Strange pairing? yes.
DTMT-Hi! Short but sweet...I think...anyway, I do not own anything...*whispers* is that it?
Mad-*whispers* No...
DTMT-...OH! i almost forgot! Aaannnnddddd~~~~
~~action~~
The stranger looked back as the train whistled, glancing down at the sand, the dirt, and the memories…he had saved so many, it was his job you know. To save people. From themselves, from each other, and occasionally from Aliens.
Yes, he knew about them.
He knew about a lot of things, so many things. Some were good! But unfortunately, most were bad. Why is it, that people don't seem to remember you when you do something fantastic, but it is written in history when it's bad? As time continues on, the information gets twisted or completely erased.
A man in a green uniform approached the stranger "Sir? The train's going to leave. Please, if you are boarding do so now." Taking one last glance around him, the stranger grabbed his brown beat-up briefcase and stepped onto the train.
"Good-bye, my good friends…"
~~Fifty years later~~
"Shit!" A teenage boy sprinted across his flat, jumping over the occasional piece of furniture. One said piece being a peculiar table with old drawings scattered over its surface. "I'm late! Again!" the male grabbed the pair of keys left on the granite countertop, most likely discarded there the previous night, and started back towards the doors.
The boy reached the large oak doors and patted himself down. "OH!" He turned and sprinted over to the kitchen "Food! Food!" snatching the last egg sandwich out of the empty fridge he finally took off out the door and down the corridor of his apartment complex. Reaching the stairs he raced down the seven landings until his leather-clad boots reached the cement floor and continued at a more sedated pace to the Exit door.
Outside the sidewalks were empty aside from the homeless and other workers hurriedly making their commute to wherever they work. Most don't look up, they don't want to be reminded of what is hovering over their heads.…it had happened so fast…The Master.
It came up one day when he was eating his pepperoni pizza stationed in front of his computer system. You see, about 2 years ago Ed got bored hacking the military database. I mean seriously? Buffalo?-and decided to hack someone different. Someone with a lot more secrets than would be expected.
Torchwood.
It was easy! He just followed the Jack guy around. He knew that they suspected if not completely believe that someone has broken through the security measures placed on the mainframe, because occasionally they would report that after an alien sighting was called in, by the time they arrived it was already taken care of. And also the discussion logs...PFT! (Oh the things he read on there!)
But last week there was a post that caught his golden eye.
From: Unknown
The Doctor, we need his help.
Then it got bad… suddenly the world became dark over long weeks and then the next post came from the unknown source.
The master has a plan, he has the Doctor, and we need a way to get inside.
It had seemed that they, as in Torchwood, knew this person. Ed had found out recently that The Master was not human… how? Because there is no alien, to Ed's knowledge, that is round and talks that wants to become friends with the human race.
The teen looked at the sky; the huge gray blob of the bottom of the military aircraft was hard to miss. There he knew was The Master.
"I think it's time for the Fullmetal Alchemist to make his reappearance," Ed smirked and walked off to do his job.
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you might have realized that it is a little...strange but ya...hope you liked it!