him.

"It was no problem," Armstrong boasted, "I will do anything to help a lady in distress."

At this point Amy was trying as hard as she could to block out Armstrong's voice. Every time he spoke it was like someone was stabbing her head. More then anything Amy wished that he would shut up and go away. However Amy caught that last sentence and she would have rebelled loudly if her head hadn't given another painful throb.

"I am not a damsel in distress," Amy thought through the pain, "I do not need his help. He's only making it worse."

One thing Amy hated was being underestimated. She didn't like people putting her down or thinking she was beneath them. It was why she hated sexist people so much. Who cares that she was a girl? Her intelligence was just as good as any guy her age and probably better in some cases. Amy wasn't the most active person but she could run faster then most of the other girls and she had an excellent arm. She didn't need their help with a headache. The headache would pass eventually anyway. Amy Kishi was many things, but she was not a damsel in distress.

"Your effort is most appreciated," Riza told Armstrong before turning to the nurse.

"Would you mind looking at someone for us?" Riza asked her, "She got hit in the head and was out for a bit."

The nurse seemed shocked that Riza was talking to her and jumped a little bit at first. Once she recovered from shock, she nodded her head up and down quickly and hurried over to where Amy was. She stumbled a little bit before reaching Amy and then kneeled down on the ground in front of her. Al was pretending to be lifeless at the moment so as not to scare the nurse, but the nurse still looked frightfully at the giant suit of armor with spikes all over it.

"Can you please put your hands down and take off your hat?" the nurse asked timidly, afraid Amy would say no.

Amy complied. She lifted the hat off her head and was at once alerted to her hat hair. Quickly Amy tried to smooth it down and then placed her hands in her lap. Her head was still throbbing but she tried not to pay attention to it.

The nurse examined the bump on her head and brushed Amy's bangs to the side. She looked at both of Amy's eyes too.

"Do any of your limbs feel weak?" she asked.

Amy looked at her arms and legs. They felt fine to her. Only her head was bothering her.

"No," she answered.

"Do you remember what happened?" she asked again.

Amy recalled talking to Al and then looking at Ed because he had been screaming. She even remembered something flying towards her.

"Yeah," Amy replied.

"Any amnesia at all?" the nurse asked.

"I don't think so," Amy answered.

She didn't think she had amnesia. Amy could remember her family and her friends. She even knew what date it had been when she left, June 25, 2008.

"What about double vision or nausea?"

"No, I don't have any of those."

"Do you feel a bit disoriented or hear ringing in your ears?"

"I'm dizzy and it's more like a buzzing."

The nurse paled slightly and opened her first aid kit. She took out a booklet and flipped it open.

"What about a headache?" she asked.

"A really big one," Amy told her.

The nurse grew paler and began to flip through the book.

Was something wrong? Did Amy permanently damage her brain or something? It didn't feel like it though. Her head felt fine besides the painful headache and buzzing in her ears.

"What's wrong?" Riza asked.

The poor nurse almost jumped out of her skin.

"It's possible she might have a concussion," the nurse stammered, "But I can't be sure at the moment."

"OH YOUR POOR GIRL!" Armstrong yelled and leapt forward.

The nurse jumped and backed away.

"TO HAVE A CONCUSSION HOW HORRIBLE!" Armstrong cried, "YOU MUST BE IN SUCH PAIN!"

"Sir," the nurse said shyly, "Sir, you mustn't speak so loud to her."

Armstrong looked at the nurse who shrunk back.

"I mean it might hurt her being so loud and," the nurse tried to finish but seemed to lose her steam and decided instead to look at the floor.

Armstrong blinked a couple of times as he processed the information.

"YOU ARE RIGHT," Armstrong bellowed, "I SHALL BE QUIET FOR THE GIRL!"

Ed, Hughes, Falman, Breda, Fuery, and Havoc all looked at the man deadpanned. The same thought echoing through their minds "Did he just shout he was going to be quiet?"

Mustang however was pretending not to notice the behavior of his fellow coworker and instead went over to the nurse. He stopped in front of her and bent over.

"Do you need help miss?" he asked her in a charming voice while offering her hand.

The nurse turned a bright shade of red and let Mustang pull her off the floor.

"I apologize for the behavior of my coworkers," Mustang continued in a suave voice, "They are just worried about our friend."

"No, no it's quite alright," the nurse stammered out.

The others looked disgusted at Mustang's blunt flirting while Havoc had tears coming out of his eyes.

"First he takes my girl and now he flirts with another one?" Amy heard him ask.

Amy however just wished the nurse would give her some medicine so that she could move on with her life. If it wasn't bad enough with her being injured, she also had to watch Mustang flirt with the nurse who was diagnosing her. Amy just wanted to move on. There was no Philosopher's stone in Mustang's office, nor was there a portal leading back home behind one of the desks. Sighing Amy rubbed her temples. The headache was going down and the buzzing in her ears was fading. If this kept up Amy would be cured before she was diagnosed.

Riza was the first one to act on the situation.

"Sir, need I remind you that you have paperwork to do and that Amy still needs treatment and a place to stay," she told him in a calm but deadly tone.

Mustang's face became pale and he let go of the nurse's hand.

"Right well I'll leave you to treating my friend while I go do some paperwork," Mustang said and then speed walked to his desk.

The nurse blinked twice, her hands in the position Mustang had left them, and then seemed to regain herself.

"Uhmm…Anyway," she began, "She shows some symptoms of a concussion but not all of them. So it's probably best just to keep an eye on her and bring her to a hospital if anything gets worse."

Riza nodded confirming that she heard that. The nurse looked around the room uncomfortably.

"Well, I'll be going then," she said unsurely and bent over to pick up her bag.

Once it was in her hands she began to walk towards the door. She opened it and then looked back at the room. Quietly she shut the door and then a pair of footsteps could be heard running down the hall at top speed.

Everyone in the room stared at the door.

"Did she just run away?" Havoc asked to no one in particular.

"Looks like it," Breda replied.

Amy stared at the door for ten more seconds before she realized something.

"She never gave me anything to treat my injury," she said outloud.

Everyone looked at Amy and then realization dawned on their faces.

"Well that was a waste of ten minutes," Ed pointed out.

"Don't worry Amy, I'm sure you'll feel better soon," Al tried comforting Amy.

"How about I give you the Armstrong family medication," Armstrong offered, "It's been in my family for generations!"

"I could go get you some ice," Fuery said chipping in his two cents.

Or was that sens? Weren't sens equal to yens? So what was the coin currency here? Half-sens?

"Okay you know what it doesn't matter?" Amy decided mentally.

"I read somewhere that headaches go away if you massage your temples," Falman informed her.

"I'VE GOT IT!" Mustang shouted, cutting off all the noise in the room.

"You've got what sir? Another date?" Breda asked him.

"No, my schedule is full for tonight anyway," Mustang answered, "But I have a solution to our little dilemma."

"And what would that be Colonel?" Falman asked.

Mustang grinned evilly and Amy suddenly began to feel fear creeping up her spine.

"Since none of us can take her, why doesn't she stay in jail for the night?" Mustang smirked.

Amy: I hate you, Mustang.

Tigger: If it makes you feel better there is now a Whack-a-Mustang and Whack-an-Envy.

Winry: There is even a special edition Whack-an-Ed in which you use a wrench instead of a hammer.

Amy: I think I'm going to go pay that Whack-a-Mustang now.

Mustang, Ed, and Envy: DAMN YOU TIGGER!

Tigger: RIGHT BACK AT YOU! Okay folks tune in next time.