Me: And Scar and Lila are so close!

Everyone else: … well… not as much detail.

Me: I couldn't think.

Reviewers I'm just too lazy to write everyone's name down. THANK YOU!

Scar: I AM NOT A PLUSHIE!

Me: SCAR! I WAS SAYING THANK YOU AND YOU INTERUPTED ME! (Grabs pillow) PILLOW FIGHT!

Al: Well… she means well. And she also says thank you everyone for reviewing. You see, her earlier stories weren't very good, or just didn't get a lot of reviews, so reviews make her happy. Thank you all again!

Disclaimer: Don't own.

Chapter 4: Reunion

Lila adjusted the basket of dirty laundry in her arms as she headed towards the river. She liked doing her laundry in the river, it reminded her of before the war. Whenever she was by the river, Scar would jump out at her, and usually ended in the river with her laughing.

That's what saved her life, her alertness near the river. It didn't save Kim, however. Kim died from the explosion when a piece of the bomb hit her in the heart, she died instantly and painlessly.

Lila landed in the river, and soon found herself here.

She had gone back to Ishbal one time, after she had recovered her strength. It was destroyed, bodies everywhere, blood smeared on walls, the stench of death making her sick. It was so silent, it was horrible. She had found Scar's older brother, dead, with markings on him. She couldn't find Scar anywhere, which gave her hope that he was alive. But so far, she hadn't seen or heard anything about him.

She sighed heavily, tears building up. Thinking about Scar always made her cry. She missed him so much. She just wanted him back; she would do anything to be with him again. To have his arms wrapped around her, and see his smile again. To jump out of the way and see him land in the river, and surface laughing and blushing.

She looked down at the ring on her finger; she had never taken it off. Not once. And she wouldn't.

As she reached the river, she looked around, putting down her basket of laundry. She spotted someone under a tree not more then five yards away. He looked so familiar. Wait… that hair… that face…

Lila sprinted towards the young man below the tree. It had to be him; no one else had that scar across his face. As she drew closer she saw him better, and her thoughts were almost confirmed. "SCAR!"

Scar looked up as someone called his name. He spotted the person at once. Black hair tied back in a braid, perfect figure, and an angel's voice… (…Ok that was weak…) "LILA!" He forced himself up only to be knocked back down again as Lila collided with him, her arms wrapped around him in a tight, not to mention painful, hug.

He felt pain burst through his shoulder and leg, but ignored it. He was too busy trying to figure this out. How could this be Lila if he saw her die with his own eyes? But it couldn't be anyone else.

Lila's grip on him loosened slightly as Scar pushed them up. She looked up at him, smiling happily, tears streaming down her face. "It's you," she said, her voice choked. "It's really you! I waited so long."

His eyes softened as he lifted a hand and wiped away her tears. "Yeah Lila, it's me. But how are you here? I saw the bomb hit you."

Lila's eyes filled with tears again as she looked down. "I fell in the river, Kim died when a piece of the bomb hit her in the heart… I'm sorry." She sniffed, and put her face in her hands. "I'm sorry Scar. I couldn't save Kim, and she was so young. She didn't get a chance to live. I'm sorry."

The truth of her words sunk in. The happiness he had felt when he saw Lila died a little. Kim was dead and had been dead. He knew she had been dead, it truly wasn't a surprise. Lila being alive was a surprise.

Scar pulled her hands away from her face, and wiped away the new tears. "It's ok, it wasn't your fault. It was the damn dogs of the military. It's not your fault and I'm not mad at you. I'm just glad you're alive." His eyes suddenly spotted the scar across her cheek. He ran his thumb along it, looking at it, then into her eyes. "Where did you get his scar?"

"The bomb, a piece cut my cheek," explained Lila, putting her head against her boyfriend's shoulder. "So you're the stranger everyone is talking about?"

Scar smiled. "Guess so." Suddenly, everything seemed a whole lot funnier. Kim and his brother were gone, he missed both deeply, but at least they died painlessly, and at least they kept Lila alive.

But in his mind, he still couldn't forgive the alchemists. He still had revenge to carry out.

"Scar look." Lila showed him the ring he gave her. "I still have it. I never forgot your promise."

He pulled out his locket with his ring on it, removed the ring, and put it back on his finger, smiling. "I didn't forget either."

Lila grinned. She suddenly turned her head when she heard voices coming closer and closer. The voices belonged to her friends.

"Lila, there you are! Oh, is this the stranger? And here I thought you were waiting," stated Jasmine, smirking.

"I was," Lila replied hotly. Jasmine wasn't really her friend; she was the village snob who hung out with Lila's other friends. "And my waiting paid off, this is the boy I was waiting for."

Jasmine raised an eyebrow, looking at Scar. "Really?"

Lila nodded, glaring at the other girl.

"Oh this is so exciting," Kisa exclaimed excitedly. "Finally, something exciting!" With that, she dragged the others off.

"Don't ask," Lila snapped when Scar opened his mouth to ask.

He closed it again.

Lila sighed. "Come on, let's get you back to bed." She helped him up, and walked with him as they walked towards her home.

"I'll tell Tom you'll be staying here," Lila said, opening the door, and helping him inside. After he was in bed, she went and got the medical supplies she had, and returned to see what she could do.

As she was rewrapping his shoulder, Scar spoke up. "You know, I can't stay here. I still have people to avenge."

Lila didn't reply at first. She had heard of someone killing the state alchemists. She wasn't for it or against it. It was alchemy that killed her people, yet more killing wasn't what she wanted. She couldn't stop him of course. She was angry too, and also wanted revenge. Kim, Scar's brother, her people, friends, and neighbors, killed by the devil's work of alchemy.

After a minuet, she replied. "I know, and that's why I'm coming too."

"You can't, I won't let you get hurt," said Scar firmly.

Lila stopped, and looked into his eyes, the same determined look in her eyes that was there right before Scar gave her the ring. "I'm coming with you," she said in a way that if it had been anyone else, they would have agreed instantly. "I'm not going to lose you again, got that." She reached for more bandages.

Scar reached out and grabbed her hand, gripping it tightly. She looked back at him. "You're not going to stay no matter what I say, are you?" She shook her head. He sighed, and then looked up, smiling gently. "Alright, you win." He released her hand and let her finish wrapping his shoulder.

Soon it was night. The two ate, then sat together, not really saying anything, just enjoying each other company.

"So when will we go," Lila asked after they had sat in silence for thirty minuets?

"In a week or two," replied Scar. "When I'm healed, that way, I'll be sure not to get into too much trouble."

Lila snorted. "You always get into trouble, no matter what."

"I resent that."

"Resent is such a strong word."

"Strong I guess."

Lila laughed as he sighed. Her laughter was suddenly punctured by a yawn. "Sorry," she muttered, rubbing her eyes tiredly. "I'm a little tired."

"Then go to bed, I'll sleep on the couch," suggested to man sitting with his arm around her.

"You're healing, you take the bed," argued Lila.

"There isn't much difference," pointed out Scar.

"Yes there is, a bed is nicer, that's why you're getting it, you're healing."

"Take the bed, I'll take the couch."

"No, you take the bed, I'll take the couch."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Y…" Scar silenced her by pressing his lips to hers. An effective way to shut her up. He pulled her close, enjoying the kiss. He hadn't kissed her in so long. Before, sometimes Lila would start up an argument just so that he would silence her like this.

After a moment, he pulled back, still holding the girl close. "If we can't agree, we'll share, deal?"

Lila nodded vaguely, rubbing her eyes.

Scar grabbed the crutches and pulled himself up, Lila following him as he walked into her room.

"Stupid," she whispered.

"Stubborn."

"Annoying."

"Sensitive."

"Emotional."

"I am not."

"Are too."

"Not."

"Too."

"Not."

… The steady breathing answered him instead of words. He chuckled softly, closing his eyes, and letting himself drift off to sleep. He could get used to this, having Lila back and all. He had missed her so much. The rest of his family was gone, and so many of his friends were dead, but at least God had spared Lila in return for the grief that he had suffered.

Lila subconsciously smiled, as two arms tightened around her, making her feel safe, even in her dreams.