Chapter 2

The Girl Who Looked Like Winry

Edward remembered clearly falling asleep very warm. He remembered little tidbits of the previous night, and remembered feeling like he was home.

He wasn't completely awake yet though. For now he lay there, feeling warm.

He knew that he was still alive, and thank god he was. He was very happy, knowing that he had successfully gotten himself and Ling back to their former world.

The only thing that confused him was that he didn't remember seeing Ling or Envy at all last night. It wasn't Ling that had him put in a bed.

The person who did was a girl with long blonde hair, that was all he could remember.

Winry… he thought.

Winry was the only person who had blonde hair like that, and the only girl he knew who would help him out of a situation like that…

Speaking of which… What situation was he in exactly?

Why was he so weak last night? Was it because the human transmutation was too much for his body to handle?

Also, why was he in a position that Winry would help him? Wouldn't that mean he was back in Rush Valley, or home even?

Home…

He moved a little, disturbing the warmth he was just in.

That was when he realized that the warmth was not all because of blankets. There was a person there too. A female, he would guess. He was holding her, and her head was against his chest.

He had a feeling it was Winry, who saved him last night.

He finally decided to get up, his face fully blushing. He stretched in the bed, sitting up. He scrunched his face and kept his eyes closed, the sun was bright on his face.

He smiled, feeling at peace, that was until he opened his eyes.

There was a blonde girl there. The girl was curled up still, and was not yet awake.

But this girl wasn't Winry. The room was unfamiliar as well. It had blood red and navy blue alternating walls, and there was white furniture everywhere.

Everything looked different.

So naturally, he literally jumped out of the bed.

Did he just sleep in some random girl's bed? Was he just holding her as if she was someone he knew and loved?

That meant Winry didn't save him. This weird girl did.

This also meant that Ling might have not made it back. He would be so pissed if he got Ling killed, even if Ling was Ling, aka, annoying.

He remembered the face as the one from last night now. Who was she?

He shook his head. He really wanted to wake her up, but she looked comfortable, and he really wanted to figure out where the hell he was, and possibly try to remember last night's events again.

He saw an open door, and walked to it, seeing a mirror in it. His hair was bothering him, he wanted to fix it.

No, he didn't feel like he was intruding, after all, this strange girl brought him into the house on her own.

He nearly laughed out loud when he saw his hair. It was really, really poofy. Hair was sticking up from everywhere. He quickly took his hair down and began to tediously brush through it with his fingers.

He then took his time to take in his surroundings.

First of all, he was wearing clothes that were not his own. He closed his eyes tightly, trying not to picture the girl stripping him and putting him into clothes…

Then he walked over to the bathroom's bath tub and crouched down. He stopped brushing his hair and looked at his clothes that lay there.

They were still soaking wet.

He silently and unconsciously thanked the girl for changing him. If she hadn't changed him, he would have been sick as a dog and all moldy.

This also meant that she had seen his metal arm and leg. She must know that he was the Fullmetal Alchemist then…

Not only was the girl's room big, but the bathroom was huge, and the bath tub was bigger than any bath tub he had ever seen. And everything was so neat and clean. The floor looked like expensive tile and the bathroom walls were the same as the bedroom walls. Everything was so.. Colorful.

He stood up and was about to leave the bathroom when the girl walked into it, and bumped into him.

She looked up at him blankly, as if she had no idea who he was.

Did that mean she didn't know who he was?

This sparked some serious Edward anger.

"You!" He poked her in the middle of her chest. "What the hell am I doing here? You know I probably have family that's worried sick because of you?" He ranted on for another long while, and she just looked at him blankly, as if she was still trying to remember who he was.

This boy…. He was annoying.

I looked at him like he was crazy. He kept ranting about his family or something, or how they would be worried sick. He kept blaming me for everything, and I was frankly in too bad of a mood to care.

My mom says I have a split personality. She says in the morning I'm dull and you can't tell who I am. She says I give everyone blank confused stares, and that I seem pissed off at everything. But after I eat and get freshened up, I'm nice and normal. At least, when I am with people I'm comfortable around.

If I don't like the person who I'm interacting with, or I don't know them, then I go right back to my 'black' personality, as my brother calls it.

Whenever I'm in my black mood around my family, they can't help but laugh their asses off…

After they do that, I go black on them.

Let's just say that if someone laughs at me in my black mood, they come out with a scar.

After this boy quieted down, I still looked at him directly in the eyes. I stared him down, and he backed up a step. Then I spoke, "Shut. Up."

He looked at me like I had just shot him. He ranted more, though it was internal.

Tell me, why did I save him again?

Edward continued to yell at her. He was pissed.

But she looked pissed as well. He swore to have seen her vein pulse on her head.

"Shut. Up." She said it like if he didn't she would cut off his head.

So he shut up.

After a minute of her continuously staring him down blankly, she seemed to lighten up a little. Her immense anger subsided. So did Ed's mind-rants.

Then she walked to the mirror and opened it. She reached into behind the mirror and grabbed what looked like a fancy brush. It was bright orange. He was taken back, as there was no such thing as an opening mirror with a secret compartment behind it where he came from.

But then again, wasn't she from the same place he was? Amestris? He sure as hell didn't know anymore.

She turned to him, and grabbed his hair softly, as if caressing it. She still was not speaking though. He flinched a little, but she began brushing it. He was only letting her do this because she hadn't called him short yet. In fact, she was shorter than him.

He was cringing the whole time, as she was ripping through the frizz and immense tangles. She pushed him towards the shower and reached into the cabinet to grab what looked like barber scissors.

I also have this problem where I don't remember what I do when I'm black. I also don't make the best decisions.

I obviously forgot to take that into consideration when I decided to put this guy in the same bed as me.

Edwards eyes opened with fear. She wouldn't cut his hair, would she? He would look weird with shorter hair!

He backed up and yelled, "Don't you come near me with those things!"

She just kept walking.

He could no longer back up any more. he kept telling her to back up, but she wouldn't. She jumped at him and grabbed his hair. He cried out. She yanked him towards her and got him right where she wanted him. She was good. he grimaced as she yanked on his hair more. She opened the scissors and hacked off who knows what.

He cringed as he heard the scissors cut, then she retreated and he stood up, still freaked out.

he felt his hair, but all Edward felt was the same hair he always had.

Ed looked at her confused, and she whispered, "You had a big knot in it." she held up the hair that was in a big clump and he sighed. It wasn't really anything to worry about. She smirked and now Edward's vein pulsed.

She took his clothes off of the bathtub's side and then turned on the water. She shoved his head and hair under the water faucet and scrubbed it with three different things. Ed didn't fight this time, because he now knew it was futile. he could never fight a girl. It was against his code! Well, except for female Homunculus.

She had finished washing his hair and she continued to dry it with the towel very fast.

She brushed through it and threw into a high pony tail.

It looked like Edward's hell was over.

When he looked at her, she seemed more awake, and she did something he didn't expect.

She smiled at him and said, "It looks nice. You should feel it, it's soft."

Edward blushed heavily.

Envy woke much before Ling. The first thing he noticed was that he was back in his human form. He saw Ling and smiled.

Edward was nowhere in sight.

He saw Fullmetal's metal brother's hand and decided to keep a hold on it. Since Edward was now dead, he had a feeling that he wouldn't be delivering it to the metal armor any time soon.

The last thing He did before taking off was kill Ling. He couldn't have this person running around looking for the pipsqueak. He dragged Ling to the closest alley off of the road he woke up on, and got down to business.

Envy skipped the torture and simply stabbed Ling through the heart. He waited for Ling to stop breathing, and for his pulse to cease. He grind evilly, and then began to take in his surroundings, immediately noticing he was not in Amestris or anywhere near that. It was almost as if... As if he was on the other side of the gate.

(A/N)

I've decided to post shorter chapters, ones around 2,000 words now.

This will let me make quicker chapters, and help me overcome my recent arm injury with a LOT less pain xD

Thanks to hikaru1012 Who reviewed!

So anyway, go ahead and hit that sexy blue button below to leave me a comment, or plot suggestions! I'm open to anything as of now! xD

(Chapter 2 edited and fixed as of now! [11-11-11] Yes, i changed the ending haha xD I'm sorry that Ling is still dead though...)