This is mixing the manga and the anime. My pardons to anyone who dislikes that. A bolded capital is the entrance of a new scene.

Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist, and Sel is my character.

A small blonde boy and a suit of armor were walking on train tracks. The armor clanged hollowly every time it took a step (or he, I should say) and the blonde boy addressed him as "Alphonse" or "little brother".

After about five minutes of walking on the dusty railroad, Alphonse glanced up, his red eyes glowing slightly. "Brother," he said in a quiet, childish voice. "Someone is falling from the sky."

Edward looked up. Indeed, someone was falling from the sky, and he looked like he was sleeping! Another Ling-Yao, except this one fell off a cliff when they suddenly fell asleep? No, this person didn't have the coloring of a person from Xing.

"Catch him, Alphonse. If you don't, he'll die."

This motivated Alphonse. He stretched out his arms, settling himself under the small shadow of the falling person. Within a few moments, the person fell into Al's arms, limp as a doll.

He set the person onto the ground. Ed scrambled over, pushing blonde hair out of the person's face. The eyes were closed, but he seemed to be having trouble breathing.

"Take off his jacket and shirt, brother. He'll breathe better without the cloth choking him."

Edward slid a black jacket off of the person's thin arms, the black shirt going over the head. "Oh, god, the indecency," he muttered quickly, fumbling while trying to put the shirt back on.

"What?" Alphonse moved closer, despite the fact that Edward told him not to. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary on the thin person. There were extremely evident muscles and bones, a few scars, scratches, and bruises, and then…

…Small, round breasts being covered by the black shirt Edward was tugging over the person's chest and white bandages that were wrapped around them.

"It's a girl!" cried Alphonse. "Why was a girl falling from the sky?"

"Attempted suicide?" Edward frowned as the girl's head moved slightly to show a wound oozing dark red blood. "We need to get her to a hospital, Al."

Al knelt down and scooped the girl up. She lay in a doll-like stage in Al's arms, head lolling over his left arm, limbs dangling uselessly. Anyone would've thought she was dead had her chest not been moving up and down every fifteen seconds and if she hadn't had a pulse, unsteady though it was.

The Elric brothers ran for the hospital, the girl bouncing around in Al's arms.

Colonel Roy Mustang frowned in thought. "You say nobody knows who she is?"

Edward shook his head; "Her picture has been in the newspaper for weeks, posted up on shops as well. Nobody knows who she is, Colonel. At least, no one claims to know."

Roy glanced over at the bed where the girl was lying, as out cold as she had been for the past three weeks. It was getting expensive to keep her in the hospital.

He didn't know how the Elric boys could've mistook her for a boy. Once loose, her hair was a soft blonde that curled around her jaw and shoulders. Her skin was pale, as were her lips, and the doctor, once having peered under her eyelids, had said her eyes were grey. If she hadn't bound her chest, it might've been more obvious that she was female, as well, but not much. She didn't have much of a bosom on her thin frame.

She looked to be about fifteen or sixteen. The doctor had tried to measure and weigh her while she was sleeping and said she was around 170 centimeters and 43 kilograms.

43 kilograms.

It could kill her simply because she was that light.

"Where am I? It's so bright in here…" she was awake, groaning softly to herself, grey eyes blinking open. She tried to prop herself up on her elbows, but failed. Utterly failed. She could hardly move her head.

"You're awake?" Roy strode over to her, dark eyes boring into hers. "I need to know your name, so we can get your medical file."

"Sel Gillie," said the girl quietly. "My name is Selena Erica Gillie."

"Where do you come from, Ms. Gillie?"

"Rizembool."

"Age?"

"Eighteen, nineteen on the fifth of April."

So she was older than she looked. It seemed to be the same with everyone he was meeting.

"Rizembool? That's preposterous!" cried Edward, who had heard every last thing said. "I've been to Rizembool, and I haven't heard a thing about any 'Sel Gillie'. I would know, a strange name and a pretty face come as priority in memory."

A girl with poofy, reddish hair burst into the room, being dragged backwards by doctors. "Sel!" she cried. "Sel! It's me, Raffo!"

"Raffo?" the name tasted strange on the girl's tongue, but it rang a bell in her head. She couldn't put a face with it. Raffo. Raffo, where had she heard that name before?

"Yes, me, Raffo!" the poofy haired girl clung to the doorway, her knuckles white with the effort.

"Raffo the homunculus," Sel said after a moment. "I remember, now. You tried to kill me!"