The array glowed blue shooting off golden sparks as the air crackled with heat lightening and power.
Focus. It will be okay, I just have to focus.
Power thrummed through the small form of Edward Elric, pouring from his palms to the chalked array drawn of the floor of an old abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Central.
The sparks changed from gold to red.
No. No not again. Wait it's just compression of air particles it's okay. Focus It will be okay, I just have to focus.
A door banged open and footsteps were heard above his head running down the stairs to his position.
Ignore them, they're not important. Focus. It will all be okay. Focus. I have to keep the cellular integrity.
Colonel what do we do?
Do? Do nothing. I have this well in hand. Leave me alone I have to focus. Al is depending on me. Is too much of the bodies water bleeding off in the steam? No it's okay. It will be okay I just have to focus.
Stay back Lieutenant interrupting him now could kill us all. We just have to trust him.
No shit you bastard. Shut up I have to focus. The body is constructed He has a body but his soul, I just have to separate his soul from the armor. Focus. I can do this it will be okay
Blue lightening licked at the blood seal, exposed to the world, eating it away golden and red sparks illuminating the process.
Just a little more. I have to focus. I have to bind his soul to his body. I did this. I took his soul from his body. I put it in the armor I can do this I can reattach it I just have to focus. It will all be okay
The soul fire eyes of the armors helmet dimmed, and died.
Oh God. No it's okay he's there I can feel him It's all okay. I have him I just have to focus. Now to attach him.
Shifting forward hands moving out of view of the gathered distractions behind him reaching one hand into the mass of swirling energy.
Just a little blood. Just like before. Focus you can do this. All of Al. Just focus.
Shirting back, removing his hand away from the array, letting the reaction die down. Ed shifted and crawled forward, the steam in the room hiding him from view.
He's okay. He has to be okay.
"Al. Al are you there?"
"Brother?"
He's there. He's really there I did it. I fixed him. He's okay It is all okay.
Reaching for his brother, then he was there soft, warm, and flesh. Grabbing him. Holding on tight Al's face pressed tight against the hollow of his neck. Suddenly everything was okay.
The pain, tears, and wasted years just don't matter anymore. We're together and we're okay. That's all that matters.
As the steam and the smoke cleared, Roy and company just stared. There among the soot and burned array was the brothers Elric, both of them whole and in the flesh, clinging to one another. Blood ran down Ed's finger, some dripping off the small of Al's back where and array was etched and burned into the flesh. An array holding Al's soul to the body of flesh and blood created for him by his brother.
They did it, and everything will be okay. Was the collective thought of the military personal gathered in the dingy basement?
