I do not own FMA. I own a pocket watch, and a cat named Hawkeye.

I woke up to a soft mattress, blood red sheets with a matching down comforter. Wait, soft mattress? Red sheets? Down comforter? Where was my crappy sofa mattress? My striped sheets? My comforter with the burn marks in it from my pyromania faze? I sat up, leaning against the headboard, trying to beat the dizziness that flooded through my system. Did I have another binge last night? Was I in the house of my one-night stand? Fuck my head hurt. I raised my hands to catalogue the injuries I always seemed to sustain while shitfaced. My eyes got huge. And I shrieked.

Suddenly, there were feet pounding on the stairs. The door burst open, and two men burst in, looking disheveled. I glared at them. Did they do this to me? I needed some answers. "." I tried, but my voice didn't work, and my throat hurt.

"Fullmetal, can you go get her some water?" It was the dark haired one that spoke, his voice naturally coated in honey.

The other one, -Fullmetal, I assumed.- glared at him with strangely familiar gold eyes. They were like a predators, scanning, searching, full of burning intelligence and curiosity. "Why the hell should I do it, Bastard? It's your house. And besides, I found her!" At that, I stopped wondering why those eyes seemed so familiar and focused on him. Found me? Just what had happened?

The dark-haired man stared back with a cool intensity. "Because I'm the one with medical training Fullmetal. I was going to re-dress the wound." At the mention of my wound, -which was my fucking missing hand, if you'll remember.- 'Fullmetal' all but fled the room. After he was gone, the first man shot me an apologetic look.

I looked at him blankly, then switched my focus to my surroundings. They were nice. The bed was a dark wood 4 poster, with a matching dresser, and the carpet looked soft enough to be a cloud. The room was a dark maroon, and had white trimming. Draped over the other end of the bed was my trench coat, and I leaned forward to grab it. Then I noticed what I was wearing. Just a large white button down. Fuck. Seriously, what happened last night? I needed my pocket watch. I continued to reach for my trench coat. Grabbing the familiar feeling fabric, I brought it up to my face. It didn't reek of hard liquor, which was a good sign. I laid the trench coat down in front of me, seeing it was intact. I started to empty the pockets and put the items back in, one at a time by force of habit.

Outer pockets: Chalk: check. Cell: Useless, but check. Picture of Dad and Abby: Check. Hawkeyes cat toy because I shoved it in there by accident: Check. Boxes of Pocky: Check. Batteries: Check. Flashlight:Check. Pen:Check. Notebook:Check. Wait! My notebook! I clicked my pen, scribbling down 'Who are you?' before I shoved it under the mans nose. He read the note, taking time to decipher my scribbling. By that time, I had already done my inner pocket check and was messing idly with my pocket watch.

He looked up at me, handing back my notebook. "I'm Roy Mustang. The guy that just left is Edward Elric. Which reminds me, I do have to redress your wrist... Can you hold out your left arm please? And who are you?"

I obediently held out said appendage, and began writing as best I could. 'I'm Camille Clifton. Can you explain what happened to me? I have no idea what's going on.'

He stopped unwrapping my wrist for a minute and read what I had written. He put his focus back on my wrist as he spoke. "It's nice to meet you Camille. I wish it was on better circumstances though. And as for what happened, well, we were hoping you could tell us that. And if you don't mind me asking, where did you get that pocket watch?"

I clutched said item tighter before swapping it for the pen. 'Nice to meet you too, Roy. And so do I. More than you know. And I don't know what happened. One minute I'm walking to my crappy apartment from work, and the next thing I know, some alchemist has sent me to the gate, where I had to give my hand. Suddenly, I'm here. And as for my pocket watch, my dad gave it to me.'

Roy seemed to sit up straighter when I wrote about the gate. "Wonder why he targeted you. Should we be on the lookout for anyone else? And where'd your dad get it?"

My hand was starting to cramp. 'I have NO IDEA. Trust me. Because I thought my dad had only taught my sister and I alchemy. But apparently not. And my sister Abby maybe. Probably not. She's novice, having just learned the basics. And again, no idea. He just smirked and said 'Somewhere special.' every time I asked.'

Just then Edward came bursting in with the water. Roy had long since finished my wrist, and Edward handed me a large wine glass of water. I chugged half of it in a few seconds, and tested out my ability to talk as Edward read over what I had written. I cleared my throat, taking a few more sips. Finally, I spoke to Edward, who was staring at me with a hard, curious look. "Thank you, Edward. Now, can you please stop staring?"

He blushed, looking away. "No problem, really, and sorry. And, please, call me Ed. Your just one of the few people that have lived after meeting the Gate of Truth. I have, so has Roy, my brothers and I's teacher, and my brother Alphonse. Al is off studying a foreign alchemy right now, so you won't meet him for awhile." I nodded, rubbing the stump of my wrist. "I have a good automail engineer if you want." He threw in unexpectedly.

I smiled at him, still not knowing how he looked familiar. "I'd love that. Will my alchemy still work if I do?" The response I got was not expected. Both Roy and Ed looked like gaping fish. "What?" I said, squirming under their gazes.

Roy closed his mouth. "We didn't think you knew alchemy. Most women around here refuse to learn it."

I glared daggers at them. "I just told you that someone purposely sent me dimension hopping through the Gate and all your worried about it my interests?" They nodded. "Wow. Boys are stupid here too."

"Hey!" They yelped indignantly.

I waved them quiet. "Anyways, once I'm well enough, we're probably going to have to take a trip, huh?"

Ed nodded. "To a place called Rush Valley. My childhood friend Winry owns an automail shop there. Best you can get."

Roy nodded. "And I can help out with giving you a place to stay, if you want to stay here. Or leave. It's your choice."

I pushed back the blanket. "3 quick questions."

"Shoot." Said Roy, averting his eyes.

"1: What happened to my clothes?"

Ed answered. "They started to destabilize after I found you. My guess is that they faded back to their original compounds, brought on by the dimension hopping. Next?"

I sat up further, leaning up against my hands and sitting on the edge of the bed. "Crap, that was my favorite Cowboy Bebop shirt. 2: Why'd my trench survive?"

Roy answered this one. "The gate knows whats going on around it. It knew that it was freezing on this side on the gate and left you some kind of protection."

"3: Where am I?"

Roy answered again. "Your in my home. In Central City, of Amestris."

I stood up, and slipped on my trench for more coverage. "OK then. 's good to know. Do you have any sweats I can borrow? I need to go shopping."

Roy jumped up. "You can't go out! You just lost your hand! And have just barely beaten frostbite and hypothermia!"

The look I gave Roy could've melted metal if I really tried. "And I also need clothes. If you want to go shopping for woman's clothing while I'm bedridden, be my guest." Roy paled a few shades before shaking his head. "'S what I thought. Now, do you have any sweats I can borrow?"

Roy nodded, and scampered from the room. I sighed happily. "I love doing that. The bitchface always works. Pouting does too." Ed laughed. "It does! I can already tell that you have an excellent pout."

Ed gaped at her. "How? I mean Al does, but he's cuter... How can you tell?"

I shrugged. "I can tell by your facial stucture." Ed nodded.

Roy entered the room, sweats over one arm. "These were all I could find, but they might be a little big."

I shrugged again. "I don't mind." Ed and Roy averted their gazes as I pulled up the baggy sweats, muttering something about what could've happened. I cleared my throat. "Please don't talk about me like I'm not here." They both nodded, and I saw something pass through Ed's eyes as his gaze moved past the onyx-haired man next to him. Something I had seen enough times when dad was alive. Love. "Ed, can I talk to you?"

He looked at me, confused. "Sure, what about?"

I glanced at Roy, knowing that Ed probably didn't him to hear it. "In private?"

He nodded. "Follow me." He went out the down, and I follwed out after mouthing 'sorry!' to Roy. I followed the clunking footsteps down the stairs, stopping only to put on the black pants. They were a little too baggy, so I grabbed the chalk from my pocket, etching a quick circle. I attemped to clap, realizing as my hand slammed full force into the stump that was my wrist that I couldn't clap with one hand. I nearly screamed from pain, but instead focused on the center of the pain, reducing it to a white hot ball of pain before I released my focus. Time to find Ed, not pass out. I tried to find Ed again, to find he was gone. I wandered around, finding a garden. 2 Tall bushes covered the back fence. I headed there. I crouched by one bush,finding it void of everything but leaves. I tried the other bush. Bingo. I crawled into the tunnel, finding Ed at the end, as I expected. "Cool place."

He nodded. "Thanks. I've stayed here enough times when the dorms were being renovated and the hotels we full to know where stuff is."

I nodded again, "Back on subject. You're in love with Roy."

Ed spluttered, choking on air as he frantically tried to deny the claim. "What? No I'm not!"

I glared. "Ed! Don't lie! You are in love with Mustang. Admit it."

Ed glared back. "Fine! I'm fucking in love with Roy Mustang. Big fucking deal!" He exclaimed softly.

I smiled. "Good Ed. Now, lets go back inside before your crush comes looking." I checked my pocket watch. "It's only been about 8 minutes since we left, so he should swallow the excuse that we got lost, but only if we hurry."

This chapter practically wrote itself guys. Now anyways, is anyone else terrified yet intrigued by the idea of Ed learning the puppy pout? Cause My friends Michelle, Renee and I were pissing ourselves at the thought.