I'm so terribly sorry that it took me so long to update this fic! (sob) I had no inspiration for a long time, and then when I finally got an idea, I had no time to update. I'm sorry, sorry, sorry! I finally have a few ideas, so I'll be able to update sooner next time, but please give me some ideas if you have them. I need all the help I can get with this story.

Heh, I didn't expect my FMA readers to follow me over into this story at the time I wrote it, so I didn't bother to explain everything in the Charmed part. Now I know better, heh. Darryl is a police officer that has found out about the Halliwell sisters, and knows that they do good work, so he's always trying to help them, and manages to cover up for them. The whole "witch" thing kind of scares him though, so he would prefer to not have to deal with such things, but it seems that he doesn't have much choice if he wants them to be able to continue doing what they're doing.

Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed or FullMetal Alchemist. I normally come up with witty sayings for my disclaimers, but I think my imagination's broke. Let me try to come up with the best thing ever: Beef...stew...yep, it's broke alright. (Sadly, I didn't even make THAT up! Heh, pathetic, isn't it?)

The sisters, Darryl, and Edward spent quite some time questioning and trying to explain things. Poor Darryl, somehow he always got these strange supernatural cases that he couldn't explain to anyone. He knew that he could trust the Halliwell sisters to do a better job at handling these cases than he could though, so he always trusted them and covered for them. It was tricky though, and really draining on him. If only he could get a normal case, just once! He had thought that this would be a normal case when he had first accepted it, but no...an alchemist kid from another world can hardly be construed as a normal case.

"Well," said Darryl, "I think that I have all the information I need to know...all that I WANT to know that is. I think I actually know more than I wanted to...but at least I'll be able to write up another cover story for you." He stood up to leave. "Please keep me up to date on this case, if you will. I've been letting too many of these 'bizarre' cases slip through, and my superiors are already on my back about that. If I let a case that has the appearance of being a normal one slip through..." He shuddered at the thought of what his superiors would do to him if he did that. No, he wasn't going to let that happen.

"Don't worry, we'll keep you informed," said Phebe, "As soon as we have any information, we'll call you."

"Good," Darryl nodded his head, "And if you don't call soon enough..." he sighed, "...I'll call you." He sounded a bit regretful of the words he had just said. Why did he have to have this case? Why? Did fate hate him?

"Sounds fine to me," said Phebe in her overly-bubbly manner of speaking. "Would you like a cup of coffee or something? You must be tired after all that questioning."

"Thank you, but no," said Darryl, "If you don't mind, I'd just like to get back to the station." He said goodbye and then promptly headed out the door. He'd spent too much time at this house today, he had to get out. Too many weird things happened here, and he really didn't want to see more than he had to.

"Well, I guess that's that," said Piper to no one in particular. She then turned to Edward. "Now do you see why you need to hide in this world? You're lucky that you got off so easily. If it hadn't been Darryl that had come along, I don't know what..."

Edward held up his hand to interrupt her. "I'm sorry, I've learned my lesson, and I won't do it again. Let's...talk about something else...it's kind of embarrassing to think about getting arrested like that."

"Sure," said Piper, who started to head into the kitchen to start preparing dinner, and then turned back around and faced Edward. "But why did you try to take things into your own hands anyway? Surely your common sense told you that you'd get in trouble if you tried to do so."

"That's not talking about something different!" Edward shouted, half-jokingly, though still a bit irritated. The sisters laughed, so he lightened up, and answered the question. "Well, I'm in the military back in my homeworld, so I'm not used to having to call the police...I AM the police."

"They let a kid in the military?" asked Piper.

Edward growled under his breath. "Look, will you stop calling me a kid? Yes, they let me in the military because I had the skills to be a State Alchemist, which very few adults even have. I only joined the military because they provided research funds and travel expenses so that I could..." his voice trailed off.

"So that you could what?" prodded Phebe.

Edward waved his hand. "Never mind." Phebe and Piper sighed. They were curious as to what he had been about to say, but they understood that it must have been hard to talk about. Maybe they'd get it out of him sooner or later, when he was ready to talk about it.

Edward suddenly pushed himself up from his chair. "I need to clear my head. I'm going for a walk."

"Not without us, you aren't," said Phebe, stepping into his path and blocking his exit from the room.

Edward sighed and let his shoulders droop. "Oh, come on! I already learned my lesson; I'm not going to get into trouble again!"

"Just the same," said Piper as she came walking into the room, "It's still pretty dangerous for you to venture out alone. You don't know this world, and this is San Francisco. It's not exactly the most welcoming city to a person from the outside...or to someone from the inside, for that matter."

Edward put up his hands in resignation. He knew he was beaten, so he didn't see any point in fighting about it anymore. "Okay, fine, whatever...just let me walk a little distance behind you so that I can have room to think, okay?"

The sisters exchanged glances. They weren't quite sure about this...but they couldn't ignore those pleading eyes of Edward's. The poor little guy was so overwhelmed with all that had happened to him in recent days...how could he not be? He surely did need a chance to just work it out of his system, and a walk would probably be the best method for doing that. They sighed. Fine, if he so badly needed some space, they'd give him some space, but they'd surely be keeping their eyes on him, all the time.

Now that they'd settled their differences, the threesome proceeded out of the front door, and down the street. The two sisters were walking up in front, talking about something or other, and Edward was trailing behind, thinking and muttering to himself at a decibel level that only he could hear, if even he could hear it.

They weren't particularly paying attention to where they were going, and soon they found themselves in a neighborhood that was in a little bit of disrepair, though it wasn't what one would call a "bad" side of town either, just a little run down. It kind of gave this area a rustic look, which was quite interesting. A more interesting facet about this side of town was the fact that there were a lot of old train tracks here that were no longer in use. They had just been abandoned when they started wearing down, since it was cheaper to just leave them there than to pull up the tracks.

Phebe reached down and picked up a rock. She toyed with it in her hand for a moment, and then threw it so that it bounced off of one of the tracks. "Heh," she said, "Hey, Piper, why don't we follow the tracks and see where they lead?"

"Why?" asked Piper.

"I don't know...just...because?"

Piper shrugged and followed her sister. There was nothing better to do anyway. She turned around to see if Edward was alright, and then turned again to see her younger sister trying to balance on the metal part of the tracks as she walked along. "Such a child," said Piper to herself, "She'll never grow up, will she?" Still, she couldn't help but laugh at Phebe's labored attempts to stay balanced. Even with all the kickboxing she practiced, she still had trouble staying balanced on train tracks? This was slightly amusing.

After a while of following the tracks, they found where they led: straight into a wall. That was weird, thought Piper. The people that built this building must've been so lazy that they didn't even bother to pull up the tracks around the building before they built the building over them. It did kind of lent an eerie air to the place though, with tracks that went nowhere.

"Hey, that's cool!" said Phebe, jumping down off of the tracks and running over to touch the wall. Piper smiled. Phebe was silly, very silly. As soon as Phebe touched the wall, however, she gasped and looked like she had suddenly gotten dizzy.

"What's the matter, Phebe?" asked Piper in a concerned voice.

"I...I think I just had a premonition..."

"What did you see?"

"...A train...coming down these tracks..." said Phebe, quite unsure of herself, since a train coming down these tracks made absolutely no sense, considering how they were useless now, and in disrepair.

"How can that be?" said Piper, "Maybe your premonition was just wrong this time."

"Maybe..." Phebe began, but was cut off by a sudden sound. "Wait, did you hear that?"

"Did I hear what?" asked Piper.

"A train whistle...I heard a train whistle..."

"Now you're hearing things," said Piper with a laugh.

"No, I'm serious, I..." She then let out a scream.

"Phebe!" Piper looked around to see what could have caused her sister to scream, but by the time that she looked back at where her sister had been...she was gone. Phebe had just disappeared before her very eyes.

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