Thank you for reading. x3 3 Hope you enjoy. I'm trying to make them longer. Tell me if I'm not doing an good job on matching Roy's personality. But if you saw the movie, his personality was completely changed. He wasn't a smart-ass like he was in the series. He was a man full of remorse and pain. Almost calm-like. Ah, well. Enjoy.

August shook you awake. Oh… August… I just had a terrible dream that you died… But we got to Shambala. Can you believe that? August grabbed your hand and pulled you out of bed. He had yet to look you in the eye. August… What's going on? He pulled you out the door and the scene changed to the Gate. August?! What's happening?! Then those doors opened. Those thousands of eyes smiled down at you. Their arms flew out to grab August. Only this time… this time he pushed you in the way of those arms. They grabbed you. August?! He looked up at you. His eyes met yours. They were those blank, empty eyes. Blood poured from his mouth. "Help me."

When she jolted up from sleep, she heard screaming. The door to Roy's bedroom flung open as he stood there, gun pointed and ready. The screaming stopped abruptly as she felt tears run down her cheeks. Oh. The screaming came from her. Johanna's tears tasted salty as a few slid into the corners of her mouth. Roy lowered his gun after sweeping the room with his careful gaze. His eye fell upon her. His face was whipped of all emotions, but his eye was full of confusion. "Johanna?"

That was all it took before she felt a sob rip through her body. Johanna heard Roy drop his gun. It was only a matter of seconds before she felt the couch sink, and strong arms wrap around her convulsing body. She buried her face into his chest like she had done with her brother. Roy didn't try to shush her, or try to hell her it would be alright; he just held her in his arms. Safe and sound.

When Johanna stirred from her dreamless slumber, the first thing that caught her senses was a strong, spicy smell. She took a deep breath and slowly let it out. Then she tried to get closer to the smell. It smelled like that blanket… A low chuckle vibrated against her. What in the world? Johanna made a small noise before opening her eyes. She saw… tan. Wait… Her eyes wandered up to meet the face of Roy. That eye was full of humor as he watched her. She quickly pushed away from him feeling her face heat up.

"Uhm. Why… why are you still here?" Johanna stuttered.

"Well, every time I tried to leave, you would cling onto me even tighter," He said, his voice rough. That was a blow to her ego. She didn't say anything back to that as she got up, and walked over to his bedroom. Johanna had learned last night that the bathroom was in there… that ordeal wasn't a pleasant one. Pushing those thoughts away, she walked into the extremely tiny bathroom. It was big enough for a shower, toilet, and sink… squashed together. Johanna splashed water on her face and looked in the mirror. She looked like hell. Her brown hair was sticking up all over the place and her makeup was smeared everywhere. That's lovely. She heaved a sigh. Well, might as well take a shower. That way she wouldn't have to face Roy for a while… Johanna pealed her clothes off and fiddled with the shower until it turned on. She stepped in the fall of the water. As it cascaded down her skin, she realized she couldn't actually feel it. She just felt a pounding on her skin. It was scalding hot, and she couldn't feel it… Tears swelled in her tear ducts. That little thing, water not being the right temperature, pushed her over the edge and once again tears were flowing from her eyes. No noise came from her, but the waterworks flowed. Eventually Johanna reached down to make the water cooler so that she wouldn't get blisters from the scalding hot water. Finally, she could feel the warmth of the water. She pretended that the water could wash it away. Wash all of her feelings away.

When she stepped out of the shower and into the bedroom, Johanna saw a pile of clothes on the bed. A piece of folded paper was on top of them. She opened the paper.

These are for you. We can get you your own clothes in town later.

That was thoughtful of him. A small smile spread across her lips. She quickly put on the clothes before Roy could accidentally walk in on her.

Roy –

He blinked against the harsh whip of the icy wind. Once again, he was outside watching. Waiting. Roy wasn't really cut out for cold weather, being the Flame Alchemist and all; but he would suffer through this. He thought he had to; this was his punishment.

Roy heard the door of his cabin open. Well, he heard the grunt of that woman trying to open it against the wind. He turned to look at her. She wore his clothes, pants and a long sleeve shirt that looked about two sizes too big for her. His heart skipped a beat as he saw her. His eye looked her up and down as she tried to close the door against the wind. She was certainly having quite some trouble with that door.

Once it was closed, Johanna looked at you. Her eyes were wide, whether she knew it or not. There was a pink tint to her cheeks. All he could see was her face. Johanna let out a nervous high-pitched giggle.

"It's rude to stare you know," She mocked Roy. Her statement sounded more like a question. Roy cocked an eyebrow at her. Wait a second here… Something is off.

"Johanna! It's below zero and you barely wearing anything!" He yelled over the wind. Roy grabbed her in his arms and flung open the door. He practically shoved them both in and slammed the door shut. Dragging Johanna over to the fire, he set her down in front of it.

"Stay." Roy nearly growled. She froze in place; no pun intended. He hurried to the sink, and flung open a couple cabinets until he found some towels. After running hot water over the towels, he went back over to Johanna. She looked over at him when he crouched by her. Fear and confusion was written all over her beautiful face. Softly, he pressed a hot towel to her cheek.

"What were you thinking?" He asked quietly after a moment of silence. The fire cracked and popped while she looked like she was struggling for an answer.

"I-I forgot?" Johanna whispered. Roy let out an impatient sigh. She had barely said anything since she had gotten to his little cabin. It was driving him mad, really. This… unknown woman had been delivered into his life, and she wouldn't speak. He could barely read anything about her; other than that she was fearful for something.

"Johanna," He said sternly. "I need to know facts about you." I need to help you…

She didn't bother to hide her flinch. Roy stopped running the towel along her skin for a moment before returning to what he was doing. His thoughts began to wander as silence consumed them once again. He could smell his shampoo radiating off of her hair, but that couldn't conceal what she smelled of. Johanna smelled deliciously of roses. Roy had to fight the urge to inhale deeply as Johanna had done several times around him. Her hair even had a red rose tint to it…

"I'm from Germany." Her whisper cut through the silence. Roy stopped. Germany? Where was that? "1923. They offered for us to go to Shambala. Men volunteered to go; my brother was one of them. We had been searching for a new place to be. Away from the horrors of Germany. You see, we are Jews, and this man. This crazed man. He wanted to take everything we had away from us. Jews, I mean. Us Jews. So my brother hid me in his… armor on the day we were supposed to be sent to Shambala. The next moments are a bit of a blur, but there was this… gate? Yes. A gate. And the men… all of the men were piled up. They were dead already…" Her voice hitched. Roy went back to dragging the hot towel along her skin, silently urging her on. She took a deep, shaky breath and continued.

"The gate… took them. Arms just came out of it and ripped them apart, taking their body parts. I don't understand it, but my brother's suit of armor was holding me." She paused. Roy knew better than to interrupt her now. "He wasn't inside of it. He was the last one taken by the gate. And here I am. In Shambala." When Roy looked up from what he was doing, he noticed that she was dry-eyed. No tears were there.

"This is Amestris." He said at last. Johanna looked at him, confused. "Not Shambala. You are in Amestris."

"Amestris…" She swallowed loudly, then falling silent.

"You shouldn't go outside without more clothes on, next time." Images flashed through Roy's mind. He quickly pushed them away, struggling to keep a professional expression on his face.

"I'm sorry. I didn't notice… that it was so cold."

"How? How did you not notice?" That confused him. How could she not feel the painful whip of the frigid wind?

"I… can't feel pain. Physical pain." When she looked at Roy, she could see the confusion still written on his face. She stood up, pulling out of his hands and walked over to the small corner he called a kitchen. Johanna picked up something he couldn't see and hid it behind her back. She placed her broken arm's hand on the dinner table. The arm snapped as it moved. Roy slowly stood up to see what she was about to do.

"You shouldn't be moving your arm…" Fast as lightning, she pulled what was behind her back and stabbed it through her hand. He couldn't hide his flinch as he stared at her hand. She had just drove a steak knife through her hand. A smug look was on her face as blood pooled out around her hand. Roy felt something snap inside of him.

"Johanna…" A wave of pity washed over him. Did he just cause her to injure herself further? The smugness in her face melted and was replaced with innocent concern.

"What?"

"Johanna…" Roy repeated himself.

"What is it?" Her voice sounded worried now.

"You're loosing a lot of blood," He finally said. No! That was not what he wanted to say! Why did he say that? What was wrong with him?!

Johanna looked down at her hand and let out a yelp as if she had completely forgotten that she had just stabbed herself. She probably had, actually forgotten.

She grabbed the handle of the knife and yanked it out, sending blood flying. The smell of the blood began to fill the room. There was too much of it… Johanna put her hand in the sink and ran water through it. A small smile played on her lips.

Roy looked away. She was obviously clinically insane. He walked quickly up to her and rummaged through a cabinet until he found bandages. Roy took her hand and began to carefully bandage it. The bleeding had to stop sooner or later. Hopefully sooner than later. He refused to look up at her face; he didn't want to see her smiling. She would bleed to death because of a hand wound… Or because she did it because of him. He didn't want to carry another death on his soul.

"I fought in the Ishbal War." Roy said abruptly. Where had that come from? Was he even thinking about that? "Equivalent Exchange. You told me something, I'm telling you something of great importance."

It was silent for a moment.

"You really shouldn't tell me these things," Johanna said quietly. Roy finally looked up at her. The smile was gone, and a remorseful look took its place. He opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off.

"I… I don't want to get attached. When the Gate gets opened again… I plan on leaving. Going back to Germany." She said quietly. Roy began putting everything away in their proper places. He walked over to pick up the towels he used to warm her skin up, and brought them to the table to clean her blood up. He could feel her eyes watching him as he cleaned up her mess.

Johanna walked over with some dry towels and began to help. She really needed to think her plans through. Not just act impulsively. Otherwise there are going to be many more messes they would have to clean up, like this one.

"I'm afraid that you've already gotten attached," He thought out loud.

"'By that sin fell the angels.'" Johanna quoted.