In His Own World

Chapter 1

A John Doe

(A/N I'm trying my hand at another Fullmetal Alchemist and X-Men: Evolution crossover. This one will be pretty good I'm hoping. It's centered totally around Ed. Please read it and tell me how this one is.)

SUM: After Ed went through the gate he ended up in the world where humans and mutants clashed. He has no alchemic powers and his brain seems to have been running on autopilot after seeing too much violence in this world and remembering his own past. He never speaks and his face remains icy cold. After a series of odd chemical robberies for two years the X-Men start to get curious and investigate. They find the missing chemicals not the mention a short 18 year-old boy with to mechanical limbs. He seems have gone off the deep end they end up taking him in. They find out he's not out as deep as they first thought. But after a while some people come up from nowhere trying to take Edward from them and these people will do anything to get Ed back.

SOUNDS/sounds

Thoughts

Telepathy

It was late night and a bit chilly. The leaves had already changed colors and falling to ground from the light wind. The blackened sky was crystal clear with a waning crescent moon in the sky. It was the prefect night to do some spy work.

Four figures dressed in black stood in front of an old rundown warehouse. There were four buildings in all but only one had their interest. There was a very dim light coming from inside one, meaning there was someone in there. The group consisted of two men and two women. They had to do this very quietly as to no alert the person inside.

"Kitty," the taller and younger of the two men spoke. "We need you to phase us through the siding to get inside without alerting him."

"Sure thing, Scott," the brunet girl spoke, hurrying to metal siding of the rusty warehouse. "Let's go."

One person took her hand as the other put their hands on her shoulder as she started to phase through think siding take her companions with her. Once inside they saw that the place was full of old, rotten wooden crates and rusting metal carts. There was a strait path on the dusty floor full of footprints leading towards the back. The light was in the far back putting the towering crates in a black silhouette. They quietly moved towards the back. Careful not to knock anything over, as they walked in a single line, down the narrow path, following the light.

Once in the back they saw boxes, crates, and baskets full of chemicals and empty bottles, vials, and flasks everywhere, on carts, tables, and the floor. Everything had a label on it telling them just what kind of chemicals was in here. It was veritable bomb in there. They started to move farther into the back. They saw all sorts of kerosene lamps and candles; all of them were lit up. Towards their right they saw an old, flat mattress with dirty blankets resting on top of it in a mess. The pillow was flat and full of holes.

"Is this person even here," Scott asked in a hushed tone.

"He's here," the other man said taking a whiff of the air. "Don't know where though. The punk's hidin' somewhere."

"Logan," the last person spoke up.

"What, Red," He asked, looking at her.

"Over there," she pointed farther towards the back as everyone turned in that direction.

There stood a teen with his head hanging down slightly with arms resting loosely at his side. He had long blond hair freely hanging in his face on his shoulders. His hair was also wet making it shine in the candlelight. His face was shadowed but pair of icy, golden eyes peered out from behind his blond hair. He was small and thin yet well built. He wore a ratty pair boxers and a black tank top with a towel in his left hand. But his most striking feature was his right arm and left leg. They were mechanical and the steel plating shined brightly in the orange glow of the multiple small flames in the area.

"Freaky," Kitty said, quietly. "Reminds me of The Ring."

"So, you're the little snot stealing the chemicals," Logan snapped, starting towards him as the kid's shot his head up and glared at him.

"Stop," Jean said, grabbing his shoulder.

"What for," He asked, looking over his shoulder.

"I'm getting an odd feeling," she said, looking at the blond teen. "I don't think he is right."

"You mean… He's mentally off," Scott asked, looking at the boy's dead face.

"Yeah," she nodded. "Logan, don't try to threaten him. It could set him off and no telling what he could do."

"Then what do you propose, Jean," he asked, crossing his arms. "I don't think this little punk is going to come willingly."

"Have you ever tried talking first," she sighed, walk carefully up to him but stopped good bit away. "Hi, I'm Jean. What's your name?"

He just glared at her with a blank face. She was not going to let that glare get to her.

"How old are you? Where did you come from," she asked but still no response.

"I say we just grab the kid and go," Logan said, walking passed Jean. "This talking bit isn't going to work."

"Logan, let's rethink this," Scott spoke up noticing the blond tense up as Logan got closer to him. "Jean might have the right idea. And if this turns into fight with all these chemicals around…"

"I know what I'm doing," Logan said, reaching for short teen. "C'mer, kid."

The moment Logan touched the teen he jumped back as a nice sized blade came out of a thin opening his metal arm, aimed right a at Logan. He just smirked and showed the kid his own set of knives. The teen did not even flinch as Logan held them the teen's face.

"Don't try anything stupid, Blondie," He said, retracting his left and reached for him again.

The teen swung his arm at Logan clipping the top part of his hand. With in a few seconds the wound was gone. This time Logan lunged at him but the teen jumped back and took off.

"Smooth move, Mr. Logan," Kitty said as the teen ran to a crate of vials that read 'chloroform' on the side. "Oh, be careful."

"Jean," Scott said, pointing at the teen as he pulled out a couple vials. "Get those away from him!"

"I'll do more than that," she said, focusing on the vials in hands and jerked them straight out. "Sorry about this, but…"

She dropped the thin glass vials to the floor at his feet. A thick mist rose from the shattered glass. The blond started coughing and swatting the mist from his face. Then he bolted again to get out of it, only to be tackled by Scott.

"Stop moving," he said as the small teen tried to get out from underneath him. "I don't want to hurt you!"

The teen suddenly became still under Scott's weight. He got up and rolled the teen over. He was sound asleep. Logan and others walked up behind him as Scott picked him up bridal style.

"Smart move with the chloroform," Logan said, looking at Jean.

"That wouldn't have happened if you hadn't gone after him like that," she sighed as Logan just narrowed his eyes. "Don't you know the meaning of subtle?"

"Shut up, Red, and let's get moving," He said, walking back towards the front of the warehouse.

"Like, what are we going to with him," Kitty asked, going around putting out the candles and lamps. "I mean he is wanted for the robberies of these chemicals."

"I think we should take him back to Professor Xavier for right now," Jean said, finding an old red coat by his bed. "We can give the police a tip on the chemicals and have them come and clean up this mess. I found a coat to lay over him."

Jean set the coat over them as they heard Logan opened the rusty door in the front of the building. They walked out of the dark building and got back in the large black van they came in. Scott set the blond down gently in one of the back seats, placing the coat over his shoulders. Kitty remained in the back with him as Scott got in front passenger seat and Logan got in the drivers seat. Jean was sitting right behind Scott.

Kitty looked over at the blond a sleep in the back seat. She reached over a removed some of the damp hair out of his face. Upon noticing how warm he was, she put a hand on his forehead. He was burning up.

Hey, you, guys," she said as Logan started to head back to the institute. "I think he's running a fever."

"Now that you mention it," Scott said, turning around slightly, "he was a bit warm when I picked him up."

"We better hurry then," Jean said, looking over at Logan.

"Yeah, yeah," He moaned adding a little more speed to the van.

It was 8 in the morning on a sunny, cool Saturday. Most everyone was awake by now with a few people still snoozing but not many. Rumor soon spread through out the building about the new kid in the infirmary. They wanted to see him but Logan made it perfectly clear no one was to enter the infirmary. McCoy had discovered this mystery boy was suffering from bad case of the flu.

Xavier tried to look up the boy using Cerebro but no known records could be found on him. No birth records, address, parents, family, not even a name. He tried probing the boy's mind directly to get some information out but he soon found out this boy had some pretty damn tight mental blocks. After hearing what Jean had told him the ten never spoke, his face remained cold and blank, he hardly moved when she talked to him, but he did react to insults and threats.

He was still sleeping off the chloroform. Xavier called in Forge earlier that morning to come and look at the mechanical arm and leg. He was rather impressed by it. He told Xavier that every one of the wires in the mechanical limbs were connected to the live nerves in his body. There was no need for a battery or anything to supply power. The tiny electrical pulses of the average nerve moved everything.

He also noted something. He compared the boy's right leg to his left leg. He was off balance. His real leg had grown a bit since his artificial one was last attached. His arm length was also a bit off. He told Xavier about it and asked if he could study how the limbs were made and connected so he could remake the mystery teen a new set. Xavier agreed to it.

He had left as everyone else had just gotten up and that was probably how the rumor of the mystery teen got out. Hank remained in the infirmary to make sure this teen did not freak out from his new surroundings. Logan had come down to check on him so he could tell everyone upstairs that nothing was wrong so they would leave him alone.

"How is he," Logan asked, looking the teen sound asleep in one of the beds. "I have to tell those runts something so they can get off my back."

"He's fine," Hank said, looking over the blond. "He's still a John Doe. He just has a case of the flu and he's still sleeping off the chloroform. Forge was down here earlier. He got a look at his mechanical limbs. They need to be replaced. He's off balance and over time that could really hurt his back. Forge is also looking into some lighter metals to use but still be as strong as the steel he has now. I must say he looked like a little kid in a candy shop."

"Whatever. That's all I needed to know," he said, turning around towards the door.

SHAAAATTER!

Hank just stared at the back of Logan's head. It was covered in water and pieces of glass. Logan quickly turned around to looking at the teen sitting strait up in his white sheets holding up a bedpan, ready to throw it at any given moment.

"I'm sensing a little hostility," McCoy said, looking at the emotionless John Doe and then back at Logan. "Did you do something to him by chance last night?"

"Blondie, that's enough out of you," Logan yelled, extending his claws as the teen threw bedpan.

Logan cut it into piece with one swing of his arm. He then looked back at the teen who had his blade back out. McCoy quickly got between them. Logan tried to go around the big blue mutant was only pushed back.

"Now, Logan," he began. "I think it's best for now that you leave here."

"That little punk is going to get if keeps doing shit like that," Logan snapped, retracting his metal claws and stumped off towards the door.

"Now, now," McCoy said, turning towards the John Doe. "Let's say we put that way. My name is Hank McCoy. What's yours?"

The blond just glared at him but retracted the blade by opening his hand. Hank walked up to him as the teen slowly followed him with his golden eyes. Hank placed a large hand on the teen's forehead. He then picked up a digital thermometer.

"Alright, now I just want to take your temp," he said, looking at teen's glare narrowed. "Sigh… I just need you to open your mouth and keep the tip under your tongue until it beeps, okay?"

He brought the thermometer to the teen's mouth as the teen slowly opened up his lips. A few seconds later it beeped. He looked at and sighed. 102.4 degrees was not good. He went over to a medicine cabinet as he heard the door open. He looked over to see Xavier, Scott, and Jean entered through the door.

"Logan told us what happened," Scott smirked, wanting to laugh but only got elbowed by Jean. "Ow! So, how is he?"

"He's running a temp of 102.4," He said find a bottle of fever reducer. "You tell me how he's doing."

"Not so good," Jean said, looking at the teen staring at her. "Good morning. My name is Jean Grey. This is Scott Summers and Professor Charles Xavier."

"Has he said anything yet," Xavier asked, looking at McCoy.

"No, not even so much as a simple moan," he sighed, bringing the teen two pills and cup of water. "He just gives that cold stare of his."

"Is a he mute than," Scott asked, looking McCoy. "Maybe he knows sign language."

Scott looked over the John Doe getting sign language alright. Scott made a face, as he looked the infamous middle finger. Jean just grinned and patted him on his shoulder.

"Oh, yeah," she smiled. "He knows—that one."

"Did you have to comment on that," Scott moaned.

"Take this," Hank said, handing the blond the two pills and the glass of water. "It will bring down your fever."

What's your name, young man?

The teen turned to look at the man in the wheel chair as he swallowed the two pills.

Can you tell me your name? I won't ask anything else of you right now. I just want your name.

The teen just stared at Xavier with his blank, golden eyes.

All right, not right now than. I'll ask y—

Edward… Elric…

"That's all I wanted to know. Thank you, Edward. Everyone I think it's time we let him rest," Xavier said, looking at Scott and Jean. "If he has the flu it might not be wise to hang around for too long."

"That's a good idea," Scott said, walking towards the door. "See you later."

"Bye," Jean said, following right behind him.

"Hank, can I have a word with you outside," Xavier asked, rolling towards the door with his friend by his side.

"Yes, of course," he nodded following Xavier and closed the door. "What is it, Charles?"

"I finally got through to him," Xavier said, looking up at McCoy. "It took me a couple of times but he finally told me his name. It's Edward Elric. I don't know how to explain him. He very much there but it's like he's up in tall tower inside an impenetrable stone fortress. It's like he's shut himself off from the world around him. It's a safe guard programming in his mind to block things from coming in and going out."

"What I still don't understand is how and why he stole all those chemicals," Hank said, crossing his arms. "It makes no sense. What purpose did he have for doing that? He wasn't selling them. He just kept them."

"It had a purpose, Hank," Xavier said, turning toward the closed door to the infirmary. "He wanted someone to find him. Hmhmhm... Edward is very smart young man. He kept everyone guessing for two solid years. He was wanting for someone to figure it out. He wants help that much I'm sure of. And God knows he needs it."

(A/N How was that chapter. I have another X-Men: Evolution and Fullmetal Alchemist crossover out called The Long and Winding Road. Ed as to teach a new girl named Millie Cromwell to be a State Alchemist. But during a freak battle the two are sent into a new world where their alchemy will cause them a lot of problems. They end up making friend with Rogue and after that things start to change both for the good and for the bad. Ed and Logan don't see eye to eye and needless to say there is a lot of fighting between them. Just read it you might like it too.)

Millie M. Banshee

A/N: So this story is adopted. Everything up to chapter 20 is Millie M. Banshee's, and the story still belongs to her after that, I'm just going to finish it up.

So, most of you have probably already read and reviewed this chapter, so I'll be posting the next one, hopefully, tomorrow.

Thanks for reading!

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