Roys pov.

"I never knew that losing someone could be so terrible, until the day I lost Hughes. I finally understood why people had tried transmutation, I had desperately wanted to try it too. The same familiar pain was coming back again. The pain I felt for hughes.

It had just been a normal day, though it was a bit rainy and weary out. The sun was hidden behind dark clouds. I never like rainy days because in the words of Riza- im useless on rainy days- I now hated them ten times more.

I had gotten the phone call that changed my life.

There was a classic car crash, yes classic.

Two cars were either not paying attention or just driving. The first car had been driving down the street slowly and carefully due to slick roads and foggy windsheilds. Out of no where, probably from a side street tires were screeching and a seconed car was unable to stop. Thus, it had crashed into the on coming one, and it was a pretty bad crash.

I have heard different versions of the story but they are wrong, after all I was there, in that first car when it had happened. Of corse I would know what would have happened.

I was soon admitted to the hospital, as were my other suboridnates who were in the crash. I thought if I wasnt hurt badly they wouldnt be. Turns out they weren't, all but two that is. The ones that mean the most to me.

One I love, and is currently my wife. The other, a son or brother, though he probably wouldn't be happy if I told him. I was glad to hear that Riza was ok, she had a few broken bones but she was bleeding internally near her lungs. Of corse she is fine now, but it gave me quite a scare. The other one, well he didnt get as lucky.

I right about now, had gotten that life changing phone call.

That my 'son' had been knocked into a state of acoma. Making him unrepsonsive for quite a while. I watched his blond hair become tanlged when the doctors moved him to give him medicine. I watched carefully hoping to see him flinch or blink. Nothing. I really missed him too.

He may have been stubborn and arrogant, but he was still one of my close friends and someone i liked to look out for. I pressed his buttons a bit, but he tested me too.

I longed to see his golden eyes and white teeth again, to see him bouncing around full of life and not laid out calmly on a hospital bed for 2 years straight.

The day finally came, that he woke up. Though it broke my heart when I was aloud to see him.

The next few months he met everyone over again and learned his background information, that was important.

I really miss the old him, loud and crazy, rude and funny and gentle when he wanted to be and caring when it was possible."

"Hey, excuse me, Mr Mustang, erm, what was this kids name?" asked a small voice on the other side of the table.

The small blond was lost in the colonel's story, body leaned foward his two differently shaped shoulders hunched with his head of thick blond hair in a ponytail blanced on top. His golden eyes stared contently, loving to hear stories from his superior.

"His name? Well I usally called him by his title" said Roy getting up to put their coffee cups in the sink.

"Ok, but still a name, sir?" asked the teen.

"His name was Edward, Ed"