Dimensions
By: Kurama-Sweethart (Moe)
Warning(s): Spoiler for the SERIES AND MANGA. It isn't really based on either one alone, per say- but my own crazy rendition of the two. For example, the timeline is manga formatted- Cornello happened before Nina, and Ed is 15. However, the events that take place are in the anime format, when it comes to dialogue and happenings. Also, Mustang is Colonel as opposed to Major, as shown in the series. Obviously, in the beginning it is set before the death of Maes Hughes. Blah blah, I'm sure you get the idea.
Pairing(s): Blunt Roy x Ed in later chapters. Yaoi, Shonen-ai and probably some sex/smut along the way.
Author's Note: Thanks to all those who reviewed: Feedback is always appreciated!
--Trans: Yeah, I atleast have a better idea than before.
--Queen Narca: Thanks; I was hoping it didn't start off too boring. I tried to keep the idea original, too.

Al had wandered the streets of Central City for hours- scouring corners and alleys and little nooks that Ed might be able to fit into. He checked the library, in all of the alchemist's favored sections- Transmutations, Bio-alchemy… nothing.

Discouraged, he made his way back through headquarters and into the room that they were staying in (courtesy of the military, of course). The large suit of armor sighed in relief. There his brother was, curled up on the couch with his back to the door.

"Brother! Where have you been? I've been searching everywhere-" he started, making his way behind the furniture to his own bed.

"Remember when I asked you about the Elite before?" The Fullmetal asked suddenly, not moving from his spot.

"Yeah." Al replied, worry cracking in his voice. His brother was still trying to hold onto the thought that there might be a way to bring the chimera girl back to life. Did he ever learn? They had tried human transmutation before- it wasn't going to work! "But I'm not going to tell you about it. I don't want you doing something stupid."

The blonde made a small noise and rolled over. "When have I ever done anything stupid?" he smirked, shrugging. "Anyway, I've been doing some research. That stone you mentioned before, I think it could be an asset to finding a way to get our bodies back."

"So this isn't about Nina?" The younger of the two asked quietly.

"No. Its just… a lot of things can go wrong, especially if it's activated with Dimensional Alchemy. " Ed sat up and turned around to face his sibling. "Dangerous things can happen. Remember that thing I was talking about before? About being able to bend space and time? If something-" he paused to spread out his auto-mail hand, studying the metallic digits and the way they moved on their hinges. "If anything went wrong, we could be sucked up into this… this vortex. An alternate reality with out even a hope of escape."

His brother looked at him expectantly. The Fullmetal leaned his head back and stared at the ceiling. "It's worse than hell."

"We can do it, Brother. We made a mistake before, but I can feel it now." The armor also studied his hands, glancing at his sibling. "We will get our bodies back."

"I hope you're right, Al." Golden eyes kept themselves rooted on his robotic arm. He felt so dirty lying to his brother. While he did intend to use this new sort of alchemy and the stone to get their bodies back, he conveniently neglected to inform his brother that in the process- he would save the little girl who had lost her life because of the wretched, twisted science that they had spent their whole lives trying to understand. He would use alchemy, the thing that had killed her, to bring her back as good as new.

Even if it meant becoming an Elite to do so.

Edward Elric sighed and put down his pen. He was almost finished with some of the notes on the Philosopher's Stone. Piecing together bits from Tucker's research and some information from books mentioned in the journals, he had managed to come up with a makeshift definition of the legendary Elite. He stretched out his real leg, massaging the tense muscles from sitting on his ass in the library for so long. It had to have been at least 6 hours with one leg tucked underneath him for support and another bent to serve as a table. He had been too lazy to go back and forth from the shelf to the table, so he just plopped his little research escapade in the corner of two large bookshelves.

He sighed and let his eyes scan back over the page, reading the results of his study.

"The Elite," he muttered, finger swiftly dancing across the page as he pointed out important points. "Created in a continuum that is the result of using Dimensional Alchemy to activate the Philosopher's Stone."

His brow furrowed. "That would mean that…"

His eyes widened and he jumped up, sending papers and books flying. "Shit. Shitshitshit." He chanted the curse like a prayer.

"Brother?" Al called from across the library, a large volume of "Advanced Alchemic Study" tucked in his hands. "Did you find something?"

"Al, I need you to tell me everything that you know about the Elite." The Fullmetal gasped, palms planted firmly on the oak table across from his sibling. At the first sign of protest, his eyes narrowed sternly. "Now."

"All Tucker's research said was that the transmutation to create one was very dangerous and practically impossible." The armor repeated, racking his memory. "And that the ultimate product from using Dimensional Alchemy on the Philosopher's Stone would be immortality."

"That's it then." Edward started, eyes wide. "The Philosopher's Stone can temporarily turn one immortal and has unrivaled healing abilities, which is why we could use it to get our bodies back."

"But…" Alphonse cut in. "When the continuum is created, the user gets sent through a portal- making them unable to die, even without the stone."

"Not just immortal, Al." The older alchemist corrected. "The user's power to manipulate alchemic energy is heightened. They get turned into a deity."

"Turned into a God." The younger finished.

The clouds melded together in a sickening shade of gray. The rain was long over. In fact, it had been two days since the sheets of water had fallen from the sky in an unmerciful barrage- and yet those godforsaken clouds insisted on hovering, leaving Central City in a dreary, overcast sense that didn't really help the moods of anyone.

"Lieutenant Colonel Hughes," Mustang said, eyes darting to the man standing beside him. "I need you to send someone to watch over the Elrics. They've taken a suspicious interest in the Philosopher's Stone and to Dimensional Alchemy."

"Uhhuh." Hughes muttered, eyes fixated on a small photo pinched between his thumb and forefinger. "Do you think that my Elysia looks cuter with the braids or the pigtails?" he asked suddenly, displaying two images that depicted each hairstyle.

"Maes, are you even paying attention to me?" The Colonel growled, clutching bits of hair from his head and looking to the ceiling for some sort of sanity.

"I'm definitely thinking the pigtails. They give her beautiful green eyes that sort of innocent flare that I think suits her well! I have to say; I think that my Elysia is the cutest little girl in all Amestris. Don't you agree, Roy?" Hughes gushed, grinning broadly.

"Lieutenant Hawkeye, bring me anothercup of coffee. Black." The said Colonel almost pleaded, rubbing his temples. "I have a serious migraine."

Hughes pouted. "Aw, come on, Roy. I was just trying to lighten the mood!" He suddenly frowned and furrowed his brows to impersonate the other man. "You're so goddamn serious all the time."

He sighed. "Anyway, I'm not too savvy on Alchemy, but I guess I could get some of our free men to keep a closer eye on them. It just seems like a waste of time." he stopped and glanced at the door, chewing his lower lip. "Those kids aren't too keen on listening, and I doubt that a few military men watching them will make 'em do what you want. Yup, that Edward Elric's a stubborn bastard. Independent too."

The Colonel's dark eyes had glazed over and he suddenly found a painting hung on the opposite wall very interesting. He sighed.

"Just remember, Roy." Hughes said in a serious tone. "He's fifteen. A minor,not to mentionyour subordinate"

He stood just as the other Lieutenant entered with the previously ordered coffee.

"Here you are, sir." Hawkeye smiled, placing it in his hands. Mustang took a long gulp of it, despite the fact that it was still steaming.

"Just what are you insinuating?" The Flame Alchemist snapped.

Maes Hughes shrugged. "Eh, never mind. If that's all you wanted, I think I'll get moving now." He made his way to the door.

The female Lieutenant chose to keep her mouth shut on their conversation concerning the Fullmetal Alchemist. She knew everything that she could possibly say had already been said- and that Roy Mustang was no fool. He wasn't about to do anything that could get him dismissed from the military he had dedicated his life to. No curvy blonde, not even if they were male and an alchemist working in his jurisdiction, could sway his goal of becoming Fuhrer.

At least she hoped.

"This is perfect!" The woman squealed, head bent as she giggled. Her long, black hair fell in front of her face and over her bare shoulders. "That Fullmetal boy is playing right into our hands!"

"Getting that scarred guy to kill that chimera was perfect! Now he's so caught up in guilt about that stupid brat that he's gonna drabble in Dimensional Alchemy!" The second laughed.

"Lust!" A third whined. "When will I get to eat someone?"

She looked over at the large body squatting in front of her, and let her long, feminine fingers reach out to stroke his head. "All in good time, Gluttony. The boy is getting closer to the secret of the Elite. Soon," she started, tossing a mischievous look at the man seated to her left. "We'll all be Gods."

"Ahahaha!" Envy laughed loudly. "Oh, I've waited so long…for this. Finally, someone powerful and stupid enough to trespass on forbidden territory, where mere mortals are forbidden."

Lust giggled. "Yes. The Fullmetal boy will soon be one of us." Her eyes held a seductive shine. "Except we'll be immortal and powerful. No one will be able to stop us!"

"And then?" Envy asked, putting a leg up on one of the many crates surrounding them.

"We'll bring them back and become human once more." She waved her hand as an afterthought. "And everything will be perfect. " Her eyes narrowed considerably. "Perfect."

I hope that no one is confused as to the plot thus far. If there is something you don't understand- let me know and I will try to explain it in the next chapter. This fic is mainly an altered rendition of the actual series, so I tried to keep some of it the same. The Homunculi's goal is about the same- only on a little bit greater scale. It should be revealed sometime in the next few chapters.

This chapter took a lot of effort and time- and it would be much appreciated if everyone who enjoys this fic would leave an ickle review for the author- just to make her smile! Y'know you want to!