Tigger: Hello and welcome fellow members of the BOBMSSM club!

Amy: Thanks for coming to this meeting.

Ed: I think they came here for chapter.

Tigger: SHUT UP ED! They came here to learn how to get rid of Armstrong's scary sparkles.

Ed: (rolls eyes) Your being overdramatic

Tigger: Do you want a hug of doom? (Ed shutters) I didn't think so! Now be quiet whiel I tell these reviewers about our club.

Amy: All members of the BOBMSSM club get a pin and a cool red button!

Ed: What's the red button for?

Tigger: It's an emergency button. If Armstrong comes near you then you press it.

Ed: Then what happens?

Amy: A BOBMSSM SWAT team comes and rescues you.

Ed: Where did you get the money for this?

(Tigger and Amy have shifty eyes)

Tigger: It would be better if you didn't know.

Ed: What have you done now?

Amy: Thank you very much 13Lulu's, FreeCream, Wandering Hitokiri, WhiteWingAlchemist, SecretSnow, Emalee Roze, Ria442, anime.storm, Shadowess 88, The RoseBlade Ninja Alchemist, lilypop8, and Stteph. for favoriting/reviewing/joining our awesome club.

Tigger: LET'S START THE CHAPTER!

Ed: Hey wait you never answered my question!

"Hey, Al," his brother called rounding the haystack, "We got some more information on him."

"That's great brother," Al perked up instantly, "This means we're one step closer."

"I have a good feeling about this lead," Ed remarked with a grin on his face.

Al was glad for his brother. It had been such a long time since they got any valuable leads. Their last lead about Father Cornello had sounded fishy to begin with but they had gone after it anyway. It wasn't the first time things happened like they did in Reole. Colonel would give Ed a lead, they would both go after it, run into a lot of trouble, and then hit a dead-end. Sad, yes, but Ed and Al soon got over that. They realized they couldn't be upset after every wrong lead. After all the Philosopher's stone was supposed to be just a fairytale, even finding rumors about it was a sign that it might exist. Those rumors were a sign of hope for the brothers, even if Ed didn't admit it. So it was nice to see some facts after a long time of chasing gossip, especially for them.

"Uhmm...can someone tell me what's going on and possibly get me out of this box?" Amy asked nervously.

"Amy didn't sound nervous before," Al noted.

Was Amy intimidated by his brother? Or just people in general? But she had seemed so comfortable around him, was it possible that she just felt easier around Al? This idea made Al happy. People were often scared of him on first appearances. It was easy to understand why though, he was giant suit of metal armor complete with spikes. No one could feel completely at ease with him around. Once people got to know Al they often changed their minds. They realized that he was gentle soul while his brother was a ticking time-bomb. Yes, his brother was always the one attracting negative attention.

Still it was nice to know that someone saw past his outer exterior. The only others who really saw Al for the fourteen year old boy he was, were the people who knew him before the incident. Even the military members who he and Ed worked with had to get used to the idea. Yet, someone who so readily knew his secret treated him as normal.

"That's the first time this happened!" Al thought happily.

"Oh, Amy you're awake?" Ed directed his question towards Amy's box.

"Yes," Amy replied sounding a little unsure, "Can you please let me out of this box now?"

"I WOULD BE GLAD TO BE OF SERVICES MS. KISHI!" Major bellowed.

"Hi, Major Armstrong," Amy's voice sounded strained, "Nice to..uh..hear from you again."

"It is nice to hear you too, Ms. Kishi!" Major answered loudly, "NOW I SHALL ASSIST YOU AND FREE YOU FROM YOUR CURRENT PREDICTMENT!"

In one smooth motion the Major scooped Al's box up with one hand, lifted the lid off the other box, and struck a pose. From Al's position he got an aerial view of Amy's open box. She was sitting towards the center of the box with her legs to one side of her and she was looking upwards. Behind her in a corner of the box was a pile of books with her hat sitting on top. Amy herself looked a little weary and had some bandages tied around her forehead. Al could spot some bruises and cuts on her exposed arms and legs. She was wearing a different outfit from when Al had last seen her the previous night. (All he had seen of her today was the outside of her box.) Amy was wearing a white short sleeved shirt with an orange cloud on it and a pair of blue pants that ended around her knees. Her hair was also layered, giving Amy a more feminine look. When the lid was lifted off, Amy blinked a few times and squinted into the sudden sunlight.

"Good morning!" Major greeted, beaming on the girl.

Amy blinked a few more times before she looked at Armstrong. When she finally got a glimpse of him Al saw her skin color turn paler then before.

"Uh..yeah..morning," she greeted warily.

"The way you sleep it might as well be afternoon," Ed huffed, still a bit peeved at the previous day's events and the situation he was in.

Amy's scared interior melted away instantly and was replaced with anger. Apparently she had issues with Ed as well.

"Brother," Al scolded, "Be nice."

"Only stating the facts," Ed told Al smugly, "Now let's get moving."

"Moving? Wait, where are we going?" Amy's curiosity was overtaking her anger, "No one told me what's going on."

Al answered before his brother used the opportunity to add another snide comment.

"We're looking for Dr. Marcoh," he explained, "The Major spotted him at the train station in this town. So we got off there and have been asking around the village for him."

"They call him Dr. Maulo here," Ed reported, "All of the villagers rave about him being a great doctor and how there is always a flash of light before they're completely healed."

"Is it alchemy?" Al asked.

"We're pretty sure it is."

"Dr. Marcoh," Amy mumbled, "He was a part of the military right?"

The others looked dumbfounded before Armstrong replied.

"Yes, but how did you know that?"

Amy's face paled as she realized her mistake and Ed glared at her. He didn't like having to drag her around and he didn't like the fact that she knew things she shouldn't have. This slip of tongue was only proving his suspicions.

"He was in the anime," Amy blurted out aware of her situation, "I told you the manga and anime have similar parts. I watched twenty or so episodes of the anime. I don't know how much of it will come true."

"The Dr. Marcoh part came true," Ed pointed out angrily.

"Yes, but you met him under different circumstances," she continued frantically, "You were searching for Dr. Marcoh because of a lead Mustang gave you and Armstrong followed you. You guys met him but then Scar came and then military agents came. But before the military came you guys had a battle with Scar and it was the same result as the one you had yesterday. But there was no me in it and then you guys decided to visit Winry to get fixed up!"

Amy finished her speech out of breath and slightly red in the face. She watched to see their reactions with a pleading face; she wanted them to believe her. There was a silence as everyone absorbed the information she told them.

"I guess that's a good reason," Al spoke trying to be polite.

The story was ridiculous but no more ridiculous then what she had already said. Al knew Amy wasn't lying and a small portion of him trusted Amy slightly. She gave them no reason not to believe her and any reason she explained. Overall the story seemed fictional, but when one thought it over it made sense in a weird way. Ed seemed to have the same thoughts as his glare disappeared.

"I still don't trust you," Ed told Amy, whose face fell, "But Al trusts you and I trust his judgment. Don't give me reason not to."

"Does that mean he trusts me?" Amy asked herself.

Her stomach was a giant knot and Amy's heartbeat had doubled when she realized what she let slip. It was such a stupid thing to do and then she couldn't even lie about it! But Al had taken her side and so had Ed in a way. Amy felt a little happier with that thought. It meant she was one step closer to becoming friends with them. Friends with Ed and Al, her heroes! She could just imagine the number of fangirls that would gladly stab Amy for this opportunity. Hell, they would stab her any numerous amounts of time to get in her position.

"Let's go find Dr. Marcoh's house," Ed announced.

Amy looked around the outside of the box. Was she allowed to get out? She looked around the box she was housed in. Now that it was light she could actually see in there.

"Hey, my hat and some books," Amy said outloud.

Ed gave her a peculiar look.

"You didn't notice them before?" he asked.

Amy blushed not realizing that she had voiced her inner thoughts.

"It was pitch black in there," Amy said as an excuse.

Ed lifted one eyebrow to make an expression that clearly said is-that-really-the-best-excuse-you-can-come-up-with. Sadly the answer was yes. Amy really needed to work on her lying skills; one would think they would have improved after a night of lying to criminals.

"What happened to me?" Amy asked as a thought struck her, "I mean did you people go into my cell and just shove me in a box?"

"No, the Major went down there and your cellmates put you in the box along with some going away gifts," Ed explained.

"Going away gifts?" Amy repeated puzzled.

She looked around and noticed her backpack and a brown paper bag were smushed between the stack of books and the side of the crate.

"Lieutenant Hawkeye also put your backpack in there along with some letters from the Colonel," Al added.

"Indeed, the Elric boys are correct," Armstrong nodded with some sparkles around his head.

Ed and Al sweatdropped with expressions asking if Armstrong's comment was really necessary. Amy just inched farther away from the man. She was not kidding about the phobia she was developing of him.

"The books in there are the ones you need to study for your testing," Ed said.

It took a few seconds for Amy to remember what Ed was talking about.

"The test I need to take to become part of the military," she recalled.

Amy looked at the stack of books. There were seven of them. She had fourteen days to memorize seven thick textbooks of stuff she had never even heard of before.

"Aw hell," Amy thought, "It will be like midterms and finals multiplied and then squared."

An edge of panic began to settle in Amy's stomach. There was no way she had enough time to memorize all of those books. Sure she could read them, but her level of studying involved much more then reading and retaining. Few people could remember every single word they read.

"Don't think about it!" she ordered herself.

Slowly Amy took a deep breath. She would have to focus on this later when she had time. Right now she wanted to focus on Dr. Marcoh. He could be very useful especially with his Philosopher's stone in progress. Maybe in the manga he found some way to make a real Philosopher's stone and Amy wouldn't even have to study! She could go home to her family and never be chased by homicidal alchemy using mass murderers again!

"Amy if you want you can walk around now," Al suggested.

Amy gave Al a grateful look, glad that he had answered her unasked question. Using the edge of the box for support, Amy lifted herself up. The minute she placed weight on her legs a sharp pain was sent up Amy's spine. Her legs buckled beneath her and Amy was stuck with only her arms supporting her.

"It hurts! It really hurts!"

It felt like she had run ten miles and then had gotten into a fight with some large person who use her as a punching bag. Gritting her teeth, Amy placed her legs down again. The sharp pain went up her vertebrae again, but Amy ignored it. Now that she knew what to except she was going to go down. Most people would assume that since she went to such a nerdy school that no one would care about gym. However, it seemed like the teachers at her school wanted to prove that you could be smart and physically fit. Amy was used to running tons of miles, doing rock climbing, and following those activity videos. In fact her school had the best gym program in the county. So this made Amy fit, but she was unable to fight. She was really regretting never taking karate or some other form of martial arts.

Amy did a quick survey. She was used to bruises and cuts so she could brush them off. Other parts of her body screamed in pain when she moved them, but her muscles weren't sore. Meaning she could do most normal activities as long as she avoided the pain areas. Satisfied with this analysis, Amy grabbed her hat and put it on her head. Then she lifted one leg over the crate and landed on the other side. Her legs tingled slightly but Amy paid them no mind.

Armstrong placed the lid on her box and placed Al on top. Ed motioned for them to start moving and Amy followed him silently. No one spoke as they walked towards the main part of the village. Ed and Armstrong walked side by side but Amy was slightly behind. It hurt to keep up with Armstrong's pace and she had no desire to be any closer to the man then she needed to be. The four of them entered the town and headed town one of the less used roads. Amy admired the old styled stone buildings while Armstrong asked a boy which way they needed to go.

The silence that had fallen on the group meant that everyone had time to think. Amy was trying to keep her thoughts away from the test and focused more on what people had given her. Obviously the Colonel's letters were probably her citizenship papers, her cover story, and most likely some instructions of what she should do after they finish up with Winry's. But what had the cell mates given her? And how could they fork her over to Major Armstrong so willingly? They had seen how she reacted when he came by the cell and yet they just gave her to him.

Amy sighed. They most likely had no choice. Besides it was probably amusing to them.

"Why does everyone enjoy seeing me in pain?" Amy wondered.

"That young man said to continue down this road and make a right at the next turn," Armstrong announced when he rejoined the group, "He said that Dr. Marcoh's house had a sign in front of it, so we'll recognize it."

Ed nodded and they began to walk away from the boy and down the road.

"So he took a false name and hid in this village," Ed spoke as they rounded the corner, "But why did he run away?"

Amy, Al, and Ed looked at Armstrong for an answer. The Major however stopped.

"This is it," he announced in all seriousness.

Ed didn't say anything as he stared at the house which could have the answers he was searching for. Armstrong lifted Al up and put him on his shoulder. They were going to leave the crates outside.

"I heard," Armstrong responded while climbing the steps, "When the Dr. disappeared that some important files also went missing. A rumor spread saying that the Dr. took them. That's why he ran off. He might have thought we were agents coming to get him."

"Makes sense," Amy thought as she climbed the last step and joined everyone else on the small flat area in front of the door.

"Still I have the feeling I'm forgetting something," she speculated, there was pause in Amy's thinking and then, "I think I just jinxed myself."

Ed knocked on the wooden door, when no one answered he pushed it open slightly.

"Hel," he started but then the color drained from his face, "lo."

A large bang came from the doorway as Ed and the Major jumped out of the way. Amy also jumped but out of fear instead of need to dodge a bullet.

"Frick," Amy cursed, "Now I remember! He has a freaking gun!"

Dr. Marcoh stood in the doorway with his gun facing the group. Amy didn't move as she watched the old man's fingers on the trigger. Her heart was beating frantically and more then anything she wanted to run away screaming, but fear kept her glued to the spot.

Tigger: Hey reviewers you seemed to like my story with my sister so much I figured I give you another story about my life. So here it goes:

(Tigger is walking. She stops in front of a bus and gets on. She pays bus driver and looks around. There are no seats in the front.)

Tigger: Oh come on.

(Tigger begins to walk down aisle.)

Tigger: No seats. No seats. No seats.

(Tigger reaches the back of the bus)

Tigger: Aha! A seat!

(Takes seat and notices people staring.)

Tigger: What?

(People turn away and Tigger looks out the window. Suddenly the bus starts going backwards. Tigger looks out the back bus window and notices that there is another bus behind them.)

Tigger: Hey! There's another

(Tigger's bus hits the front of the other bus.)

Tigger: Gah! (goes flying out of seat)

Other people on bus: What's going on? Did we just hit another bus?

(Bus driver looks scared he hits the gas)

Tigger: (is getting up) Ow! What the!

(Bus shoots forward and Tigger bangs the seat in front of her.)

Tigger: Ow! You know what I'm going to stay on the floor.