Author: Shell Mel
Rating: PG - 13
Warning: Some violence and near death scenes. Also for Ed's swearing.
Spoilers: Spoilers for episode 22 and end of anime series.
Characters: Edward Elric, Roy Mustang
Summary: AU Edward never though much about the incident back in lab 5 with the red water. He doesn't really remember it that much. He's seventeen now, repaying his debt by helping Mustang reach the top now Al finally has his body again. But what happens when he and Mustang become targets for assassination?
Author Notes: Alternative ending to Anime series. Prologue is based in episode 22, while the rest is a year after the series.
Edward sighed heavily as he stretched out across the lounge in Mustang’s office. It was a nice day outside and here he was waiting on Mustang to finish his paper work so they could go to a stupid meeting.
“You know, Fullmetal,” Mustang said, sounding frustrated. “You could be helping me instead of lounging around.”
Edward cracked an eye open and peered over at Mustang.
“And if you weren’t such a lazy bastard,” Ed grinned. “You wouldn’t be so behind in your paperwork. I’ve done mine; I don’t see why I should have to do yours as well, Colonel.”
Roy glared at him and Ed’s grin just grew. It had been a year since the Colonel’s promotion Brigadier General, but after four years of an old habit Ed saw no reason to call him anything else. Plus he liked how easily it was to annoy Mustang with it as well.
A year ago Edward had managed to get Al’s body back. Though it was still the body of the nine year old who had originally lost it. Along with the mind of said nine year old... Al didn’t remember their adventures from the time when he was in the suit of armour. His reaction to meeting a sixteen year old Ed had not ended well... He was in Risembool with Winry. Going to school, hanging out with kids that were his own age and having the childhood he deserved. Instead of the fucked up one Ed had given him.
Things were better now. They spoke on the phone every day, Al telling him about his day and what he had learnt at school. He even called him ‘brother’ again now. It wasn’t much, but it never failed to put a smile on Ed’s face. Ed was even able to go back to Risembool every few weeks for the weekend to see his little brother. He missed him so...
Others often asked him why he was still in the military, so why didn’t he quit? He had achieved his goal. And that was it. He had achieved. He still had his automail, but Al had his body. What would he do now? He wasn’t sure. Risembool didn’t hold much for him and he was too young to settle down anyway. There was so much he had left to do in life, he just didn’t know what that was exactly. So for now he settled for paying back the friends he had in the military by helping them achieve their goals. Even if it was the bastard he was helping.
Suddenly, a bang went off right next to Ed’s ear, breaking him off from his day dream. He moved instinctively. His automail was transformed into a blade as he flipped himself over the back of the couch, taking an offensive stance. It was only when he looked up and saw the smug bastard smirking at him with fingers poised to snap that he clicked with what had happened.
“What the fuck, Mustang?!” He growled.
The bastard let out a chuckle, obviously amused at Ed’s reaction.
“You should be more aware of your surroundings, Fullmetal,” He smirked.
Ed clapped his hands and removed his blade, rolling his eyes as he did.
“And you should stop being an ass,” Ed snapped back.
Mustang continued to smirk at him as he picked up his paperwork.
“Come on, Shorty,” Mustang said as he headed for the door. “Let’s get this meeting over with. You never know, the Fuhrer might start to give way on this whole republic movement.”
“Fat chance,” Ed mumbled. “And who the hell are you calling short?!”
After Bradley’s fall Hakuro had stepped up. The bastard was a damn sight better then Bradley, but he was a greedy fucker. The people of Amestris were calling for a change in government. Mustang and himself had been trying to change the government of the country all year. The people had a parliament, but it was really nothing more than a facade. Since the fall of Bradley, the people had become aware of it. To have a representation of the people govern the country rather than the military. Now that is what this country needed. The idea was well supported, but not by the people who could make it a reality.
“Come on, Ful-“ The Colonel started before everything went to hell.
It happened in an instant. The Colonel had just touched the door knob when the door exploded, knocking Mustang into Edward. The young alchemist was thrown off his feet by the weight of his commanding officer. They hit the ground hard, Mustang laying on top of him.
“Get your fat ass off me!” He screamed at Mustang, but no response from the man. “Hey! Bastard! Get off!”
Ed pushed the man off him only to notice the man was no longer conscious. His head was bleeding; obviously a part of the door had hit him in the explosion. Ed could see the man was breathing, but didn’t get much further in checking him before men started piling into the room. Lots of men. Men with weapons. Alchemic items and guns alike.
“Fuck...” Ed hissed as quickly dropped to the ground with a clap of his hands, causing thick stone walls to separate them from the small army in the room.
Ed wasted no time in clapping again and making the floor vanish from beneath them. He landed gracefully on one knee, while Mustang hit the floor of the room below them with a loud thump.
“Oops...” He almost laughed as he clamped his hands and made the ceiling whole once more.