DISCLAIMER: noooo *fades away into thin air*

Propping his head up against his elbow, Edward, trapped in Mustang's body, sighed.

The loud puffing of the train could be heard, and the faint noise of a crowd outside was also able to be listened to. There were many people at the station today.

"Why..." He muttered, looking outside of the train window and gazing at a sign obliviously, though not focusing his full attention onto anything in particular.

For the past hour or so, maybe less, all he'd had on his mind was how this could happen. How alchemy could have long-term effects, and especially how it could work in body exchanges. And, why did it not need to obey the rule of equivalent exchange? That was, aside from the Philosopher's Stone, the one rule in alchemy that applied to everything, and this was just breaking that rule? It puzzled him.

"How did this happen...?"

"Huh?" Riza asked, looking across at him in mild confusion, though not displaying any particular emotion out of the ordinary.

"Nothing..."

"You think of anyone else who could help?" She questioned, deciding to go back to the topic of Ed and Roy's body switch.

She had been told quite a while ago, Edward having to explain while he (coming across as Roy Mustang) had been saying 'I'm not so short that-' before being cut off. So, though it taken a fair bit of convincing, she now knew about the... incident.

'A doctor...?' Is what Ed would have suggested. However, he had a strong despise for doctors, hospitals, and surgeons (but of course, Winry didn't count).

And anyway, what could a doctor do that alchemy couldn't? Or if not alchemy, alchestry? Doctors were overrated anyway.

"Nothing." He eventually replied in slight chagrin, a small sigh following his words.

"What am I supposed to do... I can't stay as stupid colonel bastard forever..." He muttered. However, a different thought suddenly sprung to his mind, and he subconsciously smirked. "However, I am liking being taller... Perhaps a little longer wouldn't hurt-"

"NO WAY." He heard his own voice, from the seat behind him say loudly.

He still couldn't quite get used to that.

He turned around, poking his head over the side of Roy's seat, a mocking expression on his face.

"You're not stealing my body for another day, and as soon as we get back to the military HQ, we're finding some way out of this! Damnit I will not be a pea-sized runt forever!"

"HEY WHAT ARE YOU SAYING ABOUT MY BODY YOU MIDGET I'M NOT SO SMALL-"

Ed stopped.

He'd done it...

...He had actually called himself a midget.

"I MEAN, I MEAN, I MEAN-"

"SEE!? EVEN YOU CAN ADMIT THAT THIS BODY IS THAT OF A MIDGET'S!"

"GOD DAMNIT MUSTANG!"

There was a short silence, a few people having turned around to see a man and an adolescent shouting at eachother, head to head with their fists clenched as they clutched onto the tops of the seats.

"Both of you grow up." Riza interluded, gun pointed at the back of Roy's blonde head.

Upon noticing this, the two immediately stopped, and slumped back down in their seats.

"B-B-B-But Riza, look at me..."

"It's not that bad. At least you didn't swap with, I dunno, Al."

"Yeah, it's pretty horrible for him, you shouldn't be the one complaining when you have such a WONDERFUL body, Colonel." Ed agreed, his black eyes closing as he leaned back into his seat, a mild frown upon his face.

"I suppose... That's something to be grateful for..." He sighed, contemplating over Riza and Ed's words. "But still, this automail is ridiculously heavy. Now I can at least see why you're so strong."

"Ha, struggling much?" Ed replied with a grin.

"It's harder than expected."

"I suppose we're both going to have to get used to it... But only for a few days, I hope. There has to be someone out there..."

Though Edward did enjoy his new height, and not having the heavy automail to carry around on him, he did slightly miss his old body.

He missed his beautiful long golden locks, his alchemy which didn't require any circles. He missed being able to talk with Al casually, in his own voice rather than Mustang's. He missed making his arm into a blade and threatening evil-doers who called him short.

Even though this body was indeed taller, he didn't get the wonderful feeling of satisfaction from it, because he knew it wasn't his own.

But, he had certainly enjoyed teasing Roy about it, bragging about how he was taller.

"We'll find a way out." He said eventually. "There'll be some way."

"You think so?"

"I know so."