A/N: Ok, now the chapters are starting to beef up! I hope that no one's mad about chapters 4 and 5 being small (cough) like Edward (cough)… heehee! Keep reading! It's startin' to get gooood!

I do not own FMA – but I do have with me a lovely tuna melt and some tater-tots! Oh, wait, no… I just ate the tater-tots… never mind…

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Chapter 6: "The Medical Exam"

Trisha squinted as the light was shined into her eyes.

"Open your right eye… your left… good," the medical examiner murmured. "Ok, if you could remove your coat and boots, I – " he stopped in mid-sentence, gawking at the gleaming pieces of metal attached to the girl's body.

"Auto-mail? Well, I never would have imagined – you're so coordinated! How did it happen?" the doctor gushed, taking notes in her medical file with a sudden zest that hadn't been there a few minutes before.

"Uh, well,…" Trisha began, stammering. Suddenly she snapped to attention – this was one person she couldn't provide with any doubts whatsoever.

"A train accident," she told him, looking the doctor straight in the eyes.

"Oh? What kind of train accident?" the doctor asked, still energetically scribbling away.

"The kind that rips your limbs off. I'd really rather not talk about it, if you don't mind," Trisha responded coolly.

"Oh…" the doctor said, sounding deflated, his note-taking ceasing. "O-of course not, how silly of me… if you could please just stand over here and we'll measure your weight and height…"

Trisha with-held a sigh of relief, but let a small smile escape – she was over the most dangerous hurdle. 'Who knows,' she thought, 'what his reaction would have been if I had told him the rest of the truth.'

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"Well, chief? How did it go?" Havoc asked her as she came out of the examining room. He gave her a friendly smile to let her know that she didn't have to lie to him – he had heard it al before, especially since meeting Edward.

"Oh, ok, I guess," Trisha said as she pulled her coat back on. "I had to lie a little, though. About my auto-mail, I mean."

"You have auto-mail!" Havoc all but shouted. He glanced at her ungloved hands. "Well, I guess you do. I hadn't noticed it before."

"That's all right," she reassured him.

"So, what did you lie about, then?" he asked.

"Why I have auto-mail in the first place – I told the doctor that I lost my limbs in a train accident, but that's only a small part of the story."

"Well, then, what happened?" Havoc felt a little guilty asking her so much, but he had quickly observed that she obviously trusted him enough to not really care that he was asking so much about her. Trisha was fairly used to explaining herself by now, but she only shared her story with people who she trusted – and that usually meant people who knew her parents well.

"Ok, well, you know how since I was born through a combination of natural genetics, alchemy, and physical parts of my father – like hair, or skin cells or something?"

"Yeah…"

"Well, since I am literally a part of him, he had to be a part of me, right?"

"Sure, I guess that makes sense…" Havoc said, not really sure where this was all leading to.

"Well, you know how m y father lost his left leg to the gate when he tried to transmute my grandmother? And how he sacrificed his right arm to transmute my uncle's soul?"

"Yes, I do… that was a really long time ago, wasn't it? When Ed and Al were still here…" Havoc reminisced.

"Right – well, an arm for a soul doesn't exactly sound like that fair of a trade, now does it?"

"No… I suppose not," Havoc said. He had really never thought about it before.

"And that's because it's not – or, at least, that's how it appears to have turned out…"

"What do you mean?" he asked her with a skeptical look.

"I mean, I'm still paying for that trade – I was born without my right arm."

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Pretty good, huh? Bet you can't wait to see what happens next, huh? 3 more typed chapters to go! Please review! Let me know if anyone is OOC or if there are any passages that don't make sense. Thx! (NO flames, please! Unless they're from Roy! Lol!)