Second Chances
Disclaimer: I just own cost
A/N: for the second time I realized that my OCs name syncs up with the title. I swear to god I didn't do that on purpose. I just fail like that. This will mostly be a scar chapter but the next one will have Mustang and Edwin so yeah…
Chapter Two: Friends
The boy stares at Scar in confusion his big, red eyes blinking. Scar knows what he said was crazy and there's no way he'll ever believe it.
"You were dead," the child questions. "How is that even possible?"
"I don't know," Scar admits. "It's all fuzzy in my head." He rubs the back of his head which is throbbing painfully. Still the boy doesn't say much, just sits quietly seemingly deep in thought.
"Where are we," Scar finally asks after a moment of uncomfortable silence. The boy seems to flinch.
"About three miles outside Ishbal," Chance mutters.
"But Ishbal was destroyed," Scar says; now he's the confused one.
"It got rebuilt," Chance says. "For a while. But then…the Xing came…"
"Xing," Scar question. "What did they do?" Chance looks away and bites his lip.
"They're at War with Amestris," the boy whispers. "They went threw us or are trying to." He's visibly shaking now.
"We didn't do anything! And now everything is gone again," he draws his knees up to his chest and starts to breath fast. Scar puts his hand on the boy's shoulder.
"Hey it's okay," he knows that's not true but he thinks the kid is having a panic attack. "Please calm down…"
The boy's breathing levels out and he settles back into calmness. He wipes his face trying to hide the tears.
"I'm sorry," he mutters. "I'm kind of stupid, that happens."
"You're not stupid," Scar assures. "Trust me I know how it is."
"Thanks," the boy offers a smile. "What's your name?" Scar frowns. What should he say? Lie? Say scar? But then the kid might know who he really is. He doesn't want to scare him.
"Daniel," his true name sounds unfamiliar on his tongue. Not some criminals name but his true name. The boy smiles lightly.
"I like that name," he says. "I'm Chance…but that's a weird name…"
"You seem hard on yourself," Scar gives a small smile. It feels good to smile for once in a long time. Chance smiles back a little wider this time.
"Hey you must be hunger," Chance says moving toward the supplies. He returns with a small loaf of bread and cheese. "Here eat!" Scar looks at the boy.
"Aren't you going to eat," Scar asks. Chance shakes his head.
"I ate yesterday," the kid says but in perfect but infortune timing his stomach grumbles. Scar sighs and breaks the bread in half.
"Come on you're a kid you gotta eat," scar says handing Chance the bread. They eat in silence before Chance speaks again.
"Thank you," Chance says. "It's been awhile since anyone kinda took care of me. Do you mind if I sleep a little, I haven't in like three days?"
"Yeah of course," Scar offers. Chance instantly curls into a ball and closes his eyes. Scar sighs and leans against the wall. He's starting to wonder how long Chance has been alone…
A/N: Okay so Chance freaked out because he has post-traumatic stress disorder.
