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I stared at him, shocked, surprised, but not as much as I would've if I hadn't seen the show. In the back of my head I had wondered if Al had seen my kitten when it was a stray, but it was just a passing thought.

And now, here he was, in all his armor glory, looking at me with what I choose to interpret as a shocked face.

I sighed heavily, and opened my mouth to say something when someone barged in.

"Al! Don't go chasing-" The person started. And I instantly knew if I saw him here I was dead. I got up in a swift move, and was about to hide when…

"Lynette?" I froze when he mentioned my name, and slowly turned to face Ed, who stood next to Al, looking confused.

"What are you doing here?" I cringed at the question, turning away.

"Nothing~" I drawled with a nervous laugh, not even really sure whether to laugh or cry at this point. I mean, I had been crying earlier, and I was laughing now. I'm a weird alien like that.

"You plan to sleep outside, don't you?"

"Well, I sure as hell ain't gonna leave this place," I replied, forcing myself to try and walk away, but my fear of the darkness got the better of me. That's when I felt myself get swooped up and carefully placed on someone's shoulder.

"Hey! Let me go!" I exclaimed, trying to kick Alphonse, who's shoulder I was now on. Al must've had practice at holding people down, because this was the first time I was overwhelmed.

I kicked and growled and Ed glared at me, effectively shutting me up. Ed's glare is so hot, I thought dreamily, making sure to remember that adorable irritated face.

Somehow, I ended up sitting on Ed's bed in their apartment with a fresh blanket wrapped around my shoulders and a mug of hot cocoa in my hands, with Ed and Al sitting on Al's bed (although he never used it) facing me.

"So, why where you staying in that alleyway?" Ed asked. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, deftly weaving a fake background story, as fantasy writers commonly do.

"It all started when my mom left," I started, reopening my eyes to face Ed and Al. I was always good at lying, even though I didn't do it often, yet I continued, "She left when I was about three, leaving my dad to single-handedly take care of me. And he did, well, up until he was caught in a mining incident. He died, leaving me to my oldest cousin. I lived with her until one day, when she was walking home from her work, she was attacked by robbers and I never heard from her again. That happened three years ago, and ever since then I decided to take care of myself, and that's how long I've been traveling." I mentally pat myself on the back for coming up with such a believable lie.

Ed and Al just looked at me.

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…

Nope, they were still looking at me. Wait a little more.

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"I'm so sorry," Ed said softly. I could see the pain on their faces, and I assumed I brought back ad memories for them. I felt bad, making them remember those kinds of things. But I couldn't worry about that now. I needed to keep my cover.

"It's fine, it's not your fault. I've had a rough childhood, so what?" I said, surprising Ed and Al. "It's those same memories that made me who I am today. They're a part of me, and I never want to let them go. When people are gone, it's easy to look at the down side of life. But I choose to keep those memories, and even if they hurt me now, I'll get strong enough in the future to be able to look back on them and say, 'This is what made me strong, made me the person I am.'

"I did cry, every time someone died, and I was alone sometimes. At some point I felt so bad I wanted death. But I never gave up. Because the happiness, the kind I had before, was real. And I'm sure more of those joys are out there, you just got to hunt them down. It's alright to mope sometimes, but all the time is when it starts to piss people off," I said, "And I'm sure I'll find happiness. Somehow, someday. But right now, I need somewhere to finish growing up, so I have decided to go into the military." I finished. Those were words from the heart [a/n: And some from Fruits Basket XD] and they were the truth.

Ed and Al were staring at me again.

"Gee, if you want to look at me, take a picture. It'll last longer," I said, irritated. I hate it when people space out on you, and you're just sitting, there, waiting, until they choose to notice you like an hour later.

"Sorry," Ed muttered as he snapped out of his daze, an embarrassed blush lightly coating his cheeks. I chuckled and took a sip of the hot cocoa, which was surprisingly good.

"Wow!" I said, taking another sip.

"This is awesome!" My words came out gurgled as I attempted to speak and swallow at the same time. Al laughed and Ed grinned slightly. I decided serious time to be over. I chugged the hot cocoa down and set the glass on a nearby table, before holding up hand and breathing on it.

"OUCH!" I said, clutching my scalded hand. My breath was like fire!

"I'm a dragon alien!" I exclaimed as I proudly showed them my burned hand. They cracked up as I shook my hand and blew on it again, attempting to cool it off, but just burning it more.

"… It actually burns, you know," I huffed at Ed, who was still laughing. Al looked at me worriedly.

"Are you alright?" He asked in his echo-y voice. I nodded and smiled at him.

"You're so sweet~" I said, hugging Al and being careful not to impale myself on one of his spikes. I could tell he was blushing, and he would've become even redder when Ed snickered at him. I smirked at Ed, letting go of Al and giving him a hug.

"Aw, shorty, I love you too~" I teased, running away before Ed could catch me. Al held him back while Ed growled out long strings of curses. Me, on the other hand, was rolling on the ground, laughing so hard no sound came out and I ended up just laying there, clapping like a retarded seal as I tried desperately to get air in my lungs.

Yet, there was one thing I found a bit insulting. Edward Elric was taller than me.

"You have no right to call me shorty!" Ed continued his rant. Wiping the tears from my eyes, I stood up and looked at him.

"You're right, I don't, because apparently you ARE taller than me, if you haven't noticed." I said. Ed burst out laughing at the realization. I bet he was originally my height, 5' 4, I just happened to know he wore elevator shoes, but I didn't mention that.

"You're the shorty!" Ed laughed. A vein in my head bulged as I glared at him.

"NO ONE CALLS ME SHORT! I'M TALL FOR MY AGE! I AM NOT SHORT! I'M TALLER THAN MOST GIRLS MY AGE! I'M ONLY TWELVE! I'M NOT SHORT!" I ranted, being held back by Al. No wonder I had a hard time escaping him earlier: He's had LOTS of practice.

"I'm gonna get you for that," I threatened [a/n: note, this is from iCarly] , "Maybe not today, maybe not tommorow. But I'm gonna get you." I growled.

We all calmed down, then Ed popped a question that silenced us all.

"So, what are the sleeping arrangements?"

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