AN: Ok, so thank you soooo much to Arden Anam for reviewing and adding me to your alert! That just totally made me really happy! XD.

Um, so this chapter is going to be from Molly's POV, and from here on out, everything will be from her POV, unless otherwise noted. So yeah, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own FMA or anything FMA related. :(


Chapter 3

"No… this isn't possible." I said as he opened his eyes, revealing startlingly gold eyes. Just like…No! Don't think about it! A sense of calm washed over me.

Why am I getting so upset? He's probably just some kid who's really into cosplay. But those eyes… They're probably just colored contacts. Yeah…that's right.

"Hey, are you ok?" I asked him, having calmed down enough to talk again. Instead of answering me however, he simply let out a string of incoherent mumbling. At least he can understand me, I thought.

"Um… what's your name?" I asked him. After all, it was really starting to bother me. Just as soon as I find out his name, I'll be fine.

"Ed…Edward Elric." He managed to mumble out. Shock radiated through me. What did he just say? Maybe he's just confused. After all, he did just collapse to the ground. Maybe he can't remember who he is and since he's dressed as Ed, maybe he thinks he's Ed. That theory made a lot more since to me, so I asked him again.

"No, I mean, what's your real name?" But rather then getting a straight answer, the boy just looked at me as if I was crazy.

The boy struggled to sit up and get out of my arms. "I told you my name's Edward Elric." Wow, he must really be sick if he can't remember his name. You might as well roll with it.

"Um, ok… "Ed". Here, let me help you up." I said as I stood up, offering my hand out to him. Thankfully he took my hand and I pulled him up. But that's when I noticed the gloves that he was wearing. Ok, that's not strange or anything. He must really want his costume to be accurate.

"Thanks for that." "Ed" said as he tried to steady himself. He seemed as if he were going to fall over at any second.

"Hey, you don't look too good. Do you need me to drive you to the hospital?" I said motioning to my truck behind me, still waiting on the side of the road.

"No! No hospitals!" He started to back up and then he tripped, sending him flying backwards. I automatically winced as he hit the ground… hard.

"Ok, ok. I get it. No hospitals." I reached down and helped him back up. "Well, then do you need me to drive you somewhere? You really don't look good and in this fog, it's a miracle that I didn't hit you. I can drive you home. Really, it's no problem."

"Um…I…" He looked down at his feet, his face turning a reddish color, which only seemed to match his look of confusion.

"What is it?"

"I… I…" He looked up at me, looking me straight in the eye. "I don't know where home is."

I honestly don't know what compelled me to do what I did next. After all, he could've been a murderer, or a wanted criminal, however my common sense just didn't seem to be with me that night. "Well, why don't you spend the night at my place? Then, if you can't remember anything in the morning, we'll figure out something then."

"Ed" looked at me surprise written all over his face. However, his eyes soon unfocused and he started to sway backwards. I jumped forward and caught him right before he hit the ground. "I'll take that as a yes." I said to no one in particular. Then, struggling under his weight, I somehow managed to pull him over to the passenger side of my truck. Using strength that I didn't know that I had, I somehow got him into the passenger seat.

Wait a minute. I stopped what I was moving. What am I doing? Am I really just going to bring some confused stranger into my house? What is wrong with me? I stopped and looked at him. Oh, come on. In the condition that he's in, what's he gonna do? He can't even stand on his own. Having made my mind up, I went around to the drivers seat and turned my truck around, and headed back to my house.

After a quiet and awkward five minute drive. I hopped out of my truck and quickly looked around to make sure that no one was watching me. After all, I really didn't want the neighbors telling my mom that I was bringing some half-conscious boy into my house late at night. Luckily I couldn't spot anyone. Now came the hard part. I had already spent most of my energy just getting him to the car. There was no way that I would be able to get him from the driveway, to my door, and up the stairs onto the main floor. The only option that I could see was that I would have to wake the poor kid up.

"Um… hey, can you wake up please?" I said softly as I nudged him. No response.

"Hey, wake up." I said a little louder, as I shook him a little more. Still, no response.

I can't believe I'm doing this. I sighed and tried my best Winry impression. "ED!! WAKE UP!" That did it.

"Ed" startled and sat up. He looked around as if he were searching for something. He apparently didn't find it and instead looked at me with confusion written all over his face.

"Sorry about that." I said sheepishly. "It's just that I can't really carry you up the stairs. So, I sort of needed you to be awake."

"So, you were really serious about taking me in for the night, huh?" He said as he slowly started to get out of the truck.

I rushed over and put his arms around my neck to help him stand. "Of course I was. Why would I tell you that you could stay if I didn't mean it?" He just simply looked back at me, and went back to concentrating on walking up the stairs.

"Well, this is it. It's not that big, but it should do for now. I'd offer you the spare room but I really don't think that you can make it that far, so you can just crash on the couch for now." With that "Ed" walked over to the couch and promptly collapsed onto it, seemingly falling asleep the moment that his head hit the cushions. I stood there for a moment and simply looked at him. It was unnerving to see all of the similarities. And I had to admit, even for a costume, this was detailed. It was like every part of his outfit had come from the movie. I shuddered and walked into the kitchen to get some water and maybe text Jen, telling her that I would be late to the party.

However the moment I reached the kitchen, I heard his faint voice call out.

"You don't believe me, do you?"

"What? What do you mean?" I asked him as I walked back over to him. He was still lying on the couch, apparently asleep. In fact, the only reason that I could tell otherwise was the fact that he had just spoken to me.

"I said, you don't believe me. You don't think that I'm Edward Elric." I bit my lip, trying to decide whether or not if I should lie to him.

"Oh, no. Of course I do."

"Don't lie to me." I couldn't really figure out how to respond to being caught red handed. So I simply kept quiet. "Why don't you believe me?"

"Well, its…its just that…well, it's just that…" I fumbled with the right words to say. Oh just tell him already. "It's just that Ed's not real. He's just an anime character."

"Ed" struggled to sit up. "What do you mean I'm not real? I'm right here, aren't I?"

"Well, you know, Ed's just a character from FMA. It's not like he's real." I was starting to feel like bursting his bubble was a bad idea.

"I am real! I am who I say I am!" He was starting to get mad now. I started to take a few steps back, slightly getting scared. "Here, I'll prove it to you" "Ed" quickly pulled his right glove off, revealing a metallic colored arm underneath. "See, automail."

"Um, well that's a good fake automail arm, but it doesn't prove anything. My friend has one of those things, and it certainly doesn't make her Edward Elric."

"Ed" just looked at me, anger clearly showing across his face. "Fine. You don't believe me. I'll prove it." I heard the iconic clapping sound as he brought his hands together. He then grabbed the nearest couch pillow to him. But rather then nothing happening like I had expected, the pillow started to emit a bright, blue light as it began to twist and pull into an entirely new shape.

"Here, you believe me now?" He said as he flung the object at me. I caught it and looked down in my hands. There was a doll, exactly mirroring the same one that Al and Ed had made for Winry for her birthday. I dropped it like it had been on fire, and did the only thing that I could do.

I screamed.

AN: So yeah, I thought that Molly should finally find out that "Ed" is really Ed. I hope that you guys really don't think that her reaction was too off, after all, that's how I think that I would react.

So please, pretty please, with sugar and sprinkles on top, please review. It really makes me happy. :D