Okeydokey! Next chapter! A little filler/ introduction for this one!

Liz: Just with me really, no Envy or Ed yet.

Al: And I'm not even in this story till the end...

Liz: It's ok Al. Everyone still thinks you're adorable.

Wrath: Like me!

Envy: Kid, you aren't in this story at all...

Wrath: The authoress wanted to please everyone by putting me in the authors notes

I thought we could use a dose of cuteness because as we all know, Ed's too temperamental, We needed a supplement for Al, Liz is a psycho and you Envy, certinly don't cut it.

Envy: I'll take that as a compliment

Interpret how you will...

Liz: REVIEW!

Sunlight streamed through my window, uncomfortably urging me to wake up. With a groan I rolled over and burried my head in my pillow. I didn't want to get up. I would much prefer to unproductivly waste the day away.

"Rise in shine little human!"

"Don't call me little" I mumbled into my pillow.

"It's not refering to your height. Merely your insignificance."

"Well if I'm so insignificant then get out of my head!" I snapped. "God, you're annoying!"

Oh you didn't know? Apparently Old Mr. Truth decided that not only did he want to stalk my dreams or throw me across dimensions but he also wanted to hang out in my mind, providing less then welcome commentary on my actions and fortune cookie worthy, pieces of advice. I had finally decided to just make him a he even though he explained that he technically didn't have a gender as he wasn't a human but rather a state of mind.

Well I wanted that state of mind out of my head!

"Remind me again why you take the time to hang around in my head" I muttered, rubbing my eyes as I sat up against the head board.

"I have nothing better to do of course!" Truth giggled all creepy like. He did that alot.

"Of all people you could stalk why me?" I asked moodily.

"I told you, you're interesting" Truth answered impatiently. "Also, as I am Truth, you should know that I can multi task. I'm doing plenty of other productive things right now. This whole endevour is really just a-"

"A hobby?" I asked dryly.

"Exactly!"

"Fan. Bloody. Tastic."

"Liz? Are you up?" the sound of Gracia reached my room from the stair well. "Come one down! I made breakfast."

"Coming!" I called before sighing and swinging my legs off the side of the bed and muttering to myself "At this un godly hour? Ugh..."

"It's already ten o clock" Truth stated very matter of factly.

See this is the problem with muttering to myself. It's almost never to myself anymore because Truth comments on everything that is muttered. He's incredibly annoying like that.

Hurriedly I dressed and pulled on my black jacket. Over on the desk sat my sentimental possesions, my little connection to my old life. My old, state issued pocket watch that used to represent my certification as a state alchemist and my choice wepons, the two knives with transmutation circles carved on the hilt. Not that they could do alchemy any more... alchemy was impossible in this world as Truth had explained to me. They were more like a decorative, nostalgic sentament.

I picked up my pocket watch and rubbed my thumb thoughtfully over the shiny surface of the lion, smiling sadly before stuffing it in my pocket. Then tied my two knives to my belt and let my jacket fall in front of them, obscuring them from view before I headed down the stairs.

Gracia smiled as I came into the room and sat down in the chair "How are you doing?"

"Dandy" I held my thumbs up, my voice less than enthusiastic. "A little tired is all."

"Understandably" she slid a bowl of colorless poridge in fron of me. It was all anyone could really afford these days for breakfast, if they were lucky. "You haven't been sleeping too much lately have you?"

I shrugged "Yeah... I don't sleep too well at night any more."

The sad understanding smile that flitted across her face was one I saw alot. As far as everyone else knew I was an amnesiac, and I had no memory of my existence. If I told them I was from another dimension, they'd put me in a padded cell and never let me out again.

"Well" she turned back away from me and proceeded to clean the counters "If you don't mind helping me tidy up the place a little bit before you head out for the day I'd be much obliged. This place is getting a little dusty."

"Aren't I obligated to help you" I pointed out. "For letting me stay here all this time, free of charge."

"You've well earned your stay here Liz." she assured me with a smile. "But I do appreciate your help."

"No problem" I stood. "I could use something to do with my hands."

"Anything" I added to myself. "To keep my mind off of my old life."

It was a little past noon when I headed out for the day. The streets were bustling with the usual afternoon crowd, all talking and chattering too eachother. Children ran around playing with their makeshift toys, their squeals of delight echoing through the streets. Times were hard but people still managed to keep positive, be happy, and live. It was fun just to watch this life go on around me and at the same time, completly depressing.

"Good morning Liz" Hughes called with his usual friendly smile and a wave. "Nice to see you out and about today."

"Morning officer Hughes" I trotted over to the man, grinning.

If there was one thing good about this world, it was that I had Hughes back. He was still friendly as ever, a nice man, not quite haveing the courage to hook up with Gracia yet but he was working on it. I had missed Hughes before. Of all the people I knew who died he was one of the most tragic deaths.

"How's traffic today?" I asked lightly.

"Let's see... No riots or brawls" he mused. "No thieves... no crazed people with guns... over all pretty good I'd say" I grinned. "And how are you doing on this fine afternoon. Nothing has jogged your memories yet?"

"Nope" I shook my head. "Still have that stupid amnesia."

"Ah, well. We're glad to have you in this fine city as long as you'd like to stay" he grinned and patted me on the back. "So uh... how's Gracia doing?"

"Single" I said slyly. "Jump on the chance Hughes! It won't last forever."

"Hmph" he frowned at me a slight blush coming over his face. "You should respect your superiors a litte more Liz. I'm not insinuating anything! I'm just conserned with her well being as a woman running a buisness because she's a close friend."

"Uh huh." I smirked. "Very close."

"You're impossible" he sighed and just continued to grin.

Suddenly a cry went out "He took my purse! Someone stop him!"

We both turned to see a man with a crazy desperate look in his eye, sprinting twoards us, a purse under his arm. At the sight of Hughes he skidded to a stop and, pulling out a gun, he grabbed the first person he could reach.

This person just happened to be me.

You realize nothings changed don't you?

With a arm wrapped around my waist and a gun held against mmy temple the man whispered gruffly in my ear "Stay nice and still sweetheart..."

Ugh... nicknames... I hate nicknames.

"Don't come any closer" the desperate man warned Hughes. "Or I'll shoot the little girl!"

...Twitch

Hughes grinned and shook his head "You picked the wrong person to take hostage."

I flashed a smirk and drove my boot on top of his before twisting out of his grasp. With a yell he raised the gun to point at me but I siezed the hilt of one of my knives and swung the blade upward, knocking the gun from his hand. Quickly I shot around him, grabbing his right wrist tightly and twisting it forcefully behind his back before slamming him up against the wall, pinning him against the stone.

"Don't call me little." I growled.

Our audience in the square clapped at the display, a gesture that made me want to roll my eyes.

"You never fail to dissapoint Liz" Hughes smiled as he hand cuffed the man. "I have to take this deliquent in. I'll see you later."

"Right" I grinned and sheathed my knife. "See ya later."

A short pain went through my abdomen and my hand reached automatically to my scar as I winsed. Too much exertion... It wasn't a good idea to over exert myself these days or I was at risk of setting off an attack.

With a sigh I kicked a stone on the pavement and stared at the ground.

"Thank you" I looked up to see the young woman who had her purse stolen smiling appreciativly at me. She had long, straight, golden blonde hair and blue eyes like so many Germans did. She reminded me a little of Winry, but she wasn't... I had yet to meet Winry's identical. The woman continued, bowing her head slightly in graditude "I wasn't sure what I'd do without the money in here."

I smiled "No problem."

Just another life in the day of a pretend amnesiac. Nothing out of the ordinary.

...But I wished there was.


Hope you liked this short chapter of filler!

Liz: Yeah filler!

Ed: I'll come in soon, promise!

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