Sense I was so late in updating I figured I'd put up two chapters as an apology. Such is life though; filled with school, videogames and the Risembool Rangers (which I'm a proud member of). That and a nasty bout of writers block, I'm still feelin' the effects cause I haven't been able to come up with how I'm going to continued my Stargate/FMA story. It was such a cool idea and now it might be ruined because of writers' block (stooper).

Ok then, this chapter you'll find out more about Artimus (ya know the whole State Alchemist thing at 10…it was late and I was deprived of my normal sugar intake…I'm not sure if I should keep that, probably will and completely forget about it). This is though her actual bio. /info. / history thingy…as much as I could creatively come up with. So please read, enjoy, review, and have a sour punch straw!

Chapter Five: Dormitory Discussions

When the group made it to the entrance of the dormitory, which was a portrait of a fat lady, Hermione said,

"Detropmi"

The painting swung open to reveal a passage way that lead to the Gryffindor common room. There was a nice fire going in the fireplace and nobody was there, most of them had gone to bed.

"Well, here we are…home sweet home." Ron said sitting down in one of the armchairs. Ed and Al just wondered around looking at some of the paintings, Artimus walked over to the fire and looked down at it.

"We have to get to bed, tomorrows the first day of class, the boys rooms are up the stairs and too the right." Hermione said, starting for the stairs.

"I'm going to stay up a little longer." Artimus said, Al had caught on right away but Ed was still a bit slow, it may have something to do with the fact he ate too much and was really tired.

"Good for you Artimus, but I'm going to bed too." Ed yawned.

"Really? And all that hype about some 'information' you wanted to find out about?" Artimus said, glancing over at him with a rather wicked smile. He kept bugging her about knowing more about her and now he was saying he was too tired…well…she would make sure he stayed awake and listened to everything she had to say.

"Huh? Oh…yeah." He muttered, Ed walked over and flopped down in an armchair. Harry, Ron, and Hermione just looked at them and shrugged, they then made their way up to there rooms and off to bed.

"Ok…now I guess I can tell you both more about me." Artimus said sitting down in an armchair. Al sat down on the floor; he was too big for them too.

"Alright then…let's hear it then." Ed grumbled, he was half-asleep when he said this so Artimus decided to wake him up a bit. She got up and walked over to him, she then grabbed his right arm. What Artimus did next really woke Ed up, but she was going to make sure he stayed up. She took her fist and brought it down hard on his shoulder and gave his arm a very sharp tug.

"What the hell are you doing?" Ed shouted, but it was too late, his arm came right off. "Hey!"

"You're not getting this back until I'm done my story, and you're not to go to sleep either." She smirked and walked back to her chair, sitting down she placed his arm in the seat she was sitting in. There was enough room in the chair where she could place it so he couldn't get at it even if he tried.

"You're crazy! Give me back my arm!" Ed shouted.

"Shhh…people are trying to sleep Edward, it's not nice to make such a ruckus." Artimus said still smirking. Al was in shock, the one thing he thought was 'She's almost ask scary and demanding as our teacher.' he had never seen someone take his automail hostage before and use it to blackmail him into listening. It was a good idea mind, but it was something new and Al hoped she wouldn't put this in a report to Mustang, would that give his brother some grief.

"Alright fine!" Ed hissed.

"Good," Artimus leaned back in her chair and started to tell her story…

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I remember living in a small town in the north, the name of the town I'm not really sure of considering I was really young and hand had the chance to learn it yet. My mother worked in a small flower shop and my father…well…I was never really sure what he did. They where really kind people and always made everyone around them happy.

But they where killed, it had all happened when I was out playing with some friends, strange people had come through our town and completely destroyed it, killing anyone they could catch. After that had happened I ran away, I didn't want to stay in the place that my parents had died in. I lived on the street till I was about eight until some military men came by, this was I believe in some town to the east…I'm not really sure what it was called but everyone was really angry with one another. Anyway, these military men came and found me hiding in an alleyway. Took me to their superior officers who then took me to Central.

Funny though, how on some random day the military picks up some homeless kid and starts treating them like royalty. They gave me new clothes and toys and books, I was happy again. But then, they started giving me books on alchemy, they said I needed to start learning a good trade. At the time I didn't understand it, but I soon started to get really into it, by the time I was nine I was able to transmute anything. But I excelled mainly at making things explode or fall apart. I can still create things but it's a tad harder for me. I was so good that even though I was destroying something, it was done in a very clean way.

The Fuhrer noticed this and asked me to take this test, now lots of people where against it, they said I was much too young. The Fuhrer finally said that I would take the test and if I passed I wouldn't get my reward until I was old enough. At the time I thought it sounded like fun and I tried my best to pass the test. Studying everyday, practicing my alchemy…everything. The day came and I took the writing part of the test…it was really easy. The practical part was easy too but it was the interview they had, I didn't understand the questions and didn't do very good.

It was a week later that I found out I did pass the test anyway but something about it didn't seem right, I was now somewhat regretting that I took it. At nine I got another letter saying that I would be referred to as the Haymaker Alchemist, I found that odd. That's when I met Col. Mustang, of course he wasn't a colonel back then, he was really nice. Told me all about the little trip he took recently, to some small town, he said he had gotten a letter asking about someone. I just liked his stories I didn't really take them to heart until a certain day that left a mark in all history books. The first child State Alchemist…yep…I remember that day very well, it was the day that everything that didn't make much sense started too. Then again, I still can't figure out why they where trying to make me a State Alchemist so young…but anyway.

It was then that I decided to try and get better then you, I'm sure you're wondering why I felt so competitive towards you. It's simple really; we are both young State Alchemists…in a way rivals. I have yet to see if I out do you in terms of alchemy and hand to hand combat but I sure as hell out do you in terms of wits. But that's straying from the point of this story.

Anyway, ever sense I got my full license at twelve I've spent most of my time training with other State Alchemists. One of which I believe you both know, Alex Louis Armstrong the Strong Arm Alchemist. He trained me in hand to hand combat, told me all about his illustrious family background. Oh and I remember spending a lot of time training with a lady officer, I think her name was…Riza…yeah! Riza Hawkeye was her name, she was kind of scary but I learned a lot from her.

On my fourteenth birthday I remember being ordered to travel with Col. Mustang and learn the ropes as they put it. Finally I end up having to work with you boys for my first assignment. Funny huh? How by your being the 'first' recorded child State Alchemist you where really just paving the way for me to finally get my license even though I had passed the test before you.

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When Artimus finished her story the Elric brothers where just staring at her, she frowned slightly and said,

"What?"

"W…wait a minute…" Edward was trying to process everything "Ok, you mentioned that after you ran away from your home town, you where staying in an Eastern town where the military and the locals where on less then friendly terms right?"

"Yes…why?"

"Sounds like…Ishbal." Ed said leaning back.

"You know that may have been the name, I truly don't remember it having a name but the towns people sure didn't like the military people." Artimus said with a slight smile.

"But…you where what? Six…eight? And you're sixteen now?" Ed said.

"Yeah? Is that a problem?" Artimus shrugged.

"…" Ed scratched his head in confusion "But the last time I checked the last time anyone was seen living there was…you'd have to be at least in your early twenties if your story pans out right."

"Excuse me!" Artimus didn't like people thinking she was older then she really was "This coming from a pint sized alchemist that's too vertically challenged that he's crushed by a grain of sand!"

Ed's eye twitched slightly, if it weren't for the fact that he was really tired and was missing an arm he would have retaliated. Alphonse on the other hand suddenly asked,

"So Artimus, do you have any idea why they would try and make you a State Alchemist?"

"Not really, I guess it was the Fuhrer who ordered it after hearing that some soldier had brought me in." Artimus shrugged. Al just nodded, he looked over at his brother who was deep in thought…or just fell asleep with his eyes open, either one was a possibility.

"Well, I told you my past history so I guess that means I should return this," Artimus picked up Ed's right arm and handed it to him "We should get to bed…and no you don't have to ware the uniform everyday, just on formal occasions or whatever happens to call for such formality."

Edward grabbed his arm and was about to put it back on when a thought crossed his mind 'how did she know who to remove my arm?' he frowned and shook the thought from his mind, he then braced himself for the reconnecting of the nerves.

Artimus noticed that it was most unpleasant to reattach automail and said,

"I'll remember that next time." And she made her way towards the stairs and to the girls' room. Edward glared slightly then turned to Alphonse and said,

"Al…what do you think?"

"I don't know brother…her story doesn't make too much sense but in a way it sort of does answer a few questions."

"Yeah…but you've gotta wonder Al, what else is the military up to? You don't think there's a hidden agenda for why we where sent here do you?"

"It's possible brother, I guess we'll just have to wait and see."

"Let's go to bed Al I'm tired…" Ed got up and made his way over to the stairs Al close behind, going up the stairs and turning right Ed found two empty beds "Finally…" he grumbled as he collapsed into the nearest one, he was asleep before he even hit the pillow. Al sat down on the last empty bed and looked around, it would be a long night, he had just enough time to mull things over in his mind and pick apart the story he just heard. Al figured he'd try and make some sense out of what he had heard.

-To Be Continued-

Ooook, not as long as I was aiming for BUT that is the FMA fanfic version of Artimus' past…more or less…her original one is sort of like that only it's just her mother that died and she lives with her dad who is a famous computer programmer. Anywhozles, please enjoy. Review…I lobve reviews…they bring warm fuzzies (the nice ones anyway…and I haven't gotten any mean ones as far as I could tell). And I said 'worm' fuzzies in my last chapter didn't I? Aw phooey…