Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Nothing is lost forever ❯ Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I don't own FullMetal Alchemist…there, I said it!

Just a little note here, Al hasn't lost his memory. In the actual series he loses all memory of the years of his search for the philosophers stone with his brother but in this he hasn't lost his memory. He remembers everything, k? Happy reading! Oh yeah, and I've never seen the movie and Ed doesn't go to London! You know when he brings Al back and gets taken to London where his father is? That's not what happened in my fan fic, okay? He was taken to a completely different place, him and Greed.

 

“Edward…?” Mustang whispered. The figure, that was a lot taller than Mustang had originally thought, smirked and rested his gloved hands against his hips.

“Well, this is fuckin' hilarious. The first person we happen upon just happens to be you” Edward said. Mustang continued to stare.

“You know this guy? Of course you do, silly me” Greed said with an evil smile, raising his hands palm upwards. “You used to be a dog of the military” Ed decided to get him back for that one later since they had more important things to deal with.

“Don't say hi or anything you dumb bastard,” Edward said. Mustang continued to stare. Ed's eyes narrowed. There was something wrong here…then it clicked.

“How long have I been gone? I thought that the times were different here from there; I thought that the times were shorter; my body looks a hell of a lot younger” Ed said, as if talking to himself. He looked at Greed.

“They are different…don't ask me how though…lets see, we've been gone for about 16 years, I'd say that would make about 4 years or so here”

“Hmmm…that makes me twenty” Ed mused. Suddenly Greed's grin changed form. Ed looked at him warily.

“This is Colonel Roy Mustang isn't it?” Ed glared at Greed, getting ready to attack the idiot. Roy blinked.

“Edward…?” Ed sighed, realising that now wasn't the time to try and kill Greed.

“I think we've established I'm Ed okay? Do you want proof?” Roy nodded mutely, still in a kind of daze that was so unlike his self. Ed rolled his eyes. Figured.

“He looks kind of…dead Ed, or stunned…he doesn't look normal” Ed glanced at Greed.

“Shut it, what would you know? You're not even human” Greed grinned in an `I can't help it' sort of way. Ed sighed and pulled off the glove from his right hand. Roy stared at it, and then plummeted to the ground unconscious. Ed looked at Mustangs body, lying there pathetically, getting soaked and covered in mud. His hat had fallen from his head and his black hair was floating in the puddle that was slowly pooling around him.

“…something weird is going on here…” Ed muttered, feeling a strange tug at his heart.

“No more than usual…we are just leaving him there right?” Ed looked at Greed.

“No! Bastard or not, he's a human being and he might be just the person we're looking for. He can help us, even if just to establish how long we've been gone and shit like that” Greed looked at the man and then sighed.

“You can carry him…where are we heading exactly?”

“Nearest inn I guess…we cant really do much else in this weather. I just hope things haven't changed too dramatically around here. I hope you're right and it's only been four years,” Ed said as he carefully picked Mustang up, holding him in his arms bridal style. Ed looked down at the man's face…a face he had missed so much. Mustang still looked as handsome as he always had, but there was a difference to his face that couldn't be masked, even when unconscious. A sadness…is it my fault? Ed wondered. Had he once again made someone's life a misery?

“You can drool later Ed, if you hadn't cared to realise its raining” Greed said. Ed glared at him as they begun walking.

 

 

 

 

 

Ed put Mustang down gently onto the bed and stared at him.

“He's gonna get sick if we just leave him in his wet clothes…”

“You just want an excuse to undress him Ed,” Greed said from his chair in the corner.

“Want me to rearrange your face? …go and grab a towel from the bathroom” Greed grinned and headed that way. Ed rubbed his forehead. He needed to do this without any feeling, or he knew he wouldn't be able to help himself. Living with Greed hadn't taught him to control his urges that was for sure.

“Want me to do it? Raping him in his sleep won't make him feel very gratified towards you Edward,” Greed said from the bathroom door. Ed glared at him.

“Don't call me Edward…and I can do it just fine! I have no intention of getting intimate with this bastard. Just give me the towel and disappear for a few hours…see if you can find out where our targets are”

“Aw, I'm wounded Ed. Cant I watch?” Ed turned towards Greed, getting pissed off.

“You sick bastard…wait, I already knew that. Wait a sec! I am not going to rape the stupid idiot! Now fuck off before I decide to have you for dinner”

“The last time you tried that-”

“Greed!” Greed grinned.

“All right, I'm gone,” he said. He handed the towel to Ed and slipped through the front door. Ed rolled his eyes. Living with that guy for fifteen years had done wonders for his tolerance level though. Ed looked back over at Mustang…this was going to be so much fun he thought sarcastically.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Riza glanced out the window again.

“Where is he?” Havoc looked up at her from his seat at the dining table.

“I'm sure he's fine, you know how unreliable headquarters is”

“You don't think…” Riza couldn't finish her sentence. She looked at Havoc; a horrifying thought entering her mind. What if they tried to make him do what she couldn't? Havoc sighed and stood up, moving to stand near her. He placed a hand on her shoulder.

“I'm sure he's fine. Everything's fine. Chief will make everything better again, you'll see” Riza smiled at him with gratitude. He smiled back at her. She placed her hand on his on her shoulder.

“Riza…” Riza looked out the window again. Havoc continued to stare at her, thinking once again how beautiful she truly was. When she looked back at Havoc, her face was sad and her eyes were glistening with unshed tears.

“What…what am I going to do Jean?” she said. Tears began streaming down her face. Her hand slipped for him as she slid to the floor, unable to control the stream of tears. Havoc stared, his hand flopping back to his side, completely stunned, from both her breakdown and from the use of his first name.

“I don't know what to do anymore! I feel so helpless! Did I do the right think Jean?” Riza asked, starting up at him. He looked down into her golden eyes. He smiled and kneeled down beside her form and gently took both her hands in his.

“You did the only thing you could in a situation like that. You could never have killed Alphonse and Mustang wont be able to either”

“But…was it all in vain? Someone else will do it anyway…Basque Grand, Frank Archer…there are so many people in the military that wouldn't think twice about pulling the trigger on a fifteen year old boy…” Havoc pulled Riza into his arms and held her tightly. She buried her head in his chest as he stroked her hair, whispering soothing nothings. She began sobbing as though her heart was breaking.

 

Ed sighed and slumped into a chair beside Mustang's bed. Using his newly acquired restraint he had gotten Mustang undressed and dried without taking advantage of his sleeping form…though he had stared at Mustangs impressive manhood for a little longer than he probably should have…if Greed had seen he would have laughed at Edwards stupidity. Ed was actually proud of himself. It took a hell of a lot of strength to not reach out and touch it and stroke it and - he stopped his thoughts from going any further. Ed looked over at Mustang again. He looked kind of peaceful, with his head resting in the middle of the pillow and the white blankets neatly covering him. His wet clothes were lying in the corner. Ed went over and picked them up before slipping out of the room to go and put them in a washer.

When Ed got back Mustang was sitting up and staring at the curtains covering the window next to his bed. Ed stopped short at the sight of Mustangs bare chest. He didn't say anything as he closed the door behind himself and tried not to stare…but it was so damn hard. Mustang was the first to speak.

“Do you have any idea how worried everyone has been?” Ed's anger began to surface but he pushed it down. Mustang still hadn't turned to look at him.

“So I've been gone four years, according to Greed?”

“Yeah, four years…” Mustang said sadly.

“Lucky for you” Ed muttered, though wondering why Mustang would be feeling sad. Sure, they hadn't been on bad terms when Ed had disappeared but Ed wouldn't have even called them friends. Roy looked at him.

“What do you mean by that?”

“For me its been sixteen years…where I was…time moves differently…everything's so dark…so…I cant explain it, I don't really want to…” Roy began to look at the curtains again. The room was completely silent. After a few minutes it started stretching Ed's nerves. All the times he had imagined seeing this bastards face, this wasn't what he had pictured. Even the ones where Mustang threw his feelings in his face…this silence he never imagined.

“Nice view?” Ed asked sarcastically.

“It's your fault you know” Ed's smile dropped.

“What?” Roy turned to Ed angrily.

“Why do you have to be so stubborn?” Mustang yelled. Ed was taken aback. What?

“Why don't you ever ask for help? Why don't you ever think things through? Why cant you for once not think about other people and think about yourself! Why cant you care about what happens to you and not just your brother!? Did you ever think about how we would feel!? Do…do you have any idea…how much…I…we…Al…needed you?” Mustang ended in a whisper, his eyes teary. Ed blinked. That had been a little hard to understand…Ed had no idea what he would do if Mustang started crying…Ed had never seen him like this before. Did he really care, even a little? Ed knew Roy would never feel the same way about him as he did about Roy but…Ed sighed. Useless thinking.

“I…I wanted Al to have his body back…to be normal again. It was my fault he was put in that armour, you're right. It was all my fault. And that made it my responsibility to fix…I promised Al I would do whatever it took to get his body back. I deprived him of that once when I hesitated at laboratory five, I wasn't about to take another chance away from him…especially when it was the last one he would have had”

“You think that he cared? Having his body meant nothing when he couldn't share that joy with you…”

“Where is Al Mustang?” Ed asked, his heart beating wildly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Al struggled against the bonds that held his ankles and one wrist. But it was no use. His human body, especially in its exhausted state didn't stand a chance against it. And he was kind of holding back. He couldn't help it because every time he put enormous strain on his left arm the stump that was left of his right arm ached. He sighed and his head drooped downwards. All he had wanted to do was bring Ed back…didn't anyone understand that? He knew that the military had taken what he had created…another homunculi. Tears began streaming down his face. He had screwed up everything. Ed was still gone and he had created another monster. And now the military was doing god knows what to it.

He heard the door to his cell screech open and he looked up. Two soldiers holding rifles stood there, grinning at him.

“Don't feel bad Elric. You're one of the lucky ones. No one really needs you; it was your brother that was of interest to us. Especially now that you aren't a stupid tin can anymore. As long as one of your military friends blow your brains out you'll be safe from all that poking and prodding. Of course, if they don't shoot you, you'll be another experiment, how do you feel about cats Elric?” one of them sneered.

“I heard the Flame Brigadier was headed here. How does it feel Elric? Knowing that your only escape is death and the only way to get there is to get shot by someone you thought you could trust? Otherwise, you'll wish you were dead anyway” the other said. They began laughing.

“What do you want?” Al asked dully, ignoring their leering. How did they think he felt? The laughing stopped abruptly and they glared fiercely at him.

“Don't get cocky you stupid kid!” one of them growled and kicked him. He fell to the floor with a thud. Al had an intake of breath as his stump scraped the ground and his side cracked against the concrete. That was going to leave a bruise. The two soldiers began laughing again. Then, as if they had only come in to bag him out they stepped out and closed the door, leaving Al lying there on the floor. Al rolled onto his back and stared at the roof, knowing that these were the last memories he would ever have before he was killed.

 

 

 

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