Ace: SO... MANY... REVIEWS! *falls onto floor, dead, twitching, and foaming at the mouth*

Sonya: ... Is this normal?

Greed: Nope!

Kayla: NANANANANANANA, SUPER KAYLA!

Ed: Kayla, no-

Kayla: TO THE KAYLA-CAVE! *runs off*

Roy: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! *comes running out of bathroom*

Envy: THAT IS SO NOT RIGHT! *also comes running from bathroom*

Havoc: I'M SO NOT TAKING A BATHROOM BREAK ANYMORE! *keeps running back to do more paperwork*

Sonya: HA! SUCK IT FOR STEALING ALL OUR CHEEZ-WHIZ!

Roy: I WILL NEVER BE CLEAN, I WILL NEVER BE CLEAN!

Envy: *hides behind Lela, who is sleeping in the corner somewhere in the dark evil basement of doom*

Roy: Hey look, a fire! *runs off to go look at fire*

Greed: ... Did he just-?

Sonya: Oh yeah.

Greed: ANYWAYS, WE'RE NOT ANSWERING REVIEWS!

Sonya: Yeah, no way we're dealing with all 22 of them, so instead, we'll just give all you reviewers honorable mentions and move on with our lives.

Greed: Thank you to DarkVampirePrincess8 (1 review), CSI Aphrodite (3 reviews), Furorensu-Chan (2 reviews), inuluna (1 review), neoko-chan (an unnatural number of reviews, 15; if it was 17, we all would have lost the Game), and EternalHypernova (1 review). If you had a specific request you would like Ace and the rest of us to deal with, please, LEAVE IT IN ANOTHER REVIEW.

Sonya: Blah blah blah, Ace5980 does not own FullMetal Alchemist. Just get on with reading, ya moochers!

2: Connecting Some Missing Dots

Sonya lounged about on the couch, idly waiting. Knowledge had decided to remain on the roof, lucky devil, which left her for the monotonous and boring task of waiting for Roy Mustang to return to his office. Over the course of her years with Knowledge, she'd perfected the art of swapping around her vision filters at will, and she was currently using it to look about the area in terms of heat instead of light, her red eyes glowing faintly in the oppressing darkness. For about the fifth time in as many minutes, she reached up to adjust the hooded cloak Knowledge had given her to disguise her bat ears from unpermitted scrutiny.

She heard the footsteps approaching and closed her eyes, rapidly shifting from heat vision to no vision. She didn't want to be blinded by the shift of light, so it was better for her to be blind on her own terms. Underneath her hood, her ears stiffened, catching the unique sound of the tumblers moving in the door as the man who could only be Roy Mustang came into his office, flicked on the light, and froze at the sight of her. "Do close the door," she offered to him lightly, "I have a proposition for you."

The alchemist made no move to close the door. "It is of no matter of consequence if my team overhears whatever it is you want to tell me."

"Oh no," she said, "looking" at her nails in what was supposed to be an uncaring manner but instead revealed to her that her hand was trembling, "this is for my colleague, not confidentiality. We couldn't care less if your entire team knew what we tell you. No, but my comrade is uncomfortable interacting with human society and only agreed to come if he was dealing with small numbers."

"You say that as though he isn't human."

"He's not and neither am I. I was once, many years ago, but not now."

"What are you then? Chimeras? Homunculi?"

"We are angels who know how to find Edward Elric."

The door slammed shut then, and Sonya smirked. Knowledge was so rarely wrong, especially about the matters of human feelings. Blinking away her blindness, she brought the office into focus and opened a window as wide as it could go. Promptly after she'd gotten out of the way, he corkscrewed in, twisting in midair so that he could land on his feet. He had changed his appearance some to prevent Roy from realizing their close similarity and didn't bother to even try concealing the wings he folded neatly against his back. "See, Justice? I told you this would work."

"Shut up, Knowledge. Just because you're almost always right doesn't mean you should rub it in my face."

"So angels are named after abstract concepts, just like the homunculi were?" Roy asked, looking between the two.

Sonya's hand fisted at the comparison to the homunculi, remembering how she'd always teased Greed about not really having a real human name like she did. "Sort of," she answered gruffly. "I still use my human name, Sonya, since I only discovered I was an angel five years ago."

Roy stiffened, remembering the sole tidbit Al had been able to coax out of Edward the night Kayla had disappeared. Ed had said they'd clashed briefly with a falling angel who'd lost everything. Until now, it'd only seemed like insane rambling, but combined with what he'd heard from the pair, it was likely one of them, perhaps Sonya, had been involved with the incident. "So one of you two were the last to see Kayla, other than Edward himself, before she left."

"Left?" Knowledge chortled, doubling over. "That's rich. Kayla was a wolf chimera. Since wolves mate for life and are very protective of their mate, she would never have even remotely entertained the notion of leaving him for much more than a moment, let alone five years. No, she was kidnapped, and there was nothing either of them could've done to save her."

"So you were the one who fought them?"

"No," Sonya stated dully, "I did that when I wasn't... myself." Seeing Roy's skeptical look, her eyes narrowed. "Why don't you try coming home to what you know for certain is the whole-sale slaughter of your friends, only to find their bodies had been burned to such a fine ash that you couldn't distinguish whose remains were whose and then see how unhinged that'll make you."

Roy had a sickened look on his face from her ghastly account of how the Military had purposely defiled bodies in such a time-consuming manner so as to prevent a proper burial, but she continued. "All I could think about as I carefully gathered up the ashes and buried them was how that damn alchemist must've led Wrath right to us. It's only in the past year that I realized he was as much of a victim as we were, that the whole thing had been one big, disastrous coincidence, that my sole measure of justice had been taken from me already. It gave me some closure, but I don't want or need closure. I just want my lover back."

Roy blinked at that, horrified at the damage King Bradley had done to this woman's psyche. Judging by the shocked look on Knowledge's face, she had just bared more of her inner workings there than she had in five years. He cleared his throat then, sliding his usual mask into place. "So what connection is there between Edward and Sonya's lover? Are they being held at the same place or what?"

Sonya jerked to a standing position, trembling violently. "YOU INSENSITIVE PRICK!" she yelled, "GREED'S DEAD AND LONG GONE!"

Knowledge put a hand on her shoulder, a subtle reminder for her to keep it together. She shook it off, understanding the message but not wanting his comfort. "Edward can't bring him back, you know," Roy said quietly.

She snorted. "Edward's hardly my prize. I have a rather different goal in mind than a burned-out alchemist."

Sonya: YAY, I LOVE IT WHEN THE CHAPTERS ARE ALL ABOUT ME!

Roy: I just love how I'm guest-appearing for the next several.

Greed: Well, actually, from here on in, you're a regular part of the cast.

Roy: SWEET!

Greed: ... which means Furorensu-Chan will be able to stalk you EVERY chapter.

Roy: Not sweet. Can I go home now?

Sonya: Is Hawkeye not gonna shoot you for burning your paperwork to a find crisp?

Roy: ... Um, about that...

Greed: And on that happy note, reviewers this time get some kind of magical reward!

Sonya: I just love how specific you are there.

Greed: I know right? *kisses Sonya*

Roy: *now traumatized for life* Please review. It might make Ace wake up and stop this from happening. *proceeds to curl into a ball in an attempt to hide from the graphicness of the scene before him*