Hi friends!~ Sorry that it takes me so long to update, but I'm always on a strange schedule and I just try to fit in writing wherever I can. Hopefully you like this chapter even though it's short.

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Gray awoke with a groggy mind and with a very warm body.

He opened his eyes slowly, light pouring in from windows unfamiliar to him and his body resting on a couch that he did not know. He was tightly wrapped in a thick blanket, which must have been placed on top of him while he was there, and his head rested on a soft pillow.

He smirked to himself, happy in a way. The people he had seen before must have taken his cold body temperature as something needing to be warmed, and he found it comforting in a way (though at present time he felt as though he was suffocating).

He attempted to lift his body off the furniture he was resting on but he was stopped by a wave of dizziness engulfing his being, bringing him back down on the couch once more.

"Stay there as long as you need." A voice rang out softly from somewhere he couldn't see. His eyes gleamed around his surroundings to notice that he was in the same room he had arrived in. It must have been an office of some sort. And the person who it belonged to was peacefully working on papers while he slept.

As much as he wanted to act like his rival and fight everything, he decided that treating his body first might be best, especially in such a foreign place. He dug himself deeper into the comforter-like blanket, as smothering as it was, and dozed off once more, his dreams empty and unwelcoming.

In his subconscious his ears registers a small clashing sound, one metal makes when it hits one another. He wearily awoke to find the man in the suit once more inches from him. He was surprised yet again, but this time, he had no energy to react. He felt drained, and the sofa was slowly wrapping him in its clutches, and he had no will to fight back. It must have been the exhaustion from his fight with Natsu, as well as the shock and stress of the whole situation occurring, setting into his body. It was trying to recover while he was trying to function.

"I'm sorry," came a surprisingly high pitched voice from the armor, Alphonse backing away slowly from Gray in an attempt to show that he wasn't trying to scare of harm him.

"It's alright." Gray muttered almost inaudibly, closing his eyes once more, his body going limp. He felt so weak and helpless right now, and he didn't like it. He didn't know these people, yet they were acting so kind to him, though one of their own was missing. A soft smile crept onto his lips. It's just like what they would do in Fairy Tail, huh.

He floated in a semiconscious fog, his mind not being able to focus at anything, but his ears caught things of outside conversations.

Alphonse saw Gray supposedly lose consciousness once more and hurried over to Mustang's side, worry in his voice.

"Is there something wrong with him? He won't say awake and he is acting strange."

Mustang didn't look up for his work, though his stopped writing for a moment to think. "I have no idea Alphonse. Edward never seemed to react this way to the gate, and neither did anyone else. It may be from something else. We will just have to wait and see. His life doesn't seem to be in danger, so you can calm down about that."

The younger boy didn't seem to be convinced at all as he stared at the Colonel for a moment more, then went to the opposite facing couch, sitting heavily in it and stayed there, watching Gray in his unnatural slumber.

Gray was unaware how long he had been unconscious, but his body had sure had. He opened his eyes slowly, the ceiling the same one he had met his vision to previously. It was dark and quiet. He lifted the blanket from is limbs and slowly stood, his being feeling light and…amazing in all honesty. He smiled to himself, stretching his arms above his head and releasing a yawn from sleep.

The man he had met before, the colonel, was at his desk still. This time though, he was asleep in the palm of his hand, soft snores coming from his throat. The other, the metal man, still sat on the coach, looking directly at him. The wizard almost jumped in surprise, but made sure not to make a sound, not wanting the alchemist to awake. He stared back at Alphonse, slowly stepping closer. No response. His shoulders relaxed some, realization hitting him slowly that the person in the suit must have fallen asleep as well, though he didn't understand how with all that weight on his shoulders.

Making no noise, the ice mage stepped around the table, going to the door and lightly wrapping his fingers around the handle. He glanced back at the other two, wanting to thank them for their kindness, but not wanting to wake them. Bowing slightly, he silently opened the door, exiting and making his way into the darkness.