A Little Bit Of Me

by Aceidia

After Martel's death, Alphonse sits in his hotel room that evening, talking with the moon and stars in the sky. "Am I a horrible person?" He asked and he gets an unexpected answer. From Martel! Who is now bonded to Al's armor as well due to her blood tarnishing his own seal! Will they be able to get along, living in one tin can or are Alphonse and Martel doomed to battle forever?

4. Please Can We Keep It?

Martel tried her best to stay quite at dinner, but it was difficult listening to everyone talk about this disaster like it was all her fault.

Finally, she snapped.

"People! This is not my fault so stop acting like it is! I had my orders from Greed to stay in here and catman here wouldn't let me out to save my friends! And then, I died and now everybody is upset with me! If you don't like me here, then I will just stay quite and let these two boys run around and make a mess of things because that is all they have been doing for the past two years! And how I know that? Alphonse's memories are now fused with mine and vice versa!"

She watched the people at the table fall silent out of Alphonse's right eye.

"If you want your bodies back," Martel began, her voice calm once more. "I can help and I can also help you get to the bottom of this whole mess in the Millitary. All I ask for in return is some respect and maybe a little love because these last few hours have been so...damn it! I can't cry...I hate that."

"Me too." Alphonse symathized, finally understanding what she was going through. "It's really hard to wake up to...this cold feeling. Isn't it?"

"Yeah...it is. I want to brush my hair. Crawl under warm quilts...drink whiskey!"

"Not in Al's body!" Edward cried. His brother was never, ever going to drink. "But I get the quilt thing."

"So..." Martel sniffed, just wanting her old life back. "I guess...we have to get along...good thing I like kittens, isn't it, Al?"

"Yeah." The boy agreed. "It is. And guess what I found while you were sleeping?"

Edward banged his own head into the nearest wall.

"Kitty!" Martel cried.

"Yay!" Alphonse held up the small orange tabby cat so she could see it. "And Ed, since there are two of us, we can take turns taking care of it! You don't even have to pet it!"

"Can we keep it?!" Martel begged, wanting nothing else in life. "Please?"

"Please?" Alphonse was ready to beg on hands and knees if that is what it took. "I alreadynamedit!"

Edward made a face before turning to look out the dinning room window. He couldn't believe what he was going to do. He took a deep breath and said, "Fine. What's it's name?"

"Greed."

"WHAT?!"