Who Says You Can't Go Home?

Author's Note: WOW! Two in one update are you all proud of me or what?

Summary: All Ed wants to do is go home and see his brother… but it becomes clear that the only way he is going to get home is by going from world to world with the help of a mysterious girl he found half drowned in a river, and two strange men he meets along the way. EdxOC LeonxRinoa Duh CloudxTifa

Disclaimer: I don't own Full Metal Alchemist or Final Fantasy 7 or 8… well I own the DVD's and the games but I don't… you get the picture…

"Who Says You Can't Go Home?

There's Only One Place They Call Me One Of Their Own…

I'm Just A Home Town Boy…

Born A Rolling Stone…

Who Says You Can't Go Home?

Who Says You Can't Go Back…

Been All Around The World And As A Matter Of Fact…

There's Only One More Place I Wanna Go…

Who Says You Can't Go Home…"

Bon Jovi

Who Says You Can't Go Home?

Have a Nice Day

Chapter: Faint Heart, Fair Lady

Ed pulled the hat a little lower over his face, shielding his eyes from the harsh afternoon sky. He was riding in the back of a cart headed for a little town that he didn't even know the name of. The large brown horses pulled the wooden trailer along at a steady pace, bumping up and down from time to time as they walked. He tipped his hat a little at a woman who was standing at the side of the road. She smiled and nodded back, the basket on her head filled with fruit.

"So what do you hear about Hitler these days?" Ed fired at the driver. He looked over his shoulder at the young man.

"Why d'ya ask?" The driver retorted cantankerously. Ed smiled, the old man was bald with a snowy beard streaked with brown, his black skin was stretched across broad shoulders and powerful arm muscles, his eyes were narrow and gleamed with mischievous wisdom. He wore a tunic over pants that were tied around his calves, the brown sandals around his feet giving him the perfect old grouch look.

"I haven't been in country for a while. I was just curious." Ed watched the man think, the driver chewed tobacco and when he would ponder something he pushed the wad into the front of his mouth, nibbling at it with his front teeth.

"He up and ran away y'know. Ya, that's what I heard, he just disappeared y'know. I says to the missus, 'I wonder why a high and mighty dick-tater type like that would just up and run.' And SHE says, 'I heard it was because he wanted to keep from bein' killed.' Then I says to her, 'Now why would he wanna do tha' y'know?' The missus looks at me and says, ''Cause he got a heap less sense than 'is enemies.' Sos tha's all I heard… now why'd ya ask y'know?" He said all of this in a rather interested voice, only pausing for breath every once in a while. His toothy grin when he spoke of his wife gave away that besides the fact that he complained about her they had been given a wonderful life together.

"I just ask because I wanted to know. Like I said, I haven't been in country for a while." Ed muttered in response.

"Hmm… seems t'me there's more than tha'… ya hide when we see military, ya don't talk much 'bout where ya been. Your jus' a character Mr… ya'know I neva did ge'ya name…" Ed smiled apologetically.

"Don't worry about it, here's my stop." Ed jumped off the back of the cart and disappeared into the woods.

"Ya' got balls lad… ya' got 'em alrigh'…" The cart driver just continued on, humming a little tune merrily.

Ed sighed, leaning against a tree, he was now wearing a pair of black pants that he had borrowed and a black coat that hung a few inches above his low slung pants. The coat had white edges on the sleeves, around the high collar, down the front and around the bottom edge. The top had strips cut in it to attach together that were also edged with white. He had cut his hair short, the two pieces of hair long still but everything else was short and spiky, sticking out in several different directions. He rubbed his hand across his head, wishing he hadn't cut his hair off. His left elbow was still bandaged and his stomach was wrapped with white gauze that was tied on the side, two strips flapping gently in the wind. His black boots went well with his outfit. His swords were slung over his shoulder, the easiest way to carry them. He had a straw hat that now hung from his neck down his back.

"Jesus." He ducked and cupped water into his hands, splashing his face with water. He cupped another handful and greedily gulped it down. He pulled his jacket off, pulling his swords back over his shoulder. Then he picked up his jacket, pulled his hat over his head again and walked back up to the road to get another ride.

Then as he turned back to the road something caught his eye, a flash of red among blue. He turned back and then he saw her, she was caught between two rocks, her side was ripped and he could see the white of her ribs but her chest moved up and down shakily, she was breathing. He looked over his shoulder and sighed. 'Alright… alright… Al would want me to do this…' He pulled her gently from between the rocks and then lifted her over his shoulder. "Let's get you outta here my friend." He looked around then walked off, tripping over stones from time to time.

And that it for now my friends… I have to go and… WTIRE ANOTHER CHAPTER!

RINGO! OUT!