Author's Note: I do not own FMA or its characters. This is AU.
Foggy
She was still cold. Riza felt for her guns as she opened her eyes. Things were grey and misty. She rolled herself to her feet, checking their surroundings for any threats. Mustang was still unconscious on the ground next to the spot where she had been. They appeared to be in a damp alley off a main road. There was no one around unless the rats investigating the trash cans counted.
Riza knelt beside her colonel. "Sir, wake up."
Mustang groaned. She shook his shoulder. They couldn't afford to be caught off guard. She didn't know where they were or if there were any enemies near by. It wasn't an alley she recognized, but that didn't mean anything. The portal Mustang had been working on was supposed to transfer things across a room. Given that this was not the warehouse the alchemic arrays had been set up in, Riza was fairly certain that things had gone wrong some where.
"Hawkeye?" A pair of dark eyes blinked up at her. "Where are we?"
"I don't know, sir. Do you have any idea where the portal could have dumped us?"
He frowned, sitting up. "It was just supposed to move an object across the room. It wasn't supposed suck us in to it or go anywhere outside the warehouse."
"Then we have a problem, sir."
Peering at their surrounds, Mustang nodded. "You're right. We need to find out where we are."
They warily headed out onto the street, looking for anything that would tell them where they had landed. Finally, the two of them ventured into a store.
"Excuse me," Mustang smiled at the clerk. "We're a little lost. Do you have a map?"
The girl beamed at him. "Of course, sir."
She produced a brightly colored map with the words: London, England blazoned across the top. Mustang thanked her, and they headed outside to study the map. Nothing on the map seemed familiar. With a sigh, Mustang handed her the map.
"I honestly have no idea where we are. I think our best bet is to go back to the alley and see if the original array left any traces behind." He ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know what else we can do at this point."
She nodded, and they headed back down the foggy street.
Theme: Foggy Day