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"How in the hell did you get here?" I asked, worry and stress laced in my voice. I had retreated with Shela to a neighboring vacant closet, and, with the door closed, it was almost pitch black. I fumbled around for the light switch while Shela squirmed out of my arms, hovering in front of me. I finally found the light switch, which turned on a dim, single light bulb that hung overhead.

"And how did you even recognize me?" I asked, surprised. I had really thought this disguise was awesome, but… Aw, crap.

"It's obvious." Shela deadpanned, making me sweat drop.

"Well, the others fell for it!" I protested weakly. Shela sighed.

"YAH! You're just pure, one hundred percent idiot, aren't you?" Shela scolded, making me wince. I held my hands up in surrender.

"Hey, my life is hanging on this, so I have to go all out…. Risks are necessary." I said, "But anyway, how did you get here? And find me?" Shela was suspiciously silent, infuriating me. I sighed, irritated, turning to bang my head against the wall. "Why is this happening to me?"

"You chose this." Shela remarked nonchalantly.

"You know what? Maybe this isn't worth bothering over anymore." I said, throwing my hands up in the air, thoroughly frustrated. "I changed the part of Fullmetal Alchemist I wanted to, and saved some people! I bet it won't change even if I'm not here! Maybe Truth is right. Maybe I should go home."

"What about him? Ed?" Shela asked, landing on a nearby shelf so she sat eye-level with me. I leaned against the wall.

"He rejected me. He doesn't even feel guilty. Why am I only realizing this now?" I pursed my lips. "Why do I have to try so hard and risk my life for someone I've only known a few months? Is this rational?"

"Oh, now your brain kicks in." Shela muttered, but I ignored her comment. I finally realized the obvious.

I didn't belong here. I was only trying to push myself into the story. These characters, for all I know, might not even exist! It could all be just some trick. And, what right do I have to interfere with the story? After saving Hughes, is there really anything more I could do?

Winry was going to end up with Ed anyway. Why should I even try to push them apart? Why should I, a regular girl, with nothing pushing me to me involved in this matter, even care?

The truth was breaking. All this time, I thought I felt a personal connection with them, when really, I had been the outcast all along. My life mattered. Why should I throw it away for some stubborn, hot-tempered short guy?

And, being the person I am, I made my decision. I was going to borrow a philosopher stone from Kimblee and use it to fix my body and help me to get home. It may have been a bit sudden, but I guess all that homesickness and stress had built up on me over time. Giving up wasn't in my dictionary, but, after all I had been through….

Can you really blame me?

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"Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to target Kimblee…" I muttered, shoving all my clothes in my suitcase. I was ready to make my escape from Briggs after I retrieved the philosopher stone, but as of this moment, I couldn't do anything.

"What if I snatch it while the golden tooth doctor is talking with the Elric brothers?" I thought out loud. Shela groaned from the corner.

"You'll be screwed, because, from what I've guessed, that'll interfere with the plot, plus they'd catch you and you'd be screwed." Shela reminded me. I glared at her from the corner.

"Then what am I supposed to do?" I snapped.

"Why don't you go to that Father guy? I mean, he's made of the stuff…. Or maybe get a homunculus to help you!" Shela said. I gave her a wide-eyed look.

"HEY! That "Father" guy would kick my ass! Even with alkhestry! And the homunculus!" I snorted in disbelief, "You really think one of those bastards would help me? Ridiculous!"

"Well, one of your friends turned into a homunculus… So…" Shela trailed off, and an awkward silence rang through the air. I sighed.

"Whatever, I'm going to redye my hair brown." I said, grabbing a can of dye and stalking into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

And so, I dyed my hair and took a shower, relaxing my body with the nice hot water. I scrubbed through my hair and scrubbed all the dirt off my body, getting in a better, more optimistic mood.

I changed into some casual black pants and a nice, fitted blue knit sweater before striding out of the bathroom, drying my damp hair.

Shela was curled up on my bed, and she sleepily opened one eye to glance over at me. She shot up, looking at me in surprise.

"YOUR HAIR!" She squeaked, startling me. I jumped.

"What? What's wrong?" I asked, puzzled.

"What's wrong? WHAT'S WRONG?! Your hair is freaking blue, that's what's wrong!" Shela said. I looked at her weird, and laughed.

"I'm sure that if my hair was blue, I'd have noticed…" I trailed off as Shela held up my pocket mirror. My eyes widened. "OH MY GOD, YOU'RE RIGHT!"

She was. My hair was now a conspicuous, bright, electric blue, along with my eyebrows. This would look odd even in my world. And, if this looked weird in MY world, imagine all the other soldiers? WAH!

"How the hell did you not notice?" Shela asked, sweat dropping. I looked at her, gaping speechlessly. Shela rolled her eyes. "I hope you aren't going blind in both eyes."

"HEY! But if I go back home like this, my parent's will freak!" I said, making Shela shake her head disappointedly.

"Is that the only thing you're worried about?" She asked bluntly, making me smile sheepishly.

"Ah, yes, the philosopher stone…" I chuckled. That's when I got a lightulb. "THAT'S IT!" I shouted, jumping up and down in excitement.

"What?"

"I know what I have to do!"

"What?!"

"We need to leave, like, NOW!" I exclaimed, hurriedly packing my remaining things. Shela followed me as I rushed around the room, cleaning up after myself.

"WHAT IS IT ALREADY?!" She roared, landing on shoulder and tugging at my hair. I paused to get Shela's claws from my hair and glance at her, eyes gleaming in anxiousness and excitement.

"I have an idea." I answered.

"I got that much, dumbass." Shela snapped, "But what is your idea? Where are we heading?" I grinned at her question, and she shot me a suspicious look.

"We're going to Baschool." I said to Shela's shock and surprise.

"Why?" I laughed at her question, getting up and brushing myself off, hoisting my bulging suitcase onto my bed, with Shela waiting impatiently for my answer. I walked over and snatched my coat from hanging on the door handle, sliding my arms into it. I glanced back at Shela, still waiting, and grinned even wider.

"Why, you ask?" I said, "I thought it should be obvious by now." Shela gave me a confused look.

"We're going to meet Scar."

Hey guys! MEAN AUTHOR LADY HASN'T UPDATED IN AN ENTIRE WEEK! I'M SO SORRY! SORRY SHORT CHAPPIE~ It's just I've been procrastinating because this part of the story gets very complicated…. And yeah, I've been kinda lazy…

Anyway, Lynette has blue hair! XD Cotton Candy! But wait! She wants to go home?! NO! And she's going after Scar…. But why Scar?

Soon, the long awaited Baschool scene! Yay! Well… Kind of yay…

But now it looks like Lynette has finally cracked from all the pressure! AHH NO!

What happened to her love for Ed? Will it disappear? Will she actually get the philosopher stone she wants? Will she actually go home? And what is lurking in the shadows, just waiting to strike?

I can guarantee no one will see this coming! A lot of things will soon be revealed! Until the next chapter!

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