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Fic: Twist of Fate

Working Title: Twist of Fate

Chapter 1

Characters: Ed, Al, Noah, and other Munich characters
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU, angst, drama, light humor
Pairings: none this chapter.
Length of this Chapter: 1,306

This fic takes place at the end of the FMA movie: Conqueror of Shambala.

Short Summary:
This fic is based off a theory I have as to what would have happened had things ended slightly differently in the movie. . ..

Edward emerged from the ship slowly and looked around the factory. He saw Officer Hughes looking ashen, wielding a gun, and below him was the body of Eckhart. . .

"Edward—you came back?" Noah’s voice was soft and saddened. Edward looked to her as he descended the aircraft.

“That’s right. After all that trouble, I'm still here. Surprised? ” He took notice of a stain on Noah’s dress and froze, his eyes casting past her to the body laying on the floor.

"Alfons. . ." He ran forward to him and knelt at his side and Noah followed suit. "Is he. . . ?" Noah shook her head.

"Help is on the way now. He might make it. . . the bullet didn’t pierce all the way through."


So much pain. . . is this what it feels like to go through the gate....?

Alphonse tried moving, but felt more pain shoot up through his side. Slowly, he opened his eyes. He was in a room he had never seen, yet somehow knew. There was a desk to this right, and on it sat on armor helmet. . . it looked like the one i used to—

My memory! It’s back! I have to tell Brother!
He sat up quickly and the pain hit him once more, and a wave of nausea came over him. He laid back against the pillow slowly. He blinked a few times, noticing something odd about his vision. It felt as though he were looking through a mask. . .

He reached to his side that ached, and felt bandages wrapped around him. How am I injured? What is going on?!?! Where’s Brother!?!?!

Alphonse decided that pain or not, he was going to get up. He needed to talk to Brother about what had happened. He carefully lifted his feet and moved them to the floor, wincing at the pain as he lifted his upper body. His body still felt awkward, and he looked down at his feet a moment. . . his feet. . .

Footsteps were outside the door.

"Brother!!" He shouted. Was that his voice?

The door swung open with such force, Alphonse jumped and then yelped at the pain that flew through him. There was Edward, his face white, panting.

". . . wha-What did you say, Alfons?"

"I called for you, that’s all! Brother, what’s wrong with me?!" He felt frantic, and Ed's own reaction wasn't helping at all.

"Why are you calling me that?! You think it’s funny?!. . . And you’re really hurt, lay back down." Edward walked towards him and leaned down to lift his legs up.

"Why am I calling—stop acting so weird! I don’t want to lay down, I want to talk about what happened, and about my memories returning!" He grabbed Ed's shoulders while he was knelt down before him.

Edward let go of his feet and looked up at him slowly. Alphonse shifted uncomfortably and dropped his arms.

"Memories. . . ? Of what?"

"Of when we were searching for the stone! I guess going through the gate triggered something. But that doesn’t explain this--" he placed a hand at his side. "Did we get in a fight, Brother?"

Edward looked like he was about to pass out. "Tell me your full name."

"What? Bro--"

"Just do it!" Ed screeched and stood up.

"Alphonse Elric!!"

Edward collapsed on the floor before his brother.


Now both brothers were on the bed, backs propped up against the wall with pillows. When Edward came to, Noah was sitting on the bed patting his forehead with a damp rag.

"Are you okay, Brother?" Ed let out a breath and shook his head. This is not happening. . . He turned and looked at Alfons. Who looked like Alfons Hiedrich. . . but was claiming to be his brother. . .

"Alfo--Al. How did you get here?" He looked down at his hands, unable to comprehend and not wanting to face the truth.

"I jumped onto your ship when you turned your back. Mustang said he would close the gate on that side. I hid in one of the armor suits so you wouldn’t see me."

"Why though. . . why don’t you look like. . . you?"

Alphonse froze. "Why. .. how do I look?"

Ed motioned to Noah, and she walked out of the room for a moment. Ed continued to keep his gaze away from Al's face. When she returned, she walked to Al and handed him a mirror, taking a step back hesitantly.

Alphonse lifted the mirror to this eye level, but not was not greeted by his face that he knew. Instead of dark amber eyes, he saw bright blue ones. His skin was also paler, his hair a brighter blonde, and he looked older. He brought a hand up to his face and poked a cheekbone.

"Brother. . . what is going on?" Ed shifted, but still could not bring himself to look up at the face speaking as his brother. He spoke softly, holding back tears and wringing his hands in his lap.

"It happened to me too, the first time I went through the gate, on that night." He lifted his hands and covered his face. "You are in the body of a young man named Alfons Hiedrich. I was living with him here in Munich. When you came through the gate, it sent you to your counter part, your match in this world. Your soul is in his body, and your body is at. . . the gate." Edward let out a small sob. He was forever meant to be in hell, wasn’t he? His brother now in the body of a man who was injured, and already fading from a sickness. A body that could fail very soon. That would fail.

"You have to go back. To your body. To Amestris. We have to figure out how."

"Go back? I can’t go back. I want to be with you! I’m not leaving. I can get used to this body Brother!!"

"You don’t understand! There are two souls inside that body!"

Al paused and lay the mirror down between the two of them. "Well, how did you get out?"

"I died in that body, Al. Right as I was slipping away, I was somehow able to get myself back, and forced my way out the gate. I could because my body was still attached to our home. Yours should be too."

"Why can’t I stay?!" Al ignored the pain and turned to his brother, bringing himself to sit up on his knees and placing a hand on Ed's shoulder, squeezing tight.

"That body. . . it isn’t well. Alfons told me he didn’t have much time. That was why. . ." Ed sobbed into his hands more. He felt helpless. Small. Insignificant. He wanted to touch the hand on his shoulder, but was afraid to at the same time.

"Then I’ll stay as long as I can, Brother. And when I have to go back to the gate, I won’t go forward. I will come back to you. I’ll push my way through." Al scooted closer and leaned his head onto the shoulder, wrapping his arms around his crying older brother. He felt Ed’s body shudder slightly.


Noah had left and knew that they hadn’t noticed, but that was fine. She was in awe at the situation, at the possibilities here. Peeking into Ed’s bedroom, she saw that the “brothers” had fallen asleep. Alfons--or Al, as she had heard Edward call him, was laying on his back, and Edward was curled up beside him. She silently stepped over and picked the crumpled sheets off the floor, draping them over the two and leaving them to sleep.

this is my first time posting a fic here really [aside from one drabble] but i have been staring at this ever since i finished. feedback is more than welcome. thank you!!!!

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