Warning: short-ish chapter!

After a week of feeling purely like crap my mother finally decided that I needed to go to the doctor Thursday at 4:50. I have acute sinusitis, acute pharyngitis, and a slight fever. After that diagnosis I am on some hefty drugs and have two more days of it. Strangely enough, I JUST had a SEVERE sinus infection the whole month of May, so this is all very strange. I hardly ever get sick and on rare occasion I do, I'm out for a week. -_- But I feel much better now!

Here's another weekly chapter as promised.

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Chapter 11: Nothing's Impossible

~()~()~ September 15, evening ~()~()~

"Mommy why can't you stay?" a young three-year-old Bella was staring up at her gorgeous dark blond mother, tugging at her pearly satin dress.

Mrs. Regan, or Hisalia as she was called by fellow acquaintances, merely smiled. She had perfect teeth, perfect hair, and perfect skin. Perfect everything. She was the stereotypical rich wife except without the haughtiness. People thought of her as the strongest woman they've ever had the privilege of meeting. Of course Bella just thought of her as a goddess, a shining example of the perfect woman of society.

"Bellatrix," Hisalia chimed in her motherly tone. "Mommy and Daddy must go for our jobs. We'll be back in four weeks, okay?"

Bella couldn't yet count four weeks on her fingers. Four weeks and Christmas would be over. Four weeks and a new year would be here. Four weeks and Bella would turn four.

This meant…they would be gone for her birthday. Her special birthday; January the fourth. Bella felt like crying, but she bit her small lips and bit back the tears.

"Bellatrix," Hisalia bent down, now eye level with her big brown-eyed daughter. Strangely enough, Bella resembled neither of her parents. Both of them had blond hair and blue eyes, and Bella acquired the recessive gene. She even went as far as questioning if she was adopted, but all other paperwork proved she was indeed blood.

"Hush now, baby," Hisalia wrapped her thin arms around the soft child, humming softly, rocking her child frame back and forth.

"What's all the fuss, Hisalia?" Mr. Winston Regan the corporate CEO of the largest department store in Chicago was making his way across the ballroom, half-full wine glass in hand.

The ballroom had receded its population, many other rich executives were past tired and some were leaving the stiffly formal Christmas party. All but a few hoity-toity adults stuck around, laughing like bustling hyenas that filled the air, all the while full with the paraplegic red liquid.

Hisalia briefly looked up at her dear husband. He was standing tall, shoe-lifts in place to hide his height, yet his wife was still taller than he was. "She is having a hard time accepting our little vacation." Hisalia pursed her lips, as though she had been asked a difficult, rhetoric question.

"Mommy, Daddy, I just want you to be here for my birthday," Bella half whined, there were tears laced throughout her hoarsening voice.

Hisalia and Winston stared at each other and sighed. Winston set his now empty wine glass on the round table next to his leg. He squatted down, careful not to get any hostile speck of dirt on his tidy white suit.

"We love you Bellatrix, and we'll be sure to give you the best gift in the world."

Bella was on her bed back in the hotel. She was staring at the golden locket Camile gave her and thought about what gift they gave her. A beautifully carved white doll from India. Bella moved its arm once, just once, and as gentle as a four-year-old could get anyway. It snapped right off. It supposedly cost her dear parents four hundred American dollars. That was near nothing to them, but could feed a whole family for a long time at the part of India they were in at the time.

Bella sighed. She was not nearly as excited, as a four-year-old would be over that doll. That damned doll. She remembered being babysat by her aunt and uncle along with Wyatt accompanying her. The box was wrapped in white; it seemed to be a recurring color scheme for Mr. and Mrs. Regan, and with a golden bow. Fancy. She remembered the fake joy on her cousin's parent's faces when they handed her that box. Pathetic, really. And they knew. They knew what Bella wanted most for her birthday, and her fifth birthday, and sixth, and seventh, and every birthday following.

The brunette slightly smiled. She had a song in her head. 'You And Me' by Lifehouse. It reminded her of the sparse good times with her parents. There was a knock on Bella's door, registering her back to reality.

"Come in."

Luki popped his head through the door with a slightly worried look on his face, Bella noted. But then again, he always looked slightly worried. "Hey."

"Hey," Bella said back, frowning at the cloudiness in his voice. Maybe he was having a bad day too.

Luki took a good look at her, shutting the door behind him. He saw the bed and shoved the blush creeping its way up to flaming his face. He shut himself up, scolding himself for such thoughts. That was so junior high.

"Do you need something?" Bella asked casually.

Luki inched closer and closer very slowly. And by very, well a snail probably looked like a roadrunner compared to him at the moment.

"I'm having trouble sleeping…and eating," Luki mumbled.

Bella nodded. "You…can come here, you know."

Luki looked down at his feet and made a silent 'O' shape with his mouth. His feet got the movement flowing through them again and he made his way awkwardly sitting on the edge of the bed, now suddenly entranced with her feet rather than her face.

Bella frowned at this and fortunate it went unnoticed. She soon shook it off and decided to break the silence…hopefully.

"I can't sleep either," Bella said calmly. When had she been calm? What was he doing to her?

Luki made a humming sound, not retreating his gaze from the now interesting carpet.

"I was just thinking about my parents…" Bella said quietly.

Luki shot his head around, staring now. He blinked at her. Bella was never the kind of girl to share her feelings. Ever since high school and college he always saw her as a girl that never cared what other people thought and certainly never talked about anything relevant to her home life.

"At least you have parents," Luki tried not to stumble over the last word, but it was hard.

Lucky for him, Bella wasn't that observant. "What do you mean?"

Luki sighed before sitting completely on the bed. "You have loving parents that have a lot of money. What more could you want?"

"You have a loving dad," Bella pouted. She crossed her arms thoughtfully.

"Yeah, I know. It just seems he's too overprotective."

"At least he sticks around. I never see mine," Bella went quiet for a moment before continuing. Luki was listening intently, a slight blush dusted across his cheeks.

"They have so much money. It's not like I'm ungrateful, I just wanted to be—live a little more simplistic." Bella looked over at him and drew in a deep breath. "I'm not rambling are I?"

"No, continue," Luki smiled politely.

"They want me to be a lawyer. History has always been my thing, you know? I always knew so much more than the average person, including law process and the works. Well, my parents only want me to do it for the money. I don't. In fact I want to become a nurse…"

Luki blinked. "Then why didn't you stand up to them?" Luki bit his tongue after that. He was starting to sound hypocritical. His father always told him what to do and how to do it and he never had the hoo-ha's to speak for himself.

"I tried," Bella said, not realizing the small spite in Luki's voice. "But I just can't find the words to say it to them. Doesn't matter much now does it?" she said slowly, gesturing to the sky, which related to the parallel universe of their own that they were in.

"I can't tell what's worse. Overprotective or not there," Luki shrugged.

"Pick your poison I guess," Bella sighed, propping herself up to sit cross-legged on the bed.

February 15th, 1997.

Wyatt made his way down the red carpet. His black tux was collecting dust particles from the church. His tiny hands were enlaced with his aunt Hisalia's. She was dotting her wet eyes with a tissue in the other. Wyatt didn't really understand why everyone around was dressed in black or why it was such a big deal.

Wyatt was brought down to the very front pew. The organs were playing a solemn tune and Wyatt swung his legs back and forth boredly. The priest had walked up to the pulpit and said a long, monotonous speech. Wyatt stared around, trying his best to wrap his mind around the deep words.

Aunt Hisalia was nudging Wyatt in the side slightly. He looked up at her but she was merely staring ahead at the priest, wiping away more wet drops. Wyatt looked ahead at the various displays of stainglass windows.

Aunt Hisalia had tapped him on the shoulder, rendering Wyatt free from the snarling pew. The priest gave him a small smile and gestured him to the pulpit with him. Wyatt had to stop in front of the two coffins, open, and with the sleeping faces of his parents. Their portraits from Christmas were sitting pretty on two adjacent tables on either side of the coffins. The smells of orchids were sickeningly sweet…

"We need this to go one way or the other…" Ed said, stopping in front of the coffee table. He had been pacing all night trying to think of what to do next. It was like military tactics, one wrong move and your ship was sunk.

Wyatt was tired enough to sleep right on the floor. He and Ed had been trying to figure out what to do and frankly, Wyatt was sick of it. Al had left a little while earlier for bed and Wyatt envied him. It was only two hours since he woke up from the head injury and he was, oddly, drained from energy.

"Do you have any ideas?" Wyatt opened his eyes and set down his fist from supporting his tired face.

"Like I said," Wyatt started. "Ishval is what they seem to be pointing us to."

Ed pondered this for a moment. "That would explain today's turn of events."

"It's too dangerous to stay here."

"You're right. After you nearly getting a concussion and Camile getting shot we need to leave. Now." Ed went up to go wake up Al and tell him the news.

Camile was lying on her bed trying to clench her teeth shut, thinking that would help the pain in her leg. Her rib and arm stopped hurting by the time she woke up several hours ago and she was bleeding through her stitches and passed out again. Once she woke up a few moments ago she had her stitches in again and thicker bandages.

She heard the doorknob rattling and a certain string of spiky green hair poked through the doorway.

"Hey."

"Hey."

Envy flinched a little. She looked awful. She was so pale. She was so—human.

"You woke up," Envy mused.

Camile forced a slight smirk. "Yep. I wish my knee would stop hurting."

"The doctor came a while ago…"

"And I'm going to live aren't I?" Camile forced a tiny joke, laughing.

Envy just blinked. It wasn't so funny to him. "The bullet ricocheted off your kneecap."

Camile's expression dropped. "Oh."

"You know, you should be more careful!" Envy growled, making a fist. He had trouble hiding the hidden motherly tone in his voice. "Now you're going to have knee problems stupid human!"

"You're the one who went and killed the whole damn campsite!" Camile gave him a stumped look.

Envy looked mildly prideful. "They would've come and killed the rest of you humans if I hadn't."

Camile took a deep breath trying to restrain her frustration with the homunculus. "…Did you find anything useful?" she said, trying to split the tension by changing the subject.

"I thought I saw that little idiot," Envy growled. "But he was fast, even for me."

Camile adjusted her head on the pillow and sunk down into the soft sheets.

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to sleep," Camile replied incredulously. "As you can see I can't really walk right now."

All was quiet for a few more moments and Camile thought she could finally get some rest, but all in vain, Envy stood in a stupor for a while, staring at her.

"…You should stop hurting yourself."

Camile inwardly sighed. So typical for him to be up while she was trying to sleep. Well, her and Wrath used to nag him while he was trying to sleep when Camile was staying at the mansion a few weeks ago, so all was even.

"Hmmm…"

"…I'm glad you're okay." Camile felt a sudden rush of air and she opened her eyes. Envy was gone and the door was closed again. She had a blanket over her unexpectedly.

Did he just really say that? Camile slapped her head.

"Duh! Of course not!"

He likes you~!

Wrath's words kept playing in her head over and over.

He likes you he likes you!

Camile couldn't help the small, disbelieving smile stitched on her face as she fell asleep.

~()~()~ morning ~()~()~

Ed and Al let out a frightened and slightly girly scream as THE SCAR himself was making his way toward him.

"Sir! You need to check in first!"

Scar shot the woman a dangerous look and she quickly took steps back towards the front desk.

"You got a bad reputation since you're going after this villian."

Ed and Al clung onto each other and took a few more steps back. "You're not going to kill us are you?" Al cried. Last time they encountered Scar, he was merciless in fending off the alchemists.

Scar turned his attention to Al with a blank look. "You got your body back I see," he said indifferently.

Ed wiped his sweaty palms quickly on his shirt and stood up tall. "How did you find us?"

Scar yawned. "You're pretty famous, kid. Most of Amestris has news of you going after the guy since that idiot guy named Hughes made news of it."

Oh was Ed going to have a word with Hughes when he got back. "And what do you want with me?"

Scar made an incredulous snicker. "You're sure an idiot to go after him. You may think you kids can get information off him, but you have no idea what you're getting into."

Ed gestured to the seat, still keeping his guard up. "Tell us more."

"Where are your friends anyway?" Scar looked around, taking a seat at the table that looked way too tiny for him.

"Still sleeping. I plan on leaving later this morning for the desert region."

"Then I'm coming with."

Ed flinched. "Ugh," he sighed. He wagged a finger at him. "Only if you tell us about the T.M.K.s first!"

"Big one had powers that vary. Little one can shapeshift- sort of like the homunculus traveling with you," Scar said, sipping on the untouched glass of tea in front of him.

"Are you stalking us?" Ed yelled. Al sweatdropped and backed away.

Scar set down his teacup calmly. "Just to keep an eye on you. This world is a battlefield and you're taking on life's biggest challenge yet."

"Okay," Ed finally settled. "You can come with us. We could use help anyway."

Scar made a winning snicker and continued to sip on his tea.

"Good."

A/N: Yay! Scar! The reason Ed is so frightened of him is because the last time they had seen each other was when Ed and Al were rummaging through Ishval and Scar yelled at them. Like the go-getter Ed is, he told him to 'fly' off (we all know what word he really used) and that's when Scar got angry for them tampering with his hometown and yeah.

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