Fan Fiction / Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ It's a Weird World After All ❯ Is It Alive? ( Chapter 2 )

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Is It Alive?

 

Jack, Daniel, Sam, Teal'c, Hammond, and everyone else in the Control room were dumbfounded. Even the guards, who were currently supposed to be protecting the base from what came through the Stargate, were so dumbfounded that they couldn't even do anything. As hard to believe as it is, nothing like this has ever happened in the history of the SGC. Never before has a nine symbol address ever been dialed in, or out for that matter. Never has the Stargate glowed red like that. And the last thing they ever expected to come through the gate now was a little kid and a big suit of armor. It was just too weird, which should be one hell of an overstatement.

 

But it didn't take long to get over there dumbfoundedness. The guards resumed their positions and all pointed their weapons and the kid and the armor, though they were more worried about the suit of armor than the little kid. As long as the armor didn't do anything, they wouldn't shoot. Meanwhile, the smart people in the Control room were immediately figuring out what to do.

 

“So what do we do?” Jack asked. They were all still looking out the window at their two new guests.

 

“I don't know sir.” Carter was very uneasy about this.

 

“Well whatever we do I think we should get that super soldier away from the kid.”

 

“Jack, why do you think it's a super soldier? It looks more like a suit of armor to me.”

 

“Oh come on Daniel, there's an eight foot guy in that armor and the only thing that pops up in my mind when I think about that is a super soldier, who is clearly holding that poor little kid hostage!”

 

“Do not jump to conclusions so quickly O'Neill.”

 

“Teal'c's right sir. We don't know what's going on yet.” Sam replied, who was actually studying the boy more closely than the armor, even though he was kind of hard to see.

 

“Well before you try to figure out anything, get the two of them into custody.” Hammond continued to watch their two new guests as he spoke, wondering just what kind of trouble they got into now.

 

FMA

 

Ed was confused. Very confused. So confused that Ed couldn't even describe how utterly confused he was right now. A few seconds ago he was battling some battle with Al and then he ended up here, in this very big room with a bunch of guards pointing guns at him. What the hell was going on?

 

Wait. Al! Where was Al?! Ed whipped his head around and immediately noticed the guards were tracking his movements. But he didn't worry about that so much now. All he cared about was finding Al, and was extremely relieved to find him behind him.

 

Al, as Ed saw, had the same expression as Ed had a few seconds ago. Okay, so you couldn't really tell what Al's expression was, considering that he was a suit of armor. But judging from their current situation, it was kind of obvious.

 

“Al, you okay?” Ed whispered so low that no one could hear him but Al.

 

Al was startled out of his confusion for the moment by Ed, and was greatly relieved see that he was there too.

 

“Yea, I'm fine.” Al answered in the same hushed whisper. “Are you?”

 

“Yea, I'm okay.”

 

“Brother, what happened?” Al looked back out at the guards. “And where are we?”

 

“I don't know.”

 

“It looks like some sort of military base.”

 

“Yea, like the armed guards weren't proof enough.” Ed shot at him.

 

Al continued to watch the guards as the guards watched him back. It was so freaky. To him it seemed like they were watching him especially and didn't even care about Ed (which was actually sort of true). To Al, it was a complete wonder that they hadn't started shooting him yet, let alone trying to approach him.

 

Meanwhile, Ed was briefly looking around, and saw a few things that interested him. “Hey Al?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Do you see that big room up there with all those people in it?”

 

Al looked in the direction Ed was, and saw five people standing by the window talking about something.

 

“I think that's their base of operations.”

 

“I wonder what they're talking about.”

 

“I think they're deciding on how to depose of us.”

 

(Of course, if Ed really knew what Jack was saying about him, he would have gone up there and shredded him into little tiny pieces by now.)

 

Al sighed. “Brother, you jump to conclusions way to quickly. Scary conclusions at that. Maybe we can be friends with them and figure out what's going on.”

 

Typical Al. Always wanting to be friends with everyone.

 

“Al, they don't look like they want to make friends and have a tea party.”

 

“Oh come on brother, you're way too paranoid.” Al said putting a hand on his brother's metal shoulder.

 

Big mistake.

 

Before the two brothers knew what was happening, a wave of bullets hit Al straight on. They were pushing Al back toward the wall, but luckily they could penetrate his armor, but Al was still terrified.

 

Ed jumped out of the way just in time, but it didn't seem like they wanted to shoot him. That little thought never crossed his mind though as he stood there shaking, watching as Al got hit with the wave of bullets. It felt like hours as he stood there, even though it had only been a few seconds. He felt the terror of death grip him. His mind went blank.

 

Instinct took over and he ran. He didn't know where he was going, but he had to escape. The situation was forgotten. Al was forgotten. Everything was forgotten except life. Then, he felt it. Pain. There was pain. He felt himself falling into oblivion. The never ending pit of death, and there was nothing he could do about it. He hit something hard, and though for a moment that it was the hard dirt of his grave. But instead it was…cement? Then he realized it, there was no more pain. In a flash, his mind was back, already trying to process what just happened.

 

Okay, the first thing he noticed was that the sound of the raining bullets stopped, which meant that they stop shooting at Al. Al! Where was he?! Was he hurt?

 

Ed looked around as much as he could without moving his head. He looked back on the ramp and saw Al, who was still trying to shield himself, even though the bullets had stopped. He couldn't see him that well, but it looked like he was okay.

 

The second thing he noticed was that his pain was gone (actually he realized this before but didn't really think about it and all). He didn't even know what caused it in the first place. But alas, since his brain was back, he immediately started processing what it could be. Common sense (yes common sense, the thing half the people in the world just don't seem to have) told him that it was a stray bullet. Yes, that would make sense considering he was previously running through a bullet wave. But where did it hit? Ed thought about this for a second and subconsciously moved his right arm a little, and felt something out of place. It felt like there was a hole in his arm, yet, he didn't feel anything. Of course! The bullet hit his metal arm! It must have hit the wiring temporarily then fallen out. Ed just hoped that his arm wasn't damaged too severely.

 

The third and final thing he noticed were the two doors, one on either side of the large room. He couldn't see them that well, but he was lying in a position where he could see almost everything in the room, except behind him. But the one thing he just really loved about those doors was the fact they were open. Which meet escape. Freedom! Oh sweet freedom! He observed the room and the guards for a few more seconds, all the while formulating a plan. Ed inwardly smirked at himself. A brilliant plan.

 

SG-1

 

If SG-1 wasn't faltered before, they were definitely shocked out of their minds now. Everything that happened in the last few minutes happened in a flash, so no one in the Control room knew exactly what happened. All they knew so far was that guns had gone off. So let's replay the past three minutes in slow motion, and find out what really happened, for everybody's sake.

 

About thirty seconds after the two newcomers came through the gate, the kid began whispering to the armor. SG-1 was still in the Control room at the window discussing what to do. But it was Teal'c who noticed their whispering and pointed it out to everyone else.

 

“Hey, don't you think it's weird that the kid's talking to his captor.”

 

“Jack we don't even know if he is captured or not.” Daniel said. He looked like he was trying to hear the kid's conversation, even though it was obvious that he damn well couldn't.

 

“So what are we going to do?” asked Sam.

 

“We're going to take them into custody.” Hammond replied and walked over to the microphone to order the guards to take them into custody. But before he could say anything, the most unfortunate thing happened.

The suit or armor wrapped his hand around the boy's shoulder.

 

Immediately, all the guns started firing off at once. Hammond jumped back in surprise and all of SG-1 and Walter jumped away from the window and shielded themselves instinctually. But everyone was completely shocked. They were so shocked that you could have sworn their eyes were going to pop right out of their heads. And they had a right to. I mean, you'd be shocked to if a group of people just all started firing guns simultaneously.

 

Anyway, Hammond, who had gained back his bearings, reached the microphone and ordered the guards to stop. The guards immediately obeyed and lowered their weapons. Even though it was reckless that they fired so quickly, they had seen much destruction of human life and did not want the kid to suffer the same fate by the suit of armor. So, they fired, aiming for the armor and hoping the kid got away. But their hopes were in vain.

 

Smoke and dust from debris covered the room. It was thick but thin enough for the men to see the outline of the armor. But not the kid. The kid! He wasn't there! He wasn't anywhere in the room! The men scanned the room but mainly kept their eyes and guns on the armor. SG-1, who had now recovered from the shock, forgot the armor and just focused on finding the kid.

 

The smoke had finally cleared, revealing bullet holes in the walls and even some large pieces of cement on the ground. Then they saw it. Actually, Sam was the first to see it, and what she saw made her gasp in horror. The kid was lying on his back unconscious, with a small hole in his right arm. He had been shot by a stray bullet.

 

Sam hated this. This was the time when she truly hated her job. He was just a little kid, he didn't deserve this. Even if it was only a flesh wound, no child should have to go through being shot in the arm. Nobody should. Yet, here it is. It happened. And there was nothing they could do about it now, except to try and heal him. The only problem now was getting to him. And with that suit of armor in there, it wasn't going to be easy. The best she could do now was to try to examine the boy's wound from up here.

 

Now she may not have a degree in medicine or anything like that, but she knew from training and experience in the army and offworld to know if a wound was fatal or not. She looked as closely as she could at the boy (which was not very close considering that she was behind a window 25 feet or so above the Gate room), and focused on his arm. Surprisingly, there was no blood at all, though it was kind of hard to tell with his red jacket partially covering the wound. But there was definitely a hole, and this silvery stuff around it. Huh? She wondered what that was.

 

Sam stopped what she was doing for a moment and tilted her head to see what the others were doing, but to her surprise, only Daniel and Hammond were there.

 

“Daniel, where's Jack and Teal'c?” She didn't even bother to use formality.

 

“Down there.” Daniel pointed down at the Gate room, right where Jack and Teal'c where standing.

 

SG-1

 

Jack and Teal'c stood in the Gate room with guns in hand by the left door. They had left the Control room some thirty seconds ago and were now attempting to get the kid out of there. (We have stopped replaying events in slow motion and are now continuing on with the story.) How were they going to do that you ask? Simple. The plan was to move very slowly and cautiously over to the kid, pick him up, and get him to the infirmary, while the other guards keep the suit of armor from doing anything. The only problem was that bullets didn't affect the armor, which also meant staff weapons and zat guns probably wouldn't affect it either. And that was bad.

 

Jack slowly walked over to the kid with Teal'c right behind him. Step by step, he watched the armor intensely while still keeping his eye on the kid. The armor watched him back, having already come out of a defense position. It was strange. It seemed that armor was more concentrated on the kid than them, considering he was just bombarded by a ton of bullets. What was even stranger was the look on its face. Even though it was as blank as a slate, Jack could've sworn the armor looked worried, which was impossible! Or maybe it was just him. Yep, he'd definitely have to cut down on the coffee.

 

As Jack got closer and closer to the kid, he noticed that this invisible worried expression got more and more intense. But the armor didn't make a move, and Jack assumed that was a good thing. Jack continued to get closer until he was right by the kid's side. Now for phase two of the plan. Pick the kid up without being killed by the armor. Jack put his gun aside and reached to grab the kid's arms, while Teal'c attempted to grab his legs. There was a medical team outside the Gate room door so they wouldn't have to carry him all the way there (which actually wouldn't have been a problem since he was so small).

 

Jack still had his eyes on the armor, and the armor still had his eyes on the kid, that invisible worried expression reaching a climax. Then, well, Jack wasn't really sure how to describe it; the armor seemed to…relax? Huh? Jack searched through his mind to find any possible answer as to why this was happening (and any explanation as to why a suit of armor seems to have an expression). As he did so Jack's eyes absent mindedly landed on the kid. Jack stopped what he was doing, and a horrible feeling crept over him from what he saw. The kid was grinning.

 

SG-1 FMA

 

Ya! Second chappie done! A bit shorter than the last one, but that's okay. Next will be longer. (pokes Ed) It moved!

 

If you may have noticed this chapter only tells five, maybe ten minutes of the entire story. It's very descriptive though, and mostly focus on everyone's reaction to Ed and Al coming through the gate, including Ed and Al. I know this chapter was a bit boring but the next chapter is a chase scene. Let's see what happens when Ed, Al, and SG-1 play a “friendly” game of tag.

 

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