Chapter 1
(Disclaimer: I don't own FMA or Doctor Who. I wrote this a little out of order, so update speed is going to vary. Also let's make one thing clear. I, someone whose better stories are short and humorous, am writing a long fic for two series generally hard to write for. So sorry about that. If you can do a better job write it yourself.)
Pride walked from the library towards home, slumped over slightly. To say he was unhappy would've been an understatement. He had to get back or Mrs. Bradley would be worried. Luckily the street between the library and their isolated home would mostly be empty. There was no reason he had to act anything other than unhappy.
"Selim! Hey Selim!"
Well so much for that idea. He knew that voice. Pride stopped and stood a little straighter. Then he turned around. A girl, around the same height as him, with straight brown hair and brown eyes was there. She was waving at him, running to catch up.
Pride quickly switched to a smile. "Hello Lucy."
He'd met her when he looked about two, physically. Mrs. Bradley and her parents had been worried about them being alone, and had brought them together to interact with people their own age. Well hilarious how that worked out.
"Wow. I haven't seen you in a while Selim," Lucy said, panting and pushing her hair away from her face.
Pride shrugged. "Well, I'm homeschooled now. It's much more interested than school."
And that, strangely, wasn't a lie.
"Well yeah. I got that," Lucy said, rolling her eyes. "But we could still spend time together," she persisted.
She looked at him about as pointedly as a ten-year-old could manage, which looked a fair amount like a pout. Her personality could be grating, unfortunately she was an odd one. Despite how much she struggled in school, she'd always been surprisingly perceptive. That was making it harder to shake her off. Who knew, maybe someday they'd reach the point she realized something was seriously off. His acting was normally fine, but holding it for ten years with no end in sight was a little much.
"Another time, okay?" Pride said. "I have to get back. My tutor's going to be home soon."
That was also true.
When Mrs. Bradley found out he remembered, and had never really forgotten, it had worried him. Admittedly, he'd over reacted a little. But some good had come out of it. One thing was that Ed no longer visited for a little check-up. Al still did. They visited sometimes to see if he remembered, which was a little silly because if Pride was still a threat there was nothing they could do about it. But if he suddenly didn't want to see either one of them it would be suspicious. Al was better than the person who'd done this to him.
The other good thing was he got to be homeschooled instead of being stuck in a school. He did have a real tutor, but she wasn't normal. She spent very little time teaching him things that were learned in schools, and usually just talked about random things like how cheese originated. He already knew how, but she was better than any other tutor he'd had. And he'd had several over the past 325 years, give or take.
Luckily, Lucy believed him. Since it was the truest thing he'd said all day, it would be too ironic if she hadn't. Lucy went back towards the library. Pride headed towards home. Mrs. Bradley knew he wasn't an ordinary ten-year-old, but that didn't stop her from worrying, and he did sort of need to keep living in her house. He also wanted to get back before his tutor, who only went by the Doctor for some reason.
"And that, is the history of how Amestris was formed," the Doctor said. "Which is, of course, complete nonsense."
"Wait, what?" Pride asked.
The statement didn't shake off his rock bottom boredom, but it was still a surprise. The Doctor had just finished giving the false, text book history of Amestris. There were people who questioned it of course, but they'd either been converted or killed back in the day, and teachers didn't usually bring up any ambiguity in the entire history of the country.
"Amestris, the alchemy capital of the world, just happens to be in the shape of a circle? I don't buy that. And if it was something neutral, or positive, like a symbol of what the country's about, it wouldn't be secret. Which means the reason is negative."
The Doctor shoved most of the stuff off the table, except a map, books and pencils thumping against the ground. Then she grabbed some tacks she'd knocked on the floor.
"Pencil, pencil. Where did the pencils go?"
"You knocked them off the table."
"Right!" The Doctor grabbed one as it rolled by. "Now, the parts of Amestris are very different in most ways, but if it's something negative, one thing this country always has is bloodshed. So, we start marking major events. . ."
The Doctor continued talking, listing off major bloodshed and a few other things that sounded like nonsense, but then again it seemed like she was talking to herself by now anyway.
"And that will show us . . . ta-da!" The Doctor stepped back, having drawn the transmutation circle for the Philosopher's Stone on the map. "A transmutation circle for the entire country!" She paused for a moment, taking a few breaths and smiling victoriously. Then she spoke, in a way that was clearly a complete after thought. "I should probably tell somebody."
(I wonder how many Doctor's people would guess if I left it ambiguous?)