Disclaimer: I do not own FMA or any of the Plot or characters, Arakawa does. I do, however, own any OCs, any plot I create, and any fangirl moments used against Ed.

Chapter 10

Trisha Elric and Threats

(Trisha Elric)

She walked around the house, tidying things up, and finishing making lunch for the boys. She called them in and waited a minute.

As she took in a breath to cal them again, she began a fit of coughing that threw her forward and to her knees. He lungs burned and she kept coughing. She felt like she broke her throat, blood spurting out with the next cough.

She kept coming in and out of awareness at the point, her vision blurring with each cough, her body becoming more and more numb. But that wasn't the worst part. Then her soul was ripped from her being. And that, was the most indescribably white hot, burning, flairing feeling imaginable.

'Edward...' She thought. 'Alphonse..' Then she fell forward and blacked out for the last time in her life.

"Trisha-" A white light spoke to her. "Trisha Elric."

Ah! She opened her eyes, surprised to see a white place with a white figure sitting in front of her. "Wha.. What do you what?" She asked hesitantly. The last thing she remembered was hitting the kitchen floor.

"You have passed." It stated. "And now you get your second chance." It grinned. "Good luck."

And the doors opened, an unknown force throwing her into them; her mind going blank.

"Ouch..." She rubbed the back of her head softly. The room around her was bright white, the window was open and a breeze was rolling in. She shivered and looked down at blue and white checkered sheets. Her brown hair was everywhere, and she noticed a broken nail.

Suddenly she giggled. 'Of all the things to think, that's the first thing I come up with after waking up from death.' She thought.

A knock on the wooden door startled her, "Are you up?" A male voice asked.

"Ah- come in." She offered.

It was a younger man, in his thirties. He had a moustache and brown hair brushed to the side with something that made it shiny. "You gave me quite a scare." He sighed, relieved. "Are you alright?"

"Yes." She meant it. She felt like a weight was lifted off of her shoulders. She felt like she just woke up from a deep sleep-

"You've been asleep for five days now." He cut into her thoughts.

"Really?" She was confused, yet mesmerized by his green eyes.

"Ah, yes, actually. I found you in a feild in front of my house... I couldn't just leave you there."

"Hmm..." She wondered, tearing her eyes away from his.

"Do you not remember?"

"Not exactly.." She wanted to tell him already. It was strange. Shouldn't someone want to hide something like coming back to life? "Um.. Where am I, uh.." She was wondering what his name was, and left an 'uh' in it's place.

"Mark." He supplied. "And you are in Colorado."

"Where.. Where is Colorado?"

"America, silly." He smiled.

"..." She opened her mouth but couldn't find anything to say.

"Hmm.. Well If you need anything, just call. I'll send you some breakfast in a few." He looked utterly confused, and he shook his head as he turned around and walked out of the room, leaving the door open.

Trisha pulled her covers off and walked into another open door in the room which lead to what seemed to be a bathroom. It was.

She looked at her face in a mirror, even that looked more awake. Renewed. She was fascinated. She looked different, yet the same, even her clothes looked odd to her.

"-iss? Miss?" A small voice said.

"Oh!" Trisha was startled. She must've lost awareness, as she was simply staring into the mirror.

"Did I scare you?" A small girl carrying a tray of food peeked into the bathroom. "I'm sowwy." She couldn't pronounce her r's yet.

"You're fine darling," She beamed. This girl was precious. She took the tray from her and walked back to her bed, the girl following.

"So who are you?" She asked politely.

"My name is Trisha." She told her, sitting crosslegged with the food in front of her on the bed. She patted on the opposite side of the tray so the girl would come join her.

"Pwetty!" She exclaimed, jumping up to get on the bed. She eagerly sat across from her, cross legged too. "I'm Ih.. Ill.. Illiana."

"That's cute," She told her. "Illiana.." She tried out the name. It fit the girl, as she was very beautiful. She had blonde hair, It was airy and whispy and fell to her waist, some of it on the bed, actually. She had cute bangs on her forehead as well, they were curled back and created an arch across her forehead.

She just smiled. The little girl was precious. "Would you like some bacon?" She held up a piece to the girl, eating a piece herself.

"How old are you?" Trisha asked while the girl bit down on the bacon, pretending she was an animal eating it's prey.

She counted the numbers on her fingers one by one. "Fwee!" She exclaimed.

"Are you in school?" Trisha pressed.

"Not until I'm.." She thought about it, "Five."

"Do you have any friends?"

"Lots!" She beamed, the hole where one of her teeth fell out on the bottom left became obvious.

"Are they in school?"

"Um.. My cousin is?" She asked herself, unsure. That thought was then cut short by a knock to the door.

"Illiana I told you not to bother our guest." He shot Trisha a look of apology.

"No it's fine, really. I invited her to stay. It turns out I'm not really that hungry." Illiana's eyes lit up and she began munching on the contents of her breakfast.

"Oh, by the way I'm Trisha Elric. I never got to my side of introductions." She smiled and stood up, shaking Mark's hand firmly.

She didn't know why, but shaking his hand felt like she was making a deal, and not until much later did she know what deal that was.

(Trisha Everheart)

Ow... I realized the back of my head was burning ferociously. Why did..? Oh yeah- Envy. Envy kidnapped me. and then knocked me out because I wouldn't shut up. But seriously, who would shut up if they were being carried away by a homunculus?

Speaking of being carried, "PUT me DOWN!" Escaped from my lips before I could stop it, violent jerks and thrashes on my part ensued directly afterward.

"Stop fussing girl, we're almost there. Don't make me knock you out again. I wouldn't want to kill you accidentally before I get answers." Envy threatened.

"Then put me down now, Envy!" Another sharp pain cracked through her being and she passed out after twitching.

"I told you to stop," Envy sassed while I slept.

When I woke up again I was on a floor made of tile. It was a bland blue tan and white combo. I looked up to see I was in a closet because the room was so small. It was more of a janitor's room than anything.

"Ungh.." Hair was in my face, my arms and legs were killing me, and I once again had a stinging pain in the back of my head.

I sat on my knees and looked towards the door. It was probably locked shut, but just in case I tried turning it.

Nothing.

"Damnit." I cursed.

I tried the vent, and promptly fell down. The window was too high up to reach as well... And so I sat down in the middle of the floor.

"Well I'm fucked." I sighed, wondering when Envy was going to get his ass back in the room.

My hand instinctively went to grab my necklace when I noticed that it was missing. I checked all my pockets, my bra(a lot of girls put stuff in their bras GOD.), and my neck another number of countless times. Where the hell was it?

I was so stressed looking around the room for it I didn't notice Envy come on the window and pull out my necklace until he shoved it into my face. "You looking for this, girl?" He sneered and snatched it out of my grasp before I could do anything about it.

"G- Give that back!" I yelled, stalking hesitantly towards him. "I want my necklace!"

"So you can escape using it's power? I don't think so." He glared at me. "Until you become useless you will stay here and tell me what I want to know." He presented.

"What happens when I become useless?" I gulped. I should have been expecting this answer but it sounded bad coming from his mouth anyway.

"I'll kill you, duh.

(Trisha Elric)

"So you're dead...?" Mark Rodden asked Trisha.

"I don't think so." She answered, "But I think I should be."

"You don't feel sick at all?" He asked and in turn she shook her head a few times.

"it's weird," she began. "I don't know why I'm trusting you after only one week of staying here, but you guys are like my only family..." Mark blushed at that. "I'm scared of dying again, knowing this will be my last chance.. All I can hope is that I don't end up hurting family like I probably did when I died last time."

Did Ed and Al miss her? She would never know.

"Well I don't think that last bit is possible, because I know Illiana is already attached to you." He chuckled.

"I guess I'll just have to stay here then, won't I?"

"I guess so."

And so things went smoothly. Trisha would clean the house while Mark was at work, Illiana would draw pictures and listen while Trisha told her stories about two young boys named Ed and Al with their friend Winry and her dog, Den. At night Mark would tell her about life today, America's wars, and the fact that It was 1975 in America. Many years more advanced than Amestris. This went on for who knows how long, her life re-stabilized.

About two years after officially moving in with them, (she wasn't keeping track), She had a sort of attack. She felt like someone was trying to take her soul out of her body again. Mark had just gotten home, and she had run to him.

"Mark-" She coughed a few times. "Something-" Cough. "Something's wrong." She said breathlessly.

He dropped the groceries in his hands and ran to her and caught her when she lost strength in her legs. "You're fine.." He murmured. "Sshhh..." He pet her hair, and rocked her softly, the scene quite over dramatic and immature for her tastes, but it didn't bother her. She regained the feeling of being connected to her soul, and passed out.

"Wake up.." A voice droned on. "It's time to get up." She recognized it to be Mark's voice.

Her eyelids fluttered and she looked upon both Mark and Illiana. "Aren't you two.." She started to ask, her voice hoarse.

"I pulled Illiana out of school for the day and told them I couldn't come in to work." He smiled. "It's not everyday that some wonderful lady almost dies right in front of me, I couldn't leave you home alone today.'

"And I wouldn't let Daddy take me to school because that's what you do!" Illiana added from the other side of the bed.

"Well thank you Illiana. Could you grab me a glass of water?" She managed.

"Ill be back!" She bounded off through the door and down the hall.

"So what was that about a wonderfu-" Trisha tried to start sarcastically.

Fortunately for her she was cut off by something she knew was going to happen eventually.

He kissed her. It was long. It was what they had been wanting, but had been too afraid to do. She relaxed and looked at the man when he broke away.

"It took you long enough." She grinned at Mark.

And so all the bumps of their relationship were worked out. Trisha moved into Mark's room, Illiana into Trisha's (it was bigger) and they all lived happily ever after.

Except for that little bit where Trisha didn't actually marry Mark. Did she forget to mention that?(1)

Either way her life moved on, and slowly drew to an expected close.

"I love you mom." Illiana's voice cracked as she leaned over the hospital bed and hugged her. A small girl peeked out from behind the door, A blonde girl who looked just like her mother walked in.

"I love you too baby." Her voice was shaky. She was dying so young. At age 61 She was going to die. At least she made it past the millennium, as it was 2006. It was hard to wrap her mind around it, but it was inevitable. Her organs already beginning to fail, it was impossible to reverse.

"Trisha, come back here," Illiana called when her daughter tried to grab something off of a counter. Her hair was cut short, but her bangs were just like her mother's. She was ten years old right now.

Illiana met a man and had Trisha with him. Although sadly he died years ago, Illiana was holding strong.

Mark walked into the room and grabbed Trisha(little Trisha) Excitedly, pulling her out of the room so that Trisha(old Trisha) could talk to her daughter for the last time in private.

"I know I never married daddy, but you know I'll always be your mother. You know those boys I told you about?"

"Ed and Al? How could I forget?" She laughed. "Those were my fairy tales as a kid."

"Well I believe if you look on one of those cartoon network channels or whatever, You'll be pleased to see that they have their own show." Trisha had discovered it through Mark who had heard about it from a friend. He thought it would be a cool thing to share with Trisha because of those stories she used to tell about boys going by Ed and Al. "They go under my old last name, too." She added.

"What do you mean?" Illiana was obviously shocked and confused.

"Listen.. I'm not from this world." She spoke so quickly Illiana could not cut into her speaking with questions. "I was born and raised in the place called Amestris. I married a man named Van Hoenheim and had two children with him, Edward and Alphonse Elric. I was sick though, and one day died. I was sent through something called the gate to this side for what was a 'second chance'. I was pleased to find that these stories on tv were about my boys. I've watched as many as I could find."

"D- Does Dad know?" She sputtered.

"He has since the day I almost died. When you were five."

Her eyes as wide as quarters, all she could do was stare. She was in deep thought. "I-... Do you think that happens to everybody?" She asked.

"Does what?" Trisha was confused.

"Does everyone cross the 'gate' for a second life after they die?"

"Oh.. Well, I sort of doubt it. You'd have to have done nothing wrong in your life to be blessed by a second life. Or that's what I think. I could be wrong." Trisha knew what Illiana was thinking. That her late husband may be waiting for her on the other side.

"Where's Damien?" Trisha asked suddenly, remembering that she didn't see him with Trisha.

"He was in the bathroom- Um." She looked like she was trying to find the right words. "Thank you."

"Anytime." Trisha smiled at her.

And with that the kids said goodbye, everyone was leaving, Illiana didn't make it without a few tears, and the kids didn't either. Trisha was glad she was at least able to say goodbye this time.

She looked to her somewhat-husband and they smiled. She held his hand and they waited for death to claim her.

(1)- plus if she did It would make Edward Trisha's uncle and that would just be awkward..

HEY. GUESS HASN'T BEEN TWO MONTHS SINCE AN UPDATE. Dafuq? I know it's short but it's something.. It's easier to write less and update faster. Plus it erased my chapter when I saved it. and so I re wrote it. The chapter ended differently than I planned, but I finished it!

Yeeeeah Das right! I got my stuff together and whipped one out! It was fun to write, because I don't think anyone has gotten to write a love story for Trisha, much less written from her perspective at all. It was mostly just an overview of her life,, flashing to different major parts. That bit two years in, if you didn't guess, was when Ed and Al tried to bring her back.

ANYWHO. YAY I'm writing again!

Crickets" *chirp... chirp...*

Roku: Goddamnit, no one cares?

Crickets *ch-

Roku: Don't you dare I'll kill you... Y No one glad I'm back?

Envy: You'll proabably just ditch them again.

Roku: Never! In fact! I have created another child. I mean a story, weirdos. It's called Arrogance, if anyone would like to check it out! I'm really excited to write it, because the plot is just beautifulllll... It's EdxOC as well, and takes place after CoS in Amestris! (does LeFay's happy dance)

Envy: Seriously, shut up. Advertising for your story on another story is just lame.

Roku: Fiiiiine, anyway, thanks to my wonderful reviewers!

LeFay Strent, yyh-ygo-fma, xXRedPokerGirlXx, EnvyLover(Hmm.. Why don't you have an account?), Ed' .Kitten, Meatbun Attack, Darkness-is-my-heart1, black-rose-angel, and lenaxpert(I love your username!) It's a new record, reaching 8 reviews in one chapter YAY!

Trisha: And he would also like to thank anyone who had favorited, alerted, or even set eyes on his story!

Illiana(kid): Thank you fow weeding!

Damien: And make sure to Review, or else Illiana might gain the ability to pronounce r's!

Illiana: See you soon! *waves*