Hawkeye was shaking my shoulder, saying something to me. I tried, honestly I tried to wake up and listen, but my body was so tired, and it was so much more comfortable to just lay there. It took all I had to slowly sit up and look at her.

"Are you alright? You don't look very well?" She placed a hand on my forehead, I wasn't hot, just tired. It was so hard to move, even breath. "Well you don't have fever, Come on my grandfather will be here to see you soon."

She helped me stand up and then lead the way back to the Colonel office. I was kind of glad that the blond man, Havoc, was with her. On the way up I almost fell twice but Havoc was right there. He'd help me up, the second time he insisted on holding on to my elbow, and I was too tired to object.

I sat in front of Mustang's desk, today I could barely stay sitting. I leaned heavily on my knees, half aware that the cuffs I'd broken were on my wrists, and that nobody had noticed they were ruined. Mustang was saying something, I looked up at him, "Huh?"

He looked irritated, "I said, We need to know your name. I mean we can't keep calling you 'the girl related to the Flying Alchemist'. So what do we call you?" He pulled out my letter, "Dal-i-ka? Angel? Which one?"

"Only my Grandfather ever calls me, Dalka, or Angel. My family calls me by my middle name, Alix I guess you guys can call me that too." I told him half heartedly.

He looked at me head cocked to one side, "Hey, what's up with you? Yesterday you were all, 'I'll beat the crap out of you,' and today it's like you're not even here."

Suddenly I couldn't breath, "Air," I pushed out. It didn't make more then a slight noise.

"What?"

I was having trouble thinking, "Air," it was just a little louder now.

"Kid, I can't hear you."

My vision tunneled in, I saw the window behind him, AIR my mind screamed.

The next thing I knew I was hanging out the window, I could breath again, I could feel the wind with my hair. For some reason the sky was green and had trees and the ground was blue and had clouds. I felt strange pressure on my ankle, and realized I was upside down and literally out side the window, completely.

I screamed. I was terrified. Not even once had I ever been this scared.

"Stop screaming, and wiggling." Came a call from above me, "If you stop moving I might be able to pull you up." I looked up, or down depending on your point of view, it was Mustang holding on to my ankle. My back was against the concrete, an odd ledge in the small of my back. Hawkeye's voice could be heard in the room, yelling. Then Havoc's head popped out of the window he grabbed my ankle too. "Ok. On the count of three we're going to pull you up."

I tried not to move but I wanted badly to either go up or down. I nodded not trusting my voice. "Ok! Ready everybody, One… Two… Three. PULL."

My body moved up a little, I screamed, my back was on fire. I could feel a little bit of something wet traveling down my back, I prayed it wasn't blood. "STOP, stop, stop. It hurts." I cried Mustang pasted the orders along, the pulling movement stopped.

"Alix, Are you OK?" Havoc asked, who had told him my name?

"You can't pull me up that way, it hurts too much." I called up, There was a crowd gathering under us. "I think my back scraping against something."

"Well? How the hell else are we suppose to pull you up," Mustang yelled at me.

I mind was already running a hundred miles an hour after that question. I remembered something my Sensei had insisted I do, every now and then, but I'd need to calm down first. "I've got an idea, but it's going to take a while, and someone else needs to grab my other ankle." I stuck it up strait, two other men squeezed into the window frame and grabbed my ankle, "Got a good grip?"

"Would you just hurry up already!!?" Mustang yelled at me.

That annoyed me, "Keep your pants on!!" good; if I could control my fear enough to get angry I could do what I had to next. That didn't make it any easier though.

I wrapped my arms around my waist, it was then that I noticed the handcuffs were gone. I took several deep breaths, I closed my mind to everything but the feel of the wind, the sound of the birds. I imagined my self moving up, I was in a sitting position, I saw my self sitting. Then I kept going, I imagined my ankles hooking the window seal, then my knees, and I pulled myself up even further.

Hands gripping my arms woke me up from the trance-like state. I nearly fell again but the hands pulled me into the room. It took me a minute to realize the hands were the people from the office.

I fell to the floor my ankles too weak to hold me. Mustang had collapsed into a chair, Hawkeye was trying to figure out if I was ok, and several of the men, save two were talking about how scary that was. The two that weren't was Havoc, and some other man that was yelling at Mustang about how to treat a young woman. This was too much pressure, too strange, too hard to keep up with. I started to cry, and then collapsed into my lap. I just wanted to go home. A lot of the yelling stopped.

Hawkeye touched my back, I flinched, it hurt so much. "You're bleeding."

Of course, my brain screamed, why do you think I screamed earlier?

"All of you. Out." Hawkeye's voice ordered. I heard several sets of footsteps hurry out of the room, Hawkeye must have drawn her gun. "Everyone's gone I'm going to see what I can do for your back." There was a gentle tug on my shirt a she pulled it up, she didn't have to go far, the pain only went to just under my bra strap. I felt gentle fingers dabbing something on my back, and then placing bandages across it.

"You're lucky, I'm use to having to patch people around here. My first aid kit's always well stocked." She told me, I think she was trying to distract me.

"That man, the dark haired one, who was he?" I said, it sounded muffled but Hawkeye heard me.

"Maes Hughes, He came down with the Brigadier General, to see you. He's an information expert, He heard about you and wanted to see you for him self." She told me.

"I hope I didn't disappoint him," I tried to joke.

"All done," she said, I heard her packing away her kit. "I'm going to close this window."

"NO!" I practically yelled, "Keep it open, I need it open. I need the air."

"Okay," She said gently, pulling my shirt back down and put something over my shoulders.

"I'm just going to stay here for a while," I told her. I heard doors open and people walking back in.

"Every thing Okay in here?" That was Mustang's voice he actually sounded worried.

"She's got some pretty bad scratches on her back, but other then that I think she'll be fine." Hawkeye told him.

I practically felt his eyes wandering over my form on the floor. I pushed my self up and carefully leaned against the window, "Really," I wagged a hand at him, "I'm better now. I just need some air." I gripped the coat Hawkeye had given me.

I saw his reply coming before he even opened his mouth, "Well, I think you got it."

An eerie silence spread between us before I broke it, "So where's Armstrong? I'm sure if he'd been here he could have just lifted me up and then said I weighted no more then an angel." Or some B.S. like that, I added to my self.

Mustang sat at his desk watching me, "Yeah well, I already sent him out on his next assignment." Over next to the chair I had been sitting in Hawkeye was picking up the handcuffs. "You did quiet a number on those," Mustang said.

"Put another set on me I'll do it again." I shot a look at him, "Did I entertain your friend? I do hate it when I disappoint people," I faked a pout.

Mustang ignored it, he was surprisingly good at that. "Probably, He went to get the Brigadier General, in case that's your next question."

"Actually, my next one was 'What are you going to do with me now?'" I gave him the same smug smile he'd given me the other day.

"Well I think we don't have much other choice, about that matter, but I'll have to see what the General…" The door slammed open at that moment, and a large old man, with a crew cut came quickly in flanked by Hughes.

"I saw what happened," He said to Mustang, "and I've got to say, you've got some reflexes on you boy. Good job," He pounded Mustang on the back, heartily before he noticed me sitting in the window seal. "Damn, Fin, if I didn't know better I'd say you looked like you where still in your teens. Does time not pass at the same rate over there or something?"

I blinked rabidly at him, he sincerely looked like the man from the picture, just older. "Uhh…"

"Well, speak up, Fin. Did all that training jump out of you or are you just speechless at how much I've aged?" He stood several feet away from me.

"I think," I said standing up, the coat fell to the floor. "You've made a mistake. I'm not Fin, I'm his granddaughter."

He pulled out a pair of glasses and looked at me again, "Well I'll be, you are a girl. Damn, you look so much like your grandfather use to."

I went up to Mustang's desk and pulled the photo out of my letter. "You're this guy right?" I asked pointing to the light haired man standing next to my grandfather.

"I am. Tell me, how's old Fin been?" He said changing the subject very quickly.

I had to turn back to the window before I could answer, "He died, about two days ago."

"I'm sorry," Several voices said, then Grumman's continued, "Fin and I were very good friends. I understand you pain, if only a little." He touched my shoulder, "I was there when he appeared almost out of thin air. Just like with you, the whole military had their underwear in a bunch trying to figure out what to do with a man who had no clue about this country, but had already proven himself able, and welling to help." I looked at him almost understanding what he was saying. I was so clueless I felt like a new born babe. "Come let's take a walk. I'm sure you have many questions, and I've explained them once already to someone." He smiled kindly, I blinked damn this man sure can change subjects quickly. He took, or rather dragged me off, for a walk in a nearby park. When we got back he had a plan.

"What?" Mustang looked up at the General. I was already sitting in the window fame. It was sort of amusing to watch Mustang be dumb founded.

"I said I want Dalka to be trained to be an alchemist. She's smart enough for it, and you said yourself she shows an amazing talent for alchemy. She already had a basic understanding for the science, I'm sure she'll do as well if not better then her grandfather. He's already taught her some things, she just doesn't understand what it all means. So I want you to find someone within you command to teach her." He cocked an eyebrow at Mustang, "That's and order, Colonel."

His glare reminded me ,a lot, of Hawkeye's. Very scary, but it wasn't aimed at me so I didn't react. I did however suppress the urge to giggle at Mustang, incase that glare might be shot at me. It didn't bother me that Grumman had called me by my first name like my grandpa had, if fact it was comforting that he could actually pronounce it correctly.

The colonel sighed, "Yes sir, I'll see who I can spare." Grumman winked at me, "Until then, sir, what am I suppose to do with her?"

"Well I expect you to bring someone up fairly quickly, but there are some things I think she'd benefit from seeing. So, I'll take her out for the day, and since I'm staying with my granddaughter, I'm sure she wouldn't mind putting up with another guest." He grinned at Hawkeye, who sighed. I gave her my I'm-sorry-to-put-you-through-this look, she nodded in reply.

"Sir, I'm going to have to insist on a few things to agree to this plan," Mustang stood, so he could look at both of us easily.

"Alright, let's hear them, then. You're burning daylight here, boy." The general sounded impatient, but I had a feeling he'd expected it.

"She must participate in the State Exam, like everyone else."

Duh, the voice in the back of my head said, I don't expect special treatment.

"If she doesn't pass, she has to serve her time for impersonating an officer, since she couldn't easily get to any of her other weapons, I won't bring her up on charges for that. That totals to only three year in prison."

Okay, that doesn't sound so good. I slapped a mental hand over my mental big mouth.

"And she has to take the next exam, I believe it's a month away."

My jaw dropped, my real jaw that is. How the hell does he expect me to be fucking ready that damn quickly? My brain screamed. My mouth said as much, before I had a chance to filter the curses.

Grumman lifted an eyebrow, much like my grandpa.

I apologized.

Mustang gave me his famous smirk, "Study really, really hard."

Mustang dismissed me, and Grumman lead me of somewhere, he refused to tell me where. I think he enjoyed being around me, and his presence helped me with my grief. Eventually we arrived in a large cleared area, there was a single small obyx in the center. Around it was a fountain, with beautiful detail placed in it. The most impressive part about it was that it was solid marble, and looked as though it was one single piece. Upon the top sat four angels, each holding a jar in different ways. They all stood, one leaning forward to pour, another holding the jar close to her, another held it as thought the jar was unwanted, and the final leaning back to pour. Their postures screamed of their different emotions, blissful, diligent, upset, and uncaring. The jars continuously poured out water into lower area, where people were drawing water. I couldn't take my eyes off of it, it was amazing.

"This is one of the famous tourist places in East City. The secondary Alchemist with our platoon made that when your grandfather disappeared. It was during a big attack in this city. He saved most of our lives. We were attacking back, and he stopped a bomb with alchemy, and then he was just gone." Grumman sighed, he followed me up to the fountain, and sat on the edge. "Everyone thought he'd been killed by a bomb but the only thing we ever found of him was his burnt coat. Some how we all knew we'd never see him again. So Macen made this thing, Fin always did approve of things that were useful as well as beautiful. Macen pulled it up over a giant reseivar so this water's about as pure as it gets."

"So you guys made a monument for my grandfather?" I asked tracing one of the black veins in the white marble.

"Yes, He was a war hero, the most decorated state Alchemist in history. He did more things to save people fighting on either side in two weeks then most men would do in three years." He spoke about my grandfather in awe. "He was so confused, didn't know a thing about what was going on around him, He thought it was 1933."

I gave Grumman a look, "What year was it?"

He laughed until he saw my face, "Oh, you're were serious? It was 1890. I mean it's only just 1940, now."

I was shocked, "That's imposable, it 2007."

"Well, that would explain some things about you and Fin. I think you and your grandfather are from a parallel universe, your timeline must be further ahead then ours," Grumman looked thoughtful. "Fin said he was trying to be a photographer, he managed to make some impressive improvements to our photography equipment. He stayed here ten years, everyone loved him, and he cared for everyone, but He never fell in love, like any of the other men. Do you think he knew he wasn't going to stay here?"

"Maybe, I don't know. He always seemed to know things no one else did." I answered, "He loved my grandmother, at least he said he did, but some times it seemed as though he lost something long ago. We all thought it was because of the war."

"What about you? Do you ever feel half there?" Grumman asked, he lead me away from the Fountain and toward a Café.

"No, I use to wish I wasn't where I was. Even now I wish I was Home, but I know when I get Home I'm not going to want to be there." I said remembering my grandfather's cryptic words. I understood him now, I wasn't happy, but I might be. "Do you think I'm like him? My grandfather, I mean."

Grumman smiled kindly at me, "You're more like him than you realize. Even now, your expressions are alike. You look like he use to when he had something big on his mind."

I smiled at him as a reply. He smiled back, and ordered us something to eat. After we ate he showed me around the city eventually bringing us to a large apartment building, apparently this was where Hawkeye lived. She opened the door in civilian clothes with her hair down. She was very pretty like this. She led us into her dinning room, and feed us a delicious meal; it was better then anything I'd ever eaten at home. After that, I sat with the general as he told me funny stories about my grandfather, his platoon and himself. I'd heard a majority of these from my grandfather, but it was interesting to hear them from a different point of view. Riza went to bed early and the general and I fought about who would get the guest bed. I won and took the couch. I thought about the past few days and rubbed my shoulders; they were stiff and hurt, probably the stress. Finally I lay down and pulled the blanket around me. The next day I would meet my alchemy teacher.

Alright I hope everyone liked this chapter, the reason I'm getting these up so quickly is because I already have like 15 chapters types up already. I hope all the people who've supported me have a chance to read this, and see how they inspired me. Thank you for reading, Please review, see you next chapter