A/N: My first one-shot/drabble thingy!! Whee!! Anyway, this takes place shortly after the end of the series, but before the move. It's in Ed's POV... Oh, and it's RoyEd, implied at the very least, so homophobes should leave now. laughs

I lie awake and try so hard
not to think of you.
But who can decide what they dream?
And dream I do…
-Taking over Me, by Evanescence

Whatever entity controls the Gate is both unbelievably cruel and somehow kind.

I had sacrificed myself for my brother- my body, mind, and soul for his- and held no regrets. I spent my days in this country called Germany. Some nights, though, the Gate would give me dreams of Amestris. These dreams helped keep me sane, let me know that my friends and family were safe, but also brought on a loneliness that drove me to the brink of insanity.

Everyone thought I was dead. Winry, Al, even Roy. A funeral was held for me, an overly elaborate affair. Since my body was never found, they brought mementoes of me to place in the coffin. Winry brought some of the automail I had shattered. Riza brought one of the many bullets she had shot at me for insubordination and general stubbornness. Al brought one of my coats.

Al…

Why such an impersonal gift? He looked lost at the funeral, not really knowing what he was doing there, not knowing who had died. He didn't remember me.

Why? If the Gate had needed more payment, it should have taken it from me! I was the one performing the transmutation!

Even though he didn't have his memory, he was still alive, and it was good to know that I had succeeded.

Roy…

Roy had brought a picture of us together. It was one of my favorites- we were sitting on a hill in each other's arms, staring at the stars.

After the ceremony was over, Roy stayed at the grave for hours, simply kneeling and staring. Long after everybody else had left, he was there, saying what he thought was his final goodbye.

He cried.

I had only seen him cry once before, at Hughes' funeral. Even then, he tried to protest that it was simply rain, though there wasn't a cloud in the sky. This time was different. He broke down sobbing, and he fell asleep where he knelt.

The dream ended just as the sun rose, its rays beginning to kiss his face. I was back in Germany.

I was back in Hell.

A/N: This is what you get when you combine boredom with several hours of listening to Evanescence. I'm not planning on continuing at the moment, but I could probably be persuaded to write a sequel. Just remember: more reviews happy author more writing! PLEASE REVIEW!