A/N: Hello my furry friends! I promise you I haven't forgotten about this fanfic; I've been with the GW2 fandom both here and on deviantART. I made a friend while there! Anyways, this had been sitting in my documents for a while and I figured I might as well write this while I've got writers block on my other stuff.

I'm sure you guys will be pleased to see the continuation from the cliff-hanger I left y'all on, so I'll shut up now and see you at the end :)

(Ed)

Ed cringed when he heard a loud smack. Seconds later Reeva fell forwards between him and Al, blood dripping from the back of her head, while the thing she carried around bounced to his feet.

Eyes wide, he and Al spun around and saw someone in an alleyway.

"Oh great. Just my luck," the figure said, his tone pissed off. He stepped forward and Ed could now see a person with long black hair standing with what appeared to be a club. "Of course the Fullmetal pipsqueak and the walking tin can would be in the way."

His eyes narrowed at the short comment. "What the hell do you want?"

"I just want the Original," the person said, a sly smile beginning to show up on his face. The confused looks of the brothers turned the smile up into a grin. "What's this now? She didn't tell you? Hahaha!" He laughed loudly and shook his head. "Well I'm not going to be the one to spoil the surprise."

"What are you talking about?" Ed demanded. 'Original' had come up several times since they'd met Reeva, and it was beginning to bother him.

"You'll find out eventually, but I'm not saying anything." The stranger kneeled forward and grabbed Reeva by the back of her copper-blonde hair. She squeaked slightly in pain and her face was contorted into a grimace. One glance at her was enough to make Ed snap.

"Don't touch her!" he yelled. He brought his clenched fist up and swung at his newfound enemy. His metal knuckles collided with the man's face, but he didn't move an inch.

Red crackles of alchemy sparked around his face while he narrowed his eyes at the blonde boy. Ed backed away while the man stood up. "I was hoping we could do this the easy way," he commented, his gaze fixating on the Ed. "But it seems that the pipsqueak wants a fight."

Crap! What the hell is this guy!? Ed thought as he backed away, eyes wide.

"Envy!" a woman's voice shouted from the backend of the alley. "That's enough. There's no need to make a scene. Now get back here! The Master wants to see us."

"Aw, come on Lust," the man, now known as Envy, protested. "It's been years!"

"Not important! You've already caused enough trouble. People are going to notice if you prolong this."

Growling, Envy turned towards the brothers. "Lucky little brat. Be grateful I can't kill you." Without another word, he left the brothers and Reeva on the sidewalk as he disappeared into the alley.

Ed's mind was barely able to process what had just happened. As soon as Envy was gone, he dropped down next to Reeva.

"Is she still alive!?" Al asked frantically.

The elder brother looked over her, trying to remember what to do. Knowledge of first aid was required in the military, but his mind was going in too many directions to figure out what he was supposed to do.

"I… I don't know," he said, not sure of anything. "Uh… Reeva? Can you hear me?" It seemed pointless, but he had to try anyway.

She shifted slightly when he said this. He felt relieved with the knowledge she was still alive.

"Don't move," he ordered. She seemed to understand this and she remained still, save her uneven breathing. Ed looked up at Al. "Go call for help. I'll stay here with her."

"Right," Al complied. He hurried off down the street to a pay phone that was a block down.

This is crazy! What's with all this 'Original' shit, and why did that guy want her because of it!? Ed thought as he looked back down to Reeva. There was a pool of blood starting to form underneath her head. A dreaded sense of uselessness and guilt came over him as he looked at her paling face. The feeling stayed long after an ambulance had arrived for her.

{Reeva}

Am I dead? I don't think so. I could hear a voice. Was it Ed, or Eric? I could hear the younger brother too. Max? Alphonse? Hm… They're the same, but different.

I miss them. I miss them all. I miss Kaya and Nellie. And I miss my mom. God… I really miss my mom.

I wonder if I can ever get home? I hope that they can eventually help me. They didn't say so, but I could talk them into it if I got the chance. I have to get home. I have people waiting for me to come back.

There's something… warm. What is that? It's soft too. And I can smell something. It's familiar. It smells… clean, like soap. I can't place it, but it's welcoming. It smells nice. It smells like home.

Huh? Wait… What's going on? The warmth is gone. Who took away my warmth? I'm not cold, but the familiar warmth and smell made me happy. Now it's gone and the questions are left to race through my mind. What happened? Where am I? What's going on? And why can't I feel anything anymore!?

I awoke to the sounds of birds chirping. My brows furrowed as I opened my eyes. I was in a bright room, with a window half open to let in fresh air. A cool breeze came in, chilling my exposed skin.

Wait a sec… exposed? My head turned to the side to look at my bare right arm. There was an IV line dripping clear fluid into the soft spot on the other side of my elbow. I wasn't sure what to call it. Did that spot even have a name? Oh well, it's irrelevant. Point of it all was I was alone in a hospital room, and my arms were not as covered up as I'd have liked. As I turned to the other side I noticed that there were bandages on my left arm. Apparently something had happened to the place where I'd cut myself with the nail.

Why am I in a hospital? I thought. My eyes grew wide as my memory came back to me. Oh yeah. I got wacked in the head. Damn. I had to have gotten a concussion, so why do I feel fine? That's just weird.

My free arm lifted up to rest against my eyes. The moment I touched my face I figured out that it was there. A wide bandage was wrapped around my head, and it made me groan in annoyance.

Dammit. How bad was it? It knocked me out, so it couldn't have been good. Life isn't a like a TV show or a movie. Getting knocked out by a blow to the head means serious damage. I could've died, but I feel fine!

The click of a door opening caught my attention. To my right I noticed Alphonse was standing in the doorway. He was in the armor still.

"Uh, hi?" I tried, not sure of what to say.

"Welcome back," he said. "The doctor predicted you'd wake up soon, so I guess she was right."

I nodded as best I could with my head wrapped up. "Do you know what happened back then?" I asked. "I pretty much blacked out."

"You were hit from behind by some guy. He was hiding in an alley and hit you when he got the chance," Al explained.

My brows furrowed. "Why the hell would some guy jump me?"

"I don't know, but he…" The younger brother started to trail off.

"He what?" I asked, starting to sit up in the bed.

"He called you 'Original'," Ed said from behind his brother. His sudden appearance startled me and caused me to jump in the bed. My heart started racing from surprise as he walked in.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Dammit, don't sneak up on me like that!" I shouted across the room.

His gold eyes narrowed to stare me down. "Reeva, you were nearly killed because of this 'original' shit. Unless you want to stick around all on your own, you should start explaining."

My eyes grew wide. He was lying, right? He wouldn't just leave me like that…

Idiot! He's not your friend! The remembrance of this plain fact was like a dagger in my chest.

A lump had started to form in my throat. I swallowed it down as my hands became fists. "Close the door and I'll tell you," I said.

Ed did as I requested and I sat up. "There," he said, crossing his arms over one another. "Now explain."

Calm down Reeves, I told myself. I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath. "Fine," I answered, meeting his gaze. "You know how I said that everyone who lives on this world also lives on mine as a double?"

"Yeah. So what?"

"I don't have a double." His eyes widened slightly at this. "I'm original because I'm the only version of me there'll ever be."

The two of them went silent as they let this sink in. I looked away and down at my lap. "Eleven years ago someone found out that I'm original and they sent me over to the other world. I don't know if it was to restore balance or what, but then I got those messages. They promised I could find out what happened and maybe I'd even find my real family. But what's gonna happen when the people that sent me across find out I've returned?"

"They might kill you," Al said. All eyes looked up at his metal helmet. "When you think about it, you've already brought on a lot of chaos. You've made relationships with people that were never supposed to know you. If they truly want to restore balance now, then you'd have to die to prevent further relationships."

Hearing him say it out loud made the simple fact worse. The tight feeling in my chest came back tenfold. I closed my eyes and brought my knees up to my chest. Yet again I longed for my PJ bottoms.

"So that's why you didn't want to say anything," Ed started. I looked back up at him as he went on. "You were afraid that if we got involved then we would get hurt as well."

I swallowed my discomfort and nodded. "I don't want to cause you guys any trouble."

He smirked at this. "You've been doing a hell of good job on that haven't you."

My eyes rolled at his comment. "Sarcasm. Just one of your many talents it seems."

Ed laughed. "Yup, and you're going to be stuck with it for a while."

I blinked at this statement before raising a brow. "Huh?"

"Turns out Hughes's conversation with the Colonel wasn't as innocent as he let us thought," he said, annoyance dripping from his words. "Because Al and I are involved, he thought it'd be a good idea to tell him about the situation."

My eyes grew wide. "I thought you said I could trust him!" I shouted, feelings of betrayal and anger mixing together.

His arms folded across his chest. "I thought so too."

I groaned in annoyance and held my face in my hands. He's like Mr. Herman alright. The guy's nice and all, but everything shows on his face.

"Okay then," I started. "So what does all of this have to do with me getting stuck with your sarcasm?"

"Mustang thinks that you could be a valuable asset for the military. I don't know what the hell he's thinking, but he wants us to keep an eye on you."

After a few seconds I finally got what it was he was saying. "Are you telling me that I'm now under constant military surveillance?"

"That's about right."

A growl that was starting in the back of my throat turned into a pissed off moan. "You have got to be kidding me! I wanted to get my information and find a way home!"

"We'll still help you out with that," Al said. My anger dissipated when I heard his voice.

"Really?" I asked, the beginnings of a smile starting on my face.

"A deal is a deal," Ed commented. I looked back over at him. He pulled something out of the pocket of his red coat. My brows furrowed until I realized what it was.

"My phone!" I exclaimed. I held my hand out so he could give it to me. Instead his face contorted into a confused expression.

"This thing is a phone?" he questioned, turning it over in his hands.

I laughed at this. "Hahaha! Oh dear god. You poor deprived souls with your old fashioned, 20th century technology." I stretched my arm as far as I could to retrieve my property, but the IV snagged and pulled on the vein it was in. My teeth gritted and I held my arm to my chest. I moaned in pain while the brothers continued to examine my cell phone.

Fuck! I swore to myself. I forgot how much I hate hospitals!

I was still seething when the brothers gave up on my phone. "Whatever this thing is, I couldn't get it to work," Ed said. He tossed it towards the bed and it landed beside me. I picked it up with my left hand, the right refusing to move in case the line snagged again.

"It doesn't work when you're wearing gloves," I explained. His eyebrow rose at this statement. "The screen only responds when skin touches it." I pressed the lock button and the screen lit up. I touched square in the corner until my home wallpaper showed up, and held it up for them to see. Ed's brows furrowed and I assumed Al's expression was the same.

"Those two are Ed's and my doubles, right?" Al asked me. I nodded, knowing my home screen was a picture Nellie took of the guys and me. "The one on the left is Max, right?"

I nodded. "Yeah that's him. He's like a little brother to me."

"Heh, Eric really does look like Ed," he stated as I let him take the phone back.

"What?" Ed started to protest. "Let me see." He craned his neck to look at the screen of my phone and his eyes grew wide. "That… that's pretty creepy."

A smile touched my lips again. "Very creepy," I said as Al handed my phone back to me. I clicked the lock button to put it to sleep and set it on the table beside me. "So do either of you know when I'm gonna be getting out of here? Not that I don't love having a needle in my arm, but I'd like to move on."

Ed's gaze traveled to the IV in my arm and he shuddered slightly. "Better you then me."

My eyebrow rose while I smiled slyly at him. "What's the matter big guy? Afraid of needles are we?"

His eyes narrowed at me. "I'm not afraid! I just… don't like getting shots."

The smile went away and left a puzzled expression on my face. "I may not know what getting… what'd you call it? Automail?"

"Yeah."

"Automail then," I went on. "I don't what it's like getting automail, but I can tell that it can't have been a pleasant process. You were perfectly fine with getting metal limbs, but a little bitty needle is enough to give you shivers?"

He said nothing and turned away from me, leading me to assume I'd hit the nail on the head.

"Topic change!" I announced. They both resumed looking in my direction. "So when do I get to leave?"

"You seem fine, but a doctor will come back and check on you in a bit," Al answered. I looked up, wondering what he looked like behind the helmet, as he went on. "If she okays your leaving then that's that."

Ed spoke up again. "We can't do anymore searching even if she does okay it. Mustang wants to talk to the three of us once you get out."

I was drawing a blank on who it was he was talking about. "Mustang's your commanding officer, right?"

The pissed off look he took when I said this gave me my answer. "Yeah, unfortunately I'm stuck working with that bastard."

I opened my mouth to ask him about this Mustang character, but the door opened again, cutting me off. My brows furrowed in confusion until I noticed that a woman in a white coat was standing in the doorway.

"I'm going to have to ask you boys to leave," she said before turning towards me. "Well, you look as if nothing even happened, but I want to make sure you've healed up before releasing you."

I nodded and watched the boys go out the door.

"See ya in a bit Reeva," Al called as he left. Ed waved a hand in my direction as his farewell. The door closed and I was left alone with the doctor.

My gaze traveled upwards and met hers as she stepped over to the bed. "I didn't expect you to be a woman," I said as she sat down.

Her eye brow rose as she took my arm in her hands. "You assumed that my being a doctor meant I'd be a man?" she asked as she carefully pulled the IV out of my arm.

"…I guess," I said while she unwrapped the bandages on my head.

Hmm… Were there woman doctors back in the 1900s? Damn it, I can't remember. Erg. Now I wish I'd paid more attention in class…

"You healed up pretty fast," she said, surprise in her tone.

My brows furrowed. Healed? My head was bashed in and she's saying that I'm fine!?

…

Uh, okay?

Just go with it, I told myself with a sigh. You feel fine, right? Maybe you did heal up. In any case we don't want to stay here any longer then we have to. Now let's go, I'm getting hungry.

I rolled my eyes. Shut up stomach. We'll get Ed and Al to feed us when they get back… Why am I talking to myself?

It's the hunger talking. It's probably been days since you last ate. Of course you're hungry.

There it is again! I'm driving myself insane! Whatever it is, just shut up already!

I sighed as my mind quieted down.

"Everything okay? It doesn't hurt too bad does it?" the doctor lady asked.

"N-no, it doesn't hurt at all actually," I said. Nothing to worry about here, other than my lack of sanity.

"Okay." After a couple more seconds she leaned back in the chair. "Well, I think we're done here. The military has taken control of your release, so they'll need to be notified."

I had been so occupied with my own thoughts that I had no clue what she'd done to me. Come to think of it, did I actually want to know? After deciding the answer was no, I nodded my head in compliance.

She stood up and gave me a smile before leaving. The door opened and I could hear shouts, one of which sounded like Ed.

"Excuse me," she said. The shouting was silenced the second she opened her mouth. She closed the door and I was left with only my thoughts.

I looked at the bandages that were still on my arm. "If I hadn't cut you we'd still be back home," I growled.

A buzzing sound put me on alert. I looked around before noticing that my phone was sitting on the table beside me. I picked it up and hit the lock key. The screen flashed awake while a message alert popped forward on the home screen.

-It's always been known that you would one day return here, so stop regretting the actions you've made.-

"So you're back, huh," I mumbled. "How 'bout you explain who the hell it was that jumped me back there?"

The response came as fast as usual. -You will learn this on your own. Don't turn to me every time you need an explanation. I've told you that you are original and explained what that means. Now you must learn more on your own.-

A scowl crossed my face. "Go screw yourself you little bastard," I growled at my phone before turning it off and tucking it under my leg.

"For the last time, I'm not short!" a familiar voice screamed at me, causing me to cringe. I relaxed and looked up at Ed.

"I wasn't talking to you!" I shouted defensively. "I was yelling at my phone!"

His eyebrow rose. "You yell at inanimate objects?"

My brows furrowed. "Yeah, why? Haven't you ever felt the urge to scream at something that's pissing you off?"

"Well…" He seemed to think this over before shaking his head and answering quickly, "No. Why am I having this conversation?"

It didn't seem like he was asking for a response, but I gave him one anyway. "Cause you're stuck with me," I said, the left corner of my mouth turning up in a half smile.

Ed rolled his eyes at me and I laughed. I opened my mouth to speak, but another voice intruded into the conversation.

"So this is Reeva?" a male voice said.

My hand reached up to brush my hair back behind my ears as I turned to see who it was. My face paled when I saw yet another familiar face in a uniform.

"Oh what fresh hell is this?" I thought out loud. Ed snorted a laugh.

"Yeah this is her," Ed introduced before looking in my direction.

Oh dear god. And I thought that the Kingsman/Armstrong double was crazy.

"Uh… Hi there?" I had no clue what to say, and knowing who he was on my side didn't help.

"Hello," the man said. "My name is Colonel Roy Mustang."

That expressionless face… Those pit black eyes that stare into your soul… Oh god, why do you hate me!?

The phone under my leg vibrated, as if it were giving me an answer. I ignored it and nodded. "Uh, yeah I know who you are. Ed's mentioned you before."

The Colonel nodded. "Do you know of the arrangement that's been made for you?"

"Ya mean the whole 'I'm under military surveillance until further notice' type thing?" I asked. I shrugged and said, "Yeah, I know of the arrangement."

"Good," he said. His creepy eyes continued to look in my direction as he went on. "Once you're released the Elrics will be keeping an eye on you." Mustang turned his gaze onto Ed. "Unless a task like this is too challenging for you Fullmetal."

The code name had returned and Ed was glaring back up at his commanding officer. "We've got this Colonel. She's just a girl. How much trouble can she cause?"

"Ah, cripes," I mumbled. "You shouldn't have said that dude."

I was released later that day. I wanted nothing more than to have the IV out of my arm and to have my hoodie back on.

My stomach growled loudly as the guys and I exited the building. I sighed.

"Y'all wouldn't know of a place to get hamburgers around here, would you?" I asked.

Ed gave me questioning look. "What the hell is a hamburger?"

I sobbed when he said this. "Agh! What good are you!? It's 1914, but hamburgers still haven't made their debut in Amestick yet!?"

"Amestris…" Alphonse corrected.

"Whatever," I said waving him off. My stomach growled again and I scowled. I quickened my pace to get in front of the two of them and pointed a finger in their direction. Ed gave me the look that told me he was afraid/confused.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I've decided that you guys need to be modernized. Screw digging through files today. It's not like I have anywhere to be really. Today we're going on an adventure."

"What kind of adventure?" Alphonse inquired.

"The tasty kind of adventure."

I put my hands on my hips and smiled smugly. Hehe. This is going to be fun.

A/N: So how was it? Something of a cliffy, but not mind-numbingly painful. We carried on from the last chapter, we introduced Mustang (heheheheh, I've got an interesting plan for who is to Reeva. It'll either be kinda creepy or pretty funny, so y'all take your pick when that's finally revealed), and Reeva is about to bring hamburgers to Amestris. Should be fun ^_^

So if you'd be so kind as to review that'd be awesome. If you don't wanna review, no biggie. Note that constructive criticism is appreciated on the same level as compliments. Always looking to improve my writing. Other than that I'll get to writing ASAP and hopefully have another chapter up before Halloween. I've got some fic ideas for Halloween, so stick around and you'll hear more about than. Until we meet again, take care.

~Hopeless