Disclaimer: Whoops, forgot to put this in the first chapter. I don't own Full Metal Alchemist.
A/N: In this chapter, I gave little Scar a name. Is it his real name? Probably not, but I like it and think it fits him. Big Scar will always be Scar though.

Time Slip

Chapter 2

The boy didn't know how long he sat there in the cold, shivering and praying with all his heart to go home. It might have been minutes, it might have been hours, but eventually he was brought out of his thoughts by a loud clanking sound.

"Scar!" a loud voice shouted, causing him to look up. A short boy with golden hair and a red coat, accompanied by a large and intimidating person in a suit of armor, was pointing right at him and looking very angry and accusatory indeed.

The boy was, understandably, confused and frightened by this; he was only ten years old, after all. Standing up, he turned and fled from the pair, nearly tripping over his own feet several times as he ran; he really wasn't used to this body yet.

Edward and Alphonse Elric looked after Scar, who had, contrary to past experiences, just turned and run wildly away from them. And not only that…

Al looked down at Ed, "Niisan…was he crying?"

Ed shrugged and took off after Scar's fleeing form, "Tch. Who cares; let's get him!"

As the boy sprinted through the alleyways, he realized that he was being pursued. He didn't know who these people were, didn't know what they wanted from him…apparently they thought that he was somebody named 'Scar'. Well, there was one good thing about this body; it was fast, once he got the hang of it. Unfortunately, he heard a loud clap, and suddenly there was a wall blocking off his path. He stopped short and pressed his hands against it, hearing his pursuers getting closer. And then…a whisper in his mind…

'Place your right hand against the wall…rearrange it…destroy it…'

He complied, almost in a trancelike state, and with a flash of red light, the wall exploded. The trance was broken, and he fell backwards, looking at the remains of the wall in horror. What…what was going on…? He stared down at his right arm; the tattoos were glowing crimson. He didn't even notice his pursuers stop behind him until the short one spoke again, mockingly.

"What's the matter, Scar? Having some trouble?"

The whisper increased in intensity, 'Kill…kill him…KILL HIM!'

"No! I don't want to! Get out!" the boy cried, kneeling and clutching his head. What was this? What was happening to him?

Hands were placed on his shoulders, shaking them, and a different, kinder voice spoke, "Hey, snap out of it, Scar-san!"

The boy raised his frightened, tear-filled eyes to look into those of the armored man, his right hand brushed against the cold metal, and suddenly he knew without a doubt that the armor was empty, possessed. Even more terrified now, he threw himself backwards, away from the armor, "Stay away! Don't come near me!"

"What's wrong with you today?" the short one leaned down slightly with his hands on his waist, looking at him with a mixture of disdain and curiosity.

The boy couldn't take any more, "I don't know! I don't know what's going on! I woke up and I was in this strange place in this body and then you chased me and a wall came out of nowhere and there's a voice in my head that's telling me to destroy things and kill you and he's empty inside and I don't know! I don't know who this Scar person is, and I don't know who you are either! I want to go home!"

The short one seemed slightly stunned by the outburst, and the armor moved towards him, crouched and hands held out in a comforting gesture. The boy flinched away a little, but the armor still managed to wrap him in a gentle hug; after a few seconds of surprise, the boy relaxed slightly. The armor spoke in a soothing voice, "Don't worry, it'll be okay…we'll help you. My name is Alphonse Elric; you can call me Al, though. That's my big brother Ed over there. What's your name?"

"Daniel…" he mumbled quietly as he rubbed some of the tears from his eyes. Al had a kind of comforting aura about him, making the boy feel more at ease.

"Okay…Daniel…where do you live?" Al questioned further.

"Ishbal," Daniel replied as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Al was beginning to have some suspicions as to who this was, "How old are you?"

"Ten."

"Do you have an older brother?"

Daniel gave Al a curious look, "Yes…how did you know?"

Al looked over his shoulder at Ed, who seemed to have come to the same conclusion as he had. Daniel…he was Scar…or at least, Scar's past self. But…where was the Scar who belonged in this time?

"Daniel…wake up, Daniel…" a voice, accompanied by gentle shaking of his shoulders, pulled Scar into awareness. For a moment, he forgot where he was and tensed, wondering who was touching him and how they knew his name. Then his memories came rushing back to him and his eyes snapped open. He pushed himself up into a half sitting position. His brother…

"Niisan?" he asked tiredly, squinting against the bright morning light, trying to make out who it was who was standing next to him.

A soft laugh…a feminine soft laugh, "No, guess again."

Oh, no…it was her. Don't look, don't look…Scar looked down at his arm instead. He didn't know if he'd be able to handle seeing her again. Unfortunately, looking down caused him to realize that he'd apparently kicked his blanket off sometime while he was asleep, and that he wasn't wearing anything except what was the Ishbalan equivalent of underwear. In front of her. He felt a blush creeping onto his face; maybe he wouldn't have cared when he was a young boy, but now…

She laughed again, "Oh, I'm sorry. Here are your clothes; I'll leave so you can get dressed, then."

He wordlessly took the bundle of cloth she offered him, still not looking up, and listened as she left the room. Only when he heard the door click shut did he look up, his face still slightly red. He got out of his bed and pulled the clothes on, fumbling a bit with the ties and layers; it had been so long since he had worn this kind of outfit that he had nearly forgotten how to put it on. He managed well enough, though, and when they were on, he took a look around his room, running his hands over various surfaces. It had been so long…

"Daniel? You didn't hit your head again, did you?" his brother's laughter filtered through the door, startling Scar from his reminiscing. He shook his head as though to clear it before quietly leaving the room. Nearly drowning in a flood of memories, and therefore not really paying attention to where he was going, he walked directly into his brother and almost fell over backwards. Fortunately his brother caught him by the arm before he did.

"Careful now," he admonished, "you don't want to go knocking your head again so soon, do you?"

Scar shook his head mutely, repressing another outburst of emotion. It was difficult, containing the swirling tempest of joy and sorrow that was welling up within him at the sight of his brother, but he knew that if he burst into tears again it would seem unusual in the very least. But holding back his emotions unconsciously set him back in his older mindset, and his face adopted it's usual frowning, serious expression without him realizing it.

"What's the matter?" his brother knelt down to his eye level, "Are you mad about something? Or are you just being grumpy this afternoon?" he got a glint in his eyes that Scar recognized all too well; it is generally known as the 'Evil Older Sibling Glint'. It was soon accompanied by the 'Evil Older Sibling Smirk', "I think I know how to fix that…"

Scar's eyes widened, and he began to back away slowly; he knew what was coming, even though it hadn't happened in well over seventeen years. But backing away slowly was nowhere near fast enough, and his brother snatched him up…and began to tickle him unmercifully. That was when Scar remembered that he had been a very, very ticklish child. And apparently, he thought before he lost all self-control and let out a very un-Scar-like shriek, even though his adult soul was currently in control of this body, it still retained all of its child reflexes. He was laughing so hard that there wasn't even any sound coming out. Eventually he managed to wriggle out of his brother's grasp, proceeding to run a few steps before tripping over his own feet and landing in a sitting position, breathing heavily and holding an arm protectively over his stomach.

"No…more…tickling…" he gasped out, but was unable to suppress a small smile; tickling tends to do that to people.

A/N: Squee! Scar-san is ticklish! That scene was spawned when I was tickling my own little brother (hehehe…), and suddenly I began to wonder something: if you tickled Scar, would he laugh? So of course I had to do something like that here. And as for poor little Daniel (by the way, what do you think of that name?)…aaawww, poor little guy…but he's got Al now, so it's all good. As it seems most of you know, I can't answer reviews because of that stupid new rule, but I still love and cherish every single one!