So here it is Chapter 1 Rewritten. Not much is different content wise but the writing is better. Hope you enjoy the improved version.

Chapter 1 The Meeting

Ed Pov

Someone told me that writing down my thoughts would help clear my mind. I figured it was a good idea as any to try, but I find myself unable to know where to start. Ok, that's not true. I know exactly where all this began, but putting all my feelings and emotions down on paper for someone to read isn't really my thing. From a story stand point it's counterproductive to put the big plot at the beginning, isn't it? I guess if I really wanted to share my experiences then it should be told the right way, and that starts the day I met him.

Normal Pov

Location: Amestris, Central City, Central Headquarters, second floor, Colonel Mustang's Office

It was for once, that week, a nice day. The sun was shining, a small cooling breeze whistling through the trees. After all the rain that had fallen the past couple days, everything was well watered. The trees and grass, green and healthy. Flowers blooming brightly with all the colors of the rainbow.

'So why do I have to be sitting in a hot, sticky office?' thought one Colonel Roy Mustang.

He sat in his office chair, one hand holding a small battery powered fan, in the other a pen, slowly signing away reports. Roy Mustang is a Colonel in the Amestrian army and state Alchemist. His signature jacket thrown over the back of his chair. Shirt sticking to his body, small beads of sweat dripping down his brow. An unbearable heat permeated his office due to a broken A.C. and one window, damaged, unable to be opened to let in the breeze. It's Friday, a very slow Friday, the day before a promising weekend of more sun.

'What I wouldn't give to be home, cooled off and relaxing on the couch. At least I get out early today,' the Colonel recalled.

Sighing, he continued to sign paper after paper, every once and a while pausing to tap his desk with the pen. Roy would give anything to walk away from the pile of work to stretch his legs, maybe even get an iced coffee to cool off. The added caffeine would help fight off the hot tired feeling that hours of work brought. There was only one thing that kept the ever impressive and intimidating Colonel at his desk. Riza Hawkeye, the ever more impressive and intimidating, others would say out right terrifying, second in command. Roy shivered at the thought. Said woman was, at this moment in the outer office, no doubt wreaking nervous havoc into his subordinates. From time to time she would enter the inner office to bring in more paperwork. Making sure the Colonel did his work, with her handy gun to her temple if necessary.

'Something that anyone familiar with the woman has learned to avoid at all costs. Even if it means suffering this heat and working.' Roy groaned.

Having already dodged a bullet, literally, trying to leave the office for fresh air, Roy continued his paperwork. If only as to not incur the wrath of his lieutenant. But despite her frightening hold over her fellow workers, Roy knew she had a loving personality under that serious exterior. At work she's stern, serious and collected, but out of work she has a more open, loving nature with her family. Roy should know, after all they have been married for a couple years now. Year's before the tying of the knot, day after day he would flirt with her and ask her on dates. Then after all the time of attempted courting, Riza said yes. Short time after they were married. Roy hasn't been happier since. Well, that was true until their son came into the picture. Months of nervous energy, while his wife was more calm and collected than ever. Cravings, weight gain, heartburn, aches and pains, Roy was a wreck, and he wasn't the one who was pregnant. All that leading up to getting to hold his baby boy for the first time, he fell in love for the second time in his life. Their son Alphonse, Al for short, was now an 11 year old honor student in middle school. Alphonse is gifted with extreme intelligence, excelling in all his classes. He has a shy, and quiet attitude in company of others, but with his family, more open and bubbly. Roy is happy with his life, well-paying job, quaint home, good friends and a loving family, doesn't get better than that.

-Ring Ring-

The quiet office suddenly filled with the noise of the telephone. It rang loudly, as if demanding the offices only occupant to pick it up. Roy sighed, put down his fan and pen, and reached to pick up the phone,

"Hello, you've reached Colonel Mustang," he greeted.

"Yes hello, this is Brocks down at the reception desk." The gentleman on the other line replied. "My apologies for any interruptions, but I have a lady and young boy who wish to speak with you."

Roy leaned back in his seat and looked at his desk with a puzzled look. "Did either of them mention the subject in which they wished to discuss with me?"

"The lady says it's an urgent matter and of personal importance. She said it concerns your sister?" Brocks said quietly.

Roy straightened in his seat with surprise. He hadn't seen or heard from his sister in years. Not many people even knew that the Colonel had a sister. For someone to come to him with news about her now was indeed of personal importance. "Very well, please have someone escort them to my office."

"Right away Colonel," Brocks saluted and hung up.

Roy put the phone down, folded his hands and leaned his head on them, with his elbows on the desk. He closed his eyes and breathed a deep breath. Dreading the confrontation that was to take place, he sighed and continued to breathe deeply and calmly, waiting for the knock on his door.

One knock and suddenly his door was opening, Riza walked in. She paused to let two people in behind her that Roy did not recognize. A young woman, most likely in her thirties, with light blond hair, that was up in a ponytail, and soft blue eyes. She wore a white shirt with a light, white jacket and black flowing skirt that goes to her knees. The lady led a young boy about Alphonse's age into the room. He was quite short for his age, with blond hair and blue eyes as well. 'Maybe her son.' Roy thought. He was wearing a black shirt and pants with a red thigh length jacket. As the woman directed the young boy to the couch in the room, Roy noticed the way he quietly followed. He didn't speak and kept his eyes down, looking to the floor. The young lad sat on the couch and immediately buried his head into the folds of his jacket's hood, hands into his pockets. His eyes took a quick look around the room and settled on the window behind Roy. His eyes held a sadness as if they held many horrible memories. Riza offered a chair to the woman and then promptly stood next to Roy. The woman pulled out some paperwork from a briefcase she had been carrying and put them on the desk.

"I want to thank you for taking the time to talk to me," the woman said after a moment. "My name is Sarah Rockwell, it's a pleasure to finally meet you both."

Roy reached over and shook her out stretched hand, Riza in turn. "It's no problem, I'm not too busy at the moment. I'll admit, I'm slightly confused, brocks told me that it concerned my sister, clearly you are not her," he smiled politely.

Sarah smiled sadly and pulled out an envelope from the pile of papers. She slid it across the desk in front of Roy. "It does, there is a lot to discuss." She folded her hands into her lap. "You should read this first, it will clear up most of your questions you may have."

Roy raised a brow and reached for the envelope. Carefully opening it, he looked to Sarah and then Riza before unfolding a large hand written letter. He made a small gasp of surprise as the unmistakable hand writing of his sister stared back at him.

Hello Brother,

I know you must have mixed emotions when receiving a letter from me. I am unsure if you would accept a letter after all this time but I had to write to you and apologize. After our parent's death, as siblings we should have stood by each other, but the pain I felt made me lash out and that was never ok. I never should have said the things I did and I never should have pushed you away. It was not your fault for their death and I shouldn't have made you feel like it was. My deepest regret was the wall that came between us and I should have done more to take it down sooner. Despite all that has happened, I write this letter to you in hopes of reconciliation. You see, I'm dying, at the time I am writing this, my body is weakened with an illness no doctor can cure. By the time you read this I will no doubt be gone. This letter is my last attempt to talk to you, tho I will never hear your reply. I ask only one thing, that you help my son, Edward. After you left all those years ago, I travelled and found my way to Risembool. I managed to make a life for myself there. I became a baker, can you believe it, all those times begging mom to let me cook. I made friends as well, you know me, I was never an outgoing person when we were young, but the Rockbells are great neighbors and we got along greatly. I even met someone who I could have spent my life with. His name is Hoenheim, and when I met him, he was kind, gentle and as good as any man should be. He helped me go through hard times and my depression. It was shortly after my arrival to Risembool that I realized how much I missed you. Our fight fresh in my mind, I was a wreck, I wanted to end it all. I almost did, but Hohenheim helped me through it. We eventually married, I wanted to invite you, but I was convinced you wouldn't want to see me. It was some time later that I become pregnant and had Edward. He means everything to me, me son is my Sun and this is why I'm writing. When I learned of my impending death, I couldn't help but worry what would happen to my Edward. He's a very bright, smart loving child, but he needs a loving family. I heard many things on how you were doing. You become a state alchemist, I always knew you would. You were a natural at alchemy. I also heard that you married and I had hoped you would accept Ed into your family, he is your Nephew. He needs someone to look after him, to love him, be there for him. He's had a hard time already in his short life. I am ashamed to admit that it was my fault. You see, when Ed turned 3 Hohenheim began drinking and he became abusive. I should have kicked him out or stopped him, but I still loved him. I let him beat me, hurt me, if only to stop him from hurting my son. Then when Ed turned 5, something in Hohenheim changed drastically and he went after Edward. Hohenheim, my husband, Ed's own father beat him and I will never be able to forgive myself for letting it happen. Ed lost his right arm and leg and fell into a coma for two months. My husband was sent to jail for life. Ed eventually woke up but the damage was done. Ed now has automail thanks to the Rockbells but his mind was damaged. My bright, intelligent, social butterfly, my Sun was gone. He has mental disabilities that limit his speech and social skills. He's unable to communicate like most people and sometimes loses his motor functions. I fear what will happen to him when I'm gone. Ed needs his family, he won't last if he is sent to an orphanage. Please Roy, brother, please take him into your life. I understand if you want nothing to do with me and my problems, but if not for me than do it for Ed. Do it for your nephew, I know that you'll get to love the boy as I have come to love him. I wished I could have been there to say these things to you in person, but not all things in life go the way you want them to. These tears have taken their toll on me and I wish to finally make up for how much I have hurt you. I hope you can forgive me in time, by then I will see you on the other side.

Love, your younger sister, Trisha.

Roy continued to stare at the letter in his hands, too shocked for words. His eyes were slightly wet, no tears but enough for him to wipe his face. He placed the letter on the desk and wiped his eyes. Roy never hated his sister, sure the last words spoken had hurt but not enough to hate his own sister. The fight they had was a distant memory and he wished he had called or wrote her sooner. His gaze shifted to the young boy on the couch, Edward, his nephew. Now that he had read it, he noticed how Ed's posture portrayed a lack of self-awareness. The blank stare and the way he buried himself in his coat as if to hide from the world. He couldn't even begin to comprehend what Ed was going through. How could he turn away this small child who clearly needed a parent figure in his life.

"I understand there is a lot of things you must be feeling," Sarah finally spoke up. "Trisha was my closest friend and her death affected us all. With Ed, we had to act quickly to find a permanent home for him."

Roy looked to Ms. Rockbell and leaned back in his seat. He sighed, "There is a lot I things to consider, decisions to make and I'll have to talk with my family." He turned to his wife Riza, she nodded.

Sarah smiled sadly. "I understand you need time to come to terms with what's happened. This isn't a decision to be made lightly. I can rearrange a meeting when you've had the time to think it over. Ed will be staying with me, in the meantime-"

Roy quickly sat up straight, determination in his eyes. "You miss understand, I've already decided, I'll take Edward into my family." Little did he know what he was going to have to sacrifice for that choice.

Well there is, what did you think, better? Anyways hope you enjoy, till next chapter.