I don't own FMA or FMAB. Nope, not mine. Tears.

Alec

I was walking around London, in one of the more run-down neighborhoods- I needed some space- when I heard an explosion nearby. I ran towards where the noise had come from, and found a house that had collapsed, and was now on fire. In the middle of the street, a blond kid roughly my age (16) was splayed out on his back, unconscious. I ran over and checked to make sure he was breathing. He was, but his breaths were ragged and strained. Luckily, I could already hear the ambulances coming our way. The kid's side was bleeding pretty badly, and I quickly grabbed my gym shirt from my backpack and pressed it against the wound, slowing the blood slightly. I checked out his injuries while I waited anxiously for the medics. In addition to the gash in his side, his right arm was broken, he had a bump on his head the size of an apple, and he had burns all over him, but mostly on his face and arms. His black shirt and pants were in shreds. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the ambulances arrived and medics jumped out.

"What happened here?" a brown haired, dark-eyed woman asked as two other medics took over the first aid, allowing me to stand from my kneeling position on the ground.

"I don't know. I was nearby and heard the explosion, then came as fast as I could. He was already unconscious when I arrived, so I couldn't get any information about him. I tried to stop the bleeding in his side, but it's serious and he doesn't look very good." I paused for breath, then continued. "His right arm is broken, he has burns on his face and arms, multiple lacerations on various parts of the body, and a concussion."

The woman looked surprised at my detailed evaluation of his injuries, but hey- my parents are doctors. I know this kind of thing. "What's your name, kid?" she asked after a moment.

"Alec Larson. My parents are the head surgeons over at the general hospital."

"Ah, that explains it." Everyone knows my parents- they're the best doctors you can find. She turned to her companions. "Hey, hurry up! That kid needs immediate attention!" Her companions nodded wordlessly as she turned to me. "Hey, do you want to come to the hospital with us? You can see your parents, and we need to ask you a few questions anyway."

I nodded willingly and climbed into the ambulance. I was always glad to see my parents, and I wanted to make sure this kid would be ok. I felt a strange connection to him that I didn't understand. At the hospital, my parents came out to get a cursory look at the kid before taking him back to operate. When they saw him, their eyes widened slightly, and that surprised me- they'd never reacted to anyone before, but maybe it was just seeing me there, and all the blood on this kid. It could easily be me or someone else they cared about. They quickly covered their reactions, though, and took him back so they could operate.

After they finished, I asked if I could wait for the guy I'd found to wake up.

"Sure," Mom said. "He'll be confused, with the concussion, and having someone with him when he wakes up might help him stay calm. When he wakes up, make sure he's okay, then come get me." She waited until I'd agreed to what she'd said, then left the room to help other patients.

Around two hours later, the kid groaned and shifted. He grimaced. "Unngh," he said.

"Hey, you awake?" I asked as he blinked his eyes open slowly. "Woah," I couldn't help saying, as I looked at his eyes. They were the most unusual color I'd ever seen- a bright gold that matched his hair. He turned his head in my direction and frowned. "What's wrong, are you okay?"

"Why can't I see?" He asked, his brow wrinkled in confusion.

Oh, shit. I thought. This could be very bad, and I had to keep him from freaking out. In a calm voice, I told him "You have a concussion. It's probably only temporary, so you shouldn't worry about it right now."

"What happened to me?" He asked.

"I was hoping you could tell me. There was an explosion, and I found you on the street outside a burning house."

"I see," he said, then his face became urgent. "What about Alphonse? Did you find my brother there?" he demanded. I could hear a twinge of desperation in his voice.

"I'm sorry," I told him softly. "I didn't see anyone but you."

Grief flashed across his face and he lowered his head, hiding his sightless eyes beneath his bangs. "Oh," he said quietly. "Where am I now?"

"We brought you to the general hospital."

He frowned and shook his head, raising it again. "No, where am I? Like, the actual place."

"London." He frowned, clearly not recognizing the name of the city. Oh, dear, I thought. This was getting better and better. Now he was both blind and an amnesiac. "Hold on, let me go get my mom. She's the head surgeon here."

"Okay," he said as I left the room.

I found her quickly, and told her about his blindness and memory loss. I led the way back to his room. He heard us and turned his head in our direction. The second Mom saw his eyes, she froze. She quickly covered her reaction, though, moving forward and taking his pulse, blood pressure, and temperature. "I'm Dr. Larson. How do you feel?" She asked with one hand on his face.

He looked confused, like he was having deja-vu or something. "Fine."

"Good. What is your name?"

"Edward, but people call me Ed," he said, still frowning slightly. Mom heard his name and her eyes flashed with something I couldn't identify- confusion? recognition, maybe?

"Do you know where you are, Edward?" She asked, shining a light in his eyes, frowning when there was no reaction to it.

"Uh, the kid I talked to said I'm in London."

"Yes. Can you see anything, dear?"

"Um, no. Nothing."

"Alright. It's probably because of the concussion. You may have some minor nerve damage. Where are your parents, so I can contact them?"

Uncertainty, sadness, and discomfort flashed across Ed's face, the third one lingering longer than the others. "I, uh...they-they're dead." He finally managed to say.

Sorrow suffused my mother's face. "I'm so sorry. Do you need a place to stay?" She saw the uncertainty flash across his face again and quickly reassured him. "Don't worry, we have plenty of room, and Alec could use a friend his age." At this, I flushed, but she gave me one of those looks that said If you say anything at all to dissuade this boy, I will make your life HELL, and I kept my mouth shut.

He still seemed unsure, but Mom was dead set on getting this kid to stay with us. "Don't worry, it'll be fine. You look okay, so we can take you home with us when we leave tonight." She spoke with a tone of finality, then turned to me. "Alec, stay here. Give him a hand if he needs anything, okay?" I nodded as she left.

"That woman is going to give me an ulcer someday," I muttered angrily.

Ed grimaced. "Sorry," he apologized awkwardly."

"Not your fault, man. Not your fault. So anyway, my name is Alec. That was my mom- my dad works here too." The rest of the day passed slowly with him rubbing his eyes wit his left hand -the unbroken one- and trying to see anything other than blackness. When we drove home that night, Ed kept fidgeting , and my parents looked nervous about something. We put him in the spare room, and I helped him change into nightclothes, what with his broken arm and all. I noticed a really nasty scar on his right shoulder, and it looked pretty old.

"Woah, what happened to your shoulder?" I asked, putting a finger on the mark.

"Nothing," he snapped as Ed flinched away and quickly pulled his shirt on, but not before I realized that not only did he have a scar on his shoulder, but all over his torso. He felt his way to his bed and I took the hint and left his room.

In the middle of the night, I heard Ed moaning in pain and fear. What's going on? I wondered, hurrying towards his room in case there was something wrong. I am a doctor's kid, after all.

"ALPHONSE!" In his room, Ed was asleep, writhing in his bed and clutching his leg. I ran over and shook him. He bolted upright and leapt out of bed even as his eyes snapped open. His leg snaked around mine, knocking me down. Before I was even on the floor, his hand was drawn back, ready to attack if he needed to. His eyes were fierce, like he was prepared to fight to the death.

"Woah, hold on! It's just me! You had a bad dream- calm down!" He relaxed, visibly drooping with relief."

"Sorry," he muttered hoarsely as my parents rushed in belatedly.

"Is everything alright?" Dad asked urgently.

"Yeah. Sorry I woke you Mr. Larson. It was just a dream," Ed told my parents as he climbed back into bed.

"Okay. Goodnight." My parents went back to their room. On the way to mine, I heard my parents talking quietly.

"I just can't believe it's him." That was Dad.

"But how could it not be? He looks the same, is named Edward, and don't forget- he apparently knows someone named Alphonse, who he loves a lot. Otherwise he wouldn't have screamed like that."

"It could be a coincidence," Dad said doubtfully.

"I don't think so. It seemed like he recognized my voice in the Hospital earlier."

"But how?"

"I don't know how, honey." Her voice shook. "Do you think we could ever go back?"

"No." Dad's voice was sad but firm. "We have a life herenow. People need us. Besides, the people there think we have been dead for years now. We can't go back."

"I know,' Mom said with resignation. The light clicked off and I returned to my room, wondering what I'd just heard and what on earth it meant. Go back where? My parents never spoke of the time before they'd come to London. They said the past was the past and shouldn't be bothered. But they acted like they knew Edward, and weren't sure what to do about it.

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