Ok everybody, I know you all got messages from a person name Slydoran, what she said was true I was trapped out of my profile for the past two days because I got a virise. my brother took care of it, but he also locked me out of my internet, "To make sure you won't be getting any more unwelcomed guests" His words not mine.

I want to thank Slydoran for contacting you all, I really didn't think I'd ever be able to update again tears run down my face But as a celebration I'm submitting another chapter of everyone's favorite female alchemist!! (yes I know this might not be true, but indulge me)

Where did we leave of last? Oh yeah, Dalka just ran into everyone's most loathed Homoculus, though she has no idea who he was. She ran back to the Hughes' household, and last we left her she'd just passed out because she was soo tired. And to the person who said the ending of my last chapter was 'pathetic' I loath you more then Envy right now... I pictured you when I wrote the last part of this chapter. smiles evilly

I dreamed of my old home, my mother standing in my room, holding one of my pillows. My father sitting at his desk he removed his glasses and stared off into the distance. My brother sat at the piano his head in his hands, I knew he missed me. My dreams flashed to the people in this country, I saw Riza and Mustang sitting on the train, Riza was holding a gun to Mustang's head to make him work. Next Ed and Al were running around some town avoiding something. I saw Granny talking with some one from Resembool while Winry worked on her table with some Auto-mail. I dreamed of Hughes, Gracia, and Elysia downstairs playing a game. Finally of Havoc, he sat on this bed, his ear pressed to the wall listening to the room next to it, I think it was mine. After a minute he pulled away taking some notes on a pad resting next to his foot.

My eyes fluttered open, I was aware that I was laying next to some one, my head resting on their shoulder. I could hear their steady breathing and their heart beat. I blinked, sitting up to look at them, I didn't remember falling asleep next to anyone. I couldn't see his face, in the dark. I watched his steady breathing for a moment, before taking his hand and stroking it lightly with my middle and ring fingers. His hand suddenly closed over mine, surprising me.

My eyes popped open. I was laying on my stomach, in my room in the Hughes house hold. It was wasn't yet light out. I'd slept most of the night, waking once to eat the meal Gracia had brought up to me, and then going back to sleep. I recalled vaguely the first half of my dream, but the second half felt fuzzy, I remembered the man and waking up next to him but everything else was a blur. I sat up, my feet hanging off the bed. I rubbed my face, the man I'd seen on the street still bright in my memory, but not over powering in my mind.

My body was stiff from my frantic run the day before. I knew Hughes and Havoc wouldn't like it if I went for a run in the city, but I figured they wouldn't mind if I stretched and practice some karate moves. I changed into a loose fitting pair of cloth pants, and an over sized black Tee. I kept my shoes of, not wanting to wake anyone, of course I'd transmuted them back into combat boots. My feet made little or no noise on the hard wood. I stopped in front of Hughes room, I could hear him snoring and continued on. I peaked into Elysia's room as well, she was a small bundle wrapped in several quilts. I smiled and then went down stairs.

Outside, I quickly pulled on my shoes, and noticed the change in the world. The entire yard was covered in an inch or two of snow. It was beautiful, I hated to ruin it before Elysia got to see it, but I couldn't put up with how much I wanted to move around. I mean over the course of the next few days, I was going to be stuck on a train with nothing to do. I pouted at the snow for a minute, rubbing my arms to keep warm, then smiled.

I could just fix the snow when I was done. The sun had started coming up, and now blanketed the snow in a rich orange color. I moved out into the snow, it just came to the top of my shoes. I stretched and moved around, warming up my muscles. I did everything I normally did before I worked out, short of sitting in the snow, or doing the splits. Then I did some loose moves; High kicks, spinning kick, jumping kicks, jumping spin kicks, and one set of hand stand axe kicks. Then I started doing some flips, spins and cartwheels, testing my body lightly.

I was doing a handless back flip when Havoc scared the shit out of me, "You're pretty nimble." I fell badly, slipping on some of the slushy half frozen water and dirt, and landed on my back.

"Damn it Havoc!!" I yelled feeling my back where I'd made the hardest contact with the ground. "Don't you have any fucking clue, that your not suppose to surprise some one when their doing an airily back tuck?"

I turned to shoot him a glare, He blinked back at me. He was wearing a pair of sweat pants, the grey Tee from the day before and sweatshirt, he looked like he'd been there a while, "Sorry," He said, "I was talking to myself." He stepped off the stoop and offered a hand to me, "I didn't mean to make you slip."

I snorted, but excepted the hand as he helped me up, "Yeah well, I didn't want to take a slushy dirt bath, but we can't always get what we want." I blinked finally noticing, that he looked like my father had in some of his old college pictures, back when he was in shape and on the track team. "You going some where?" I asked raising an eyebrow at his shirt, I half expected to see ARMY printed across the front of his sweatshirt.

"I was going to go running if no one else was awake, but with you out here…" He trailed off.

"You're going running?" I smiled up at him hopefully, "I'll go with you."

"No way." He said flatly.

"Ahh… Come on Havoc," I wined, "If you're with me I'm sure it'll be okay."

"After what happened yesterday, Hell no," He stared down at me, his eyebrow started to twitch lightly.

"Your no fun," I pouted. I turned away from him kicking at the snow, for a second before I reached down and transmuted snow into a human shape. I did a few practice flying spin kicks before I sent the head of the figure flying, luckily for me it landed in Havoc's face. I laughed behind my hand at his face as he whipped the snow off. Finally I regained my composer, and taunted him, "You shouldn't have stood there…"

"Yeah well, you can kiss my ass," He said hotly.

"I believe that's 'kiss my ass, Ma'am'," I laughed. "Hey, do you know how to fight?" I tilted my head to one side.

"Yeah…?" He said, backing away from me a little.

"Let's spar," I suggested.

He blinked at me, "Why…?"

"Because, I need a work out, and you can't go running with out me coming, too," I gave him my best Ha-ha smile.

His face fell for a second, before he faked a cough, and nodded, "Well, that's a good point, and I could do to know how well you can fight." I smiled wider, knowing what he wasn't going to say, And this could be my opportunity to put you in your place. "But," he said, surprising me a little, "It against my code to beat up a girl, so the minuet you start to faultier, we stop."

I smiled again, "Don't you mean when you faultier?" We both took guard stance at that point. Havoc's was light on his toes, he bounced from foot to foot, his hands up around his face, like a boxer. I had pegged him for that kind of a fighter, but he did look like he'd be more at home with a rifle, or some other kind of gun. My stance was deeper, still ready to move, but it was harder for me to go into a kick this way. What this stance did give me was the ability to dodge much faster then Havoc, and my hands were more ready to block then Havoc's. My far hand waited, open, next to face and my close hand was down, ready to block anything that came at my legs. I had the disadvantage none the less. I may have been on a better level, than Havoc, but he was a fighter too, and he'd seen my moves at least twice. That put us on the same playing level. Havoc kept hoping back and forth, he was waiting for me to attack him. I did so, faking a back fist and then punching. Havoc put his face behind his hands to block my attack, and then went forward with a strait punch, I ducked around it, blocking him as well. I grabbed his wrist with my blocking hand and heaved him over my shoulder.

He blinked up at me from the flat of his back for a second, before I twisted is arm to the point that he had to go on to his stomach to avoid me breaking his arm. "You Ass," I said angrily, "You're not even taking me seriously."

"Ahhgg," He yelled, pounding a fist on the ground.

I tightened the twist, "You should know better." I was seriously pissed now. I let go of him, "Now, how about you stop acting like a little pansy, and fight like a man?"

Havoc stood slowly, "You've got serious issues about being treated like a girl."

"Men treat women like their made of glass. I hate being treated like I'm made of glass, my family treated me like that, only my grandfather let me act like a normal child. I was the only girl in my family. I HATE BEING THE ONLY GIRL!!" I yelled at him. I took a stance again, this one more like Havoc's, but harder to read the movements of. "Now get you head out of you ass and fight me like you mean it."

Havoc stood there silently for a moment until I'd cooled my head well enough to think strait. Then he took his boxing stance again. This time he didn't wait for me to attack him, he came in fast and hard. I dodged a section of punches, hooks, and jabs. I sent only a single elbow at him he was so fast. I kept dodging him, reading his movements as quickly as I could. Within minutes I saw a pattern in his attacks. Right Jab, Right Jab, Left Hook, Right Jab, Left Punch, Left Hook, and again. I let him go through that pattern twice just to make sure I'd seen it right. His jabs were light taps compared to his hook, and his punch could easily seen me or Ed, if he were here, flying, but they were slower, and if I could time it right I could put his head between his knees in a way he'd never thought of. I saw the left punch coming, and dodged with my shoulder, hooking his arm under mine. I pulled back my knee, and arm to bring them both in at the same time. The next thing I knew Havoc's left knee slammed into stomach, he had a hold of the back of my arm, so I wasn't going to go flying, but it hurt like hell.

The next thing I knew Havoc was patting the side of my face. "Hey kid, come on, get up," He didn't sound like the same man who had woken me up from a nap just three days before.

"Havoc?" I sat up slowly holding my stomach, it still hurt a lot.

"Damn, you tell me to fight for real and fall for that one? Talk about not making up your mind," He said pulling a cigarette out of one of his pockets and putting it in his mouth. His fished for a lighter as I stared at him, he seemed different, not flirtatious, as he'd been even a few days ago. I blinked, was something wrong with him?

"Havoc," I said standing up and then regretted it. I had to sit back down on the Hughes steps, and started again, "Havoc, your acting weird, did Hawkeye cut off your balls or something?" I tried to joke with him.

He blinked at me in surprise, almost dropping his cigarette, "What…?" He blush, "No, not like that's any of your business."

"Ohhh…" I smiled, "I made big, bad, old Havoc blush," I cooed at him.

His brow twitched quickly, "Damn it," He bit down on his cigarette, before spiting it on to the ground and smashing it underfoot, "Now look what you've done!" He said angrily reaching for another cigarette, "You made me ruin it." He found another and stuck that on into his mouth, pulling out the lighter he lit the vial thing with his hands lidded ever so gracefully. "Nothing's wrong with me, I'm following orders."

I stood my stomach feeling much better, "Orders?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm to protect you until I deliver you to you're new superior. I'm also supposed to act as a gentleman, and not try anything obscene, other wise Hawkeye will cut my balls off." That sounded like a joke but his face said otherwise. He said scratching the top of his head, "You were the one who insisted on fighting."

I gave him a look, "I said spar, I didn't say beat the crap out of anyone." I crossed my arms, "Your just angry because that's your first cigarette of the day, and Hughes won't let you have them in the house. You nicotine addiction must really be bad if you can't go twenty-four hours with out one"

Havoc rolled his cigarette in his mouth, "Fine, think what ever the hell you want, just let me have my smoke in peace!" He said glaring at me.

"What ever," I waved a hand in the direction of the street, "Just do it over there. I want to let Elysia have snow to play in, instead of brown sludge." He frowned at me but walked out of the yard and smoked next to the street. I transmuted the slug back into pure snow, and then spread it evenly over the grass area, clearing the pathway. I shot one last look at Havoc. He was standing next to the fence, his back to me. I could see the line of smoke from his cigarette, and the steady blow of his warm breath, and smoke as he breathed out. His hair and shoulders were still a little wet from when I'd hit with the snow ball. For a second his lone figure reminded me of something but I couldn't remember what.

I shook my head, When had I started giving a damn about Havoc? "He can freeze his ass off for all I care," I muttered to my self, "Him and his nicotine addicted temper." I sneezed, and wrapped my arms around my chest and stomach. My clothes were sopping wet, coupled with how little I had chosen to wear, I was the one freezing my ass off. I sneezed again and trotted inside the house. Hughes was sitting in the living room. He wore a pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt, not to mention a worn-out old robe. I looked at him as I pulled of my wet, cold shoes. He was pretending to ignore me while reading the paper. "Do you actually wear that to sleep in?" I asked.

He turned to me, blinking like he hadn't noticed me come in. "No," He said bluntly, "Mine are pink with little ducks on them, their so cute…" He said in his Elysia's-so-cute voice, "Elysia pick them out for me!" I saw that coming, "So do you always sleep outside in the snow?"

"Hah, ha," I said not amused, "I went out side to work out and ended sparing with Havoc."

Hughes smiled, "Let me guess, Havoc won, and now he's smoking out on the lawn?"

"Almost right," I said, wringing out the bottom half of my shirt, "He's smoking out on the side walk."

"You never want to mess with that man before he's had his morning smoke," Hughes laughed to himself and lifted the paper, so that it hid his face. "Gracia and Elysia are still asleep so, you might want to go get a hot shower, and then some coffee while you can, and before you get a cold," Hughes suggested his voice back to normal.

"Gee," I said annoyed but going to do what he said, "Thank for the advice… I could have used it half an hour ago," I muttered.

I took a fast hot shower, washing my hair, and toweled it dry. Once clean, and warm again I put on my uniform pants, a black t-shirt, and pulled my hair up into a pony tail. I tucked my shirt in, and opened the door resealing the left over steam. I hurried down stairs, it was now closer to eight or nine in the morning so I didn't think much about staying quiet. In the kitchen Gracia handed me a cup of hot coffee, with the perfect mix of cream, sugar, and (surprise) chocolate. Havoc had changed into a black shirt, blue jeans, and a shoulder holster on but there was no gun in it. He was sitting at the table, the front section of the news paper in his hands, a cup of coffee at his elbow, and an unlit cigarette in his mouth. I gave the back of his head a how-dare-you look, and sat down. Sitting between me and the news paper, that was Havoc, was a plate of scrabbled eggs, toast, bacon, and a jar of jam.

I looked between Havoc and the plate, it looked untouched. I snaked my hand around the glasses, and salt and pepper shakers, and hooked the plate. Quietly I lifted it up just above the table and brought it over to me. Experimentally I sniffed it, good Gracia made it. The bacon was crisp, the eggs weren't runny, and the toast wasn't burnt, but was buttered. I reached over and stole his fork and napkin while I was at it. I tasted the eggs they were a little bland, but everything else was good. I downed the bacon and toast first and then turned to Gracia who was just about to ask me how I liked my eggs. "Do you have any steak seasoning?" I asked, giving her the don't-tell-him sign.

She laughed behind her hand, "I'll get it for you." I sprinkled the seasoning lightly over my eggs as Gracia started making Havoc a fresh set of eggs.

Havoc set his mug down after a long drink from it and reached for his fork. When his fingers didn't find it he patted the area where it had been. Finally, He looked over the paper for the fork, by this point in time I was having trouble not looking guilty. "Dalka," He said in discuss, "You took my food…" He said accusingly.

"Took you long enough to notice," I smiled happily, "And no, I took a plate of food that was getting cold in front of you." He gave me a disappointed look, "Let's consider it even for throwing me in that freezing slush."

He rolled his eyes, "fine. Hey Gracia, can I get…" Gracia put a plate in front of him before he finished.

"I noticed she'd taken your food a few minutes ago," She smiled at Havoc.

"And you didn't tell me?" Havoc asked, "What is this? Gang-up-on-Jean day?"

"Morning, Uncle Jean!!" Elysia bounced into the room and up to Havoc. She held her hands up to him expectantly.

"Well, at least there's one woman in this house who isn't trying to rune me," He picked her up putting Elysia in his lap. "Mornin', Baby girl, sleep well?"

"Yep, Oh… Scrambled Eggs!!" She exclaimed reaching for his fresh fork and digging in, half the eggs on the fork fell into her and Havoc's lap. Havoc shot me a-don't-say-a-thing look, and I covered my mouth with my hand.

"Elysia," He said weakly, "Baby girl, why don't we share the eggs?"

"NO WAY!!" Hughes said coming into the room, "Elysia's sharing my eggs." He picked Elysia up, hugging her away from Havoc. "She's my baby girl."

Havoc looked surprisingly relieved; he started eating his food as quickly as he could before anyone else could steal it from him. When he was half way finished Gracia brought up our travel plans, "With this snow how are the two of you going to be getting down south?" She asked.

"I already called the train station," Havoc said between bites, "They've already salted the rails. Plus the snow isn't that deep, we should be able to leave on time. The train leaves at about ten," He looked at the kitchen clock, it was about eight right then. He turned back to me taking in that what I was wearing, "You might want to put on civilian clothes. We're going to be passing through some towns that aren't exactly military loving."

I glared at him, "You could have told me that an hour ago."

Havoc finished his coffee, "Yeah, I could have."

My eyes narrowed, and I ground my teeth against several words I wanted to call him. I smiled with false sweetness, "Thank you Havoc, your so kind, to have told me that now." I stood up to go change, my coffee in my hand, "I just have to give you one thing, to thank you for your kindness."

I stood next to him smiling, then I pour what was left of my cold coffee on his head, "Ya might wanna to go take a shower, we'll be going some places that aren't exactly kind to people covered in caffeine." I gave him one more you-ass-hole smile before I stormed up stairs.

Raise you hand if you saw that coming...

Dalka's not happy with Havoc, once again. Just like I don't like it when someone calls my writing pathetic is oddly smiling

Hispanic guy with curly hair walks over and stands really close to the screen, Hi I'm her ex-boyfriend, Blood and iron-san you might want to clearify what you wrote, Ruroni-chan's wrath is historical in our school. While she was dating me I wasn't even safe from it, I still have the bruises from when I told her I was moving and wanted to break up with her... and that was last year... Face goes pale, Ruroni is standing right behind him.

Foxfire-kun, what lies are you telling my fans? Her smile scares the tall strong looking guy next to her, she twists he arm backwards, DON'T SCARE MY FANS!!!

This has been Ruroni Angel and another weird day with her and her editor. Please read and review.