Okay, so I seriously owe all of you an apology, since I have actually had this chapter completed since the beginning of October and I had completely forgotten about it, which was really bad on my part. Life has been chaotic, but I refuse to abandon this fic, since it has gotten me to love my writing again and all your encouragement means so much to me. Thank you for sticking in there and enjoying my story.

CopperN13: Thank you for the tip about Alphonse, however it was from Gray's perspective and observation that "the person in the suit must have fallen asleep". Which I didn't realize I wrote that way, so good eye, but now since it has been pointed out, I'm going to be using it to my advantage, so keep a look out on that :).

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE FAIRY TAIL OR FMA FANDOM

It had been nearly thirty minutes since the man named Makarov had left Edward to his lonesome, and the blonde had yet to make a move toward the door for the meal that had been promised beyond. He had no eagerness to be bombarded for who knew the number of people that could be out there awaiting his entrance. His stomach churned at the thought. This wasn't like him in the least, he was never one to get nervous for crowds or large groups of strangers, at least not until he was put into one that he utterly had no knowledge of.

He sighed to himself, rubbing the bridge of his nose in frustration. What was he supposed to do when he had no knowledge?

Find it for himself.

Closing his eyes for a moment, he gathered his thoughts, recalling the previous conversation that he had with the elderly man. After a minute or so, he opened his eyes, slowly swinging his legs to the side of the mattress and moved his weight to his feet and onto the ground. He was still significantly dizzy and in pain, but he pushed past it.

"Okay where to start…" He said this to himself, looking around the small room with bright golden eyes. He noticed the instant he stepped out from under the bed's covers that a significant amount of his clothing had been removed. A light shiver went up his spine and he made it his first objective to obtain his missing articles.

"Currently I am in a place named…Fairy Tail, if I recall correctly. And it is also a guild, which I don't know what that represents, but it most likely means that there are quite a few members." He breathed heavily, hoping that quite a few of those people had left by whatever time it was currently.

He found that searching the room for a few moments turned up fruitful, seeing that the rest of his clothing had been neatly put beside where he previous lay, freshly cleaned and crisp to the touch.

He smiled lightly at the care that had been put in to him as he continued. "As for people so far, there is… Makarov Dreyar…" He rolled the name around, still finding its pronunciation quite strange altogether. Actually, quite a few things in this world seemed out of place to his mind: the names, the clothing, the…hair color. He shook it off for a moment to move on with his assessment. "This man said he was the master of this guild, and did seem to telling the truth with how much respect the other people I saw showed him. Does that mean he is of a colonel's rank and power, or maybe a general? He couldn't possibly be at the Fuhrer's rank, could he? I don't know if there are any more of these guilds, but that means I'll just need to find more information."

He began to pull on his trousers, enjoying the stiffness against his legs. He tucked his undershirt into the waistband, slipping his belt through the bands and tightening it to his satisfaction. He looked at the other articles that he had previously worn; as much as he didn't want to be questioned about himself, it was easier to say a few false truths about his artificial arm than it was the symbol on his jacket. With one more touch, he released his hair from its braid, which had gotten quite unruly through his time unconscious, and put it in a simple ponytail instead.

"Other people include Natsu… the pink haired man who is quite a mystery to me still. I am interested to find out more information about him, especially since I find that he will be a willing source. There is also this Wendy person, who was mentioned to be a healer, which makes me wonder what kind of alchemy or alkahestry she may use. The last is the blonde that I saw right as I arrived from the gate. He is an unknown person."

He breathed out, that being everything that he knew at the moment. He was as prepared as he could as he could be in this sort of situation, at least in his mind he was.

With a lighter feeling in his chest than when he woke, Edward, threw on his combat boots, stretching himself lightly. With a satisfied smirk on his lips, he faced the exit, striding forward into the guild with the confidence of the Fuhrer himself.

So writing this chapter had it's own set of difficulties, many of which led to the use of the internet. Sadly it had been a while since I have been fully emerged into the FMA fandom, which led to many facts that were incorrect. (Okay, maybe I couldn't spell Alkahestry and I didn't remember the military ranks.) Either way, the end result made me happy and I hope everyone enjoyed it.