Iterum - again, second time, once more
(blah) : Amestrian
It had been a rather simple plan. Go back though the Gate with the Thule Society's ships and close the Gate on their side.
However, Edward Elric's plans had a tendency to go awry.
"-mit Rodney, just tell me what's going on!"
"How the hell am I supposed to know? Huge power fluxuations accompanied by black-tentacle-hand-things was NOT part of the Stargate instruction manual! I don't even kno-"
Rodney McKay, self-proclaimed smartest man in two universes, was interrupted by the Stargate suddenly turning into a giant pair of doors.
"…"
"What the fu-"
The large doors opened, cutting of Sheppard's exclamation and a small figure tumbled out. At this point, the entire population of Atlantis was either evacuated, can't be too careful, or waiting outside the Gate room with guns trained on the new arrival. Everyone was silent, either too dumbstruck or fearful to speak. Then the person got up, looked around, and then faced the massive doors. He kicked it, yelling in a language that sounded like a strange mix between German and Mandarin. ("Stupid fucking Gate! What the fuck? Where am I? Where the fuck did you take me?")
Then, quite suddenly the black arms appeared again, grabbed the small, apparently blonde, man and with a yelp of protest yanked him back inside, slamming shut and disappearing as suddenly as it had arrived.
The silence continued. The Sheppard spoke up. "That's it. I have now seen everything."
Neo watched with some unease as the swarm of Smiths poured into the alleyway, surrounding him. This fight was starting to become rather one-sided, and the constant smug remarks of 'We are your doom, Mr. Anderson' and 'Humans are such fragile things, Mr. Anderson' were starting to get really annoying.
Just as he roundhouse-kicked a Smith into several other Smiths, Neo noticed that the Smith copies had stopped fighting to stare behind him. Now that the adrenaline ebbed a little, he felt it. A huge disturbance in the Matrix code. It felt like nothing he's ever known, like it was almost… real. But that can't be right…
He turned about to see a giant wooden gate. It looked quite foreboding. Its frame seemed to be made of dark stone and it had a carving of a large eye on it. Neo glanced at the army of Smiths beside him and was at least a little mollified to see they were just as confused and disturbed as him.
Neo's eyes darted back to the gateway, which had started to open. Inside it seemed to glow and swirl with a yellow light. Suddenly, a person was hurled out of the doors with a thump. Silence reigned. The person, who looked male with blonde hair and very antiquated clothed got up and turned to look at them with the nonplussed look of someone who didn't understand and didn't want to understand. He stared for a moment and then turned to the doors, which had remained open and yelled at it in an incomprehensible language, gesturing to Neo and the Smith army behind him. ("Could you at least send me somewhere normal? What in the name of alchemy is this shit!")
The only thing Neo could think of was that the young man had pissed the gate off somehow, because rather abruptly dozens of long, black armed came out of the gate and pulled him back in. It closed behind him and then vanished without a trace.
Neo looked at the nearest Smith with a raised brow. Smith returned it. Then they shrugged and returned to their battle.
Underneath Farthen Dur, largest of the Beor Mountains, a battle was beginning. Urgals were filtering up from the tunnels below and attacking the Varden, the resistance group that had hidden in the hollow mountain for several years. Flying above the battle, the dragon Saphira and her Rider Eragon were surveying the battle.
Wait, what is that? It feels like magic, but… not. What do you think Saphira? Eragon asked.
Saphira snorted. I know not. If feels like nothing I've felt before.
The great blue dragon turned about and flew to the source of the disturbance. There beneath them, a large doorway had formed amongst the fighting. Those nearby, even the Urgals, had stopped to stare at it. The stone archway had carvings of people on it in strange, reaching postures. The thing gave off a stench of rot and despair.
Just as Saphira began to land and investigate, the huge doors opened and someone fell out. The person had very strange clothing and smelled oddly like oil and metal. As the stranger got up, Eragon could see why, his arm was made of metal.
The person, whom they could now see was male, looked about with wide eyes, and then screamed in the vague direction of the gateway in a language that sounded like the bastard child of the dwarf language and the ancient language. (I ask you to send me somewhere normal, AND YOU TAKE ME TO THE POLAR OPPOSITE OF NORMAL!) The odd man then clapped his hands and turned his metal arm into a blade.
How'd he do that, that wasn't any spell I could think of, it wasn't even using the ancient language!
One of the Urgals deiced that this human was just as much their enemy as the others and attacked him. Eragon strung his bow and prepared to shoot, but the new arrival was obviously no stranger to combat with how well he blocked and dodged. The blonde haired, metal armed man danced around the Urgal for a while, and then with a large leap he landed on the monster's head and stabbed its spinal cord, causing it to go limp.
By this time, Eragon and Saphira had landed. Eragon sent Saphira a brief mental message to continue helping the Varden while he walked over to the now bloodied man. The stranger looked up from his kill to greet him and Eragon saw that his eyes were the most unique golden color he'd ever seen. He lifted his bladed arm in front of him in a defensive gesture, but Eragon put up his hands in the universal symbol of peace. The arm lowered a little. Eragon spoke in a soft, calming tone as he would a wild animal. "I do not mean to be rude, but why are you here and what is the thing you came from?"
The golden eyed man looked confused and babbled in that strange language again. (I can't understand you, sorry.) Seeming reassured of Eragon's intentions, he clapped again and the blade became an arm again.
That defiantly wasn't magic, what was that?
Before Eragon could think of a way to communicate better with him, the blonde haired man was suddenly assaulted from behind by an Urgal spear that went all the way through what Eragon guessed to be where his left lung was. He rushed to the stranger who had fallen to his knees and was staring in shock at the spear tip protruding from his chest.
I don't think I can heal the internal organs, but I might be able to stop the bleeding.
Eragon murmured an apology in the blonde's ear, then quickly pulled out the spear, causing the man to growl what Eragon didn't need a translator to know was a curse. Reaching for the magic inside him, Eragon put his hands to the entry wound and said with some force, "Waise hiell!" The flesh began to knit together, going deep down into the muscle. He turned the man over with some protest and did the same for the exit wound. Golden eyes watched in disbelieving awe as his flesh closed up as though there was never an opening to begin with. Eragon knew that the lung was probably still damaged, but for now the man wouldn't bleed out.
He was helping up the stranger when the gateway, which he had completely forgotten in his need to help the blonde, quite suddenly yanked his patient from him and pulled him into its swirling golden depths. It slammed shut and disappeared. Eragon stared after it for a while before an Urgal who had previously been held back by fear of the gate rushed him.
Right, back to the battle.
It was a very calm, quiet night at Grimmauld Place, London. The streets were empty, the lights were off and everyone was abed, even those in the elusive #12. The silence was broken briefly by an ancient gate appearing right outside #12 Grimmauld Place and depositing a young, blonde man in bloody clothes on its doorstep.
The stranger lifted his head, looked about, and decided that right there was as good a place as any to take a nap. The gate disappeared shortly afterward, leaving him there.
A/N: First off, don't get attached to this! I don't know if I'll find the time or inclination to continue this, so don't look forward to more updates. Also, for fans of Uncomfortably Close, it's dead people. Dead. As in, will never see another update again. Ever.
The world I'm using here, if I go on with this, is gonna be a patchwork between the original FMA and Brotherhood, taking the best of both. So if some things seem sketchy, don't mind it. I'm going with the original FMA plot, if you can't tell, but some events, people and such are Brotherhood.
Hope you like it. I'll try to continue this.
