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pcsoccerpmt-wow, you have got to be one of my favorite people in the world. you like Teen Titans, Harry Potter, and Newsies. wow. i should write a fanfic for something completely random and see if you'll read that too...
Air-well, first off thank you for reading and liking my story! second, if you plan to continue reading, you should be warned, almost all of my chapters end in cliffhangers. thats just they way i write!
Jack entered the tiny room on the first floor of the lodging house for what had to be the 50th time in the last half hour. This time, he saw Mustang sitting up. She wasn't really that different than she had been before. Same dirty blonde hair, same inquisitive brown eyes, and she always seemed to be laughing at you, even when she was silent. It was just the way the corners of her mouth were always slightly upturned. Her grey hat that would normally never leave her head sat on the beside table. She noticed him walking in a tilted her head to one side.
"I really do wish you'd tell me your name. So at least I wouldn't keep thinking of you as 'that one person I know I know." Oh yes, and her sarcasm. That was simply unforgettable.
"Kloppman talked to a doctor who said we weren't to tell you our names. You gotta remember them on your own. Or just make up something to call us." She rolled her eyes. "And yer supposed to talk too. Yer supposed to tell us everything you can remember, starting at the beginning, and with any luck it'll fall into place."
"Well, I suppose it could be worse. First things first. What is you name?" She studied his face for a very long time, then caught site of the hat around his neck. "Cowboy. I know it's not your real name, but it's the only one I can remember." He nodded. "Now about this going through my entire past bit. I don't mind talking it all through, but not to you. It's not that I don't like you or trust you or anything," she added, as Jack looked quite offended. "It's just, there's someone I remember more. Someone I know I trust. The blonde one I was talking to earlier. Why can't I remember his name?" Jack left and Dutchy entered suprisingly quickly. She gave him an odd look.
"I was waiting outside. I've been there for awhile." She smiled and he sat on a chair next to the bed.
"So, I'm basically supposed to tell you everything I can remember and hope that makes me remember more?" He nodded. "First off, might I inquire as to how the heck I came to be here? I remember coming here, going upstairs, being upset because I couldn't remember any of you, and then...nothing." She ran a hand through her shoulder-length hair.
"I'm guessing that's because you fainted, or something." She rested her head on her knees.
"Yeah, I know I've been doing that. Strange thing is, it's only when I'm about to remember something, to get somewhere. I remembered that I had been here, and then blacked out. Then there was when I remembered Cowgirl, my horse, and then collapsed, spooked her and pretty near got trampled. And then just upstairs. I remembered that you were my best friend, probably ever. The only person I could ever really talk to...and then i passed out again."
"Well then, I guess this could take awhile. If it'll make you remember everything, it's worth the wait, right?" Dutchy said gently, placing a hand on her shoulder. She raised her head and nodded.
"When I was 10, I lived in Santa Fe, New Mexico. But I left. I loved it there, but my parents were killed in a fire and I had nothing, so me and Cowgirl set out for somewhere we had heard there was a lot to do, for New York."
not as cliffhangerish as i would like, but it'll do. I love you all! reviewers makemy world go round!