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Title: Asleep on a Plane
Word Count: 1 100
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Roy, Riza, ME
Summary: Finally, Hawkeye coughed. "The girl's crazy."
Notes: Won third place for Prompt 94: Realistic Self Insert.

Asleep on a Plane

“There’s a girl here in Central,” said Hawkeye as she handed Mustang a file. “She’s a civilian but they’re calling her some sort of psychic because, apparently, she seems to know a lot of things that are going to happen and a lot about the military in general.”

Mustang considered the file and brought a thoughtful hand to his lips. “How do we know about her?” he asked, frowning up at his Lieutenant.

Hawkeye gestured at the file in his hands. “Edward ran into her, sir. He said that she knows a disturbing amount about his past and she claims to know a lot of the developments that have happened lately – including the mission to escort Maria Ross out of the country.”

“What?” snapped Mustang. “How could a civilian possibly - ?”

“Edward also said she’s quite eager to see us.”

Mustang shot her a look. “Us?”

“Yes, sir,” said Hawkeye. “I think it might be in our best interests to pay her a visit.”


The hut was on the outskirts of Central. Judging by the state of it, it had been uninhabited for quite some time, and Mustang grimaced as he raised a hand to knock on the beaten down wood of the door.

“You can come in!”

Mustang glanced uneasily at his Lieutenant and jerked his head at her as he pushed open the door. Hawkeye looked as if she had rested a hand on one of the holsters she wore at her back. Taking a breath, Mustang stepped in first.


“Oh. My. God.”

The second Mustang saw her, he had a feeling there was no need to have brought his gloves. He motioned for Hawkeye to stand down. There was no way the girl could have been any older than eighteen, and the fascination on her features told him that there was no way in all hell that she was a threat.

You’re the girl Fullmetal was talking about?”

She stared at them. “Oh. My. God,” she said again. “It’s you guys! I was hoping I’d get to meet you before I woke up!”

Mustang threw a glance at his Lieutenant who looked about as equally confused. The number of questions that exploded in his head was almost headache-worthy. “...Before you wake up?” asked Mustang finally.

The girl nodded at him eagerly. “See, there’s no way in all hell any of this is real, and the last thing I remember before I landed here was getting on a seven hour flight to the Philippines – so logically this is all a dream.” She shrugged and took in the state of the hut, bringing a mug of what looked like white coffee to her lips. “It explains how this mug never runs out of coffee, anyway.”


She waved a hand at him dismissively and looked from Hawkeye to him and back again. “You guys should get married,” she stated plainly.

Behind him, he heard Hawkeye sputter.

Married?” choked Mustang. “Where on earth did that come from?”

The girl shrugged and took another sip from her coffee. “Well, you should,” she told them lightly. “Or at least, Colonel, grab your chances to kiss her while you still have them – it’ll save you a lot of trouble, believe me.”

Mustang’s back stiffened involuntarily and he felt the heat rising quickly to his face. “What the - ?” He shook his head and glared down at her. “Just – who the hell are you?”

She almost laughed at him. “I’m just a frustrated fan who didn’t get the Royai closure that she wanted. What can you do, right?” She shrugged. “People call me Jelly, by the way. No one bothers with my real name anymore, so you may as well.”

Mustang frowned at her and glanced at his Lieutenant. “Is this kid for real?” he muttered.

“Sir, I think it’d just be best if we made this quick,” she mumbled, refusing to look him in the eye.

Sighing, Mustang turned back to the girl. “Alright fine, Miss... Jelly, Edward told us you know a lot about what’s going on in the military. Tell us what you know.”

She considered them for a moment, taking a seat on a nearby crate and placing her down gently. “Well, I can’t tell you everything because that’d ruin it for everyone. Here’s what I can tell you though – ” She pointed at Hawkeye. “You are going to have more run-ins with homunculi than everyone else, but for someone in your vicinity of awesome, that’s kind of a given. By being the Colonel’s love interest – ”

Excuse me?” snapped Hawkeye.

The girl – Jelly – grinned at her. “You guys are nuts for each other and you know it. Anyway, you’re going to get yourself in a lot of trouble which is going to make you – ” she pointed at the Colonel – “freak out quite a bit. Especially when you find out the deal with Bradley’s son.” She paused and thought for a moment. “You’re gonna end up going through the mill, Colonel – it was painful for us readers too, just so you know. Except when you went apeshit on the douchebag who killed Hughes because he had it coming.”

“You know who killed Hughes?” asked Mustang sharply. “Who did it?”

“Can’t tell you,” said Jelly. “It’d ruin it for everyone. Just believe me when I say that.” She turned back to Hawkeye. “Also, purely because you go everywhere he goes – for better or for worse – you’re going to end up through the mill too. Sorry guys.”

There was a pause after the girl’s prediction, and Mustang glanced from his Lieutenant to her again wondering whether it was a good idea to believe her or not. “You’re crazy,” he said finally. “You made all of that up.”

Jelly smirked. “I’m not crazy. Just over-analytical. And maybe just a little bit obsessed.”

Mustang studied her for a moment. “Is there anything you can tell us that will serve as proof that you’re telling the truth?”

Again, Jelly smirked. “You learnt alchemy by seeing Hawkeye topless.”

Mustang felt his face burn. Behind him, Hawkeye made an indistinguishable sort of noise of embarrassment.


When they left the little hut shortly afterwards, they left in an awkward sort of silence.

Finally Hawkeye coughed. “The girl’s crazy.”

Mustang made a noise of assent. “Yep,” he choked. “Definitely crazy.”


“Jelly, you gotta get up, we just landed.”

Jelly stirred and glared sleepily at her sister. “Best dream ever,” she mumbled, stretching her arms above her head and stumbling out of the plane seat.

Title: Absence
Word Count: 499
Rating: G
Characters: Pinako, the Elrics and the Rockbells
Summary: None of them come back.
Notes: Won third place for Prompt 96: Growing Up in Risembool



The Elrics lose their father first.

Pinako’s not sure about what happened – Trisha’s not exactly clear on the subject. All the information Pinako has is this: one day, Hohenheim is a happy father with a happy family and a bright, happy future – the next, he’s gone, and no one knows where he’s disappeared to and the only evidence of his existence are the photos tacked on the wall in the Rockbell house and the boys he’s left Trisha to raise on her own.

Trisha’s not wholly upset about it, for some reason. “I’m a little disappointed that he couldn’t stay longer is all,” she tells Pinako. “But he’ll be back. We made a promise.”

“What about your boys?” asks Pinako.

Trisha offers the old woman a sad smile. “They’ll understand some day.”

Pinako casts a glance at the children in the corner and can’t help but wonder if they ever will.


Trisha is the next to leave them.

She’s sick. She’s been sick for a while, and by the time Ed and Al catch on, she’s counting her days on one hand. The boys are sitting by her bedside when Pinako enters the room, trying, in their own childish way, to be strong and resolute for their mother. They must old enough to understand the expression on Pinako’s face because they excuse themselves and exit the room.

“How are you feeling?” asks Pinako, grimacing as a guilt twanged in her chest. The boys shouldn’t have had to leave, but she doubts they’ll like this conversation.

Trisha shrugs a little. “You’ll take care of Ed and Al for me, won’t you?” she asks.

“Of course,” Pinako nods. “But Hohenheim should be here. For all of you.”

Trisha smiles at her sadly. “He’ll be back,” she whispers. “But I won’t be able to keep my promise. Apologise to him for me, okay?”

“What about the boys?”

“They’ll understand,” answers Trisha.

“They never will if you leave now,” frowns the old woman.

Trisha says nothing and looks away.


Urey and his wife leave them too.

There’s fighting in Ishbal and there are a lack of doctors. The military arrives at their doorstep one day to ask for their assistance. Winry’s old enough to understand why but still young and naive enough to question why there is fighting in the first place.

“You shouldn’t have to leave Winry behind like this,” Pinako tells them, the night before they leave.

Sara shrugs sadly. “I know. But these people need us and we’d be ashamed to call ourselves doctors if we didn’t do something.”

“We’ll be back,” promises Urey. “Winry will understand.”

Pinako grimaces. She’s heard those words one too many times. She’s disappointed in her son and daughter-in-law that they’re leaving their daughter too. “Make sure you do,” she says finally with a resigned sigh. “Or she never will.”


None of them come back. And if there’s one thing Pinako’s learnt, it’s this: the children don’t understand. They never do.


( 2 comments — Leave a comment )
Feb. 2nd, 2011 08:24 pm (UTC)
Oh, "Absence" just tore my heart out, and the last line just killed me, because it's so true.

Both stories were very good. I loved the second one, the most, though.
Feb. 5th, 2011 10:26 am (UTC)
I liked both stories, but oh man, the second one gets me all sad in a good way. It packs a lot of punch into those ~500 words. Good work!
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