Welcome back to another chapter of my story. Hope you're enjoying it so far.

Disclaimer: I still don't own FullMetal Alchemist. (Insert witty remark here) Yes, I'm running out of witty remarks. Too early in the morning. (I know, I'm a night owl. Why am I up so early? I don't really know, but you're lucky that you get to read this so soon.)

"I'm Scar?" I said, "You've got to be kidding! I would never lay a hand on you."

"But those memories," said Edward, "They all add up. You must be Scar."

"So does that mean that you're going to avoid me now?" I asked.

"No," said Edward, "I won't avoid you. Even if you really were Scar in your last life, you aren't that same person anymore. Besides, even he had a good side. He saved my little brother's life, after all."

"True, but I still don't want to be Scar," I said.

"Good," said Edward, "Don't be."

I sat silent for a few minutes. I could tell that Edward felt awkward as well. Finally, I spoke up, "Even if I were to tap into my memories from my past life as Scar, and gain that alchemy knowledge, how would that help me to resurrect you? All he knew how to do was destroy."

"I know," said Edward, "That's been bothering me. Tapping into your memories of Scar would give you a good jumpstart in alchemy, but you'd still need to do a lot of study, because of the nature of his alchemy."

I sighed. Was all this even worth the effort, since I appeared to be doomed to failure? I only had a week, just one week, to learn how to transmute Ed, or he'd never get another chance.

"Edward," I said, "I never asked you. What will happen to you if I fail to resurrect you in time?"

"I would probably have to become one of the nature spirits," he said.

"You mean, like a fairy?" I asked.

"Something like that," said Edward, "But I'm hoping that that doesn't have to happen. Fairies aren't immortal like most people think. They become smaller and smaller over the years until they disappear."

"Do you mean that they die completely, no soul to move on, or anything?" I said.

"That's right," said Edward.

I buried my face in my hands. "I only have one week to keep you from that fate, and I don't have a clue what I'm doing!"

Edward placed his hand on my shoulder, and said, "Don't be so hard on yourself, just do your best. I'll help you as much as I possibly can. Now why don't we try to connect you with your past knowledge of alchemy? It's a start, at least."

I wiped the tears from my eyes and said, "Okay, how do I do it?"

"You do it exactly the same way that you connected to your past life before, but with the added knowledge of who you are," said Edward.

I once again put myself into that deep trance, with the knowledge that I was Scar, and wait for the images to show up…but nothing appeared. I tried again…nothing.

"I'm not getting anything," I said, "Not even random images."

"Maybe you're trying too hard," said Edward, "Try it again without pressuring yourself so much."

I put myself into the trance state a third time; again…nothing.

"I'm still not getting anything," I said.

"Hmmm…" said Edward, "Once you know who you are, it should be easy to obtain this information. So, either you're not doing it right, or you're not Scar."

"I hope I'm not Scar," I said, "The thought kind of scares me."

"Well, it appears that you're not him after all," said Edward, patting my shoulder, "I'm kind of relieved."

I managed a small chuckle. "I can't really say that I blame you for that."

December 18th, six days remaining. I had to resurrect him by Christmas Eve, or it would be too late. If only I knew who I had been in my past life. I would just have to go through the list of everyone that Edward ever knew that somewhat fit with my past life memories.

Then I remembered something. My mom and dad had long ago struggled with a bothersome memory which neither of them could actually remember having ever been through, so they went to a psychologist who gave them past life regression therapy. The psychologist, and probably Mom and Dad as well, didn't actually believe in reincarnation, but they couldn't deny how effective the therapy was. I would ask them about it. Maybe that could lend a clue.

I came downstairs after getting dressed, and found Mom cooking breakfast, while Dad was reading a newspaper. "Good morning, sweetheart," my mom said.

"Good morning," I said, "I want to ask you guys a question."

My dad put down his paper which I knew was the go ahead signal.

"A long time ago, you two went to this psychologist guy, right?" I asked, "Did you ever find out who you guys said you were?"

My dad chuckled. "Yes, he told us what we'd said after we came out of the trance. He said that we said that we were a couple doctors."

"Doctors," I said, "Really? Then what was that bothersome memory about?"

"Apparently, somebody killed us," said Dad. Mom chuckled.

"Silly, isn't it?" she said.

"I don't think it's silly," I said, "Did you ever find out what your names were?"

"We had a last name…what was it, honey?" my dad said.

"Rockbell," my mom said. I gasped. "What's the matter, sweetheart?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing," I said, waving my hands, "I just remembered a student at my school named Rockbell that I haven't gotten a present for yet."

"Oh, that's all it is," said my dad, "I didn't know that there was anyone there by the name of Rockbell."

"She's new," I said. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to go get her a present."

"Don't you want to eat breakfast?" my mom asked.

"I'll be back soon," I said. With that, I grabbed my coat and left.

"They were the Rockbell doctors, Winry's parents," I mused to myself as I walked, "Yet they never made the connection. Does that mean that I'm Winry? No, she never would've been able to learn alchemy, and I can. So, who am I?"

I walked to the park, and again sat in the secluded spot by the river. The water had frozen over, but it was still peaceful here, and with it being so cold, there were fewer people here than normal. This was the perfect chance to talk to Edward.

I began repeating my mantra, and within a few minutes, Edward's voice finally came through. (Edward, did you hear what my parents said? Were you there?)

"Yes, I heard what they said. I was just as surprised as you were."

(What do you suppose this means?)

"It means that I'm being put into a family with souls that I knew in their previous lifetimes. That must be why this family was chosen for me."

(But then, who do you suppose I am?)

"Well, seeing that you're not Scar, I can't match up all your memories with any one person. Why don't you try Sensei, as she has attacked me."

I chuckled, then put myself into that deep trance with the knowledge that I was Izumi, and waited for images. No such luck.

(I'm still not getting anything.)

"Darn, I was hoping that would work. She would've been a good candidate too, having actually performed a human transmutation."

(She would've been, but I guess that I'm not her.)

"I'll go ask the keeper of the Gate again. Maybe he can point out something I've overlooked."

(Good idea.)

"I'll check back with you soon then. Keep trying to figure it out until then."

(Okay, I will.)

Then he left again. I opened my eyes and found that I was shivering. I'd better get home, I thought.

I walked in the front door of my house and hung up my coat in the closet. I smelled hash browns. I hoped Mom had saved me some.

"Hi, sweetheart, back already?" said Mom, "Did you get Miss Rockbell a nice present?" I nodded. "Really? And you didn't even need this?" My mom held up my purse. I was paralyzed. I couldn't say a thing in response.

"Would you care to tell me what you've been doing behind my back?" asked Mom.

What to do, what to do…I couldn't let her find out about Edward before Christmas. Wait, that was it! He WAS kind of like a Christmas present, wasn't he?

"The truth is," I said, "I'm actually working on YOUR Christmas present. I've already paid for it, but it takes some…maintenance."

"Why, you sweet thing," said Mom, "Did you spend your whole Christmas gift fund on us? I noticed that you only had a few coins left."

I smiled, "Sorta. It's a special gift." I then turned and walked into the kitchen to find some breakfast.

I overheard Mom tell Dad, "She spent her whole Christmas gift fund on us, wasn't that sweet of her?"

You don't know the half of it, Mom.

Hey, sorry that I threw you all for a loop there, making you all think she was Scar. (I can't make it easy for you to figure me out, can I?) Feel free to kill me if you want, you all have the right to. Just be nice while you're killing me, ok? Heh.

For those of you who don't know FMA very well, Izumi was Ed and Al's alchemy teacher. They had studied on their own for a few years, and then they apprenticed themselves to her. She's normally kind and considerate, but can get pretty rough when angered. She has literally thrown Ed and Al a number of times, especially after she found out that Ed had become a State Alchemist, "a dog of the military".

Anyway, hope you all enjoyed the chapter. Don't forget to review! Yeah!