Alright guys so this is my first try at an FMA fan fic and it will be based off of Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood!
I'm so excited, my beta reader is loving it already and everything!

PS sorry, i need to take a break from Beau and Daryl, I've gotten pretty burnt out on their story BUT expect more updates soon!

Name: Johanna Abrecht

Age: 15

Appearance: Brown, curly hair and brown eyes. She is short and lean, covered in strange tattoos

It was cold, and Johanna was wet. She blinked once, twice, three times, before it finally registered that she was alive. Johanna felt herself from head to toes; she was, indeed, intact, and soaked from the rain. She tried desperately to remember where she came from, but the last thing she remembered was laying in her bed, and suddenly, nothing.

"Oh god!" Johanna grimaced, suddenly feeling sick, bringing her hands to her mouth. Johanna cried out, seeing lines tracing down her arms, up to her shoulders and across her chest. Johanna began to panic, trying unsteadily to stand. What are these?! She thought, leaning against the wall, staring down at herself in horror. After the initial shock settled, Johanna felt okay on her feet, and slowly made her way down the alley, still shaky and unable to take her eyes off of her arms.

Johanna was practically naked, in a camisole and pants that were sizes too small. She turned a corner, hoping to come along someone, but she was left disappointed. The streets were empty, as she expected them to be in this downpour. As Johanna walked she came across a small shop, closed, but it wasn't the shop that caught her attention.

The reflection in the window was familiar, but at the same time very different. Johanna knew it was her, all logic told her it had to be, but the girl that she was looking at was not the same girl who had gone to bed the night before. This girl was older, by quiet a few years, and sometime between the night and the morning she had filled out, leaving her clothes too small.

Johanna's mouth dropped in shock, and she began to panic, hyperventilating as she did. She trailed her newfound curves, her eyes finally resting on her strange, new tattoos that adorned her chest. Slowly she turned, following the black lines to an even bigger piece on her back. It was too much and Johanna let loose a terrified scream before sinking to the ground, where she sat heaving and sobbing.

A piece of paper captured Johanna's attention, and she turned to look at it. It was a newspaper. Johanna flailed for it, trying desperately to grab it before it flew off down the street. Johanna picked it up, gently unfolding so she didn't rip the wet paper, and looked up to the top for the date.

Impossible! Johanna's eye grew wide and she blinked several times, rubbing her eyes. It was no illusion however, and each time she rechecked the page, it said the same date. 1915? This date is wrong?! It's 1913!

A loud explosion rang out from somewhere behind Johanna, startling her. She glanced around quickly, not seeing any sign of a struggle, when a second boom sounded, this time much closer. Johanna screamed, taking off down the street. She ran as fast as she could and as far away from the sound as possible. Another loud explosion rang clear this time, and Johanna nearly stumbled over her own two feet in panic.

Johanna was running blindly now, the rain in her eyes. She'd lost her newspaper a while back, but she wasn't turning around for it, not in a million years. In front of her a boy flew out into the street, but Johanna was running too fast to stop. Johanna and the young man collided, but neither of them fell as he caught her in his arms, holding onto her tightly.

Johanna took in the young boy's features and he stared at her fearfully with bright, golden eyes. His hair was long, blonde and neatly braided, and he was about her height. He stared her up and down, his eyes trailing over the black lines that adorned her arms and chest, before finally resting on her face. His eyes darted away from her, looking off behind her.

What happened next seemed to go in slow motion. Johanna turned to find a huge, hulking man lunging at them. His hair was white and on his face sat a huge, x-shaped scar. His eyes grew wide behind his sunglasses as he lunged at her, his left arm outstretched and glowing blue.

"Look out!" The boy yelled, pulling Johanna into his chest tightly. Johanna screamed, burying her face into his shoulder as he brought his right arm out to shield them. Another explosion, as Johanna and the boy were sent flying out into the street. She landed hard on top of him, groggy and confused, her head swimming from the loud noise that just pierced her eardrum. "Dammit!" the boy groaned, sitting up, Johanna still in his lap. "Are you okay?" He asked her, genuinely concerned. Johanna nodded her head, at a loss for words.

Satisfied that she wasn't injured, the boy looked up behind her, and Johanna followed his gaze. The man stood at the entrance to the alleyway, staring down at her. Relief flickered over his features, but only for a moment.

"Automail, then that explains why my attacks didn't do the damage I expected." the man spoke with a deep voice, one that chilled Johanna to the very core. Something glinted in the low light in Johanna's peripheral vision. Her eyes grew wide, and she was shocked to find a metal arm holding her tightly.

"Can you walk?" The boy asked her. Johanna barely heard him, unable to break away from the metal limb around her shoulder. "Can you walk?" he asked again.

"Y-yes." Johanna stammered.

"Good, you need to get out of here." Suddenly fearful, Johanna pushed off of him, standing, but not taking her eyes off of the large, intimidating man in front of her. Behind him she could see what appeared vague outline of body lying on the alleyway floor. It was unmoving and seemed to be in pieces, an arm here a leg there. Johanna gasped, realizing what she saw wasn't a body at all, but an empty piece of armor.

The boy who had caught her clapped his hands together, effectively drawing her attention from the destroyed suit of armor. His metal hand changed into a sword right before her very eyes, leaving Johanna speechless. Was that alchemy? She thought to herself. But it couldn't be! He didn't use a circle!

"Brother! Don't! Just run away!" The suit of armor shouted from the alleyway. His voice startled her, a talking suit of armor is something you don't see everyday. More alchemy? She assumed. Johanna's eyes flickered back to the armor who still lay in the alleyway. That's no alchemy I've ever seen.

"You press your hands together to make a ring and then you perform transmutation." The scarred one said, his attentions turning to the boy. The boy yelled, running for the man, but he wasn't fast enough. The scarred man caught his metal arm, staring hard at the young boy. "It seems I will have to start by destroying this abhorrent metal arm of yours." He growled. In an instant, the boy's arm exploded into thousands of pieces, the force of it sending him flying backwards.

Johanna screamed as the boy fell to the ground next to her, and she brought her hands up, shielding her from the various shards of metal. The boy landed hard on the concrete where he stayed, staring up at the man in front of him in a mixture of shock and pain. The scarred one approached him slowly, glaring down at him.

"Now you will not be able to use your heretic alchemy." He spoke coolly. The scarred one stood over the stunned boy, his arm flashing blue, pulsing with some sort of unknown energy. "I will give you a moment to pray to God."

"Brother! Run!" The voice yelled from the alleyway. Wheels began to turn in Johanna's head, a sinking feeling growing in the pit of her stomach. This man is going to kill him! She thought frantically, her fear quickly dissipating. I can't watch them die! Johanna had to do something and she had to act fast.

Johanna threw herself forward, her knees landing heavily on the ground. She threw her arms around the boy's shoulders, effectively sitting in between him and the psychopath with the glowing arm. Johanna looked up at the scarred man; he seemed confused by her actions.

"I did not come here for you, girl. Move. Now." He demanded. Johanna didn't flinch; instead she gripped the boy tighter.

"I wont!" She yelled back at him. The scarred one's eyes narrowed at her, trying to work out why she would throw her life away for the scum he was about to purge. "Please, just leave him alone!" The young boy glanced over at her, and then back at his brother, who still lay in the alleyway. He heaved a heavy sigh.

"Am I the only one you're after today?" the boy spoke up from underneath Johanna's protective embrace. She loosened her grip on him, pulling away to look at him. The boy stared unflinchingly up at the scarred man. "Or will you kill them when you're through with me?"

"If they continue to interfere, I will eliminate them, however Fullmetal Alchemist, you are the only one receiving judgment today." the boy stiffened underneath her and he turned his face to meet hers.

"Let me go." He whispered to her, meeting her gaze. Johanna shook her head defiantly. Everything told her to run, to go before she suffered the same fate, but she couldn't run knowing that he would die. Even if she didn't know him, Johanna knew she wouldn't be able to live with that.

"No." She told him.

"Now is not the time for heroics. Let me go and he'll spare you." The boy she now knew as Fullmetal explained. Again Johanna shook her head, holding him tighter and glaring up at the scarred man fearlessly.

"Foolish girl." The man said quietly, outstretching his hand towards her face. "Your judgment will be swift." Fullmetal again tried to shake her off, but Johanna wasn't moving, she only held him tighter.

"GET OFF! RUN YOU IDIOT!" He screamed at her. Johanna's heartbeat thudded loudly in her ears and she could feel the scarred man's hand creeping closer and closer to her. The boy under her stopped moving and simply stared incredulously at the girl who was holding him. Why would she sacrifice herself for me? She doesn't even KNOW ME!

A gunshot cracked the still air and Johanna flinched, jumping nearly ten feet in the air. She dared to look up at the scarred man, who had stopped in his tracks, looking off into the distance.

"That's enough!" A deep voice echoed off the empty streets. Johanna looked up for its owner, to find an entire row of state soldiers in blue, guns drawn, pointing their firearms in their direction. "You wont be killing anyone else today, Scar." the black haired man spoke confidently, his gun still in the air. "I'm taking you into custody, where you will answer for the murders of at least ten State Alchemists."

"Alchemists alter things from their natural form, perverting them into something else, something grotesque." Scar said matter of factly, his eyes darting to Johanna. "They profane God, the true creator of all things. As an agent of God I'm here to hand down his judgment." he spoke, not taking his eyes off of her. "If you interfere I will eliminate you as well."

"Oh, is that right?" The soldier said haughtily. He handed his gun off to the woman beside him, who took it with wide eyes.

"Colonel Mustang!" The woman called after him. The Colonel ignored her and Johanna watched as he strode out into the middle of the street confidently. Scar narrowed his eyes, amused.

"Colonel Mustang? So this is the Flame Alchemist." A look of realization came over Scar's face and he stepped away from Johanna. She breathed a sigh of relief as she watched him walk over to the Colonel, ready to fight. "To think you would volunteer yourself for my judgment. This is truly an auspicious day!" Scar began to run at him, but the colonel kept his same pace.

"So you know who I am and you still want to fight?" The Colonel said holding his hand up in front of his face. The woman from before ran up behind him and just as the Colonel went to snap his fingers, she tripped him. Scar's hand missed the Colonel's face by mere inches and the woman drew two side arms, firing them in earnest at the psychopath who'd nearly killed her superior.

Johanna watched in amazement as he danced around the bullets, each of them hitting in the dirt at his feet, or embedding themselves in building behind him. Scar drew closer to them as he dodged the bullets, and Johanna's eyes widened. Oh no, he's coming back towards us! She glanced over at Fullmetal, as he too was thinking the same thing.

Johanna could transmute a wall, her father had taught her basic alchemy when she was younger. I don't have time or chalk to draw a circle! Johanna glanced over at Fullmetal, her eyes wandered across his chest until they stopped at his shoulder, the one with the missing arm. Maybe I don't need a circle... Slowly Johanna brought her hands together, biting her lip as she did. Here goes nothing!

Johanna threw her hands at the ground, emanating bright blue sparks as she did. A wall sprang up in front of her and Fullmetal, shielding them from the incoming bullets. Johanna stared at her hands, shocked, swaying where she knelt. I can't believe that worked… Johanna looked up at Fullmetal who stared at her, wide eyed, before her eyes began to grow heavy. She wasn't prepared for how much energy it had taken to transmute and she grew more tired by the second.

Edward stared at the girl, shocked for the second time that day. She just transmuted without a circle. Impossible. Nobody can do that, unless… His eyes quickly scanned her body but she seemed to be intact. The girl wobbled dangerously next to him, and he shot his hands out, snatching her into his only arm for the second time. She stared up at him weakly, struggling to keep her eyes open.

"Fullmetal?" one of the soldiers asked, running around the transmuted wall, over to where they sat. The girl's eyes shut heavily, leaving Edward staring down at her, dazed. "Edward? Edward Elric?" Edward turned his head to look at them and they turned their attentions to the girl in his lap, taking her limp body from his one good arm.

"Miss? Miss?" One of the soldiers had returned begun to snap in her face, trying to wake her up, but she was out cold. The soldier's hand moved to her neck, checking for a pulse. He seemed to breath a sigh of relief, signaling to Edward that he'd found one. "Do you know her name?" The soldier asked Edward. Edward shook his head, as another man helped him to his feet. Again his eyes traveled to the wall she'd transmuted to save their lives.

Impossible Girl…

Johanna woke a few minutes after her fainting spell, and despite her constant reassurances that she was okay; she was taken to Eastern City's hospital. At the behest of Colonel Mustang, Johanna was given quite a few tests, x-rays, hearing and vision, all of which came back positive.

Johanna now sat patiently in the examination room, she'd always hated hospitals, and she fidgeted nervously on the bed. Her clothes had been disposed of, and she had been given military issued clothes, a white tank top and grey sweat pants. The door to her room opened and the Colonel from earlier entered. He hesitated at the door, stepping to the side as Fullmetal stepped in after him.

Johanna watched the pair quietly, her eyes darting between the armless young man and the Colonel. She waited for what felt like forever before either of them spoke a word.

"My name is Colonel Roy Mustang," The taller man introduced himself formally. Johanna smiled at him weakly.

"Johanna Albrecht." She told him. The Colonel hesitated for a moment, before looking down at Fullmetal. The younger man realized it was his turn to introduce himself.

"Edward, Edward Elric." He said flatly.

"That was a very stupid thing you did today." Colonel Mustang told her matter of factly. Johanna raised her eyebrow at him as he flashed a smile. "However, I know a young State Alchemist and his brother who are incredibly indebted to you." He shot another look at Edward, who narrowed his eyes, glaring at the wall.

"It was nothing." Johanna said meekly, fidgeting with the blankets on either side of her. Edward's eyes flew to the girl's body. Cautiously, he eyed her up and down, his sight lingering over the tattoos that covered her. It was an array of some kind, and as he circled her bed his eyes drifted to the piece that dawned her back. No, make that two arrays, it was different from the front, a style he'd never seen before.

"Your tattoos…" Edward trailed off, earning a bitchface from the Colonel. Johanna grabbed the blanket, wrapping them around her shoulders to cover her chest, back and arms. "Where did you get them?" He demanded. Johanna frowned at the floor.

"I-I don't know." Johanna said quietly, growing silent. She could still feel Edward's eyes boring into her. Colonel Mustang cleared his throat, glaring at Edward as he did.

"Please, excuse my subordinate. His tact is lacking. If it's okay with you I would like to ask you a few questions." The Colonel chimed in, earning a dirty look from Edward.

"I'll try to answer them." Johanna said honestly, but she felt like she should be the one to ask the questions. She was sure she couldn't answer any of theirs.

"We'll start easy, Johanna. Where are you from?" He asked her. Johanna hesitated, biting her lip. She shook her head, looking at the floor.

"I-I'm from East City. I live here with my father" Johanna told him. Roy Mustang raised an eyebrow at her, sharing a look with Edward.

"What were you doing out in the rain today, Miss Albrecht?" Colonel Mustang smiled at her. Johanna shook her head.

"I don't know." She paused looking at the pair. "I woke up in an alley, covered in these markings, in a body I barely recognize..." Johanna felt her eyes start to tear up and she buried her face in her hands. She remembered the paper she'd found shortly after waking up. "And I-I saw a newspaper! It said that it was 1915!" The Colonel frowned, again looking at Edward. What on earth... Mustang thought to himself, taking a second look at her shoulders, arms and chest.

"What do you mean? What year is it supposed to be?" The Colonel asked, dumbfounded. Johanna gawked at the man and the Colonel shifted awkwardly, feeling bad for the arrogant tone he had just took with her. She was obviously confused.

"It's 1913! Is this some kind of joke?" The Colonel glanced over at Edward and the two shared a pointed look. Edward felt himself softening towards the girl; he could tell now that she wasn't lying or playing coy. Johanna truly believed what she was saying.

"Miss Albrecht, today's date is April 13th, 1915." Edward reached across the bed, grabbing a newspaper from the nightstand and holding it out for her to take. Johanna stared at the paper quietly, not taking it from him. She shook her head slowly.

"That's impossible." She whispered.

"How old are you, Miss Albrecht?" The colonel questioned her again. Johanna stared up at him.

"I'm thirteen." She told him quietly. Johanna narrowed her eyes, shaking her head. "No, if it's 1915, I suppose I would be 15…" Johanna whimpered, burying her face in her hands. Edward shared an uncomfortable look with The Colonel, both of which were confused, pitying. "I-I need to go home." She said suddenly, catching both of them off guard.

"I don't think that is such a wise idea, Miss Albrecht. You went head to head with a very dangerous man today." The Colonel told her matter of factly. Johanna shook her head at him.

"I'm missing two years of my life. My father must be worried sick! I need to go home… please…" Johanna reached a hand out for the Colonel Mustang, grabbing onto the sleeve of his jacket. She began to sob and the Colonel sighed deeply. She had questions, the same as him. Maybe if she went home she could get some answers.

"Well, your tests came back positive, you seem to be in good condition," The Colonel trailed off, glancing at Edward. Edward shook his head, he obviously didn't approve of The Colonels decision. "Alright, but you'll be sent with an escort."

Edward heaved a heavy sigh. Johanna was completely lost in a world that she had no idea about. If she really was missing two years, she had to realize things could have changed drastically. Her father may not even recognize her, or worse, he could be gone completely.

"I'll go with her." Edward said finally, after considerable debate. If she was going out there, he didn't want her to go with someone she didn't know. Even if she just met him, he felt that he'd be better company then a few soldiers who didn't know her name. Plus, it'd give him an opportunity to do some snooping. The Colonel smirked at him, eyeing him up and down.

"You aren't exactly fighting fit either, Fullmetal. I suppose I have no choice. I will accompany you as well." The Colonel happily offered.

"Great." Edward said through gritted teeth.

So there it is, chapter one! What did you guys think? I have so much in store for you MUAHAHAHAHAAAA.

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