Tigger: I is bored!

Ed: Why the hell do I keep getting stuck in before the chapter with you?

Tigger: (shrugs) I is bored.

Ed: THAT'S NOT AN ANSWER.

Tigger: Fine fine go bother your brother. There's a door over there. (A door magically appears behind Ed)

Ed: (Looks at the door suspicously) How can I trust you?

Tigger: Believe it or not I care about your health.

Ed: Why do I doubt that?

Tigger: If you die the series dies and my fanfic dies. Therefore you must live for me to have my fanfic. Now hurry up I don't like that door there.

Ed: (looks at Tigger suspicously) You still don't own FullMetal Alchemist or any of its characters! (quickly opens door and jumps through)

Tigger: I HATE YOU ED! (door slams shut) I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE!

Ed: TIGGER!

Tigger: 0.0 That came rather quickly. What did I do now?

Amy felt in her element right now. She knew these answers, she knew them. Well most of them. She moved along at a steady pace answering the ones she knew right away first. Then she did the ones that needed a bit more thought or time. Finally she completed the more difficult ones or attempted to answer the few she had no answer for, making sure to see if there were any clues for the answer in the rest of the test.

The panicky feeling was still in her stomach but Amy was used to that. She always felt nervous when she took a test. It was part of the reason she was so efficient when under pressure. She triple checked answers sometimes. There was no way she was going to mess up on this test. Her hopes and future counted on a good score.

Her pencil flew across the pages, filling them with answers. Her wrist was burning but she ignored it in order to finish the test. She was almost done. So close. So very close.

"1782. Brigadier General. State alchemists. Expanded borders."

Her mind was racing as problem after problem had to be completed. She could do this. She could do this. Come on when was the Headquarters in the South established? She knew this. It was on page six of her packet after the fourth bullet point. Amy grabbed her hair in frustration. Come on. Come on. Oh! That was it!

Ten more. Nine more. Eight more. Seven more. Six more. Five more. She was almost there. Four more. Three more. She was so close. Two more. She could taste the end. One more. Done!

Smiling Amy dropped her pencil and began to massage her wrist. Her mind felt sort of numb as she left the world of paper and pen and came down to reality.

"Time's up," Furher Bradley stated while swiping the test from Amy.

Amy jumped, she had forgotten the man was there. Her nerves, which were gone for all of thirty seconds, came rushing back as she watched the Furher flip through her test. A heavy silence fell on the room and Amy could hear her heartbeat in her ears. How did she do? They were right, right? Oh no what if she flunked? She knew she should have put B for problem twenty-five. Oh no, just how bad did she screw up? The Furher's face was expressionless as he examined her hard work.

"Okay," Furher Bradley smiled tossing the paper behind him.

It landed in one of his guards' arms; the guard sighed in relief and then disappeared out of Amy's sight.

"Time for the interview," the Furher announced happily.

"What now? Here?" Amy asked panicky.

But she hadn't prepared. She had spent all of her time studying for the test! What was she supposed to say? What was she supposed to do? Was she going to have to lie her way through this thing? What if they saw through her act? What then? What would they do to her? Would they keep her here? Lock her up and perform experiments? Ask her to tell all of the future inventions so they could make them? She was so going to screw up the storyline if that happened!

"Why not?" The Furher questioned.

He seemed happy on the outside but Amy could detect that she really wasn't supposed to go against his judgment. She was messing up before the interview! Number one rule in her books was to obey her superiors. The number one thing in the military was following orders! And here she was breaking that rule before she even entered! God damn it! Amy knew she was too out there for this! She couldn't run miles on end or even touch a gun! Why would they hire her? Why hire the anime nerd? She was beyond screwed!

"I'm sorry," she apologized quickly.

The Furher nodded showing that he accepted her apology.

"Why did you decide to join the military?" he questioned seriously.

Amy fidgeted uncomfortably in her seat. Time for the lying to begin.

"I hope they believe me," Amy prayed, "Whatever God or Goddess feels like helping me right now I swear I'll become a member of your religion. Just please don't let me flunk."

"My family died," Amy began, "I've never left my hometown before and my guardian decided it would be better for me to see the world. I wanted to see this country."

"Why the military? Couldn't you have gotten a job at a traveling circus or something?"

Amy's nerves picked up on something. The Furher was suspicious. Suspicious of her and her cover story.

"Got to make him believe me! How the hell am I supposed to do that? Damn Gods not being helpful."

Butterflies exploded in her organs and her heart was now going so fast Amy thought it would pop out of her chest. She could feel the sweat forming on her neck and fingers. Her fingers twitched nervously under the desk and her toes scrunched up in her shoes.

"Lie to him. Lie to him. Make him believe me. Sound truthful. I have to believe my own story. This is no longer a cover story. This is my life. As long as I live here I am an orphan. Not acting. This has to be me."

Amy took a deep breathe and closed her eyes for a second. She tried to imagine what it was like to be this version of Amy Kishi. A girl who had just lost everything important to her. It was sad. She felt lonely. She was looking for closure. A reason to keep living day to day. A way to begin again without forgetting the ones I loved. Yet deep down I still clung onto the hope that they were out there waiting for me.

"I wanted to fight for the country that my parents loved so much," Amy spoke, "I want to begin again. I want to make others lives better. It's what I decided to do now. My reason to live day to day."

"Yet you didn't want to go to the academy. You're young, you have all the time in the world, why not go?"

"I'm young so therefore I am impatient. I won't wait for the future to come to me, I'll go to it. The Full Metal Alchemist joined at the age of twelve," Amy pointed out.

"Yes, you have been sighted with the Elric brothers before," the Furher told her raising an eyebrow.

He was expecting her to give a plausible explanation. What reason would she have with the Elric brothers? Did the Furher know that they were searching for the Philosopher's Stone? If he did then he would want to know why Amy was looking for it. Maybe he thought she was planning to bring back the dead.

"They are my first friends," Amy confessed, "The few people I have learned to trust since the accident."

"Do you know alchemy?"

"I know the theories and the rules but I lack knowledge of how to perform it."

"Why should you become a soldier? Why should I allow you to travel around the country as a scout?"

Why should she be allowed to become a scout? There were others more versed in being a soldier and a scout then Amy was. So why let the inexperienced girl handle such important matters? Why? What were some good traits about her? Well she could read, write, and had a better education then most people in this era. Were those good enough reasons to hire her? She had to try though. All or nothing.

"I have a good memory and observation skills," Amy spoke, "I am well educated so I can use my knowledge to predict what are possible outcomes in areas. No one will suspect a teenage girl to work for the military so it will be the perfect cover. Plus since I did not attend the academy, I can even get information on other soldiers who may be abusing their power."

"What do you mean predict the future?"

"History repeats itself. If you know the reasons for events in the past then you figure out what not to do in the future."

"An interesting point."

Amy nodded but did not let any other signs of emotion out. Maybe she wasn't such a bad liar after all. Furher Bradley couldn't even tell how scared she was on the inside. Could she pull this off?

"What would you do if someone held a gun to you head?" the Furher asked in upmost seriousness.

"Who's holding the gun?"

"Does it matter?"

"Everything matters. Who's holding it, why brand it is, where I am, the people around me, and the reason for holding a gun. Without these I can't act. What if in you're actually referring to one of the military holding a gun? My answer wouldn't be the same as a robber holding a gun."

"You are a bright child."

"Thank you," Amy blushed at the compliment.

"Tell me who taught you? You never left your town before, so did you go to school there?" the Furher asked sincerely.

Warning signals went off in her brain. No one in Auntie Senile's town would know who she was and if the Furher asked a few questions then it was all over.

"I was homeschooled by my parents," Amy answered with care, "I never left the forest really."

"I see. Why did your parents leave their country? Educated people are valuable."

"I don't know all the reasons because my parents didn't want to go back there. But they said it was because they didn't like the government there."

"I see. What country are you from?"

"I don't know what it's called in your language but it's called Gaul where I come from."

Gaul was the name of France before it was France. Amy thought it was fitting because she was speaking French as her 'native' language.

"I see," was all the Furher said.

Did she say something wrong? Amy thought she had been doing rather well. Oh no. What if it was something she said? Did the Furher know that she was faking? But how would he? She was speaking in another language! Wait did he know French? Or this world's version of French? What would it be called anyway? So very frustrating.

"I will be going to talk with my council," the Furher explained, "When I come back, I'll tell you whether you passed or not."

Wait she would get the results today? Was that a good thing or a bad thing? On one end she wouldn't worry herself silly until she got the answers. She could also go help Ed and Al right away, but she usually stopped worrying about tests an hour afterwards. Then she would worry again when teachers handed it back, but besides that she forget the test even existed. So would it be better to know right away? Then she could have her results right away and move on with her life. But now she could only worry until she got it back. How did she do? She was unsure about that one question and a few had been iffy. What would she do if she didn't pass?

"Yes, sir," Amy managed to salute.

The Furher and his guards left the room, leaving Amy all alone with her nerves.

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Furher Bradley strolled to his office with guards surrounding him. He kept his back straight and rigid while his hands stayed stiffly at his sides. His eyes observed all those around him. His fellow officers and his people. Humans were such idiots some times. They openly trusted him, never questioning anything he did. They didn't even notice that he didn't appear in public until his wonderful conquests as a military personal. Although they would probably never guess that he had spent every moment since he was born being trained for this position along with many others who were no longer on this earth. His expression was stern not letting one thought slip past his guard.

He reached his office with brisk strides and nodded to his soldiers, signaling for them to stay put outside the doors. Once inside the dark room he made sure the door was soundly shut. Before he came to office he had made sure that it was sound proof. Father would not like if his plans were overheard. Walking over to his desk he waited until the others showed up.

"It's been a long time," a smooth womanly voice came from the corner of the room.

"Lust," Bradley acknowledged.

"Wrath," Lust taunted.

"How did your mission go?" Bradley asked.

"The FullMetal Alchemist and his brother came close," Lust informed him, "But I led them off track."

"You could have warned me before you burned down the library," Bradley reprimanded, "One of my soldiers could have seen you."

"I would have taken care of it," Lust smirked.

"I need these men if we plan to fulfill Father's plan," Bradley spoke sternly.

"One or two men won't matter," Lust continued, "I also ran into an old friend's of ours. He didn't want to meet us though, so sad."

Bradley raised his eyebrows.

"You must remember him. He was an alchemist, one of the leaders in the Philosopher stone research, and a sacrifice."

"Marcoh," Bradley stated.

"Yes, I thought you would remember him."

"I thought he had to be dead to be able to escape us."

"Oh no, he was just using that big brain of his to hide out in a small town under a different name."

"I see."

"I did spot something else interesting," Lust told him, "There was a girl traveling with them, dresses like a boy."

"Amy Kishi?"

"Hmm, yes. She went with them to Marcoh's. No doubt she knows about the Philosopher's stone too."

"Did they ever mention a reason for her travelling with them?"

"No, she's been with them since East City. According to the reports she ran into Scar with them."

"Why would a girl like her be looking for the Philosopher's stone?"

"Wanting to bring her family back to life? Heard they're all dead."

"That's what the file said," Bradley informed her.

"Want me to go check it out?" Lust asked.

Bradley shook his head.

"Scar is still a threat. I will deal with this girl myself. If she becomes a threat I will eliminate her."

"Don't forget to tell Father."

"I won't."

"Well then I'll be seeing you, I have to go back to East City now."

Bradley nodded as Lust disappeared.

"Are you sure you can handle this?" another voice asked from behind the walls.

"It's one girl," Furher stated, "Besides she could be useful."

"What makes you say that?" the voice questioned.

"She got a 99 on a test that fails half the soldiers in the military academy," he explained while lifting the exam paper off the desk.

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Amy was twisting her hands nervously. She had not moved from her seat in fear that that Furher would come back and see her pacing. Her palms were sweaty and her stomach was bubbling. Thoughts raced through her head so fast she could barely comprehend what ran through her head. Every time she heard footsteps she would jump and look at the door anxiously. After fifteen minutes she began to wonder if the Furher had forgotten her.

"Stop thinking cliché thoughts," Amy berated herself, "He'll come and give an answer. Worry about the answer."

Despite what she told herself, her thoughts continued to betray herself. Finally three sets of footsteps reached her ears. Her heart beat nervously and made a pounding sound in her ears. Each footstep seemed to echo loudly. The door creaked upon and Amy's breath hitched.

"How are you doing, Ms. Kishi?" the Furher asked her with a pleasant smile on his face.

"Good," Amy managed to choke out.

Did she pass? Was she part of the Amestrain military? Would she really travel around with Ed and Al? Her heart went into triple time. The adventure of a lifetime with fictional characters. Winry, Ed, Al, alchemy, automail, bad guys, good guys. Her stomach curled in anticipation. She had studied long and hard, but was it enough? She did not fancy the idea of going to military school. Would she really become a scout? A girl in a mostly all boy profession? She wasn't anything special. Did she even deserve being able to test for such a spot? There were others probably more acceptable for the job. But she really needed this job. Truly needed it.

"As Furher I would like to formally welcome you to the military as the youngest female officer in the history of this country."

(Tigger is staring at the door and Amy and Al walk up)

Amy: Tigger what have you done now?

Tigger: I did nothing. The door has a mind of its own!

Al: Why do I doubt that?

Tigger: Cause I can't open it.

Al: Let me try. (Al walks over to the door and tries to pull it open but it won't budge)

Amy: Wow your telling the truth.

Tigger: Why does everyone assume I'm lying? T-T But not to worry I called in an expert!

Al: Who?

(Winry suddenly appears)

Winry: Hi Al. Hi Amy. What's going on?

Al: Well you see...

Tigger: ED BROKE YOUR AUTOMAIL AND IS HIDING IN THAT CLOSET!

(silence)

Winry: EDWARD ELRIC I AM GOING TO KILL YOU! (she breaks through door with her wrench)

Tigger: See problem solved.