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"Please!! Don't leave me!! Don't let them take me!!"

The woman cried aloud. She watched he husband struggle towards her as she pleaded for him to come to her aid. He fought as quickly and fiercely as he could to reach her. He vowed to let nothing happen to her. He had promised that, and yet it seemed almost impossible.

Why had he listened to them? Why did he let himself fall into such a mess?

Thoughts came at him from every direction until he finally reached her. He punched one of them who tried to hold him back causing him to let him go. He was pleased that the one who tried to hold him back did not rise back to his feet. Grasping her hand he managed to pull her towards him. As he did so his heart sank as he saw that she would not budge.

Tears streamed from her eyes from both the pain that held her back and the pain that over came her as she watched her husbands fighting and horrified expression. She knew she would not last much longer.

A movement against her chest reminded her of an infant daughter's presence. Looking down she uncovered the blankets that covered the child's face. The child was quite as she stared up at her mother. Her golden eyes gleaming and identical to her father's were bright with life.

Closing her eyes knowing her time was limited she grasped the child in an embrace. She wanted her to live on. Pulling the child from her chest she lifted her towards her husband who continued reaching for her.

"Take care of her alright?" She said. With that she lay the baby in his outreached arms delicately and let her self sink into the darkness who had been consuming her.

"No! Wait! NO!" he screamed aloud. Feeling the child in his arms he pulled her towards him and held her close only to continue to try and reach his wife, but it was to late. She was gone and his mind finally told him that. He didn't even get to tell her a proper goodbye.

The light around him suddenly dimmed. The child began to cry. He looked down into the child's golden eyes, identical to his. The child's cry grew louder and yet the child's reaction in his arms was blank as she only starred back at him. It was as if the sound came from nothing in particularly. Finally after a moment she cried.

He held her closer to him feeling the warmth of her small body and shiver from the sobs.

"Shh…it's alright. Your safe… I'm here, Edward's here…Daddy's here." His voice finally trailed off and he completely broke down into sobs. He joined the child's stream of tears and mourning for his love that was taken away from him. He only wondered if he had any regrets, but to no avail his mind did not function properly as he yearned for his loss.

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Chapter One: Like Father like Daughter

Disclaimer: yadda, yaffa, I do not own Fullemtal Alchemist, but I still own these stories and my ideas with them. So no copyrighting. Got it? Ask permission first, please.

(A/N: I didn't do much research for this fanfiction, so sorry if it may seem a little rusty, but you could always imagine different things. Anyway please take consideration in answering a few of my questions at the very end. Thank you.)

Edward woke up with a start, panting and sweating. That dream haunted him every night, and every night he would wake up at the same time. Rubbing his face he found that he had tears. He rubbed them away quickly hating to show weakness, even if he knew that no one was around. But this time he was wrong; someone was around.

A child of about four years of age stood at his doorway watching him with he bright golden eyes. Her hand was rested on the doorknob as if she had just walked in.

"Daddy…" she spoke quietly and seemed to focus on looking at nothing. It was to dark to see in the room, and he assumed that she did not see him return her gaze until she spoke again.

"Daddy… are you crying?" Her small voice surprised him and he couldn't help but smile. He shook his head riding his mind of its blur and sat up on his bed. Letting his feet touch the ground, he rested for a moment before deciding to stand up. The child walked into the room and closer to him as he eyes finally focused on him and starred.

Finally after Edward believed he gained back his composure, he looked down at the child.

"Daddy's fine honey. H-He... He just had a bad dream." He hesitated while he talked and watched as the little girl crawled up onto his bed. She sat next to him and looked up at him. He smiled at her knowing the look that she gave him. It was one of those. 'You're not telling me everything' looks. He knew that she wanted to know but he could not bring himself to say anything to her. Instead he stood up stretching and glanced at the clock. It said 5:10am. The same time it always did when he woke from that same dream. It always seemed that it was impossible for him to ever get a good night's rest.

The child jumped down mimicking her father in his routine of stretching than quickly ran to him as he walked out the door. She than jumped at his feet giving the sign that she wanted to be picked up. Edward did as she requested and picked her up. He than walked through the halls careful of the darkness and than into the kitchen. The feeling of the hard wooden floor scrapped at his feet, although he could only feel it on one foot, before he finally entered the kitchen.

It was now time for him to get up and get ready for work, so he might as well stay awake. He turned on the stove causing a coffee pot to suddenly come to life. Setting his daughter down she walked eagerly to a chair at the kitchen table, and he eagerly walked towards the fridge where he rummaged. His rummaging didn't have much luck though as his fridge was barely empty, but he could find a decent meal in the few provisions he had. Taking out a quart of orange juice, he set it in the table and turned back to continue his search.

The child watched him noting that every time he turned back he would not even glance at the milk; something that she had found was her favorite. Standing up, she wobbled on her small legs towards him and lifted the quart of milk off of the fridge door and placed it on the counter. With that she gleefully sat at the table waiting for her father's reaction.

Edward turned around, finally with an egg in one hand and a slice of bread in the other. He frowned upon seeing the milk and glanced at his daughter, but his frown faltered and he could not help but smile as she looked at him with bright innocent eyes. It seemed as if she tried to trick him in thinking that he brought the, what he thought vile, substance out. Placing the egg and bread on the counter delicately, he walked to her ruffling her hair playfully. She smiled and laughed as he did so.

"Are you hungry?"

She nodded in response and jumped from the chair she sat, only to run towards the cupboard, taking a box of cereal out. The box looked clearly bigger than he and he could not help but grin. Helping her he lifted the box onto the counter and readied a bowel for her. As he did he grimaced as he touched the pint of milk that she insisted him to drink himself every once in a while. Unexpectedly the child came up behind him and hugged him. She was barely taller than his knees and mumbled in a little voice.

"Thank you Daddy." She said in her small voice.

Edward froze feeling warmth flow through him. He placed the prepared bowel onto the counter before him and turned around, bending to her height.

"What for?" he asked a little confused, but still smiling faintly. In all honesty he had really no idea, of course his mind had grown narrower over the past five years and he recalled not seeing as much as he used to.

"Evewy thing." She said and hugged him. He returned the hug and picked her up in her arms.

"Thank you." He said.

She was all he had to look foreword in life now, and he treasured her just that way. He decided he would stay home from work this day. After all, the boss was a senile old coot and at constant times he would fire Edward, but when Edward should up for work the next day anyways. The man would still pay him. He found it amusing.

Walking to the table with her bowel of cereal in one hand and her in his arm, he never felt so overjoyed for being a father, even if there were hardships to it in raising his daughter alone. He seated her in a chair where he placed the bowel on he table. He than turned back towards the counter and grabbed the pint carton of milk to bring to the table. There was always the possibility she might want more. Despite his dislike for the substance, he still had it in the house because his daughter loved it so much. He still could not place why though, maybe from her mother. The thought of her mother, his wife, upset him and he stayed quiet trying to get the thoughts out of his mind and sat at the table watching her eat. Moments passed before he finally spoke up and changed his thoughts, finding a more pleasant subject to think about.

"It's your Birthday soon."

She nodded vigorously forgetting about her food for the moment. An excited look appeared on her face as she looked up at him.

He chuckled at her reaction.

"Your going to be five than? Is there a special something you would like?"

Edward watched as she did the five counts on her fingers, showing him the five fingers representing five years. Now Edward knew why Hughes was always such a spazz when it came to his own daughter.

After the same nodding response, he watched his daughter screw up her face in a thoughtful expression and thought.

"Hmmmm…"

Edward waited patiently. Five years ago he would not have as much patience as he did now. It seemed that he had calmed down a lot and now saw his life through clearer eyes, even if it seemed a little narrow at times.

"A pocket watch!" she said aloud and eagerly. He jumped at the sudden out burst as he was deep in thought and looked at her quickly as what se said finally sunk into his thought process.

"R-Really?" he said hesitantly.

"Yeah!" she replied with no notice of his hesitation.

He nodded himself than smiled warmly at her.

"Alright." He replied and looked out the window. Snow fell from the sky as it had been for several months now. It would soon get colder he thought. As he stood up, he picked the slice of bread and egg off the counter and soon made himself his own breakfast. Finishing quickly he was approving of his own cooking more and more each day and was glad that he no longer burnt his food. He sat down and ate, and thought about the day ahead of him.

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Ok! Now that you've read this fanfiction. I need reviews telling me what to do.

The first question:

Who should be Edward's wife?

Choices: Rose, Noah, Winry, or some random character –FMA wise or not-

2nd: What is a suggestion for a name for the daughter? (If I don't get any answers to any of the questions, I'm going to leave it up to random forums or Xanga, and who knows what they pick. I'd rather have it up to you readers of more than anything.)

3rd: should this be based in Amestries sp? Or should it be placed in Germany?( in other words. FMA world or our qworld)

Also, should I even bother continuing? O.o that happens to occur to me a lot. Not even bothering to continue. Over all if you just like the story you can review too. There's nothing stopping you. The bottom is at the far left bottom of the screen in the little ok or go box. Just…click it… course if you need to sign in for it, screw it. That always pisses me off too; Unless you really want to review. Aye well thank you for reading. Ja ne.