AAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDD WE'RE BACK!

Cliffies tho.

Anywhosals, here we go!

My eyes dart back and forth from Ed to the man who now restrains me. 'ShitshitshitshitshitSHIIIIIITTTTT' 'Can I -' 'No, you can not!' I struggle to think of something, ANYTHING, that might help me. I glance at Ed and see him glancing to either side of me. I follow where he's looking to see two more guys have appeared. One is super scrawny and holding a big pocket knife, looking like some guy from a bad 80's gangster movie. The other is so incredibly overweight, I wanna ask if he's the Blob from X-men. For whatever reason, the fat one has a freaking sword. 'Swoooorrrrrrddddd…. sword sword sworooooodddd…. THAT'S IT' I squeeze my eyes shut, trying very hard to picture a sword, though the cruddy dramatic dialogue isn't helping. I'm not entirely sure what they're saying, so I continue blocking it out. Probably something about ransom.

In my head, I can almost see the sword I'm trying to make. It's fuzzy, but I know exactly what it looks like. It's a broadsword with a black handle and red gems on the bottom and sides of the hilt. The metal itself is almost black, with a red finish that looks like splattered blood. I shiver as I remember the last time I saw the sword.

Ed shouts something and the stick dude runs at him, swiping his large knife around. My eyes shoot open as I snap my fingers. The sword I'd been imagining….

…

…

… falls right on my captor's head.

He steps back, releasing me from his grip to rub the top of his head, cursing up a storm. I grab the handle and swing it around. The blade catches the moonlight in a rather menacing glint. I hold the sword in front of me as a very familiar, slightly comforting, presence seems to wrap around me. 'I suppose you won't let me fight, right?' 'Yup.' 'All right, then I might as well enjoy.' 'You could give me a hand, ya know?' 'Meeeeeehhhhhhh, nope.' I sigh and hold the sword with one hand, raised above my head and hold my other hand in front of me. The two in front of me watch me warily. I smirk. "Let's see you assholes get the drop on me now."

The first guy grunts and elbows the fat guy. "You gunna let 'er talk to ya liek that?" The fat one holds up his sword, growling like a mad dog. I sweep one foot back and grin. "Come and get it tubby!" I snap at him. He starts to run at me, swinging his sword carelessly. I run at him as well, easily jumping over him. 'This guy obviously has never had any training in swordplay.' While in air, I spin and kick the jerk in the back of his head. He crashes to the ground as I land on my feet.

I smirk as my eyes meet the eyes of the man who had caught me. I point my sword at him. "On your guard." His eyes narrow as he pulls out…. a pair of freaking nunchucks. I sigh and rolls my eyes. "What is this? Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?" I mumble. He shouts and runs at me. I smirk and easily avoid his blows, ducking from side to side. I can hear Ed shouting as he probably beats the shit out of that poor fella. I take a bouncing step back as Nunchucks pauses for a breath. I chuckle. "What's wrong?" I mock him. "Out of breath already?" He growls and raises the nunchucks above his head. Faster than he can follow, my foot strikes out and catches him in the chin, flipping him backwards. I laugh as he lands next to the other guy. The stick guy flies over my head and lands atop both of his comrades. Ed turns his automail back to normal as he walks up next to me. He sighs.

"That was almost sad at how bad a fighter that guy was." I nod. "The one guy had nunchucks." Ed shoots me a confused look. "Really? Nunchucks?" I nod and laugh. "It's so pathetic how crappy fighters these guys were!" Ed shakes his head and sticks his hands in his pockets. I sigh and snap, my sword and the other guy's sword, disappearing into thin air. Ed shoots me another look. I shrug. "Regardless of skill, he had good choice in blade." Ed rolls his eyes and starts walking off. I glance behind us at the unconscious men before jogging after him. "Shouldn't we get the police or something?" He glances at me before shrugging. "Doesn't really matter. It's not like those three are threats or anything." I glare at him. "Maybe not to us, but what about someone who can't defend themselves? Or a little kid?!" Ed stops and glances at me and sighs. "Fine! You stay with them and I'll go get someone." I glare at him and cross my arms as he hurries off. "You better come back!" I shout after him.

…...SOME TIME LATER…..

I sigh and rest my cheek in my hand. I've been sitting here by the men for SO FREAKING LONG! Every time one of them shifts or moves or anything, I smack 'em with the nunchucks. 'I bet he abandoned you.' I frown and shake my head. 'He better not have.' 'He doesn't exactly like right now. Or trust you.' 'That doesn't mean he's going to abandon me in the middle of the street.' I growl under my breath and smack one of the guys again. 'Why don't you just fly these freaks to the police station yourself?' I roll my eyes. 'Because it's not like the police won't question how the hell a scrawny kid like me carried all three of these guys there or anything.' 'You're not scrawny.' I sigh. "Compared to these two I am." I mutter, poking the Blob with my foot. Lil fades into sight in front of me, sitting cross-legged in mid-air. 'MY NAME'S NOT LIL! IT'S LILLIAN, DAMNIT! LILLIAN!' I smirk and lean back, glancing at the audience and pointing my thumb at Lillian. "Funny one, ain't she?" Lillian rolls her eyes and glares at the audience. 'She's freaking nuts. Seriously.' I roll my eyes and sigh, looking up at the sky. The sun's starting to set. Lillian sighs. 'Oh, for the love of Him, just go back to the library. He's probably forgot you.' I frown and turn my head to look over my shoulder. "He'll be back. He said he'd get someone and be back and he doesn't lie." Lillian rolls her ruby colored eyes. 'Whatever.' With that, she disappeared from sight.

-3rd person POV: Police station-

"I just need an officer or two and a truck to haul 'em back here!" Ed tells the officer at the front desk again. The officer flips a page in the notebook he has. "I'll see what I can do." He grumbles and stands up, walking into a room behind the desk. Ed grumbles angrily and paces back and forth. He glances at the clock before growling. 'It's been nearly an hour! Damnit, she's probably done something stupid! I swear if I find a fireworks display or something going on...' The officer returns with a handful of other officers. A taller man with a handlebar mustache who is more than likely the chief of police nods to Ed. "Alright then son, where to?"

-SEVERAL MINUTES LATER-

The police car rounds the corner, lights flashing and sirens blaring. Ed jumps out before it even stops. Lisa stands up, grinning. She tilts her head to the side and smirks. "Told ya." she mutters. Ed skids to a stop in front of her. "Tell me you didn't blow something up!" He demands. Lisa laughs and crosses her finger over her heart. "Swear on my soul, I did nothing but keep those three in line." Ed sighs, relieved that the area, as well as the maniac girl in front of him, are unscathed, except from the short brawl from earlier. Lisa places her hands on her hips and leans forward, balancing on her heels. "What? Didja think I'd do something bad?" She teases. Ed shakes his head. "I swear to Truth, you're going to give me a heart attack someday…" Lisa laughs again as the officers load the unconscious thugs into the police truck.

-Lisa's P.O.V.-

It was really nice of those officers to drive us back to the library, I'm only glad that it wasn't that far away. We, uhm… excuse me, I wave at the officers as they drive away. Ed's bein' all pouty and stuff and walking inside without me. It's pretty dark out now, probably almost 9 o'clock at night… I think. I really ought to start wearing a watch.

Anywhosals.

The moment I walk inside, I'm greeted by the sight of Ross demanding where the hell we've been and why it took so long and how she swore up and down that we said we were only going out for lunch, yadda yadda ya, so on and so forth, while Ed says, ahem, shouts back, that it's none of her business what the hell he was doing. But of FREAKING COURSE, that means she turns her glaring look to me. I sigh. "We were on the way back when some thugs decided to jump us. We beat 'em up, and then Ed went to go get some cops, which took freaking hours." "IT WAS ONLY AN HOUR!" Ed butts in, to which I growl. I smack his chibi-spazzing face away. "Anywhosals, It took awhile and then the officers were nice enough to drive us here. Oh, and we saw Mr. Hughes and his daughter while we were at lunch." I beam at her while inching towards the stairs. She frowns before sighing. "Fine. Whatever. Just… go upstairs." I book it for the stairs, racing up to the library room before Ed has a chance to say anything.

After nearly scaring Brosh out of his skin, I burst in the door shouting. "ALPHONSE! WE'RE BAAAAAAACK!" Al is pacing the room feverishly when I do my amazing entrance. He looks up at me surprised before racing over WAY FASTER THAN SHOULD BE POSSIBLE FOR ANYONE and nearly squeezes me to death. "Lisa! You and Brother have been gone all day! Where have you been?!" Ed walks in just then and tosses his coat on the rack. "We got mugged." he tells Al, almost like it happens all the time… which it might… Al gasps and drops me on my feet, leaving me wheezing for air. "Brother! Are you and Lisa alright?" I nod and pat Al's head. "Yeah, we're *strangled gasp* fine. Nothing we *le deep breath* couldn't handle." Al blushes. "Sorry. Sometimes I forget my own strength." I nod, partially leaning on him. "It's alright. I've *dying breath* done that before."

Ed's already hitting the books as Al attempts to help me stop breathing like fish outta water. I sit on the couch as Al runs to get me a glass of water from downstairs. Now that I think about it, I haven't had anything but that soda to drink… I think I'll keep to my cruddy poof-up food for the next few days. After a few moments, Ed shuts the book he's reading rather harshly. I give a dry chuckle. "Little harsh to that poor book, don't you think?" I joke, my chest starting to hurt from wheezing like I just ran a marathon. Ed sighs and turns to glare at me. "Alright, fess up." I raise an eyebrow at him as I attempt to get enough spit in my mouth to swallow. "To what?" I ask, swallowing the spit and partially relieving my chest and dry throat. He glares at me and points a finger accusingly. "You with your freaking super powers could have taken down all three of those guys without my help!" he snaps. I cross my legs and rub my chin. "I suppose so, yeah." I turn my attention back to him. "What of it?" He growls and clenches his fist, an irk or tick mark thingy pounding away on his forehead. "Why the hell did it take you so long to even get in on the fight?!"

Oh noes! Now he's demanding things! Oh what has this world come to! *sarcasm*

I sigh and lean back. "Ed, are you aware of how many "superpowers" I have?" I do a little jazz hands thing at 'superpowers.' His expression fades into confusion for a moment, not quite losing the ticked off thing. "No, though I don't know what that has to do with anything!" I roll my eyes and flop over onto my stomach so I'm actually looking at him over the couch. "I have more powers than I can count. Even my most basic ability, the snap thing, is astonishing to people like you." He stands up, doing a rather good impression of an angry bull. "WHADDYA MEAN, PEOPLE LIKE ME?!" I chuckle.

"Normal, everyday people, heroes or no. Everyone has some thing that they can do that makes them special. For you, it's your alchemy. For Al, his strength and heart. Everyone I've met in my travels has that special thing." Ed sits, still pouty faced, but interested. "And you?" I shrug. "Most people would say the snap power and the ability to travel the multiverse is my special thing. But, in my opinion, it's the fact that I can pick up on just about any power." The look on his face demands explanation. I sigh and stand, walking over to the table. "Every world I visit, the people there have something that makes them and their world different from others. One world has anthropomorphic creatures who can break the sound barrier or use magic gems to become almost invincible." Ed's eyes widen. I lean on one of the chairs. "Another world, there are people with the ability to fly and shoot balls of energy from their own bodies, with a set of magic orbs with the ability to grant any wish." Ed's definitely hooked now, probably wanting to find the 'orbs' and make a certain wish. Dear Lord help me, for I would most certainly send him there if I could. "Others still, people with the ability to summon fearsome and amazing beasts, things that you could only dream of. Cats with the ability to walk in the dreams of others and hear things miles away. Horses that can fly, raise the sun and moon, use magic-" "Magic?" Ed's tone screams disbelief. I smile and nod, my head tilted back as my mind starts to let loose a flow of memories. "Everything I've said. I realize that it's all fantastic and surreal, but it's true. And the people, while some are cruel and angry and lust for bloodshed, there are people who are kind and brave, willing to put their lives on the line for others. For everyone." I swallow back a wave of guilt and pain. I sigh and turn my gaze to meet Ed's disbelieving eyes. "You can say anything you like. I won't say anything against you, but I will defend the friends I've had, whether I've seen them recently or not." Ed sighs. I smile and turn back to go sit on the couch. I snap and a bottle of water drops into my hand. I take a sip and glance back to see Ed's eyes practically bulging out of his head. I wipe my mouth with the back of my arm. "What?"He narrows his eyes. "Why the hell did you send Al to get you water IF YOU COULD JUST MAKE SOME!" I smirk and plop back onto the couch. "I knew you wanted to say something to me. I simply didn't want to wait for Al to leave."

-TIME SKIP RECAP-

For the next two-three days, the guys continue researching. I attempt to help, but all this alchemy stuff is almost impossible for me to understand. So, I resort to entertaining myself with books, drawing and teaching myself the basics of alchemy: how to draw a transmutation circle (apparently being an alchemist automatically gives you the ability to draw a perfect circle), how to use a transmutation circle, and how NOT to use a transmutation circle. I may or may not have accidentally blasted a hole in the yard… Ed didn't really notice but thankfully Al was happy to help me in fixing it. I think the random little breaks they both got from me doing something stupid actually help them clear their minds enough to get this decoding stuff faster. I don't remember how long it took them in the show or manga sooo…. yeah… I'm not an official alchemist YET but I'm getting there… Maybe Izumi'll give me a lesson or two...OK, maybe that's not such a good idea… I'll probably end up asking Ed to give me some lessons. Where was I? Oh yeah! So, all in all, not a whole lot happens in the two days (three if you count me and Ed's little adventure) the guys spend in the library.

On the fourth day of being in the library, Ed and Al are so edgy. Ed hasn't actually slept in three days and Al's trying to force him into taking a nap. Not really wanting to stay and listen to them argue like an old married couple, I quietly excuse myself to leave the room.

I quietly close the door on the arguing brothers and wipe my forehead. "Whew." I sigh. "What's going on in there?" I turn around to see Ross and Brosh looking very concerned and confused. I sigh and shake my head. "Al's trying to get Ed to take a nap. The idiot hasn't slept in three days." "Three days!?" Ross shouts angrily. I sigh, exasperated. "Yeah, well, I'm going for a walk. Hopefully those two will be calmer when I get back." I turn to leave when Ross grabs my arm. "Oh no you don't!" She spins me around, frowning and glaring. I swear to god that her head starts to get bigger as she shouts… that, or I'm shrinking. Might be both. "The last time you went out on your own, you had a mental breakdown and got lost! Major Elric and I were looking for you for almost an hour!" I squeak nervously and, a very Yugi like moment on my part, bow quickly, my face turning 12 shades of red. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

She sighs. "Take Sergeant Brosh with you." She says, gesturing over to him. Brosh, surprised at being drafted for babysitting me, jumps to his feet and salutes. I attempt to smile, though it comes out a bit crooked, in a futile effort to convey a little less official-ness. I nod at Ross. "O-okay then…" "Be back before dark, and if you get held up, call here." Ross tells Brosh, though she continually eyes me. I can feel those little wavy blue lines on the back of my head as I nod.

After Ross is done telling us what it is she wants us to remember, I drag Brosh downstairs and out the door. We both let out a relieved sigh as we stop outside the door. I look around before turning to Brosh. "So…" I cross my arms and lean against the wall. "Anywhere specific you wanna go to?" He sighs and stands. "You were the one * slight gasp* who wanted to go on a walk. I assumed *another slight gasp.* you had a plan." He takes another deep breath. 'Jesus help you, this idiot has less experience running than you!' I mentally cringe at her remark. I shrug. "I dunno…" An idea pops into my mind and I snap my fingers, a grin shooting across my face. "Oo! I know!" I bounce up a little. "Let's go visit Mustang!" Without waiting for the Sergeant to respond, I turn and jog towards Central HQ.

We ended up getting to ride in another cab. And guess who the driver was! It was nice to see David again, he definitely seemed to agree with that. He asked a bit about Brosh and the two seem to have hit off, considering they talked the whole ride to HQ. David asked where we were going and why the heck we were going to Central Command. He even asked "Where's that peculiar blonde kid who was with you last time?" I laughed for a whole minute without stopping to breathe. I'm pretty sure I almost died. Anywhosals, he was pretty happy to see me again, which is the best thing to happen all week and made my day a hell of alot better. I've had a bad feeling and I kinda assumed it had something to do with Mustang.

We pull up to Central Command after about a half hour, which, according to David, is the shortest time to get through any street in Central he's ever seen. "I blame it being so early." I say as I follow Brosh out of the car. As I shut the door, David leans out the window and hands me a piece of paper. I take it and show him my confused look. He chuckles. "Next time you need a cab, call this number. It's my cab's phone. I can tell you if there are any cabs nearby that can get you." I gasp and grin at him. "You are seriously the coolest cab driver ever!" He laughs and ruffles my hair. "See ya around Lisa!" He says and pulls away and back into the traffic. I grin and stuff the paper into my pocket. 'I freaking love people!' 'Then why do you always say you hate people?' 'I only ever mean that about the people I know back home, specifically at school.' Lillian sighs and disappears again.

We walk up the front steps. A man in military uniform stops us at the door. "Sergeant Brosh. Who is this?" he gestures to me. I stick my bottom lip out in pout. "This is Ms. Lisa Green, a friend of the FullMetal Alchemist." I feel the need to bow but I give a little wave instead. The man nods and lets us inside. We walk in and I start towards the first set of stairs I find. "Where are you going?" asks Brosh. I turn and point over my shoulder. "Mustang's office is upstairs isn't it?" Brosh points to the front desk. "You have to get a tag that says you're an official visitor." I sigh and trudge over to the desk. I lean on the counter. "Hi, my name is Lisa Green and I'd like to go visit Colonel Mustang." The lady taps her pen to a piece of paper. "What is your business with the Colonel?" I glance around, behind me and down the halls on either side of the desk. I lean over the desk and motion her closer. She leans over and turns her ear to me. I cup my hand and whisper into her ear. "I got some top secret information for him regarding a thing he's working on." She leans away and eyes me suspiciously. I give a big smile, complete with the *squee* noise. She nods and then writes something done and hands me a note. I take it, bow, and walk off towards the stairs.

Brosh follows after me as we head upstairs. Thankfully I paid enough attention last time that I can remember where Mustang's office is at. "What did you tell her?" I smile at him. "The truth, of course!"

(I got a major block about here, so blame this spot here for the wait.)

I kick open the door and fling my arms to the side. "YOOOOOOOO MUSTAAAAANNNNNGGGG!" I hear him sigh and I grin at the Colonel who sits at his desk, shaking his head. "Hello Lisa." I happily skip over and plop down on one of the couches. "What do you want?" He asks. I tilt my head side to side. "Hmm, well, that depends." He glances up at me and does that thing where he rests his chin on his hands while his elbows are on his desk. "On?" I turn so my legs are stretched out on the couch. "Do you want the truth or the super-awesome-and-goofy version?" He sighs again. "The truth please." I swing my legs underneath me and lean on the arm of the couch. "Ed and Al were arguing and it was getting on my nerves so I decided to come and bother you, but Ross didn't want me to come by myself so she made me take Brosh with me." I tap my chin. "Oh!" I hop up. "The lady at the front desk gave me this!" I slap the paper in front of him. He eyes me suspiciously. I glance behind me and back at him. "What?! Why does everyone keep doing that!" He sighs and I see the classic sweat drop fall down the back of his head. I hop backward and back onto the couch. Roy opens the note and reads it. He sweat drops again. "What's it say?" I ask him. "I didn't read it." He just shakes his head. "Then read it." He holds the paper out. I snatch it out of his hand and read it out loud.

"Colonel Mustang,

The girl who brings this note to you says she has some important information for you. To be honest, I think she might be a bit young to be in the military, but you did employ FullMetal. I suppose she might just be short for her age? *angry tick mark appears on my forehead.* Anyways, she says it is regarding something you're doing so I'll let her in. Next time your little 'spies' need in, just give them some military identification."

I can feel my eye twitch. "Now I know how Ed feels." I grumble. Roy sighs. "Tell me that you weren't joking when you told her that." I frown at him. "Of course I wasn't!" "Then what was this important information?" asks Riza. I throw my arms up. "I just told you it! Ed and Al are being idiots and I couldn't stand it anymore!" Mustang face-palms and everyone else sweat drops. I pout. "They're almost done in decoding Marcoh's notes. Better?" I glare at Mustang. He sighs, probably wondering why God decided to drop me of all people on him. "I suppose so." He says. I smile slightly before my mind starts comprehending what the hell I just said. I gasp and stumble backwards. Mustang immediately rises to his feet and Riza takes a worried step forward.

"Lisa?" She asks. I gasp several times, my mind replaying that one sentence over and over. 'They're almost done in decoding Marcoh's notes. ...almost done in decoding Marcoh's notes. They're almost done in decoding Marcoh's notes!' My legs quake as fear shoots through me like an electric shock. "Almost… done." I whisper. My heads shoots up to and my terrified green eyes meet Mustang's confused dark eyes. "Oh shit!" I shout and, before anyone can react, I spin and dash out the door. "Lisa!" I hear someone yell behind me. My mind is racing like crazy. 'Almost done, almost done, almost DONE! AGH! How could I have been so STUPID?! I knew they were close and I thought it a good idea to leave?! I'm such an IDIOT!' I burst through the front door, blasting right past everyone nearby. I run as fast as I can. 'Should I fly? NO! Why would I even think that! I swore not to use powers from one 'verse in another unless absolutely necessary!' I gasp for breath every other step. My mind is suddenly clear of almost everything. The only thing on my mind: Get back to the FREAKING LIBRARY! I run as fast as possible, not even the pain in my chest from my asthma slowing me down. 'I should never have left the library! Hell! I shouldn't have left those idiots alone at all! Oh, Truth, do me this little favor! Just this once! DON'T LET THEM FIGURE IT OUT TILL I GET THERE!' I squeeze my eyes shut and pump my incredibly sore legs even faster, nearly activating Sonic speed in my rush.

Guys, I love you and all, but this chapter is at 8 pages and this seemed as good a spot as any to stop. Hope you like. LEAVE ME FEEDBACK GUYS! COME ON! IT FEELS SO LONELY IN HERE WITHOUT YOU!