So, yeah, that last chappie took about a week and my phone decided to play "Monster" by Skillet while I was in the middle of writing that last part. AGH! I THOUGHT LILLIAN WAS COMING TO GET ME! DA FUK! Anywhosals, sorry for the cliffie, and here's the chapter.

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When I open my eyes, light harshly cuts into my extremely sensitive face. I wince, squeezing my eyes shut. The light penetrates into my eyelids. I wait for my face to become accustomed to the light before cracking my eyes open. Everything's really blurry. I sit up and blink several times before I can finally understand what exactly I'm looking at.

I'm laying on a maroon colored couch that's facing an annoying large window. Glaring at said window, I grumble and swing my feet over the edge of the couch. The moment my feet touch the floor, I recoil and nearly hiss at the shock of cold that shoots up my legs. I then notice that I'm not even wearing socks at the moment. I shiver, hating the fact that I decided to wear shorts to bed. 'Wait a minute….' I glance around the room. 'When the hell did I go to bed?'

Bewildered, I pull the blanket that I had been resting under over my shoulders. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to remember what the hell had happened. 'I got mad at Ed… then I ran off… and then...' I shiver, deciding that I didn't want to remember THAT part. 'I passed out… but then what?' I struggled to recall something, ANYTHING, that might clue me in on what had happened. 'Have I been kidnapped?!' Slightly terrified of that idea, I pull the blanket closer, eyes widening. "Oh, Lisa! You're awake!" The excited voice makes me spin around. Ed and Al are sitting at a table piled high with books. Ed sits, completely immersed in his book, scribbling things down. Al's looking at me, holding a book. I let out a relieved sigh. "Hey Al." Al sets down his book and walks over. "Are you alright?" I shrug and sniffle. "I dunno. All I remember is running off and then…. nothing." I do a little jazz hands thing as I say the last word. Al pats my shoulder.

"After you ran off, brother went after you." My face must've shown my surprise because Al giggled. "Yeah, surprised me too. But he went after you. Lieutenant Ross went with him. Me and Sergeant Brosh brought the books back here." I nod. "Speaking of which, where are our escorts?" I glance around again. "They're out in the hallway, playing bodyguard." Al and I glance over to see Ed waving a hand around as he talks. I chuckle and lean over the back of the couch. "Alright, so let's hear it blondie. How was playing my knight in shining armor?" I ask teasingly. He ducks his head behind the book, but not before I see his entire face turn red. He grumbles to himself as Al and I start laughing. "Enough joking around!" Ed snaps, sitting up to glare at us. "If you're going to help us, fine. If not, go bother Ross." I glare back at him. Al sighs and pats my shoulder again. "Lisa you should rest. You can help us later, ok?" I sigh and grumble. "I guess so…" Al giggles before going back to help Ed. I flop back onto the couch.

…...SEVERAL HOURS LATER…

"Uuuuggggghhhhhh…." I groan, flopped on my stomach with one hand hanging over the edge of the couch. "Mmmmmmeeeeeeehhhhhhhhh." I flop onto my back and sigh. "Guuuuyyyyysssss…. I think I'm dyinnnngggggg." "GOOD!" snaps Ed, slamming his book shut to rub his temples, growling. "What's wrong?" asks Al, sounding genuinely concerned. "I'm dyyyyyyiiiinnnngggggggg." I repeat. "What are you dying of?" Ed grumbles. "My stomach is attempting to devour meeeeeeeee." I groan and fling my arm over my stomach. "If you're hungry, go down to the cafe in the lobby." Al suggests. Just as I start to get up, an extremely loud growl sounds. I spin around to see Al staring at Ed, who's whole face is redder than his coat. I crack a grin and lean my hand on my hip. "You wanna come with me, Ed?" I tease. He grumbles unhappily and fiddles with his shirt sleeve. Al laughs. "Go on brother. I'll work on decoding the notes some more. You need to eat." Ed frowns. "I can go awhile without food." He insists.

Knowing that, if I don't intervene, I'll probably stand here for HOURS waiting for Al to convince Ed to go eat, I walk over to the coat rack and fling Ed's coat over my shoulders. It still weirds me out that his coat fits on me. 'Am I really that small?' "Yo, Ed!" I say as I saunter out the door. "I'm taking your coat." I feel something hard hit my hip. I reach into the pocket to find Ed's pocket watch. I smirk and hold it by the chain. "And I'll take this. Who knows? I might go and buy some souvenirs." "HEY! GIVE THAT BACK!" Ed jumps up and I race down the hall. I'm faintly aware that Ross is yelling down the hall after us as we run down the hallway and down the stairs. I don't know what she yelled, I honestly don't care. I jump down the last step and duck into a corner, waiting for Ed to come down. And here he comes, flying down the stairs: *THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP* Just as I hear him round the corner, I fling my arm out.

*WHAM*

I immediately bring it to my chest, cradling my now red and throbbing arm. "WHY DID I THINK THAT WAS A GOOD IDEA?!" I shout, dramatically dropping to one knee. Ed's on the ground, curled up, probably cradling a broken nose. He jumps to his feet, glaring at me and, as I thought, cradling his nose with his flesh hand. "THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!" He demands, his face slowly turning red from the nose outwards. "I DON'T KNOW!" I shout back, honestly wishing I'd thought that whole thing out, knowing that I'd never do that, even if my life depended on it. Someday it will, but, meh.

"YOU COULD HAVE BROKEN MY NOSE!" He yells, jabbing my shoulder. "WAit, I didn't?!" I gasp. "I thought that would've broke it, as much as it hurt my arm. Speaking of which, OW! DID YOU FUCKING BITE ME?!" I fling my arm up in his face. "NO! WHY THE HELL WOULD I DO THAT?!" He yells back, shoving my arm from his face."I DON'T KNOW! IT FEELS LIKE YOU BIT ME!" "WELL I DIDN'T!" "YOU TOTALLY DID!" I point a finger at him accusingly. He shoves my hand away. "DID NOT!" He shouts, stepping closer to my face. "DID TOO!" I growl and step closer.

"DID NOT!"

"DID TOO!"

"DID NOT!"

"DID TOO!"

"DID NOT!"

"DID TOO!"

"BOTH OF YOU BE QUIET!" We both wince and spin around to see Ross standing at the foot of the stairs, arms crossed and giving us a glare that is astonishingly close to the glare my mom would give when me and my siblings fought. She sighs angrily. "Honestly, you two! Ed, you are military officer, start acting like it!" I grin and stick my tongue out at Ed. "And Lisa!" I yelp and turn back towards Ross. "You are a young woman. You could stand to act like it once in awhile!" Now Ed smirks and sticks his tongue at me. I glare at him while somehow resisting the urge to pluck him in the forehead. Ross sighs and waves us off. "Go get something to eat." I grin and dash out the front doors, Ed hot on my tail. "BE BACK BEfore dark!"

About a block away from the library, I slow down to a walk so Ed can catch up. Once he's walking next to me, he snatches both his coat and his watch. I grin as he puts his coat on and sticks his watch into his pocket. "So, you've been here a thousand times before. Where's a good place to get some grub?" He sighs and puts his hands behind his head. "First off, don't take my watch unless you ask or I say so." He glares at my mischievous grin. "Second, I've only ever been to this part of town a few times." I sigh. "Well, ok. First one, don't hold your breath on that." He sighs as I laugh. "Second one, that's more times than me. SO!" I clap my hands together. "Let's pick a random restaurant and see what they got!" "We could get a cab and head to some of the cafes closer to HQ." He points out. I spin on my heels and gasp, all sparkly eyed and stuff. "OOOOOOO LET'S TAKE A CAB! I'VE NEVER BEEN IN A CAB BEFORE!" Ed steps back some before nodding uneasily. "Ooooookaaaayyyy…. Guess we're taking a cab."

-5 minutes later-

"YO! HEY! YEAH YOU, IN THE CAB! HEY! PULL OVER! I'M TRYING TO WAVE YOU FUCKERS DOWN! HEEEYYYYYYY!" I scream at the top of my lungs, continuing to run up and down the edge of the sidewalk. Ed sighs and shakes his head, waving one hand, thumb up, attempting to signal one of the cabs. "HEEEYYYYYY!" I shout again, chasing one cab to the curb. The driver speeds off. I stop, leaning on my knees, gasping for air. "Uh...ugh.. I didn't...think it'd be… this hard…" I wipe the back of my hand across my forehead, flicking some sweat off. "Whew…" I stand back up and glance around. "One of these assholes better pull over, or we're going back to the room to eat…." I sigh and slouch over, that weird face Ed made when he was talking about taking the stone from Marcoh taking over my face. "I really wanted to have some real food. Not that stuff I poof up. It's never all that yummy…"

Just as I turn to tell Ed how defeated I feel, I hear a honk. I spin around, eyes wide with surprise, as a cab pulls up. The driver leans out the window, looking WAAAAYYY to much like an extremely tan brunette Havoc. My jaw nearly hits the floor as he drops his cigarette to the ground and squishes it out with his foot. 'I take it back… There is no way this guy could be anything like Havoc.' "Hey, kid. I saw you running around. Need a cab?" I grin and nod eagerly. I look over my shoulder and yell. "Hey Ed! I got us a cab! Come on!" Without waiting on his lazy butt, I climb into the cab. I scoot over as Ed makes his way through the lunch crowd and to the cab. He shuts the door and leans forward to look over the driver's seat shoulder. "What'd she do? Jump on the hood?" I gasp and punch Ed's right arm. "HEY!" I yelp and shake my now throbbing hand. Ed snickers at my evident pain. I scowl at him. The driver leans over the seat and eyes us. "So, where you two headed? Off to see your parents or you going off on a date?" "I'M NOT A LITTLE KID!" "WE'RE NOT A COUPLE!" He laughs at our outbursts. "Alright, alright. Now then, where to?" Ed grumbles for a moment before he starts naming off where ever it is the resturants are at.

"-and then drop us off at the corner of Main and Bradley street." I immediately sit up. "Wait a minute. Did you just say Bradley street?" Ed and the driver shoot me the same incredulous look. "You've never heard of Bradley street?" says the driver. I frown. "This is only my 2nd time in Central. But that's not the point. There's a STREET named after the Fuhrer?!" Ed nods. "Yeah, there's one street named after every Fuhrer." "But you guys know that Fuher means king right? And the Fuher's first name is King?" "Yeah, so?" Ed raises his eyebrow. "So!" I throw my arms up. "That means he's King King Bradley!" I point out, rather loudly "So?" I sigh and cross my arms. "That's really weird. I mean, who names their kid King?!" "Apparently the Fuher's parents." Jokes the driver. Ed rolls his eyes as I laugh at the driver's little jab.

A few minutes of me and the driver idly chatting about random things pass, from the weather, to what restaurant he recommends, to what it's like out in the country. I found out that his name is David Johnston and he lives in a small apartment near the place he works at. He's unmarried but is dating a really pretty girl he met at a party a few weeks back and he's planning on asking her to marry him when he has the money to support her. All in all, a rather normal and interesting guy. I told him my name and how we're here to do some military work. Of course, then he starts asking if I'm in the military but I had to explain to him how Ed's a state alchemist. Of course, then he just HAD to say how Ed looks too young to be a state alchemist. Ed blew up and I had to hit him with my favorite weapon: a frying pan*. (Ah, back in the good ole days.)

We pull into an exceptionally busy street, which turns out to be Bradley Street. Eh, nothing special. Dave drops us off and calls a good bye as we head into the throng of people on the sidewalk. We walk around for awhile, me bothering Ed about what certain places are that I hadn't noticed the last time we were here, and Ed answering as many questions as he can. Like this:

"Hey what's that building?"

"That's the State Courthouse."

"And that building?"

"That's the Military Police HQ."

'You mean the Bitch Patrol?'**

"Shut up Lillian." I grumble."What?" asks Ed. I turn back to him, smiling nervously. "Heh heh, nothing, nothing at all, just talking to myself." He rolls his eyes again. "You are the strangest person I've ever met." I put my fists on my hips. "I pride myself on being the strangest person out there!" Ed sighs and stops outside a cafe. "C'mon, this is a pretty good place to get something to eat." I grin and skip after him, ignoring the looks I know I'm getting.

We claim one of the tables just outside the cafe. I plop down into my seat, which turn out to spin around, and pick up the menu, swiveling back and forth. "Hmmm…" I glance it up and down. This isn't a whole lot different than, say, the menu at a Steak and Shake, except it doesn't have any shakes. "Aww, that sucks…" I grumble. "What now?" asks Ed. I shrug. "Nothing, nothing." I wave my hand in the air by my head.

After glancing the menu over a few times, Ed waves down one of the waitresses. "Howdy do, my name is Wendy Lu and Ah'll be yur waitress this afternoon. What can Ah get yall today?" She says in an accent not that different from AppleJack. I can't help but wonder if she meant to rhyme that much in one sentence. "I'll have the grilled chicken sandwich, side of potato wedges, and a lemonade." I tell her politely. Ed ends up ordering about half the menu. (Not going over that.) Wendy nods and sashays back into the building. I roll my eyes. "Ugh, people…" Ed raises an eyebrow at me curiously. "She just sashayed away, Ed. She SA-SHAYED. I hate that SO. MUCH." I flop back into my seat with a sigh, my head hanging over the back and swivel back and forth.

Wendy brings us our drinks and tells us the food will be ready in a few minutes before going off to take the order of someone else.I sigh lean my elbows on the table.

"So…. how goes the studying?" I ask.

Ed looks at me confused. "What?" I sigh. "I asked, how goes the studying?" He blinks at me and I roll my eyes. "I am attempting to make casual conversation. Or has your head been in a book so long you forgot how to do that?" He frowns and sighs. "I don't know how long it's going to take, but we're making progress." I nod and sip my drink. "That's good news." I'm keeping my voice even, but my chest is doing that thing where it hurts from trying to hide what it is that they'll find out. 'Oooooo, I wanna tell him SO BAD, but I can't or it'll mess everything up! AND he'll get mad at me!' He shakes his head. "You don't sound all that excited about it." 'OOOHHHH SHHHHIIIIIAAAAATTTT*!' I shrug. "Eh, I've never really been interested in science so…" Ed shrugs and sips his soda… or whatever he got. "If you're going to help us, you better start, or you're not going to like hanging around us." He smirks, an evil glint in his eye. "I might just drop you off with the Colonel." I laugh. "Oh yeah, like he'd want to deal with me!" Ed laughs, like really laughs. This is probably the first time I've seen him laugh and not have some worry floating in his mind. I like this Ed alot better than the one who is constantly glaring at me. "Yeah, I'd love to see that. Lock you two in a room and see how long it takes for you to drive him crazy!" I grin and laugh. This is the first legit conversation I've had with Ed and it feels awesome. We continue joking around for 5 minutes before Wendy returns with our food. She's got two other waitresses behind her, carrying the rest of Ed's food.

She looks kind of annoyed with Ed's extremely long order.

After she leaves, I point it out to Ed. "Wendy didn't look all that happy with you Edo." I take a bite of my sandwich. He shrugs, his mouth already full. "E dumt weally cawe." My eyebrows scrunch up. "What?" He swallows the impossible amount of food in his mouth. "I don't really care." He repeats. I sigh and shake my head, smiling at his weirdness.

I can't help from wondering how well he'd fare in a food eating contest against a saiyan.

We sit and eat, idly chatting a bit here and there. As I'm just starting on a chocolate ice cream cone, I hear a familiar voice calling. "Hey! Lisa! Ed!" We both turn around to see a certain Lieutenant Colonel pushing his way through the crowd with a tiny blonde toddling behind him. "Maes! Elyisia!" I exclaim, happily scooping up said 3 year old… or is she 2 right now? "Lieutenant Colonel? What are you doing here?" asks Ed. Maes pulls up a chair and sits down. I bounce Elyisia on my knee, her giggling happily. "Gracia needed a bit of alone time, and I'm on my lunch break so I figured I'd take Elyisia out for lunch!" I grin and give the little girl a squeeze. "What a coincidence! We're out for lunch too!" Maes laughs. "I can see that." He turns to Ed. "Soooo…" His glasses glint rather sinisterly as his voice immediately lowers. "How goes decoding Marcoh's notes?" Ed sighs. "As soon as we're done eating, we gotta head back to library. We left Al to get something to eat." Ed turns to glare at me. "Why couldn't you have just poofed some food up?" I frown at him poutily. "Because I hate eating that food. It doesn't taste as good as real cooked food. And I wanted to go to a restaurant. I needed to stretch my legs." Ed rolls his eyes and Maes laughs. I grin cheekily before continuing to eat my ice cream.

Elyisia insists that I let her try some of my ice cream. Of course then I have to get a spoon so she doesn't get ice cream all over her face. I get up to go grab a plastic spoon for her.

When I get back, my ice cream's on the ground and Elyisia's face is dripping with chocolate ice cream. She's giggling as Maes attempts to clean her up. I sigh and pick up what's left of my ice cream cone. "So much for something sweet." I grumble. As I toss it out, I hear Ed complain about wasting food. I rolls my eyes and walk back to the table. Now that Elysia is all cleaned up, I pull her back onto my lap. "You silly girl." I twirl her pigtails around my finger. She giggles and kicks her tiny legs.

Not long after the cleanup, Ed pays for our meal and we say goodbye to the Hughes'. As an added "bonus", *coughcough* Ed being evil *coughcough* "we" decided to walk back to library. In other words, Ed decided to be a douche bag and make us walk back.

I mumble unhappily as I walk a few steps behind Ed. I wanna throw something at him really bad right now. I could run after that, whether I'd make it to the library, I don't quite care. But it seems that I have a knack for getting lost in Central, so I better not. I sigh and lean my head back. "How much farther?!" I moan. Ed sighs. "Just a few more blocks." he promises. I groan. "You said that 5 blocks ago!" He shrugs and I swear to god he started grinning. 'Little bastard. Want me to-' 'Don't even.' I sigh and roll my eyes. I hear Lil huff unhappily. 'STOP CALLING ME LIL DAMNIT!' I wince and nearly stumble into the street. 'Could you not yell in my ear?' I sigh and rub my now red ear. She's going to end up blowing my eardrums out. She sighs and I feel her fade back to the recesses of my mind. I stop to rub my leg, glaring as Ed continues walking. I sigh before getting up to jog after him when something closes around my mouth.

My muffled yelp must've gotten Ed's attention or he noticed me being unusually quiet cause he turns around, his expression going from annoyed to wide-eyed in a second. Something large wraps around my waist and I can only assume it's someone's arm. I nearly choke on the foul smell that now fills the air around me. "Well, well. Lookit what I got here." I glance to the side to see the face of a large man, scruffy and filthy, and it takes all my strength to not puke. He has dark eyes and a rather big chin. My stomach churns as he grins at me with the most disgusting smile ever. Several of his teeth appear to be missing, some are in the process of rotting, and a handful are gold capped. I almost attempt to bite the hand he's got on my face, but fear of what might be on his hand stops me. He grins up at Ed and starts walking backwards. "If you just keep walkin', we won't have any trouble on our hands, will we kid?" I swallow nervously. My mind is racing with some idea for escape and I can't pin one down that might work. Ed growls and claps, transforming his automail into a blade. He points the blade at my captor. "Let her go right now!" He demands. I probably would be smiling if not for the fact that my throat and stomach are tight with fear of puking and the stench of the man beside me.

YOU GET A CLIFFIE.

HE GETS A CLIFFIE

SHE GETS A CLIFFIE

EVERYONE GETS A CLIFFIE

I got bored towards the end and I decided that Lisa and Ed need more reason to bond. Plus, I figured you guys might want a taste of what Lisa is like in a fight. ENJOY AND DON'T KILL ME!

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