A/N Here you go Chapter 3: Just a Fan and all you Winry smut dogs will only have towait two more chapters and all you people waiting for the Adventure will have to wait at least 8 chapters. Sorry.

As the train was going down the tracks I could see the trees and grass passing by at high speeds. It was like a rush zooming by, like life. As it all zoomed by you couldn' t see everything that was going by and just kind of assumed it was there. Without this assumption you wouldn' t have any idea what was going by. Like life. Like family. I should know a lot about that kind of thing.

I sometimes surprise myself with how much I think like this. All deep and metaphorically and it makes me wonder a little bit whether or not I grow too fast. Maybe I should slow down and look around at what's around me.

Then I look at Al and know that I can't keep looking around, not yet. I can look around later, when my Brother has his body back.

"Brother?"

I looked at up at him from the window, "Yeah Al?"

"What do you think Winry will say when she sees us back?" Al asked and I could hear the excitement edge in his voice.

"I don't know. Maybe she'll stop bothering us to call all the time," I joked thinking about it. "'Edward! Why don't you call? When will you be back? When will we see you? Blah, blah, blah..." I said imitating Winry.

"Heh, yeah... We really should call more though. It'll be nice to get home."

I thought about home. The wide open farm lands. The bright yellow house. Winry's smiling face and wheeling wrench as it came 90 miles per hour at my head.

"Yeah. It will." I muttered to myself. After a while of thinking and being at peace, some idiot walked up to our chairs and tapped me on the shoulder.

"E-excuse me," he mumbled. I looked up to see a scrawny guy wearing some sort of uniform with glasses. He was mumbling to himself and twiddling his thumbs. Obviously nervous.

"Can we help you?" I asked him.

"Y-yeah. The conductor needs to see him." he said pointing at Al.

At first I wasn't sure why but then I realized, a guy in a giant piece of armor was might draw attention to himself. They probably thought he was preparing for war. I was about to tell the guy off when Al spoke up.

"It's okay brother, I'll go see him." Al conceded being used to this stuff. He's such a pacifist sometimes.

Al followed the guy up to the train conductor and I was left alone in silence. With Al gone I went back to staring out the window and thinking about what it would be like to be home again.

"You seem to be having a good brood."

I turned around to see "her" again right in from of my face leaning conspiratorially with her chest swaying in front of me.

"Uhhhh..."

"You're quite the articulate."

"I'm uh... Ed." "Hi Ed. I'm Patricia but just call me "Pat." she said sitting down right in Al's seat and holding her hand out for me to shake. At first I looked at her hand like an idiot but somehow found the sense to shake her hand.

"So heading to Rizemboul huh?" she asked after shaking my hand.

"Yeah, visiting..." I had taken this convenient moment to look at her pants with the broken zipper and if I wasn't hallucinating... her panties sticking out in a slightly visible view.

"...some family. Uhhh.. you?" I asked making sure to keep my eyes on her face.

That soon became my mantra. 'Stare at her face, stare at her face, stare at her face, stare at her face, stare at her face...'

"Business, I'm an occupational therapist for people who are recovering from accidents or drastic surgeries. You know, this and that." she said non-chalantly as I noticed she had a habit to fidget with her shirt and stretch the fabric...

"So you're a doctor?" I asked remembering my mantra. "Yeah, it's hard being a woman and all but I try, you?"

"Oh, uhh, I'm an Alchemist." "

Whoa, really?" suddenly she stopped fidgeting and was sitting really close to me on the edge of her seat. She was staring at me with these wide, brown, expressive eyes.

"Yeah, that so surprising?" I asked nervously with her shift in position.

"Well, I guess, you're so young and you looked well-financed so I wasn't sure. I mean Alchemists are usually deadbeats who's research go nowhere and then go bankrupt and start doing tricks in the streets or something." she said like she saw it everyday.

"Oh, well I'm a State Alchemist so that's different. See?" I said glad to get on a subject of comfort as I held up the pocket watch with the crest of Fuhrer Bradley on it.

"Whoa!" she said mesmerized as she held it in her hand and looked at it, "It looks so real!"

"Hey! It is real!" I said offended that she thought I was faking it. "Oh yeah? You're like fourteen." she said a little demeaningly.

"Sixteen! And I passed the exam at twelve!"

"Wait, I've heard of that then that means... you're the Fullmetal Alchemist!"

"Heh, so you've heard of me?" I said kind of pompously but deservedly so.

"Yeah, champion of the people. Genius and hero. You're practically legendary!" she said getting up and sitting next to me with her face suddenly so close to mine I could see every eyelash and nose crease and detail of her face.

"Well, yeah." I laughed simply.

"So... why do they call you Fullmetal?" she asked in a low breath at me.

"Umm... well, here," I said quietly showing her my right arm without my glove, "Leg's the same way."

"Wow, so I heard you're like a magic alchemist or something. Can fix or do anything." she said still looking at my arm like it was the most fascinating thing she had ever seen which in a way it was I think.

"Well, yeah."

"Can I see?"

"Um... sure. Got anything that's broken?" I asked now with my back against the window and her leaning really close to my face.

"Um... well the zipper to these have been snapped for a while, how 'bout that?" Suddenly I noticed she was leaning right on me with her hand on my left knee. She was leaning right above me and I could see everything and my dick was as hard as stone. I wanted to fidget but was afraid that would make her move. I knew that the edge in her voice had changed to a seductive sort of purr, and she was biting her red succulent lips with her white gleaming teeth.

"Well yeah, sure." I said gulping.

Carefully without moving I clapped my hands together and touched her hips calculating the elements in the iron and the fabric of the pants as the came together and the zipper started to align itself until it was fully fixed.

"Thanks." she said in a light whisper.

She leaned forward but didn't move any closer and I thought she didn't want to do it. Then I realized my hands were still on her hips so I had to make the final move. I started to lean forward as I...

"Brother they need to see you're State identification!"

In a split second she was off of me and Al hadn't seen a thing.

"Oh hello."

"Hi, I'm Patricia, call me "Pat."

"Hi I'm Al. How do you know-" "I'll just do that." I said quickly getting up and going to find the conductor to show him my pocket watch counting my breaths as I got further and further away.

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"Idiot!" I scolded myself after talking to the conductor.

I was standing outside his cable car hitting myself in the head.

"'How about my zipper?' Idiot!"

I couldn't believe I let my problem get so out of hand that I just tried to kiss that girl. Pat. What a stupid name anyway. Not as stupid as Winry but still. All I could think was what the hell I could tell Al if he had seen more. What would Winry or Auntie think if I brought a girl along.

"Fucking moron!" I scolded myself again. It was fine though. I was overreacting. Nothing was wrong. She was just some girl who had a crush on the Fullmetal Alchemist. I was being to hard on myself. She was just a groupie, a fan.

"Yeah, just a fan. A fan." I sid to myself one last time and then started going back to my seat with Al and that fangirl.

A/N Next Chapter: Innocence in the Eyes