Second Chances

Disclaimer: I just own Ocs

A/N: this chapter changed a lot! Also please ignore the fact that the time is so screwed up. I don't really care about the time line, just the plot. I'm sorry.

Chapter Seven: Central

He once read about the fight or flight response, he does or did read a lot. So in that time, around the age of ten, Chance came to the conclusion that for him it was flight. Servile he guesses, being small and weak running seems best.

This is becoming more of a down fall as he sits with two solders, an ex-serial killer, and two alchemists. Somehow he's less scared of Serial Killer, Scar; he guess is what they use to call. Chance wonders why he is allowed to call Scar by his real name.

At the moment the group has finally come to some agreement. The fact that they have concluded that, whether throw a dream or interaction, somehow the thing they call 'Truth' has brought them together and is playing a 'game' with them.

"So what does that mean," Mustang finally asks.

"It means this thing is fucking with us," Scar growls. "I'm not playing along."

"You don't even remotely understand what this thing is," Mustang demands.

"Can you do," Scar snaps. "You just dream about it, those two are the only ones who have actually seen it!"

"Doesn't mean we understand it," Al sighs. "I don't think anyone really does."

"So where does that leave us," Riza asks resting a hand on Roy's leg.

"The military's liberty in central," Roy offers. "I'm sure we could dig up so information there." Chance and Scar exchange looks. Chance's is of panic, clearly he doesn't want to go anywhere near Amerstrians, he can hardly handle the small amount he's with now.

"Yeah because that worked so damn well the first time I went to central," Scar points out.

"Well you were dead no one's going to be looking for you," Al offers as a small attempt at comfort though Scar scowls shows it's failure.

"Well you don't have a choice," Edward snaps. Scar raises to his full height which still toward over Edward.

"Do you think you can control me," the Ishvalan man growls deep in his throat. Chance steps up putting his hand on Scar's arm to calm him.

"Please let's just calm down," Chance offers. "None of you are getting anywhere by fighting." Edward glares furiously at Chance who despite his best attempt to stand his ground can only step slight behind Daniel and hating every movement. Scar doesn't seem to mind in the least but it does seem to make him like Ed even less.

"He's right," Al offers Chance a reassuring smile but the boy doesn't return it. "We just need to think about this. But really there's nothing we can do here. Central does seem like the most logical next step." Scar sighs in defeat because he can't help but agree. Either which way he looks at it, he is royally screwed.

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Daniel and Chance sit quietly on the back porch watching the fireflies. Chance settles his chin on his knees staring at the random flicks of light.

"I've never seen them before," Chance admits. "It's really pretty." Scar smiles lightly. He forgot he liked kids, a lot more than adults. Kids aren't like adults; they don't lie for no reason or do horrible things because they can. No kids usually have reasons behind everything they do. And Chance is just nice, loyal as hell (though Scar knows he's not the best person to be loyal to). He needs someone on his side.

"If you go to central can I come," Chance asks off handedly.

"Do you want too," Scar raises an eyebrow. Chance sighs.

"I don't want to stay here without you," Chance says.

"Why do you like me so much," Scar asks. Chance shrugs.

"Because I've been taking of myself since the mass cure," Chance says. "It's nice to have someone to take care and a friend…I didn't have those either. And I don't really know, I just like you."

"You're kind of a strange kid," Scar says. "But that's okay, so am I…"

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Chance adjusts the hat Winery gave him and watches Scar pull up his hood. To say they feel awkward is needless to say. They stand close to each other and try not to stand out (which is hard when you're a six foot something mass of pure muscle).

Once on the train Riza and Roy go to their own seat and Chance and Scar sit across from Ed and Al. Scar and Edward instantly go into a macho stare off. Which would be funny if one of them wasn't an ex serial killer. Chance sighs and grabs his back pack. The thing has almost always been with him, is survival begged.

Sitting quietly he almost wants to talk to Al, who seems to not hate him. And appeal Scar saved his life. He'll have to ask about that later. Scar is still glaring, Chance is secretly wondering if the man is bipolar.

"Do you have any siblings," Chance jumps realizing Al did what he was thinking. Chance blinks but offers a small smile.

"Umm my brother David," Chance says. "He was older than me…but he's kinda…gone."

"Oh I'm sorry,' Al says.

"No it's okay," Chance smiles. "I've had time to come to terms with it. It's not bad to remember." Scar wishes he could have thought that simply. Chance and Al talk for a while sharing stories. Chance smiles and seems to have relaxed slightly when the train stops. Nervously to two Ishvalan follow the alchemist off and rejoin Roy and Riza.

The train station is overly crowded, making the Ishvalan nervous. Despite the fact that Scar has been here before it doesn't make it any easier.

"The four of you will be staying with Gracia and Elicia," Mustang says. "They're both eager to see you boys again." Ed and Al smile, Chance and Scar have no clue that those people are. Still they go along with it, they don't have a choice.

A/N: I'm sick of freakishly strong OCS so Chance is kind of weak at this point.