I know every one was been waiting for the next chapter, after the cliff hanger I gave last chapter so here it is. No cliffhanger this chapter, I promise. and thank you everyone for the wonderful reviews, And my dear K-M-chan, (you know who you are) my number one reviewer, (Mrs. E your a close second)you were wrong, Heh he he he he...

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I brushed the hair out of my eyes one last time and headed out the door. I swung out the door not really thinking until there was a loud smack as it hit someone. "I'm so sorry!" I started looking around the door at the person I'd hit. Havoc sat on the floor one hand behind him the other holding his head, "Oh its you. Never mind," I stepped completely out of the restroom and started walking down the hallway he'd obviously come down.

"Hey wait a minute! Aren't you going to help me pick up my papers at least?" He call at me.

I stopped and turned back towards him, "No, Why?"

"Because that's the polite thing to do," He said angrily picking up papers that had scattered all around him. "Damn, I can't believe the lengths I went to, to be nice to you."

I squatted down next to him resting my chin on my fist, "You went to lengths?"

"Yeah…" He said angrily then turned seeing how close I was and blushed, "I mean you're a girl, I'm a guy, I was suppose to be nice."

He turned again picking up the rest of his papers, "You shouldn't have tried so hard. Of course you shouldn't have hit on me or asked me out but that's an honest mistake"

Havoc looked at me surprised as we both stood up, "You really mean that?"

"No, but its fun to bring your hopes up and then crashing them back down." I said keeping the grin off my face some how. "Where's Mustang?" I asked changing the subject suddenly.

"He's talking with Brigadier General Grumman," Havoc said sounding depressed.

"Ok, take me to his office," I said bored.

"What," He retorted, "Why should I?"

"You mean besides the fact that I'm now your superior officer?" I raise an eyebrow, "How about the fact that I'm finally talking to you after a month, and I've yet to embarrass you in front of the entire headquarters? Which opintion works for you? One, two or three?"

Havoc hung his head in defeat, "I'll go with all of the above... Follow me."

He led the way down the hallways taking me up and up until we were in the upper floors. On the third floor we met up with Hawkeye. "Dalka, there you are," She said in her polite manner, "Hughes came by half an hour ago he said he'd dropped you of and couldn't find you."

"I went to get my uniform," I said showing her the bundle I had under my arm. "I had to try it on in a restroom, and when I was coming out I ran into Havoc here," I trusted my thumb in his direction. "Quiet, literally."

Hawkeye shot a glare at him that would have dropped an elephant, "You ran into him outside the ladies' room?"

"Hit him with the door on my way out," I said shoving my smile down my throat at Havoc's look, as Hawkeye's glare intensified.

"Riza… I mean Hawkeye, I wasn't… you don't think… I would never…" Havoc said, I could see him sweating profusely.

"We'll talk about this later," She said cold as ice. "Major Hesperus, Please come with me, Coronal Mustang and Brigadier General Grumman are waiting for you. Second Lieutenant Havoc, finish delivering those papers, then report to the fire range and wait for me." We left Havoc standing in a puddle of his own sweat, a look of shock and fear on his face.

Once we were out of his sight I started giggling, uncontrollability, "I'm sorry Riza, I don't think he was doing anything bad, I'm just getting him back for hitting on me back in East city. You don't have to punish him, I think this is enough." I said having to hold my sides.

"I know, but I need to teach him about morals. I intend to also set some ground rules for his accompaniment of you on your trip over the next few days." She said the half lidded stare scaring even me.

"Wait a minute," I stopped dead, "A few days?"

"Yes," Riza blinked at me, "The train ride is going to take you three days with lay-overs and transfers, not to mention Captain Sou might not be close to the rails so that could take another couple days"

My jaw dropped, "Oh… Mustang is so dead…" I groaned, and I picked up my pace urging Hawkeye to hurry.

We reached Grumman's office quickly, his secretary smiled and nodded for us to go on in. I through open the doors a little pissed off, "Mustang! Why didn't you Tell me how long I was going to be traveling with that small minded, blonde, sex-crazed, never been a stupider numbskull! How long exactly am I going to have to spend time with him?" Riza lifted her eyebrows but closed the door as she left.

Mustang looked taken back, "I did tell you you'd be traveling together. I never said how long and frankly you didn't ask. It'll be at least three days, for you to get to the military check point. The over night trains cost too much so I made sure you'd never have to spend a night on a train, that's the only reason it'll take so long. If you had taken an overnight train you might have missed you transfers. Any other complaints?" He raised an eyebrow in my direction.

I set my jaw and stared angrily at him, giving him the I'm-not-happy-about-this glare. "Dalka, please sit down," Grumman sighed, "You two are acting like children." I sat down in the only other chair and pouted silently. "Dalka, Mustang's presented me with some rather surprising information, ones that I see are also evident in my old friend's actions. Please answer his questions truthfully."

I looked at him as sat up in my chair properly, "Alright, go ahead."

Mustang sat back in his chair, "That first day in my office, I showed you Alchemy by turning some wood from my desk into a wooden figure. You picked it up and turned it into a different figure, then transmuted you feet through the floor."

"Yes," I said, "What's your point?"

"Did you have a transmutation circle on your body?"

I laughed, "I barely understood Alchemy back then. If I had I wouldn't have known what it was, much less how to use it."

"Is that a no?" Grumman asked

"Correct, that's a no."

"Then you transmuted with out a circle?" Mustang asked.

I closed my eyes, "Yes, I didn't use a circle."

"Do you need a circle?"

"No, at the test I only used a circle to make the earth tower. I didn't want the brothers to know I didn't need it," I told them.

"So the Brothers don't know?" Grumman asked.

"No, I heard Ed and Al talking about how Ed didn't need a circle but Al did. And I heard them trying to figure out why, so I thought it was better it I didn't tell them." I looked down at my hands, "I didn't want them prying into my abilities."

"Now that I think about it Fin didn't need circles either," Grumman said, "He'd just sort of touch things and they'd change. When he found out he had a talent for Alchemy, it was lot like what happened to you… He added an extra room to the house by accident. When I called an Alchemist who owed me a favor. He said Fin had a lot of talent, and then took him away for six months. Next time I saw him he wanted my support for becoming a State Alchemist."

I nodded, having never heard about how my grandfather had joined the military.

Mustang cleared his throat, "Dalka, let's get back on topic shall we?"

You were the only one not on topic, My mind said, thankfully I managed to keep my mouth shut.

"That fight you got in with Ed," Mustang continued.

"I didn't use any alchemy during that, and if I did I didn't know about it," I said not backing down.

"Yes but you did break you leg, Didn't you?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

I sat back, "Yes."

"How did you… How did you fix it?" He asked hesitantly.

"I set the bone, you saw that," I said not knowing how they would react.

Mustang slammed his fist on Grumman's desk, "DON'T GIVE ME ANY OF THAT BULLSHIT!!!" He yelled, "I DON'T WANT ANY HALF TRUTHS EITHER!!!" He regained control of his temper, "Tell us the truth, the whole truth Dalka."

I closed my eyes, not wanting to see their reactions, "I set the bone, you both saw that," Mustang took a deep breath and I continued before he could yell, "but when I got in the car I did more." I opened my eyes and kept them on Grumman, "In the car I realized every time I'd touched my hands together I could do what ever I envisioned, so I did that. I touch my hands together and touched my leg. I thought I hadn't done anything, but the Doctor showed otherwise."

"That's human transmutation," Mustang said he sounded as though his feelings were mixed, "That's Illegal, first off. Next, I want to know how you did it."

"I just thought of how the cells in the body multiply and how bones knit back together," I shrugged. "That's all…"

"How did you know that?" Grumman asked his eyebrows arched.

I shrugged again, "Tenth grade Biology, an older brother who's in school to become a doctor, and who enjoys telling me about what he learns. If grandpa knew a lot more about cameras then other people when he came here, maybe I know more about Biology then others…"

Grumman looked at Mustang, "She's got a point. Maybe her more advance knowledge helps her be able to perform Human transmutations."

Mustang sighed, and nodded in agreement.

"There's a catch though," I said ducking my head. They both looked at me, "I don't think I can do it often. I mean after I fixed my leg I was so tired, and hungry… I felt like I hadn't eaten in three days."

"Could you do it to others?" Mustang asked remembering what I'd told him the day before.

"I don't know…" I said thinking hard about it, "I haven't tried it on others, but I don't have the bad feeling about this that I did about giving others wings."

"The power to heal…" Grumman said, "That could get you out of having to fight."

"It's not exactly the ability to heal." I corrected him, "It's more like I know how to speed up the healing process. I think I'd be of better use if I did go to fight, at least that way I'm closer to the wounded I might be able to save more people that way. Surprisingly enough, I want to go" I looked up at Grumman and Mustang through my bangs. Grumman looked unhappy, like my father had when Samuel had told him he didn't want to be a business man, unhappy but not disappointed. Mustang had his jaw locked, his eyes cold almost uncaring, but his brow knitted lightly as though he were think carefully about something. Frankly, I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"I can't say, I like the fact that you are going to into danger, but I am proud to hear you take pride in this work." Grumman said, "I do think of you on the same level I do as my dear Riza, and I want you to stay safe, understand?"

I nodded, "I'll be fine, I know I will."

"Alright, Hesperus," Mustang said nodding, "You may as well go back to the Hughes house hold. I've still got to debrief Havoc, so I can't have him escort you there… I'll ask Hawkeye to take you…"

"That's alright Mustang," Grumman interrupted, "I can have one of my men take her."

"Uhhh, guys?" I said trying to get their attention, "I can go by myself…"

"Really?" Mustang said acting like I hadn't said anything in the first place, "Who do you suppose is free?"

Grumman laughed, "Anyone I say. I think I'll just have Armstrong take care of her, they've met already, right?"

"OH YEAH!" I yelled, "GO AHEAD, IGNORE ME! That's really going to make me like you." I was tired of people acting like I wasn't there.

"I'm sorry, Dalka," Grumman said looking at me wide eyed. "It's just right now, you going anywhere by yourself is dangerous. You're the first female State Alchemist in twenty years. There are going to be lots of men still in Central who would happily take you out of the picture in hopes of taking your place in the government." His brow came together in a quiet worried look, "And I don't want anything to happen to you if I can help it."

I pouted but accepted what he said.

He reached for his phone, "Joice, Get Armstrong on the line." He was silent for a few moments, "Yes, Armstrong, Its Grumman… Oh! You're on your way out? Well I was going to ask you if you'd mind chaperoning a new alchemist home… No… no… Actually you've already met her…" Grumman smiled, "Yep, that's her. Her name's Dalka Hesperus, the Angel Alchemist… Well, she's staying with Lieutenant Colonel Hughes and his family… Well then, she'll be waiting here in my office for you… Of course… No. They've already left for the next town in their research… Alright, now you just tell my secretary, I'm waiting for you and walk on in… Alright… Alright… Okay, Okay I'll see you in a few." He sighed and hung up the phone, "Sometimes Armstrong is as bad as Hughes when it comes to the phone."

"Brigadier General," Mustang said changing the subject, "If you don't mind, I need to debrief my officers…"

"Of course," Grumman waved a hand, "You can use my conference room. No one will bother you in there."

Mustang stood to leave and got all the way to the door before I stopped him, "Colonel…" I didn't turn around, but I could feel him turning to look at me, "My grandfather's watch? I'd like it back if you don't mind."

Mustang snorted I could easily imagine him smirking, "Of course, I forgot you wanted that… I gave it to Grumman to hold on to, He is the only person I could think of that wouldn't get it taken away for not being an Alchemist." I heard the door open, "Oh, and another thing, Havoc will be coming to join you at Hughes house tomorrow."

I turned to throw one of my knives at him but the door was already closed. I muttered a profanity under my breath, "Dalka…" Grumman said in a warning tone. How had he heard that? I turned back to him and gave him my best innocent look. He sighed looking angry, and opened up one of his drawers, "Here, this is yours now," He put the watch on his desk, "And this was your grandfather's, he left it behind when he left all those years ago." He put a worn out old leather book, that was held closed by an equally worn leather belt and buckle, on the desk next to the watch. "I've held on to it all these years, and never read a word. I think he left it behind for you, knowing you'd come sooner or later."

I picked it up turning it over in my hands, the leather was still good. It was soft and worn with age but well taken care of. I carefully undid the buckle opening it slowly, in fear that it might fall apart. The first page was yellow with age, but had a distinct hand written script in it. "Grandpa…" I said touching the page lightly, I knew it was his handwriting. Surprisingly enough it was written in English.

I write this now in case I am killed, so that others might know, some day, of the young boy who tried to leave his country. My name is Fionnlagh Hesperus, Fin for short. I was born in a small town just west of the German boarder. I am sixteen and the last surviving member of the Hesperus family line, once a noble blood line now nothing more then farmers. Because of my fore sight and my ability with Photograph, I am leaving my homeland for America. I have what would be the equal of three hundred American Dollars, some clothes, this book, and the hopes of escaping the war that is sure to incur with that man, Hitler, in power.

My English is good as is my French, Italian, and German. I know if I were to stay where I am I would be used against my fellow man that is not what I want…

I stopped reading and looked up at Grumman, "This is his journal?"

"I suppose," Grumman shrugged, "He was always writing in it. As I said I never read it."

"Why give this to me now?" I asked holding it in both my hands.

"I think it might help you," He said leaning forward, "I don't know how, just that I have the urge to make sure you have it." I nodded knowing the feeling, and closed the book placing it carefully in my bag just as Armstrong came in. He was polite enough to knock first. I carefully put the book in my bag, Grandpa's watch already in my pocket, and followed Armstrong out to a waiting car. I didn't really notice the driver, I was too squished up between Armstrong and the door. I gave him a bow, and polite wave, from the door of the Hughes house before entering.

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