FMA Dream-fic

Hello, and welcome to the inner realm of my mind! And, welcome back to anyone who has previously read my other FMA fanfic. (grins)

Now, this was an actual dream of mine, quite interesting it was. It was basically about FMA, and space. It was really interesting at the time, and now I think it's worthy of showing to all of you. Because it was really interesting. And awesome. And FMA. And still remembered. (grins)

It was everywhere in my dream, too complicated and vague to explain exactly, so I've structured it as an actual Fanfic (for fun, mostly), with complete sentences and less plot holes. I think. Also, since it was a dream, the plot doesn't really develop that far, and makes very little sense. But still, it's worth reading. If your bored. Or if you loved me. (grins)

Note:I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist, but I do own the dream! Rated T because it's FMA, and FMA has Edward in it.

Anyway, on with the confusion!

Chapter One: The Black Ship

" And now, please welcome Mister Alphonse Elric, son of the leader of this expedition, Brigadier General Hohenheim Elric! " The man at the podium announced. Everybody clapped their hands, all sitting at their round dinner tables, strewn throughout the large mess hall. Though they called it a ball room tonight. On top of the stage, the man, dressed in an expensive black tuxedo, stared at Alphonse expectantly. He was waiting for him to get up. To walk from the row of tables at the back of the podium to the central stage and address the crowd.

It was so unfair.

Why couldn't they get his mother to go up? She knew more on what was going on than him.. He barely paid any attention to his fathers space program. Your family has made such incredible advancements! Everybody told him. And indeed, he agreed with them. He just didn't care. But, here he was, one of the two guests of honor, beside his mother, and was now expected to walk up to the podium and explain what was going on.

Sighing, he rose to his feet, plastering a fake smile onto his face to appease the crowd. His mother, Trisha Elric, placed a gentle hand on his shoulder as he rose, understanding his dismay, but she did nothing to get him out of it.

I wish Brother was here... Alphonse thought miserably as he began to walk down the length of the table to the gap. Edward, his older brother by one year, loved the space program. And while he didn't always get along with their father, at only 21 he had followed him and his crew through every single mission, up until... until...

Until they lost him.

Alphonse reached the podium. He nodded to the man, who stepped down, away from Alphonse, leaving him alone. In front of everybody.

" Ahem... " Alphonse cleared his thought. Anything to stall. " Er.. Good evening, to all of you. " He began. " I'm sure you are all quite excited as to what we are going to show here tonight- this is the first time such a feat has ever been achieved in Amestris history. Thanks to the research and excellent expertise in the field of.. Er... Space.. I suppose, " He quickly stuttered. A small chuckle rose from the crowd. " Of my father, " He continued, " Brigadier General Hohenheim Elric of the NASA program, we now present you with a piece of incredibly high-tech machinery, one of a kind, " Pause for effect... " A video camera capable of instant live feed from any distance up to the planet Mars, which can be up to 399,000,000km away, broadcast straight to Amestris, as well as two-way audio capabilities. In short, " Alphonse added, " We can have a conversation with my father right now, who is currently stationed on a low orbit space station on the far side of our moon, with no audio or visual glitches or jumps. Like watching TV, except you can talk to it. " Another small chuckle.

Alphonse paused. He had tried to rehearse his speech, but had gotten nothing further than the announcement. He had hoped the man would jump in at this point, but the guy didn't even attempt to butt in. He just stood patiently behind him, as if waiting for an actual 'end'.

Oh maan.. Alphonse groaned. What do I say now..? Think! The crowd had stopped murmuring, and now stared at him expectantly.

" Psst! " He heard the man hiss behind him. Alphonse didn't turn around. " Al! Say a bit about the family history! You know! "

You know..

Did he mean.. Discuss his brother?... Better than nothing, I suppose...

" Er.. " Alphonse continued, " This steady flow of achievements on Brigadier General Elric's part has only been broken once- by the tragic- er- disappearance of the eldest son, my older brother, Edward Elric. Advancements had then come to a complete stop for a few years, but luckily it has picked up dramatically since then, and no doubt in ten years we may even be setting up bases on Mars, using this new video camera technology for instant contact. " There was a small applause. Alphonse nodded once before placing his hand over the microphone, turning partially around to look at the man behind him.

" Is it ready for broadcast? " He murmured. The man shook his head.

" Twenty minutes tops. " He mouthed. Alphonse nodded.

" Lets put in the break for entree's, then, " Alphonse replied, " So everybody has something to do. Then in twenty minutes we'll start it up. Ok? "

The man nodded. Alphonse turned back around, facing the crowd once again. At least he didn't have to talk for much longer.

" Ahem... We will begin the live feed in exactly twenty minutes. " He explained. " In the meantime, entrees will be provided for you, since it will be a fair while before dinner begins. " Alphonse paused for a moment, bowing slightly. " Please enjoy your meal. " At that, he turned and stepped down. Instantly the man leaped forward, reclaiming his position at the podium. He began to talk, but Alphonse didn't listen. He'd just gone through the worst moment in his life. A moment his brother would have thrived in..

The moment he reached his seat, he flopped down, sighing loudly. Instantly his mother wrapped her arms around his shoulders, concern and unhappiness in her eyes.

" Poor dear, " She cooed, " I'll have a word with that man, making you talk about Ed.. "

" Did you see the expression on some of them when I mentioned him..? " Alphonse asked under his breath. " Like they were humoring me with sad faces. "

" Ignore it, sweetheart. " His mother replied. " The general public love stories like that. There could be none better, in this case. A promising young man, son of the head of the space program, venturing out into the depths of space with his father only to be lost by an unplanned meteor storm, dragged away right in front of his parent's eyes. " She sighed. Alphonse knew she was suppressing tears. " The media is still milking it for everything it's worth, and it's already been four years. "

" Vultures. " Alphonse muttered angrily, glaring at the plate of prawns that had been shoved under his nose.

" Yes. " His mother nodded. She then smiled at him, catching his eye. " But we need to stay happy. Families experience loss all the time, and we are no different. And we are stronger than most families. We will pull through. "

" You're wrong. " Alphonse stated suddenly, causing his mothers eyes to widen in surprise.

" Oh, Al.. " She muttered.

" You're wrong! " Alphonse repeated. " Because nobody saw Brother die, so he might still come back! "

" Al.. You know what space is like... " His mother tried once again to persuade him.. This wasn't the first time he told her this. He'd been saying it blunt for the last four years. Ever since Edward was reported dead. One time, he overheard his father telling her to humor Alphonse. Alphonse then refused to leave his room for two days. Even then, it was lack of nourishment that forced him out. But Alphonse never doubted his words. Edward will come back. He had promised Alphonse the day he left for the mission with Hohenheim, he had promised that he would come back.

Edward had never broken a promise... Nothing would make him start now... not now...

Four years ago, Edward had gone on a mission to a different space station, one further towards Mars, with their father. But everything had gone wrong when there was a sudden, unexpected meteor shower. The meteors were rather large, and made massive damage to the space station, to the point where everyone had to evacuate in escape pods to avoid the decompression and loss of oxygen through massive holes. But while everyone else had gotten to the pods, Edward was still in the engine room, trying to stop everything from exploding before everyone escaped. It had been a safety precaution to have it sticking out from the rest of the space station. Incase the engine room was in danger of exploding, there was a switch that would disconnect it from the rest of the space station. The only problem in this case was the wall where the switch was located had been destroyed, so the only option was to go inside and shut it down manually. So this is what Edward did. But before Edward had the chance to escape himself, a meteor went right through the only bridge connection attaching the engine room to the rest of the space station.. This left a great hole in the side of the room, which would have sucked out anything not tied down.. And then a second hit the engine room. Since it was no longer attached, the structure was dragged off, stuck to the front of the meteor like a paper bag caught on a bus windscreen. Edward was still inside...

Some of the men reported seeing a blue flash just before the second meteor hit. Edward's Infamous Alchemy skills, a skill all astronauts were taught so they could do repairs instantly, rather than stuff around for hours longer. If Edward had used alchemy, then he would have closed all open holes, saving his life. But then the other meteor that dragged him off, right in front of Hohenheim's eyes... Surely that would not have killed him?.! The metal used for the station didn't melt from such heat, which was why it was used. It was only smashed from the force. So Edward could have lived...

But then, as his mother argued, the coldness of space, and the lack of food, water, and everything else one needed to survive... Edward wouldn't have lasted long...

But Edward was smart. Edward is smart! He could get out of any situation alive!

Right..?

Alphonse didn't touch his entree's. After twenty minutes, the man returned to the podium, introducing Alphonse once again.

" Al, " His mother whispered to him, " just say its going to be turned on, and tell the control man to start it up, your father should sort the rest out. " Alphonse gave a short nod before making his way back to the podium. There, he stared out at the crowd once again. Everybody had excitement in their eyes.

" Now, " He began, " Ladies and Gentlemen, without further delay, I give you the latest revelation in Amestris technology. " He glanced to the side. Beside the stage was a fairly large machine, the master control panel for the video camera, complete with it's own little viewing screen, showing the image, and all other stats Alphonse didn't understand. " Would the control man please turn the machine on. " The man at the machine nodded. He started fiddling with all the buttons. After a few seconds he gave Alphonse a thumbs up. Suddenly, behind him, a large- large - TV screen was lowered down from a hole in the ceiling until it rested neatly on the back wall behind the table row. Alphonse stepped to the side of the podium so he could also see it. It was linked so that audio from the space station would be broadcast around the room, and audio from his side would be transferred through the podium microphone.

After a few more moments, an image suddenly blinked onto the TV screen, the video output running smoothly, just like any TV. The image showed the face of Hohenheim Elric, staring through the screen with his usual giddy, thinking expression. His father was quite odd that way. Hohenheim reckoned his quote was " what does this button do? ".

" Testing! " Hohenheim suddenly bellowed, grinning. " I say, test! Test! You hearing me, Al?" He suddenly whirled around. " Did you turn it on, Hughes? " He called out to a man off screen. Alphonse leaned over to the microphone beside him.

" We see you, Father. " He stated, smiling. Hohenheim whirled back around.

" Ah! " He exclaimed. " Al! Everything running smoothly? "

" Yes, the machines working fine. " Alphonse replied.

" Excellent! " Hohenheim cheered. Alphonse could hear the audience murmuring to each other in astonishment. There was no delays in video or audio, it was like a phone conversation with pictures.

" So! " Hohenheim continued. " We have an audience, right? "

" Yes, Father. " Alphonse replied.

" Super! " Hohenheim grinned. It appeared he was picking up the camera, as it rose up, and shook a little. " Hughes! " He called out again to the man off screen. " Carry this for me, will you? "

" Yes, Sir! " The man named Hughes barked. Hughes sounded a little further away. After a few seconds, and a bit more camera shaking, Hohenheim stepped back, his full body in view, arms at his sides.

" Now, Ladies and Gents! " Hohenheim waved. " What you're seeing is the biggest revelation since we discovered how to create gravity inside space stations, completely negating the effects of muscle deterioration in astronauts, but, might I add, completely ruining the sensation of flying. " A laugh from the audience. " The only thing this camera does not have is a two-way video. " He continued. " Meaning while you see me, i can not see you. It's like talking into any other Amestris camera. I decided that will be a feature of later versions of this though, given to the families of these brave astronauts and to NASA. Now- Hughes, follow me- " Hohenheim began walking backwards into a hallway, passing windows. Outside there was nothing but space and distant stars, and every now and then another part of the space station. " As you can all see, I am not at a small cardboard set in Creta, this is the space station right next to the moon. This camera is actually capable of broadcasting images from the moons surface itself, so we aren't going to be confined to these boring white walls. "

" Ah! " Hughes exclaimed from behind the camera. " If you'd just let me decorate them like I asked- "

" You still have room on the walls in your quarters for your photos, Hughes! " Hohenheim argued.

" Not for long! WAHAHAHAHAHA! " Hughes cackled. Suddenly another voice joined in, sounding much further away.

" Just don't put them on my walls again!" The voice bellowed angrily.

" Then get your own wife, Roy, and I won't have to share mine! " Hughes replied. This was followed by some muffled sounds- possibly swearing - from the other man.

" Anyway! " Hohenheim continued, still walking backwards. " Off camera we have a large group of some of my most trustworthy men- you heard one of them just then- preparing for their journey onto the surface of our moon. I'm set myself, I just need to put my suit on, which unfortunately does not flatter my figure. " Off to the side, Alphonse could hear his mother giggling. Hohenheim seemed to expect this reaction. " Stop laughing, Trisha! " He playfully scolded. The audience- and Trisha- laughed loudly before quickly settling down again. Moment's later another voice, possibly from the same man that swore, called out to Hohenheim.

" The crew are ready, Sir! " He called.

" Excellent! " Hohenheim exclaimed, literally pumping his fist in the air. " Ok, Ladies and Gents, give me two seconds, and we'll get started! Hughes, go get footage of the crew. " With that, Hohenheim turned, stepping through a door to the right of the camera, shutting it behind him. Instantly the camera whirled around, showing a close up of Hughes' face.

" Hey, Alphonse! " He called out. " My wife there? " Alphonse turned around, quickly scanning the crowd. Close to the front, a hand shot up, belonging to a pretty young woman holding a little, blonde-haired girl.

" Yes! " Alphonse replied, turning back to the screen. " Your daughters here, too, Mister Hughes. "

" Yaay! " Hughes cheered. " Hii, Honey! Hii Elysia! " He grinned widely, pressing his face closer. " Blow Daddy a kiss, Sweetheart! "

" Hughes! " The man named Roy bellowed. " Give me the damn camera before you break it! "

" Lighten up, Roy! " Hughes cackled. He flipped the camera back around, revealing a room with At least 10 other men. Each one was in a white space suit, large, fish bowl-shaped helmets tucked under their arms. One of them, a young man with short, dark hair and long bangs, glared at the camera, no doubt looking at Hughes. Beside Roy was a young, blonde-haired woman, also in a space suit. She had a very stern gaze, and was watching Hughes also, though not in contempt, but mild interest.

" Right! " Hughes, started. " In front of us is Mister Grumpy, A.K.A. Roy Mustang. Beside him is the always lovely Riza Hawkeye. "

" Don't push your luck, Sir." Hawkeye replied calmly.

" Wahahaha! " Hughes laughed. " Behind Ms Riza- Miss, Roy, single- is our two best scientists- other than me and Hohenheim-, Kain Fuery and Vato Falman, say hello, Men! " The one named Fuery waved quickly, while Falman saluted stiffly. " Behind them is Heymans Breda, our explosives expert- we've never used him! I don't know why Hohenheim keeps him- "

" You can never go on such missions without the option of blowing something up. " Breda argued, folding his arms over his large stomach, easily seen through the white suit.

" Blowing up the moon! " A thin man next to him laughed. " That'd be something to be proud of! "

" Hey, I don't mean the whole thing! " Breda snapped, swinging a slow arm at the man.

" This Master of Sarcasm is Jean Havoc, our weapons expert. " A hand popped up on screen, pointing towards the man. " We've never needed him either! Wahahahaha! " Suddenly Mustang straightened up, saluting someone off screen, behind Hughes.

" Brigadier General, Sir! " He barked. " May I be the one to carry the camera? Hughes is being a retard. "

" Did he shove a photo onto the lens again? " Hohenheim's voice called out from off screen. Instantly the camera whirled around, showing the image of Alphonse's father again. He was now wearing a puffy, white space suit like the rest of them.

" No, " Mustang shook his head, " It was his face, this time. "

" Ok, Hughes, give Mustang the camera." Hohenheim ordered. Though Alphonse could see him grinning ear to ear. His father always said he loved Hughes' personality, and Mustang did, too. Mustang just pretended not to. After a mumbled protest from Hughes, the camera image shook as it was passed over to Mustang. Seconds later you could see a full-body shot of both Hohenheim and Hughes, making the peace sign. Alphonse heard Mustang sigh.

" You guys are quite professional, today, aren't you? " Alphonse snickered. There was a chuckle from the audience, and a loud, hearty laugh from Hughes.

" Ah, everyone's excited over the camera! " Hohenheim nodded. " They're usually a bit more professional than this, I swear! "

" Yeah! " Breda shouted from off screen. " Hughes isn't always this much of a pain in the ass! "

The groups conversation pretty much went on like this for another five minutes. It would have been longer, except Alphonse reminded them what exactly they were doing, and immediately Hohenheim leaped into action. They all hustled to another section of the space station, and after another fifteen minutes, they were all inside a long tube, sort of like an elevator, but fancier. This shot them down to the moon's surface. Once the pod in the tube hit the ground, they all filed out. The view was incredible. Everything was a brownish grey. No other color whatsoever. There were craters everywhere, as far as the eye could see, and the sky was pure black, with so many stars visible, it was truly spectacular. Mustang spun the camera around in time for everybody to see the tube they came down in shoot back up to the space station.

" Lady's and Gentlemen, " Hohenheim announced from somewhere to the right, " Welcome to the moon. " There was so much space around them. They were the only ones there, just eight guys and a camera. Hohenheim walked into view, moving slowly, like he no longer weighed a ton. They had put their helmets on before stepping into the tube, so now Alphonse's father was peering at them through an upside down fish-bowl, grinning and pointing upwards. Mustang raised the camera to follow his finger, and immediately the screen was filled with stars, and a moon view of Amestris. It was small enough to fit the whole planet onto the screen. It was so blue, so beautiful... Everyone in the audience gasped in amazement. Even Alphonse felt moved.

So this is what Brother was talking about all those years.. He thought, staring at the planet he was currently standing on. It was so small... And there was a tornado in the southern hemisphere.

Cool.

" Right, lets get going! " Hohenheim announced. He began to slowly walk off screen. And disappeared about 20 seconds later. Mustang followed, and then for the next hour, all they did was walk around, pointing the camera at 'landmarks', explaining their findings on the moon, explaining their findings on Mars, stating facts about the moon...

Pretty boring. To Alphonse, anyway. The audience looked pretty enthralled. Everybody did. But when it came to these facts, Alphonse just didn't care. So, still standing beside the podium, Alphonse waited. He added a comment when required, he laughed when required, but his mind was somewhere else. To what he was going to do after the video, after the ball. When he could go home and chat to his friend Winry on the Internet, and tell her how bored he was. That'd be fun.

For a moment, Alphonse drifted back to reality. Breda and Havoc were arguing with each other over something. Mustang was yelling at Hughes. Hughes was laughing. Hohenheim was talking to the camera. Riza was quiet, as always. Falman and Kain were murmuring to each other. Still nothing interesting. But then suddenly there was a loud yelp of surprise from Riza. The camera whirled to point at her. She was pointing at the sky, her eyes wide with shock. She kept yelling " Look! ". Instantly the camera followed her finger up to the starry sky. And the large object falling from it. Everyone was silent as this large, egg-shaped, pointy-winged, black, metal thing plummeted from the sky. No flames trailed from it, or at least nothing that suggested such. No damage, as far as one could guess having never seen it before. It just fell.

Actually, it almost looked like it was moving on it's own accord to the ground.

Alphonse watched it.. fall? Fly? Whatever it was doing, it quickly smashed into the ground, the crunching of metal and shattering of glass heard by even Alphonse. The camera shook on the impact, suggesting it caused the ground to shudder.

Pause.

" AAAALIEEEEN! " Fuery panicked, suddenly spinning in circles before grabbing and attempting to shake Falman.

" Calm down! " Falman pleaded weakly, still shocked.

" What in Amestris was that " Mustang yelled, swinging the camera around and aiming it at Hohenheim.

" No better way to find out than to investigate! " He stated. " Let's go! " He began moving as quickly as possible towards the sight. Unfortunately on the low-gravity moon, that wasn't very fast. " You folks are incredibly fortunate! " He huffed, not turning towards the camera. " What you've seen just now is a once-in-a-lifetime event! We have seen an unidentifiable metal object crash into our moon, heck knows what it is! "

Everybody was murmuring to each other. Alphonse's mother stared wide-eyed. Alphonse was stunned. Was his father about to encounter alien life? Or was this something simple, like an old satellite thrown out of orbit?

They didn't reach the crash sight for another ten minutes. Then it took another three for Hohenheim and Mustang to reach the object, which was now severely damaged. The rest of them seemed to fall behind, out of view. The soil around it was scorched, suggesting a possible explosion. There was shards of glass everywhere, and bits of the ship had broken off. There was a large area at what must have been the front where the glass had completely shattered. But just inside was a plate of dark grey metal that covered the gap. A crash precaution? The gap was clearly the viewing window, but maybe the plate of metal came down in the event of a crash to stop whatever's inside from dying of lack of air? Or lacerations from the glass, either would work. Hohenheim inspected the craft carefully, keeping a short distance from it for safety.

" This craft is of no Amestris design. " He concluded. " It's not one of ours, but an alien craft of whatever purpose. " There was a loud gasp from the audience.

" I told you it was an alien! " Fuery sobbed from somewhere behind Mustang.

" What should we do, Sir? " Mustang asked.

" If there was something alive in here, it might still be. " Hohenheim stated. " Though I think, unless it was unconscious or dead, if it was of evil heart it would have already tried to attack us. Otherwise it would have shown itself. "

" Shall I contact the station and tell them to capture the ship? " Riza asked from somewhere to the right.

" Yes. " Hohenheim nodded. " Tell them to put it in the quarantine bay until we get back and inspect it. "

" Yes, sir. " Hawkeye nodded.

Another thirty minutes went by. It was all just getting the ship onto the space station, making sure to collect all the fragments, collecting samples from everything that was touched. Regulation. Hohenheim refused to allow the camera to be turned off. He reckoned this was an excellent example of the sort of work they do. And he didn't want Alphonse and the others to miss a second of this " incredible discovery ", as he put it. Buy eventually they were all back in the space station, helmets off and climbing out of their suits. Then they all practically ran to the quarantine bay.

Naturally, it was a first-name guard that went in first. Though that was the decision of the majority. They had to hold Hohenheim back with three guys to stop him from running in. They reckoned he was too important to spare. But the guard looked like he was about to have a heart attack, slowly walking towards the ship. Once he reached it, he seemed to search for an opening, a door. Soon enough he found an outline in the metal that suggested a door. He pushed it. Pulled it. Pried it. Thumped it. Kicked it.

But it wouldn't open. So, naturally, they sent in Fuery. The youngest and least-knowledgeable, despite being a scientist. He looked like he was about to have a heart attack. He slowly made his way to the ship, and began inspecting it for any possible way to get the door open. Eventually, he started thumping it. Then he started kicking it. Then he and the guard started kicking it.

It was rather funny.

Though, after a few more seconds, there was a loud clang, sending Fuery and the guard across the room in the blink of an eye out of surprise. Suddenly the door just fell off, making a loud clang as it hit the ground.

And a human arm tumbled out.

The knuckles rapped the ground lightly as it hit, limp, extending from the interior of the ship. Blood dripped from it, but it wasn't severed. The blood came from further up the body.

" There's a person in there! " Havoc, Breda and Falman exclaimed simultaneously. Instantly Fuery and the guard dashed back over. They peered into the opening, before Fuery's eyes widened, and he cried out in shock. He quickly looked at Hohenheim.

" Get in here! " He shrieked. " Get in here now! Sir, you have to see this! " Hohenheim, Hughes, and Mustang all dashed towards the door, Mustang still holding the camera. Alphonse watched as they all filed in, moving quickly towards the ship. But as they drew closer, they all managed to get a good view of what was inside. Alphonse could see clearly what was inside.

The arm was attached to a shoulder, which was attached to a body, a body that had a large, gaping wound in it's stomach, causing blood to soak into the black clothing of the person. The person was unconscious, head resting against a metal wall, blood dripping from the mouth.

Alphonse toppled backwards from shock, sitting down on the hard-wood floor, staring wide-eyed. He heard Hohenheim gasp. He heard his mother scream.

The person was short, with a familiar frock of long gold hair, tied back in a plat, the face that was four years older than remembered still framed with long bangs.

Edward.

Brother..!

EDWARD!

But the condition of his brother wasn't the worst part. Clinging to Edward's shoulder was a small, furry, bat-winged creature with large eyes.

And incredibly large teeth.

Chapter 1! I'm not expecting to have any more than 2-3 chapters max. Like I said, it was a dream, but as usual I type in a way that transforms a possibly 5 minute dream into, well, three chapters. But, if it's interesting, then awesome! If not, a little less awesome, but it won't stop me posting the rest! (yay!)

Atleast you get to see another snippet of my cluttered mind. Seriously, that was a dream out of the ordinary! (grins)

Until next chapter!