Second Chances

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A/N: Damn my young justice readers are gonna get pissed that I'm working on this story and not my other ones. I did miss Scar though. And I can't wait to get angry Scar…err Daniel. I like calling him Daniel 3. Anyway I'm really trying to introduce Chance's character and personality. I love him too…

Chapter Four: Across the Desert

Chance trekked along behind Daniel. He forgot that bigger people take longer strides. It's the first time he's ever thanks Ishvala he had fake legs, now his feet can't hurt. He doesn't like to complain anyways. So what if he barely sleeps because he's afraid. So what if his side is aching and the stitches make his skin itch. So what if he hasn't got to cut his hair in almost three months and his neck is sweating. He's fine.

That's the type of person he is. He's only concerned with others, doesn't really care about his own needs. And since Daniel seems to be concerned with him, he has to go out of his way to look fine. Of course that's really harder than it sounds. Daniel's taken to calling him 'kid' and that's really all he is: a kid.

"You okay," Scar looks over his shoulder at the thirteen year old. Chance blinks his big eyes because he was off in space.

"Yeah I'm fine," Chance says whipping sweat off his brow. "Is my knife in the bag you've got?"

"Yeah," Scar says feeling in the beg for Chance's knife. It seems the boy always carries on with him, ever since the massacre. Scar feels the military grade knife and hands it to the boy. Chance grins and grabs a handful of his long brown hair and cuts it off near his cheeks. Scar blinks in surprise. Chance puts the knife in his belt and gives Scar a funny look.

"I don't like having it long," Chance almost pouts. "It makes me look a girl and my head and neck gets hot!" Scar smirks.

"It needs to be washed," Scar jokes lightly. He's actually enjoying the light conversation. He spent so many years angry and alone, it feels nice to just talk. And he has a feeling it's keeping Chance happier. War is traumatizing beyond anything anyone can image. He can think of what must be going through the boy's head, what went through his own. It's better to keep him distracted.

"Well we all can't come back room the dead and be clean," Chance says. And it's true, any wound or mess on Scar's body has vanished (though the scar on his face and the cursed arm remain). He's much cleaner than Chance.

"Do you even believe I came back from the dead," Scar asks. Though he's not sure he even believes it. And everything is so blank when he tries to think of what happened before he came back. The only thing he has is strange dreams….

"I've heard weirder things," Chance says. "I lived in a temple. You'd never think of priest to be the gossipy type." Scar actually laughs loudly and it feels unnatural to do but somehow good.

"So you lived in the temple," Scar asks when the thought occurs. "Why?"

"Oh I rewrote the scrolls," Chance says. "A lot of them actually got saved during the massacre but there are only one or two copies of each so I help rewrite them and I get to stay at the temple and eat their food and stuff."

"You must be pretty smart," Scar says.

"Yeah makes up for me being ridiculously small and weak," Chance says.

"I don't think you're weak," Scar says. "You got shot and didn't even cry, even when I was taking the bullet out. That's not weak."

"No its high pain tolerance," Chance says off handedly. "I mean I can read about fighting and mimic the motion but when I actually fight me just kind of fail at it."

"I could teach you," Scar says without really thinking. "I'm a fairly good fighter."

"Fairly good," Chance laughs. "You killed state alchemist!" Scar stops dead in his tracks and Chance, not expecting it, runs into his back and falling in the sand. Scar turns slowly.

"How did you know," he asks a nervous undertone to his voice. Chance looks up at him, having to lean back slightly to do so.

"I had to check you for wounds," Chance says feeling intimated. "I saw your scar and the tattoos and just put two and two together." Scar sighs remember once again that he came back he was wearing the close he died in (Chance had stolen him a white shirt, black jacket and black pants from a Xing solider around his size).

"Why didn't you say anything," Scar demands.

"I didn't think it mattered," Chance says a little too quickly. "There aren't any state Alchemist in Ishbal…yet…and if you came across a Xing solider would make sense because they'd automatically try to kill you!"

"So you don't care that I murder upwards of hundreds of people," Scar asks. Chance merely shrugs his shoulder.

"People kill people for now reason," Chance says. "You had a reason. I'm not saying its okay but I understand why you did it. I figured you just wanted to forget it. Beside..," Chance smiles up at Daniel.

"You seem like a good person, and I like you. I didn't see a reason to make you talk about it," Chance says. "I know how painful memories can be." Scar blinks his eyes.

"You know the last people that found out about that out banished me," Scar says. "And you just forgive it?" Chance, still on the ground, gives a warm smile. I

"Call me bias," he says. "But there are some people I think shouldn't be forgiven and you're not on the list. Besides it's in the past. I'm assuming you're not going to be blowing people's heads off in Resembool?"

"No," Scar offers Chance a hand. "I won't" the boy takes his hand and is pulled up.

"Good," he beams. "Then I don't see a problem." They start to walks again. Chance steps up his face so he can stay at Daniel's side, feeling much more contented there.

"So what's in Resembool," Scar asks.

"Sheep I think," Chance says. Scar shrugs his shoulders.

"I like Sheep."

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"Man I think I do to eat too much," Edward groans. "This is the third time we had to get groceries this week!" Alphonse lays as the walk down the well-worn path into the small town. The sun is warm in the early morning but not too hot. There is a light breeze pushing through the high grass. People walk past them and they whisper…

Did you see them?

Their skin was so dark…

And the scars so hideous!

Neither brother really registers the words as more than vague mutters. That is until they see who is walking down the road. It only takes a second to register the Scar's on his face and Edward attacks…

A/N: wow that was a looooooong chapter for me! Anyways hope you enjoyed and please leave a review!