I workz slooow, yo! Enjoy this and review!

I don't own FMA, man, but I sho' own Sylvia.

Yo dawg, I heard you like Fallout 3… which I don't own either, yo.

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"Mustang, I swear the exploded building was not my fault. The guy set off the bomb before I could stop him! Any damage payments go to the city, not the military, right? I'm right, aren't I? Don't just sit there! I swear, I'll pay anything they need. 15,000 sens is my limit, and isn't that more than enough? I've got more! 20,000 sens. No? Not enough? How about-"

"Ed." Lieutenant Colonel Roy Mustang interrupted coolly.

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

"Sure. I mean… yes, sir."

Roy sighed and leaned back in his chair. "That one building isn't going to send the city of Rivet into bankruptcy," he said. "In fact, the city is paying for any damages there might be, like you said." He leaned forward and propped his elbows up on his desk, resting his chin on his hands, which were tangled within one another. "But that's not all I called you into my office for."

Ed caught a mischievous glint in Roy's eyes. Behind him, Al shifted uncomfortably. "It isn't… all?" Ed asked carefully, a sinking feeling developing in his stomach.

"I've got a surprise for you, Ed," Roy said with a smirk. "You-"

Creeeak…

"Oh. She's arrived."

At the door stood Sylvia, looking rather sheepish. She sneezed (From being talked about, she thought), and entered cautiously.

"You're late, Heartbreaker," Roy reprimanded.

"H… Heart…" Ed stammered stupidly. He whirled around. "YOU!"

Sylvia shrank back, but then pulled herself up to her full height (which definitely wasn't much) and marched across the room. She gave Roy a rather halfhearted salute and said, "I'm sorry sir. You wanted to see me, sir?"

"At ease, Heartbreaker. Gee, Ed, you could learn from her," Roy said with a nod. "But, now… down to business.

"Heartbreaker Alchemist Sylvia Harkart and Fullmetal Alchemist Edward Elric. I have decided to make you partners, meaning that you are to work together and assist each other."

Sylvia stared blankly at him. Ed's mouth flapped open and closed like a fish out of water. Al made a little uncomfortable sound.

"Um… may I ask why?" he inquired softly, hoping to not set off his brother.

"You may, Alphonse," Roy replied. "Tell me: what happens when Fullmetal is required to go on a mission that is military-personnel only? Without you, he'd get killed- not only because he's headstrong, reckless, and hot tempered, but also because he may need help defending himself. Besides, three heads are better than one."

"I DON'T WANT HER AS MY PARTNER!!!!" Ed exploded. Sylvia visibly cringed.

"It's either that, or I court-martial you for disobeying a direct order from your commanding officer," Roy said evilly. Ed quieted.

"I understand, Fullmetal," Roy went on, "That your automail is in need in repair, seeing as it was busted up during the tussle on your last mission. I'm giving you a week-long break to go get your automail fixed. While you're doing that, I want you to take Heartbreaker with you, so that you you may become more acquainted with one another."

Ed scoffed, "This is stupid. I bet she's not even good at alchemy. She probably knows only the most basic of transmutations."

"Don't doubt me, Fullmetal," Sylvia snapped. "I'm a professional. I learned from the best."

"Yeah, yeah."

"I'm serious!" Sylvia insisted. "Look at my gloves!" With that, she bounded over to him, shoving her hands in his face. "My cook- Cook Taylor- made them for me. She used to be an alchemist. She sewed transmutation circles into them for me, so I don't have to waste time drawing circles. I just clap, and BOOM!"

She clapped her hands with a resounding SMACK and pressed them to the ground. It glowed with the light of a transmutation. A statue rose from the floor and, as the light faded, one could see it portrayed Sylvia in a heroic pose.

"Admire this utter beauty!" she crowed, then added, "I learned that from Armstrong."

"You need to stop hanging around him," Roy said.

"Alright," Ed muttered. "I admit: you're okay. But I have goals that don't involve serving the military, and you'll just-"

"Court-martial," Roy singsonged. "And someone needs to fix my floor!"

"Grr… fine!" Ed shouted. He stormed out of the room.

Al and Sylvia looked at each other and mentally decided that they had no other choice but to follow.

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Al and Sylvia caught up with Ed easily enough. They found him in the courtyard in front of the HQ.

"So, uh… what do we do?" Sylvia asked shyly.

"Didn't you hear what he said?" Ed snapped. Glaring at her. "We're headed to see my mechanic and 'get better acquainted with one another.'"

Al did not approve of Ed's coldness towards Sylvia, who seemed to want nothing more than to be Ed's friend, really. Not wanting to come across as a mean person (like Ed did), he decided to be as nice to her as possible.

"Ed's mechanic lives in our hometown," he said in the nicest voice he could muster. "She's nice. You'll like her."

"Where is your hometown?" Sylvia asked, staring up at him with a smile.

"Resembool. In the east, near East City," Al replied.

"Sounds nice," Sylvia said with a nod, pulling her long auburn braid over her shoulder and toying with it. "I've never been to East City, or any places in the east, for that matter."

"I wouldn't call Resembool a city," Al laughed. "It's more like a village."

Sylvia opened her mouth to reply, but Ed interrupted her rudely in an irritable voice.

"IF you're done chatting," he spat, "then we should get some tickets for the train."

"Oh, sorry," Sylvia apologized immediately.

Al glared at Ed.

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This was a lot longer, but I read it over and the longness part was boring, so I removed it.

Review… please.