Characters: Ed, Al, Noah, and other Munich characters
Rating: PG [?]
Genre: AU, angst, drama, light humor
Pairings: implied heidxed
Length of this Chapter: 556 [a short one oh nuu]
This fic takes place at the end of the FMA movie: Conqueror of Shambala.
This fic is based off a theory I have as to what would have happened had things ended slightly differently in the movie.
The funeral was Saturday. The sky was clear but for clouds in the distance, and it had snowed the night before, leaving the air crisp and chilly. Those in attendance were bundled up in their heavy coats as the priest said a prayer for a young man named Alfons Heidrich, who wanted to build a rocket to the sky.
That morning, Edward mourned the loss of someone he loved after thinking he could never be with someone again. . . and the final loss of his younger brother. His mind raced back to the day of his mother’s funeral as he stood at the edge of the grave after everyone left, wishing that there was that voice sitting beside him again, and asking “What do we do now, Brother? What are we going to do?”
“What am I going to do now. . .” He whispered. His hands that were clenched into fists relaxed and he slowly slumped down to his knees. He cupped his face in his hands and openly wept as the clouds came in and blocked out the sun.
Sunday morning began with a cold and exhausted Edward Elric finally coming through the door. Noah was sitting at the table drinking tea as though expecting him home. Ed stopped and looked at her with bloodshot eyes, small flecks of frost falling from his coat.
“It was very cold last night. You should take a bath.” She spoke softly, gripping her cup with both hands.
“Yeah.” He responded flatly. Slowly he took of his overcoat and tossed it over a chair, then walked up the stairs. Upon reaching his room, he stood there under the door frame, staring at the empty bed and hating the heavy feeling of loneliness that was washing over him. He stepped over to the desk and placed his flesh hand on top of the helmet he had brought home with him the night Al first spoke with him after 2 long years.
“I hope you made it home, Al. Because if not, then this world is more fucked up than I could imagine.”
That night he slept with the helmet in his arms, and dreamed of his childhood before entering hell.
“All he seems to want to do now is work at the studio. He’s there all day and night. I really don’t even know if he comes home often. ” Noah commented and took a sip of her tea. Across from her was Grecia, who was working on a flower bouquet.
“I’m sorry for always being down here while you are working. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Of course not Noah. I enjoy the company. And give Edward some space. This has been a rough time for him, and we just need to understand that. He and Alfons were really close, after all.”
Noah nodded and sighed, gazing out the window. It had been a couple of weeks now since the funeral, and she was genuinely concerned for Edward. The last time she had seen him had been a week ago, and he looked so….tired. And he was beginning to have light stubble on his chin. She had offered him food, but he had just shaken his head and gone upstairs to collapse on his bed.
She hoped he didn’t need much more time like this to recover.
When i said this was the last chapter, apparently i lied. Because chapter 6 said STOP HERE. and so i did. i ended up gutting my original chapter 6 and completely rewriting it. next chapter to come shortly...? mew.
thanks for reading and feedback is very much appreciated!! *wibble*