Note: Okay, fist of all I should greet all of you. And warn you… Unfortunately English happens to be my third language and I am still making mistakes. The plot of forbidden science is settled in the time after the anime ended. I Took over some parts of the movie, but the opening of the gate never happened… I also will include my own ideas of how the two worlds are connected.

Warnings: Language. Not only mine, but Edwards as well. I mean we all know him, don't we?

Chapter one: Prolog

Silence! A kingdom for silence! Lately silence became rare. It was frustrating, very much so. Especially if you happen to be a damn genius who happens to have damn genius stuff to do! Tuck! Tuck! Tuck! Edward's brows moved closer together. Another boom sound from the other room. Oh, can't they keep it quiet? It followed a sound that reminded of a dying animal, a slowly, painfully dying animal…Edward tightened the grip around his pencil and forced his genial mind back to work- He really tried to do so. Jiiaahhh… Okay, enough is enough! Furiously he jumped up. He would show these little suckers of new neighbors what it means to disturb the Fullmetal alchemist, hero of the people and saver of the whole damn other world, while said (former) alchemist was finally trying to write down his damn new findings! He crossed the small distance to the door in less than one second and stepped out to the floor. "Hey there!" His fist hit his neighbors door with so much force that it wined in its hinges. He even managed to drown out the noise these little assholes used to call music. "Would you please be so kind and turn of that shit? It is fucking one o'clock in the morning and some people happened to have work they have to finish!"

The door swung open and Dan Adams, one of Edward's lovely new neighbors looked out. "Oh, hey kiddo. What's up?" Edward had to count to ten in order to stop himself from punching his fist into that idiots face. Who was he calling kiddo?

"What's up? You are asking me what's up? What the fuck is up with your mind? Due to you and the shit you dare to call music I can't concentrate!" The idiot holds his hands up „Ähh… no problem, buddy we´ll slow down, kay? No reason to get angry, is it?" Although he could easily spit on the stunning bold head of the boy in front of him Dan knew better than to mess with this boy. He saw him having one of his temper tantrums once, that was enough.

"You gonna be fucking silent, understood?" Dan hurried to nod. "Good…" the death glare on Ed´s face diapered. Satisfied he brushed his loose bangs back, turned on his heels and walked back into his own tiny apartment. He should have had a little talk to these bastards much earlier! Ed let himself drop onto his chair once again. Recently he felt more and more tied. He could sleep and wake up with the feeling he run up fucking Mount Everest. His head hurt and he wasn't able to think clear until he force a mass of sugar into his stomach that would cause every dentist in the country to cry. Luckily his teeth seemed to be unaffected until now.

His leg started to hurt, too. But unlike past times he couldn't simply call Winry and let her come fix it. And the mechanics that lived in this world weren't even half as capable as she was. Eds gaze wandered to the picture on his desk. It was a painting. He drew it in the months after he recognized he would have to stick on this side of the gate for a long, long time. He feared to forget the faces of those he loved, so he wanted to draw them down while he still remembered. How stupid I was. E thought. I will never forget them, not matter how much time passes by, and even if it takes ages to go back: I will still recognize them at the first glaze. He smiled, about his own foolishness as well as of the sweet memories he combined with the picture in front of him. Of course it showed Al (the boy he was before that faithful night), but also Winry, the old broomstick (also known as Pikato), even the stupid dog was on there. His whole family. There were plenty of other pictures, too. Some showed these three, some his mother, places he visited, Central, Mustang´s team and other soldiers he made friends with. He barely showed them to anyone. Alfons was the only one who knew all of them.

He wasn't Al, and no one could replace Al, but Ed came to like Alfons for different reasons. He was idealistic, open minded and always spread good mood. He was a great scientist, too. Ed used to live together with him for quite a long time, even after they moved from Germany to England, but three months ago Alfons finally found the guts to ask that girl he met at university for a date. She said yes, and before Ed knew what happened sweet little Alfons moved in with her. Why wasting time, huh?

To save money Ed decided to rent a smaller apartment close to university. It wasn't that nice, only one room plus closed, with worn out furniture and horrible neighbors without any taste in music, but he never wished for more. His head started to arch again, this time more than last time. He gritted his teeth. Under these conditions he would never manage to finish his paperwork propably. But there won't be a smirking bastard who wants to set my ass on fire so it wouldn't be that big of a deal. Yeah, Mustang and his treats were the only one who could force Ed to do his paperwork in time. His new employees would accept everything he hands in, happy to have him. Ed sight, then walked over to his small bed. Shortly he thought about changing his clothes, but his own yawns interrupted these thoughts. He just stepped out of his boots than slid under the thin covers. I really should do something against this tiredness…

Roy Mustang wanted to kill someone. He really did. Or to be more specific: he wanted to kill whoever was responsible for the mess right in front of him. "Havoc!" He barked. "Y-yes, General Mustang Sir?" the older man's face lost every color it usually had. Everyone in Mustangs team knew it wasn't a good thing to make Mustang angry, and right know the flame alchemist was beyond angry, he was pissed-someone would have to suffer, Havoc only hoped it wouldn't be his ass that got burned. "Who is responsible for this?" Mustang's gloved finger tapped on the newspaper. Havoc felt relive wash over him. "Oh, that has to Major Kin Abers" "Sir" he added.

"Major Abers? Who had the brilliant idea to give commando to that idiot while I was absent?"

"That must have been Lieutenant General Foley, Sir" Mustang glanced up as Riza Hawkeye walked into the office. Foley, huh? Yes, it clearly takes an idiot to choose an idiot like Abers. It was common knowledge, at least inside of this office, that Mustang wasn't a fan of the Lieutenant General. He was much older than Mustang, almost sixty, and much less capable. Mustang suspected he got his position due to the marriage of his daughter and the son of one of the late Fuehrer's favorites. He newer actually fought in a war and was the first to back off if things got serious. And Foley wasn't a fan of Mustangs, too. Once he spread the rumor Mustang got his promotion because he threatened to new Fuehrer he would kill him, too. That was, of course, absolutely nonsense, but it got Mustang into a lot of trouble. Maybe I should show him want it really means to fuck with the flame alchemist… a devilish smirk appeared on Mustangs face. His subordinates all made a step backwards. Hawkeye was to only one who didn't. Fullmetal wouldn't have, too. Mustang thought. Recently he thought a lot about his later subordinate. Yes, Fullmetal made him loose his famous self-control more than once, Caused a lot of damage and paperwork and but in times like this a capable, intelligent alchemist like him was dearly needed. Not a dumb cocky one like Abers who barely managed transmutations Roy did when he was still a toddler.

"Okay, Hawkeye would you please invite our dear Major for a little talk? I think we use to have a little talk about his excellent work…" Hawkeye saluted. "On my way, Sir."

Mustang looked back to the other ones. "Great, let's tidy up that mess! Havoc? Go and organize some of those lazy freshmen, they should help to rebuild those buildings. Brenda? I need coffee and some records about the exact damage and a list of the victims. The rest of you makes sure that things will be handled my way again." After shouting an enthusiastic `Yes, Sir´ his stuff hurried to their tasks... What a mess .And Roy Mustang has only been away for three weeks! He had visited a town on the border of the country. Amestris, once again, managed to get involved in conflicts. Mustang was sure they would face a war; sooner or later. He rubbed his palm over his face. Why had there to be that many wars? You should think people where clever enough to learn from the events of the past. Nobody could want a second Ishbal, at least nobody with a working mind…. Without any warning the door fled open and a man walked in. Head held high, confidently steps and a satisfied grin on his face. "Major Abers…" Mustang put on his I-am-so-bored-of-you face. Abers grin faded a little bit. God, how much Roy hated that man. "Do you know why you are here?" Mustangs chin rested on his hand while he read through the faithful News Paper. He didn't even bother to look up.

"I guess so…Sir" He mad attempts to sit down on Mustangs couch, but on glare made him change his mind. Nobody was allowed to sit on that couch, nobody beside mustang himself. But I could swear this Fullmetal brat was allowed to. Abers thought. He didn't know why, but he never really believed in all those fights between the older Elric and his commanding officer. Something seemed to be… odd. Why should Mustang have hired a twelve year old when he hated him that much? "Do you have the purpose to explain yourself or do I have to pull every single piece of information out of your nose? Damn this arrogant bastard, Abers thought. "I got an anonymous tip that terrorist were hiding in these buildings, so I took some men and visited the named houses by myself." Mustang had to silently count to ten to prevent himself from blowing this IDIOT up till only ashes were left over. "An anonymous tip made you do this?" he slammed the newspaper he pretended to read down on the table. State Alchemists destroys a bakery and two other houses! "Do you wanne kid me? Why should a terrorist hide in one of these buildings? That were houses were families live in! You could have questioned the neighbors; you should have searched them. But you shouldn't have blown them up without any warning! You could have killed innocence civilians! There were children in these buildings!" Now Mustang was shouting. Furiously he stud up. "If I could I would fire you and your stupid subordinates for that catastrophe! I would love to see what you would do if someone sets your house on fire while you take a nice bath, too! But, no! You will stay and I have to tidy up the mess you left behind! If you ever dare to come under my eyes again any soon I will guarantee for nothing, understood?" Abers hurried to nod. Yes, he disliked Mustang, very much so, but he had seen the flame alchemist in action for too many times to not take his warning serious. He burned ass wasn't something to joke with. Faster than ever he run out of that office, no hint of his former confidence at all. "Sir? The Fuehrer wants to see you" Mustang looked up. "Thanks Hawkeye, tell him I will be there as fast as possible" This day became from bad to worse.

So, thanks for reading! Hopefully you enjoyed the story so far. I hope it will become one of my best, but I knew I could improve some things, too. If anyone could sacrifice some spare time to be my beta it would be fantastic! And of course I am very grateful about every review I possible get, too, so don't hesitate, if you have something to criticize (Yeah, a commendation would make me very happy, too…)