Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Her Knight In Shining Armor ❯ A Week Goes By ( Chapter 6 )

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I do not own the characters Ed, Al, Winry or the basis for their past history. They belong to the creators of Full Metal Alchemist. I also don't own any of the fairytales mentioned. I don't own much of anything…

Warning: There will be some references made to the show. It won't give away anything about the ending… I don't think… Anyway there will be threats of rape and murder. Not too vivid though.

There will also be spelling mistakes due to where Lorna originates from. I allowed some spelling error because it's words she would use. And I don't want any flames on it. I'm from where she's from so I just had her speak the way I do!

Chapter Six: A Week Goes By

That night I had the same dream. This time it seemed even more vivid. It was as though all of the colors were more than just pigments. They were emotions, reflecting themselves in the things around me. But now there seemed to be someone else, someone hiding in the woods, watching me. Not in a threatening way, just watching.

The days passed quickly. I learned that, not only did Edward have a robotic arm, but his left leg was metal as well. I also found out that these were considered automail, what Winry worked on.

Apparently he had been in an accident when he was little. No one wanted to talk about it. Instead they avoided the subject. I didn't mind, perhaps it was painful for him. I could understand that. There were things I wanted to forget, but for him the missing limbs were a constant reminder. Still the automail didn't hinder but seemed to enhance his life.

As for Alphonse, well he did always wear the armor. That is, at least whenever I was around him. I supposed that he may have been disfigured in the same accident. Again I didn't pry. It wasn't my place. When he wanted to talk I would be there for him.

Also he didn't like to eat in front of me, or anyone for that matter. Once more I could relate. When I had been younger and worried about my weight I refused to eat in front of anyone other than those I lived with. Even then I ate very little. It made me self-conscious.

I also found that he loved cats. Unfortunately there were no strays in this town. Because the place was so small there wasn't a large enough market to warrant the addition of a pet shop.

Alchemy, I figured was a science in which they regenerated cells. It wasn't magic, but rather rearranged what was already there. It couldn't create something out of nothing; there was an equivalent trade that had to be met. Al tried to explain it in more detail but had lost me completely. Science had never been my best subject in school. Without a basic understanding of the structure of things, alchemy was a whole other language I couldn't speak.

Over time the dream became something to expect. Yet, while in the dream I saw it as real. It wasn't one of those deals where I knew it was an illusion and could just start flying. But I was able to explore. All the while something, or rather someone seemed to be there too. I didn't try to seek them out. There just wasn't the need. They would come to me when they chose to.

Within a week of moving there Al and I went back to see how Mrs. Yourth was doing. She and the children were fine and very happy. This time I dropped off my clothes and told her I wanted to take the kids shopping with us, if she didn't mind.

“Of course I don't mind Lorna! And I'll have these ready by the time you get back.” She smiled taking my laundry.

Al and I led the children into town. Thankfully, by that time, Jake had checked out. People said he had started to have trouble with the ladies. Apparently he was now scared of their reactions. `Maybe he thought it was something in the water.'

Al had William on his shoulders and I had Liza by the hand. We walked while the children chatted about how wonderful their house was now.

I led the way to the clothing shop. I had to get some more skirts and a few more casual shirts to wear around the house.

While I was trying things on Liza watched me closely in the dressing room. “That's very pretty.” She expressed.

“Thanks. How bout if we check out now?” I asked, changing back into my original clothes. She nodded and we walked out.

“Done?” William had already become bored.

“Yes I'm done.” I answered smiling. “Al, does alchemy work on clothes?”

“Yeah I guess so. Why?” He inquired, still holding on to William.

“What if I bought some fabric, thread, and patterns? Could ya look at them and make the clothes?”

He cocked his head at me. “Yes. You're thinking of them again aren't you?” I nodded and went to the sewing store.

Soon I'd found patterns to fit the kids and some I thought would fit their mother. I bought the material, asking the children's opinion. However, I didn't listen to some of their ideas on what to buy their mom.

After checking out we made our way back to the duck pond. Once there Al carefully laid out the cloth I'd chosen. He took out the thread as well and looked at the pattern before starting. The children and I watched as he traced a circle on a large stone that was close by. Next he sat the material and thread within the circle.

“Watching?” He asked the kids. Both nodded their heads up and down quickly. They weren't exactly sure what was going to happen, but they were intrigued.

Placing his hands on the circle caused a reaction. It lit up and soon there before us, looking perfectly exquisite, laid a dress for Liza.

“I love it.” She uttered taking it slowly off the rock. She brushed it gently with one hand. “It's beautiful Uncle Al!”

“What about me?” William spoke up impatiently. Again we watched as Alphonse preformed what the children called magic.

Soon there were piles of clothes all around us, which I began folding. The children had become engrossed in what Uncle Al was doing. He had quickly become their hero. I was still Miss Lorna, but I didn't mind.

`He's great with children.' I mused watching him. He enjoyed them so much. `He'll make someone a wonderful husband, and then perhaps even better father.' This thought crossed me as somewhat envious.

I wasn't good enough for someone like him. Al deserved the very best, he should get no less.

The children were ecstatic as we came through the door. “Mom, look what Uncle Al made!” The children ran in holding up their new clothes. We followed setting down the garments we were carrying.

“Why thank you Alphonse!” Mrs. Yourth greeted looking at them. “But what…?”

“Just to thank you for letting Lorna and I play with the kids.” He explained quickly, before I was able to get a word in. I smiled up at him.

She brought me my clothes and thanked Al again. I paid her, apparently more than she was used to getting. “But this is far too much.”

“Not to me.” I contradicted, picking up the basket of clothes. “I hate doing laundry, and I'd never have bothered to iron `em.” We both laughed then said our goodbyes.

Soon Al and I were back at the house. I put up my clothes and began to write. My story would be about a brave knight. He would not slay dragons, but rather take on the monsters of poverty. He would not save damsels, but mothers in distress. This would end up being a hit with the readers.

Author's Notes

Joy: Congratulations Al you're a hero.

Al: would blush… if he could

Lorna: Did he get to read what I was thinking?

Joy: No.

Lorna: sighs with relief So when do I get to see what you look like Al?

Al: Can I tell her?

Joy: Why do you keep wanting to ruin things?

Al: Most of the readers know.

Joy: Lorna will find out in chapter… Oh I don't know! She'll find out later!

Lorna: frowns