Author's Note: Ok, so I've been planning this story for a really long time but I haven't managed to figure out how to start it until now. I'm so happy! XD –squeals—but so here it is, at long last, chapter one of what I have decided to call "I've been waiting for you," because it's about Roy waiting for Ed. This'll be interesting for me because not only is it the first ongoing fic I've done that's concentrated on FMA, but I have nothing to go off of really and it's going to be from Roy's POV for the most part. I'm used to writing Ed. I might not be able to update it too often, so I'm sorry, but with school and my other fics going on, it's hard to get regular updates in. Also, when my muse goes off to see Hawaii, her back up muse goes to Canada, and the other one it too lazy to come out of the Spa that Kate built … anyway, those issues aside, I hope everyone enjoys this fic! Please do let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: If I owned FMA, there would be more than 51 episodes, the movie would have covered more loose ends left on the Amestris side of the gate, there would be obvious yaoi… well, you get the idea. I don't own FMA. And if I did, it would have sucked. Thank God for the wonderful genius known as Hiromu Arakawa.

WARNING! THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE SERIES AND THE MOVIE!!! TAKES PLACE DURING (FOR THIS CHAPTER) AND AFTER THE MOVIE!! IF YOU DON'T WANT IT ALL RUINED FOR YOU, GO AND FINISH THE SERIES AND THE MOVIE FIRST AND THEN READ THIS!! THIS HAS BEEN YOUR OFFICIAL WARNING, WRITTEN IN LARGE, CAPITAL BOLD LETTERS SO YOU CAN'T IGNORE IT AND THEN COMPLAIN LATER. THIS SAVES YOU THE ENERGY. UNLESS YOU REALLY WANT TO FLAME, IN WHICH CASE FEEL FREE. FLAMES AMUSE ME. I'M NOT QUITE SURE WHY I'M STILL WRITING THIS, BUT AT THIS POINT I DON'T CARE. LIVE WITH IT. OH, AND AS A SIDE NOT FOR ANYONE WHO DIDN'T NOTICE THAT THE SUMMARY SAID YAOI, AND THE A/N CLEARLY SUGGESTS YAOI, THIS IS YAOI. MEANING BOY-BOY. MORE SPECIFICALLY, ED-ROY. BECAUSE IT'S HOT. YOU KNOW IT IS. AND IF YOU DON'T, THEN READ FULL CIRCLE AND YOU'LL LOVE YAOI JUST AS MUCH AS I DO. THAT IS ALL. I'LL ACTUALLY GET TO WRITING THE FIC NOW. I THINK. STOP RAMBLING!! –HITS HERSELF- OW!

I've Been Waiting for You

Prologue: Shining Gold

How long has it been? I don't even know anymore. Since you left, I haven't really noticed anything. How do you always manage to do this to me? When ever you went away on a mission I went insane. Of course, I made sure never to let anyone notice, but that doesn't mean that nothing was going on inside me. It was different then. I knew you would be coming back. You had to come back. No one could defeat you. Except yourself.

I knew that when we saw each other that one last time, before we went on our own ways, I knew that you wouldn't be coming back.

That didn't make watching you walk away any easier.

All I could do was hope that one day you would come back to me, and when that day came, I promised myself I would never let you go again. I wasn't the same after you left. Riza tried to help meI didn't have the heart to tell her that she couldn't help me this time, so I let her think she could. Sometimes I wish that it wasn't a lie and that she could really comfort me, but deep down, I have always known that you are the only one who could do that.

Once I was able to walk on my own again, I requested a transfer, and then dropped my alchemist title to become an enlisted man, stupidly thinking that if I could escape the place I could escape the memories. What gave me that moronic idea? It sure as hell didn't work for my memories of Ishbal, so why should this be any different?

If anything it just made it worse.

Up here in the north, it always snows. You get used to it after a while. It sucks all the heat and life out of your body. That's quite something to acclimate to, especially if you've always been associated with fire before. And I gave the fire up, too. Using my flames only made me think of you, and I do enough of that as it is. The snow seems to act like a blank canvas that begs you to paint your memories out on it, and it's hard to resist, and eventually I guess I just stopped trying. I just let my mind go, and let my blind eye do the seeing for me. There. Out across the snow covered hills. It's you the first day I saw you. You looked so vulnerable then. So much different from the Edward I know. Then again, I can't say I blame you. Not only were your mental wounds still fresh, but you were recovering from one of the most painful surgeries out there.

Next I get to see you when I tossed you that watch of yours. I didn't look you in the eye, because I knew there would be disappointment. If it wasn't in your eyes, than I knew you'd see it in mine for letting someone like you, still so young, into the military, knowing full well that you would loose all the innocence you had left. And yet I still feel a strange bit of pride whenever I see that silver chain hanging by your side. I'm not quite sure why, because all state alchemists wear them, but for some reason I let myself think that you wear it as a token of me that you can carry around with you. I know you had it with you when you passed through the Gate, because we never found it again after that, though we searched the building. All we ever found was your coat and vest. And your note. I keep it with me, you know. Not that I really need to. By now all the words are firmly imprinted on my mind. I couldn't forget them if I wanted to.

Sorry, Roy, you bastard, but I have to do this. You know that just as well as I do. I'll probably never see you again, so I guess it doesn't matter if I tell you now. I always loved you, Roy. I know it's probably wrong to think that, but I don't care. I never really was one to follow the rules. I've got to go now, and I don't think I'll ever come back. I know I'll miss you once I'm gone, but that doesn't matter now. I guess in a way I've always missed you because you were never there in the way I always wished you would be, and seeing you just made it harder. So, goodbye, Roy, and good luck.

Love,

Edward Elric

The letters are all smudged now from being in his pocket, where snow, dirt, and heat had almost reduced it to a little blob of pulp. I always thought you were so far out of my reach, and yet, you weren't. You never were. You were always right there, waiting for me. Why didn't I notice?

It's too late for regrets to be of any use – not that they ever can be of use. I should know. So I look back out at the snow again. You're there, building a snowman with your brother. I still don't quite know how a suit of armor can like to play in the snow that much, but he was only a boy after all, so I suppose it shouldn't be that suppressing. I let the snow image disappear and be replaced with when you brought me my morning coffee. Riza had called out sick, and so Havoc had you bring it instead. I can't help but think sometimes that he knew. Nor can I get rid of the feeling that Fuery had set him up for it. Those two are perfect for each other. It's like they can read each other's minds.

I imagine you already know that.

Now I can see you on that last night you left, and realize my mind has come full circle. It always does this. My thoughts always will inevitably end up on how I just let you walk away that night. I don't quite know how that works, but I've given up alchemy, so I suppose the scientifically deduced process can be put off again.

Suddenly I feel warmth on my frozen cheeks and it doesn't take long for me to taste the salt in my mouth. I realize I'm crying again. Another inevitability.

But who would have thought I would ever see you again? Who would have thought that I of all people would receive a second chance?

A/N: well, that's the prologue for you. If enough people beg, or at least review, I might be convinced to get an actual chapter up here that's twice this length and actually starts to get into the plot! (obvious hint) and yes, flames count as reviews.