hi! sorry forgot the disclaimer last time.. eheh...anyway Fullmetal Alchemist belongs to Hiromu Arakawa

Eva POV

I woke up slowly. The first thing I realized was the smell of clean sheets and being on something wonderfully soft. I lay there, with my eyes still closed, my thoughts wandering. I sat upright with a jerk as I remembered what had transpired before I fell asleep.

I was sitting in a bed. Sunlight filtered through the windows and spilled across my lap. I placed a hand to my forehead and could feel a bandage wrapped firmly over my gash. My right forearm had been bound as well and a quick inspection showed that my lower torso was wrapped in bandages.

A quick glance around showed the boy from the night before sprawled out on the couch. Well, half of him was on the couch. The other half was sprawled off the couch. His coat was in a pile on the floor next to him. As I watched, he muttered something and turned his head away from me.

He was wearing all black and hadn't even bothered to take off his boots. His blond hair was pulled into a braid that was messy from sleep.

I shook my head. Something wrong was with what I was seeing. Maybe it was just my injuries talking, but everything was too smooth and clean. And flat looking. The boy's hair didn't even seem to have separate strands. With a frown I looked down at my hands. They were smooth and unblemished, the fingers tapered. I brought them close to my face, then pulled them back again. Suddenly it struck me what was wrong with them. I shrieked.

The boy woke up suddenly and fell off the couch.

"Oww," he groaned, rubbing the back of his head.

He saw that I was awake and stood up.

"Good morning," he said with a yawn, rubbing the back of his head. "How are you feeling?"

"My hands!" I cried, shoving said appendages at him. "Look at my hands!"

He took one and studied it closely.

"You chew you nails?" he finally said with a shrug.

"No!" I snapped, pulling back the hand. "Well, I do, but look at it! I mean..."

He looked bored.

"Oh never-mind," I said with a frustrated sigh. "It's perfectly normal for you. Hold on, do you have a mirror?"

He gave me a 'you are so completely weird' look and left the room. When he came back, he tossed a hand-held mirror in my lap, then went and flopped back onto the couch.

I peered into the mirror. Brown anime eyes stared back at me. A wave of blackish-brown hair trailed across my cheek. My suspicions had been confirmed. I was in an anime. Now I just had to figure out which one. The boy seemed familiar, so it was probably one of the animes Maggie had tried to get me interested in.

I gave a snort. It was ironic really. I, who had never been interested in such things, was stuck in this world, while Maggie, who would have given an arm and a leg to be here, was still in the really world.

Given an arm and a leg...

I turned to the boy. He was currently in mid-yawn.

"Thank you for helping me," I said sweetly.

The boy opened his eyes and looked at me. His eyes were an unnatural gold color. He looked at me suspiciously.

"You're welcome..."

"May I ask your name?"

"Edward Elric, the Fullmetal alchemist."

That sentence jarred me. I was right. I was in Fullmetal Alchemist, talking to the character that my sister had a plushie of, which she often fell asleep clutching. I looked at him, trying not to start laughing.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Evangeline. Please call me Eva."

His expression, like he expected my head to start doing 360's, completely broke my will. I started laughing. Ed gave me an even more alarmed look.

"Ohh," I gasped, placing a hand on my side. "If only my sister knew who I was talking to right now!"

Ed's face was going through a pace of about twenty emotions a minute.

"She idolizes you."

It didn't seem as though he was sure if he should be pleased or dive for cover at this fact.

"Well," he said with a cough, his face slightly pink. "How did it come about that you were in the middle of the road?"

I cocked my head.

"You probably wouldn't believe me. Lets just say I was hit by a car."

He nodded solemnly.

"You're right, I don't believe you. It's just too weird that you could have been in a car accident."

I rolled my eyes and thought for a minute, searching to explain what had happened to me to him when I barely understood it myself. I finally hit on an answer.

"I think..." I said slowly.

"Bravo."

I glared at him.

"Shut up and let me finish. As I was saying, I might be wrong, but I think this is the best way to explain it. I think I got pulled through the Gate."

Just cause I wasn't interested in anime didn't mean I didn't remember any of it.

Ed looked at me with a frown. The minutes stretched as neither of us said anything. I felt the urge to fidget under his stare, but suppressed it.

"Seriously?" he finally asked.

I shrugged.

"Best that I can figure it out."

Ed sat there, deep in thought. I watched him, absent-mindedly scratching my bandaged arm. He noticed.

"Stop that."

I sat on my hand.

Finally, Ed shrugged.

"Well, I suppose stranger things have happened. But If you're from the other side of the Gate, how do you know about me?"

"Umm... You'reafictionalcharacter. So, how about this weather we're having? Do you think it'll rain later? I like it when it's raining; it's kind of cozy and peaceful."

Ed ignored my avoidance-tactics and got to the root of what I had said. Noisily.

"I'm NOT a fictional character!"

I averted my eyes.

"Um, yeah, you are. My sister has a plushie of you. And people wear t-shirts with your face on them... Not me personally, I don't go for that sort of thing, but I know plenty of people do..."

I glanced at him to see how he was taking this. Seeing his expression, I hastily added:

"But of course that's on the other side of the gate! Here, Roosevelt might be a mythical hero..."

Ed gave me another "you're so weird look."

"Of course," he interjected, "The most reasonable explanation might be that you were hit by a car and think you're someone else."

I fumed for a moment then had an idea. I rifled through my pant pockets, but came up empty.

"Eeeeddddwaard..." I said slowly.

"Whaaaaaaat," he replied.

"Was there anything in my pocket that looked like it was about to fall out that you quite helpfully removed before it was lost?" I asked with slightly gritted teeth.

His face went blank as he thought for a moment.

"Ummmmm...yes."

"Great! Hand it over please!"

Ed raised an eyebrow, but fished through his pockets. A moment later he handed me my MP3 player. I huddled over the screen, praying that it would still work. After everything it had been through, it would be unlikely. I snickered at the thought of the ad the company would run if it had survived the trip through the Gate and they found out about it. "For your inter-dimensional music needs."

"What's that?" asked Ed, breathing down my neck.

"If I can get it to work, I'll show you." I elbowed his arm to make him move.

I slid on one of the earbuds and hesitantly turned on the player. After thinking a moment, the strains of West Side Story filtered into one ear. I grinned triumphantly.

"Here!" I said, handing Ed the ear buds. "Put these in you ears."

He scowled at me.

"Ahahaha, no."

I reached up and tugged his head down to my level.

"Hey!" he yelped.

"Oh hush," I said cheerfully, inserting the ear buds.

"You're much too happy for having five broken ribs," Ed muttered into the blanket.

I released his head and before he could pull the earbuds out, I turned on the player.

His eyes grew wide and he looked unsure if he wanted to pull off the earbuds or not.

"What is that?" he finally asked.

"Umm," I glanced at the screen. "ROCKS."

"It's...loud."

"Oh, sorry, I can fix that."

I turned down the volume a few notches. Ed shook his head and handed me the ear buds.

"Trying to convince me that you were telling the truth?" he asked.

I nodded, turning off the player.

"Well," he said with a shrug, "I guess I'll have to."

I smiled sweetly and put the player in the bedside table.

"I've explained my story," I said. "Your turn to tell me what happened after a blacked out again."

Ed shrugged.

"Nothing really. I brought you in, called a doctor, she took a look at you, and I fell asleep."

I gave him a flat look.

"What?"

"..."

"WHAT?"

"You're noisy."

"..."

"Cool! You even get the anime anger marks here!"

"... What are you smoking?"

"Same thing you are."

"I don't smoke."

"I know that."

"...I hate you."

"Very mature Edochibi-kun."

"What's a chibi?"

"Something small."

"I'M NOT SMALL! WHO ARE YOU CALLING A BEAN? A SPROUT? SO SMALL YOU CAN'T SEE ME OVER THE EDGE OT THE TABLE!?"

"...Oh grow up..."

"RAWR!!!!!!!!"

I watched with a certain amount of amusement at the fiery backdrop behind Ed. Being stuck in an anime certainly was amusing to say the least.

Ed's POV

After punishing Eva dearly for calling me small, I wandered downstairs to find some food. I hadn't eaten in a while and the sound of my stomach grumbling had sort of ruined the fearsome effect of Eva's punishment.

I slid into a chair and yawned widely. The innkeeper came up quietly and placed a plate of my usual breakfast on the table. I thanked him and picked up the mug.

"FULLMETAL!!"

I promptly spit the mouthful of orange juice across the table. Mustang yelling suddenly has that effect on some people.

"MY CAR!!" he wailed.

This man could give Eva a run for her money.

"YOU TOOK MY NEW CAR!!!"

"I left a note," I muttered into my breakfast.

"THERE IS SOMETHING RED ALL OVER THE BACKSEAT!! PLEASE TELL ME THAT'S SOMETHING WASHABLE-!!"

"It's blood."

"AUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHH!!!!!"

In a way it was inspiring to see a grown man wailing like a baby over an inanimate object. It's nice when people are unafraid to show their feelings. Of course it can be kind of creepy too. This fell under the 'creepy" category.

Mustang grabbed the front of my shirt.

"Please tell me it was from a package of fine meat that you bought for me to make up for the fact you took my new car!"

I unpried his hands.

"It wasn't"

"THEN WHAT THE #$ WAS IT THAT MERITED YOU SOILING MY CAR IN SUCH A MANNER?"

"It was a girl."

"..."

"..."

"...Is she pretty?"

"No."

"Then you had no good reason to put her in my car."

I gave him a look that he didn't notice. He was too busy being emo in a corner.

"I resent you saying I wasn't pretty."

I whirled around. Eva was standing in the doorway, steadying herself with one hand.

"Go back to bed. You shouldn't be up," I informed her.

"Suck on a fig."

Eva eyed Roy curled up in the fetal position with a certain amount of interest and amusement.

"Roy Mustang?" she asked, pointing a finger at him.

I nodded sourly.

"I wish I had a camera."

She walked unsteadily to the quivering mass that was once the terror of Central and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I do apologize for the blood," she said sweetly. "I'm afraid that Elric-san was transporting me in your car and I hadn't yet stopped bleeding."

Mustang looked up at her. I could just hear the hallelujah chorus.

"It's quite alright," he finally said. "I would like to think that the use of the vehicle was what helped you receive medical attention quickly."

I was tempted to add right there that it had broken down.

"I'm afraid that Fullmetal spoke untruly. You are without doubt a lovely lady."

Eva shot me a smug look.

Mustang took one of her hands in his and looked into her eyes with a serious look on his face.

"I would be honored if you joined me for dinner when you are feeling better."

Eva opened her mouth to reply...

...and coughed blood on the hand that was clasping hers.

Stifling a laugh, I ran forward and caught Eva as she swayed. Mustang had a look of disbelief and horror on his face as he looked at his crimson gloves.

"Better luck next time," I said evily and carried Eva back upstairs.

"I told you to stay in bed," I scolded her as I shoved the room's door open with my shoulder.

"Shut up... It's not like you ever take care of yourself either," she murmured, her eyes closed.

I opened my mouth to reply, but realized that I didn't have a good retort.

"You have blood all over your chin," I said instead.

"Gee I wonder why..."

I put her on the bed.

"Go back to sleep and don't follow me again," I ordered.

"Yes Master," she groaned, and rolled over.

I rolled my eyes and went back down stairs to help Mustang deal with his new-found blood phobia.

Eva's POV

The next few days were comprised mainly of me trying to get up and do things for myself and Ed stopping me at every turn. I often considered vomiting blood on him, just to see how he'd react.

Even though I was seriously bored and really wanted to listen to music, I avoided using my player. I didn't know how long the batteries would last, and once they died, I wouldn't be able to re-charge them. This put me in a rather bad mood.

"I brought lunch!"

Ed appeared suddenly though the door. I glared at him from my prone position.

"It's soup!"

"If you try to make me eat that chicken soup again, I swear, I'll vomit blood all over you."

"Is that anyway to treat someone who could have left you on the side of the road?"

I glared more ferociously.

"You're never going to let me live that down, are you? It's going to be a point a blackmail until the day I die, isn't it?"

"Probably."

I groaned and looked out the window. Ed's put the bowl down on the table and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Arm."

I stuck out my right arm. Ed flopped my wrist over his shoulder and started changing the bandages. I sighed and closed my eyes.

"So... what's up?"

I didn't open my eyes.

"I'm bored to death, that's what."

The circulation in my arm was quite suddenly cut off.

"Hey!" I yelped, opening my eyes.

Ed grinned with a distinctively evil gleam in his eyes.

"So sorry. It must be this automail arm."

"Sadist," I muttered, and looked back out the window. Ed shrugged and continued wrapping my arm.

"I'm going to be gone for a week or so."

I glanced at Ed. He gave me an unreadably stubborn look and finished with my arm.

"Thanks for warning me," I said and relinquished my arm. "Where too?"

"I'm way over due for some automail maintenance. My leg's too short, stuff like that."

"Oooo. Eddie grew."

"Don't call me Eddie. Sit up."

"In that order?"

"Do we always have to spar? Sit up."

"It makes my bleak existence interesting," I said as I eased myself into a sitting position. Ed rolled his eyes and started unwrapping the bandage around my head.

"I can't see why I can't do this..." I muttered after a moment.

"You wouldn't be accurate enough," said the unflappable Ed.

"I resent that."

"I thought you might."

A few moments of silence.

"You're not going to re-wrap my lower torso too, are you?"

Ed went bright red.

"NO!"

"Good, cause I already did."

Ed turned a very dark red, though from anger or embarrassment, I couldn't say. He stood up hastily.

"Good bye," he said shortly. "Don't kill yourself while I'm gone."

"Okay," I said, laying back down. "Remember to call Winry so you don't get wrenched."

Ed paused as he pulled on his coat and gave a little laugh.

"You do know everything, don't you?"

I grinned.

"Not really."

He laughed again and raised his hand in good bye.

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