Intro: * dusts off clothes and removes cob webs from hair * Hello! It's been a really long time since I've been here... I recently watched FMA 2003 again for nostalgia's sake and got inspired to write for the first time in... years! I hope you enjoy this fic and please tell me if I start going OOC. Also, I've never watched FMA Brotherhood or read the manga, I'm planning too soon but that doesn't affect this fic (hopefully) because I'm basing it on the 2003 anime. Anyway... ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I will only post this once. I do not own FMA or any of it's characters, This is simply a work of fandom.

Prologue

A woman cries out in agony and fear. Salty tears streaked down her face, which was disfigured from the pain. This wasn't supposed to be happening. Not yet. She was supposed to have more time! Last week at her appointment the doctor told her that everything was normal—that everything would be fine. She very much wanted to punch that doctor in the face right now.

"God dammit, Jonathan, drive faster! At this rate we won't make it," the woman exclaims, her voice trembling with worry.

"I'm driving as fast as this piece of shit car will go, Elsie. Please, hold on. We will be there in a couple minutes," Jonathan informs her in a steady tone. He ran a hand through his unruly, dark copper locks and took a shaky breathe. He had to keep calm. Elsie was frantic and if he started to show how scared he was, she would completely break down. 'Fuck! We were supposed to have a few more months...'

His obsidian eyes glanced at the rear view mirror and saw his wife face contorted in pain. Her pale skin almost seemed like it was glowing in the moonlight, her wavy brunette hair cascaded past her shoulders and strands stuck to her cheeks. Tears continued to fall from her sea-green orbs and she was taking ragged, short breaths. Elsie looked up and saw that the terror in her husbands eyes mirrored her own.

"Oh God..." she began sobbing.

"We're here!" Jonathan shouted, relief washing over him as he stopped in front of the emergency entrance of the hospital.

Not wasting any time, Jonathan quickly got out of the car and lifted Elsie into his arms. He jogged through the large, automatic sliding doors, being careful not to jostle the frail woman. As he entered the emergency room the nurses immediately went into action. "Get a cot in here!" the short, older nurse barked at the others, "Take her to the OBGYN ward immediately!"

The older woman, who Jonathan guessed was the head nurse, turned to them, "How far along is she?" she asked him directly, seeing that the woman in his arms was in far too much pain to give a response.

"Six months," he answered gravely.

Her eye brows knit together in concern, "Who is your OBGYN?"

He struggled to pronounce the name, he had never been good at french, "Dr. Beaudet."

Just as he answered two nurses appeared from the hallway wheeling a hospital bed. Jonathan gently placed her on the thin mattress and attempted to follow her and the nurses as they quickly turned down another hallway. "Hold on, sir," the older woman protested and firmly grasped his arm, "We need some information from you so we can get your wife officially checked in, it won't take long," she pointed towards to admittance desk where a receptionist was sitting behind plexiglass, "Wendy here will help you with that and I will work on getting a hold of Dr. Beaudet, okay?"

Jonathan nodded reluctantly and glanced at the clock on the wall behind the receptionist, it read 2:37 am. A few hours ago he and Elsie had been settled on the couch, dipping fruit into a fondue pot full of chocolate, enjoying a relaxing Saturday. They were celebrating because they had finally bought a house to accommodate the new addition to the family. The new addition that was supposed to be arriving three months down the road.

Now, he might be losing his child and the love of his life. Losing the baby would be devastating, but losing Elsie would destroy him. Jonathan resolved to tell the doctor that, if it came down to Elsie or the baby, to save Elsie. They could always make another baby, but Elsie could never be replaced.

Jonathan was frantically pacing in the waiting room, despair etched in his features. He had been in the delivery room holding Elsie's hand when, suddenly, Dr Beaudet announced that the baby had breached and they had to preform an emergency Cesarian. If it wasn't such a high risk due to the baby being premature, Jonathan would have still been allowed to be with Elsie. However, Dr. Beaudet told Jonathan he had to stay in the waiting room—where he had been for over two hours.

Suddenly, the pacing came to a halt. Johnathan doubled over, grasping his head, eyes wild with fear and tears streaming down his face. 'God, please! Don't take Elsie away from me... I can't live without her!' They were high school sweethearts and had been married for ten years. He still loved her just as much—no, more—as he did the day they got married.

Just as he started pacing again, Dr Beaudet came into the waiting room, a grave expression on his face. 'No! No... This can't be happening! Elsie!' Jonathan screamed in his head as Dr. Beaudet walked towards him.

"Mr. Moore, I have some news," the doctor cleared his throat, "your wife made it through surgery... However, your daughter is in critical condition and you will not be able to see her until she has stabilized."

Relief flooded through Jonathan and he grabbed the doctor in a fierce hug, body shaking with his sobs, "E..Elsie... Is okay? Thank God! Thank you... Thank you!"

Dr. Beaudet awkwardly patted the hysterical man on the shoulder. An eye brow was raised and a puzzled expression on his features. Didn't the man want to hear more about his daughter? The doctor cleared his throat again, "Yes, well... Your wife is resting in recovery and will be moved to a private room shortly where you will be able to visit her. Your daughter is in the pediatric ICU ward and you will be updated on her condition frequently. Had you and Mrs. Moore decided on a name?"

Jonathan stopped embracing the man and stared at him blankly, he had been so overwhelmed with worry for his wife he hadn't even registered the news about his child... His daughter. Albeit delayed, fatherly joy and concern washed over him. His eye brows furrowed in thought. "No... We, obviously, weren't expecting the baby to come this early so we haven't decided on a name yet... I will talk to Elsie when I see her," he said, his voice hoarse from crying.

Dr. Beaudet nodded, "Very well, I—" he stopped as a nurse came up to him and whispered something in his ear, "Ah, it appears your wife has been moved to a private room. I will take you there and do an exam on her as well."

Finally getting a hold of his emotions, Johnathan straightened his posture and let a tired smile grace his lips, "Okay. Thank you, doctor. Lead the way."

The two men arrived at Elsie's room and although she was awake, she was quite groggy from the drugs she had been given. She perked up slightly when she saw her husband and reached out her arms toward him. "Jonathan," she said softly as he carefully embraced her, "I can't wait for you to see her. She's beautiful. Our daughter...Aliyah."

Jonathan smiled and kissed his wife's forehead tenderly, "Aliyah... I can't wait to meet her."

Three days had gone by and the new parents were anxiously waiting for permission to see their daughter. Every time a doctor entered their room they were hopeful, however Aliyah's condition had still been too fragile. Elsie let out a exasperated sigh, causing Johnathan to look up from the book he was reading in the chair beside her. He grabbed her hand gently to comfort her. "Elsie, it's going to be alright. She's strong, she will recover soon and we can see her," he told her confidently, "If she's anything like you, we'll be out of here within a week and have our hands full at home."

Elsie laughed, "We don't even have a crib yet—or, anything! The baby shower was supposed to happen next week."

As Jonathan was about to reply, Dr. Beaudet walks in with a solemn look in his eyes. "What is it? How's Aliyah?" Elsie asked nervously.

"Mr. and Mrs. Moore, I'm very sorry... Although her condition seemed to be improving in the past couple days... A few hours ago Aliyah lost brain activity. After much deliberation, I am sorry to inform you but, Aliyah is brain dead," Dr. Beaudet told the couple, his voice full of concern, "the only thing keeping her alive are the machines we have her hooked up to. I'm very sorry Mr. and Mrs. Moore."

Johnathan turned to his wife with tears in his eyes to see her staring blankly at the doctor, like she was looking right through the man. There was no emotion in her eyes and her face was expressionless. "E-Elsie?" he asked tearfully.

"She's not dead..." she whispered.

"Elsie..." Jonathan said cautiously.

Her face contorted in rage and grief as she screamed at him, "She's not dead!"

The room went silent after her outburst, neither man knowing what to say. Hot tears ran down Elsie's pale cheeks and her teeth were clamped together, as if to hold back her screams. Minutes passed before Jonathan broke the silence, "Elsie... Talk to me, please." his tone was soft, pleading. He got no response.

Little did he know, Elsie had already decided to go down a dangerous path. She refused to lose her baby. Aliyah was still breathing and her soul was still there. Her body may be too weak to survive on it's own, but Elsie was going to change that. Elsie was going to fix her.

Prologue end.

A/N: Well that was way longer than I intended it to be. Sorry for the depressing intro but I promise it will get lighter, it's still going to be a dark fic though... but there will be humor too! And I know none of the FMA characters were in the prologue... but don't flame me please ^-^' I will be posting the real first chapter within the next few days if its any consolidation.

On another note, how did you like it so far? I haven't written fan fiction in a longggggg time (I deleted all my previous fics awhile ago btw). Is my writing style okay? Any suggestions for improvement would be helpful :)

Thanks guys, I really hope you enjoy this fic.

R & R