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How to Die - Chapter 8

Title: How to Die
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 was floating. He’d been between places since he had first woken up. He felt like shit. He tried to stay conscious but found himself passing out far too quickly and often. His eyes fluttered open to see a figure standing over him. They were blurry. He didn’t even have the energy to try and get his eyes to focus. Something between a moan and a whimpered escaped him as his eyes started to drift shut. He was so tired...

“Boss?” Came a voice said quietly. “You with me?”

Ed made another noise as he tried to keep his eyes open, but they were already starting to droop again. He frowned slightly as a realization slowly came to him. Water... He was surrounded by water. Ed looked around, confused. Where was he? Havoc, the blurry figure was Havoc he realized. The smoker was busy trying to do something with his hair.

“Just cleaning you up, Boss.” Havoc explained calmly. “You’re covered in blood, grime and God knows what.”

Ed groaned when the realisation of his situation came to him. Naked, in a bath, being cleaned up by Havoc. It was hard to keep hold of this realisation of what was going on around him. His head filled like it was full of cotton wool. Everything was so fuzzy. He tried to move a little, but he felt so heavy. As if all his limps were made of automail.

“Hey,” Havoc said, gently stroking the younger blonds’ face. “It’s okay. Nearly done, then we can get you back to bed.”

Ed didn’t flinch away like he normally would. He just couldn’t manage the action voluntarily or not. Instead, he surrendered to the touch. It was almost comforting. He was so tired. It was so relaxing. He hadn’t even noticed he was slipping off into a doze, until Havoc started to pull him out of the water. It jerked him into a slightly more alert state.

Havoc moved him around, arranging him as easily as if he was a doll on floor. Ed moved a little, trying to get away from the man. This was embarrassing. However, Havoc was not so easily put off his task.

“Come on, Boss.” Havoc said gently. “Just let me finish this up.”

Ed could feel a towel rubbing against his skin. He couldn’t do much to stop Havoc or even help.

At some point between being dried off and being dressed, Ed had passed out. He was leaning against something. Someone? There was a gentle tugging of his hair. He opened his eyes to see it was still Havoc. With a hair brush?

“There we are,” Havoc said, obviously happy this was over. “All clean and no more matted hair.”

Havoc pulled the boy up into his arms again. Edward groaned at the movement. It was started to make him feel ill. Thankfully, Havoc walked slowly. The feeling didn’t get any worse, but not any better. He was slowly starting to slip into a doze again, when Havoc spoke again.

“Boss, I’ve got to ask,” Havoc hesitantly. “How the hell did you do it?”

Ed frowned, opening his eyes slight. He made a confused noise. He didn’t understand. Havoc seemed to get the idea.

“How did you bring not only yourself,” Havoc continued quietly. “But the Chief as well, back to life? You were both, well, very dead and then not so dead...”

Dead? No that wasn’t possible. He had died? Had Mustang died? No... That defied the laws. All is one, one is all. You don’t just un-die. You can’t be brought back. If Mustang is alive, he never died. It can’t be done! There is a one way flow to life and no one can simply push back on that current! He should know! He had the fake limbs to prove it!

Ed’s stomach turned uncomfortably, causing him to groan as he paled again. Havoc seemed to notice how upset he was becoming by this news.

“Boss?” Havoc’s voice echoed around him.

Suddenly he was falling. His world crumbled around him. He was fading into black, overwhelmed by the idea that he not only died with Mustang, but somehow brought them back to life when he had clearly failed at this before.

A soft mattress under him, a warm blanket covering him and a cold cloth on his forehead brought him back slightly. He whimpered slightly, feeling lost. Something was missing. He was missing something. But what? He had felt this way since the doctor was with him, but it was becoming more uncomfortable now. It was like he was missing a limb, but not really something so material.

“Edward?” Came a soft voice.

He cracked his eyes open to see Fury sitting with him. Where was he now? It wasn’t a room he recognised. His eyes were starting to drift shut again when he felt someone shake him.

“Sir?” Fury said gently. “You need to drink some of this.”

Ed looked at what Fury was holding. It was a bottle with a straw attached. Ed tried to move to sit up, but only managed to wriggle round slightly. Fury took the hint and helped him up. The straw was brought to his mouth. Slowly he sucked up whatever it was. He could taste strawberries and bananas. It was nice. But after a few mouthfuls he found himself becoming tired again. The last thing he recalled was leaning against Fury. Voices echoed around, him but he was already too far gone to recognise them or what they were saying.


Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

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