Dis: I don't own FMA, the person who made it does.

An: Yay! A new story finally eh? I know I've grown quite lazy haven't I? Anyways this is told in frist person aslo its a Time Travel Fic, I hope you all enjoy reading this, Reviews are welcomed.

P.S. : You all get lucky, you get the prolgue and the frist chapter all in one go lol.

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The Same Old Song but a Completely New Dance

Prologue:

"No! You bastard….you were not supposed to die before me…"

No matter how much I screamed, I knew that it would not bring my friends back from the dead and I was not that stupid to try human transmutation again.

With shaky hands, I closed my comrade's eye, the other was still covered by the black eye patch I have come used to seeing on his face.

I felt the tears now running down my face and I made no movement to wipe them, I have lost so much over the years but I vowed no more, no more suffering.

Closing my eyes, I than shivered, it was wintertime and what I was wearing was nothing but rags now, taking a deep breath, I than opened them than started to draw an array in the snow, glancing at my comrade one last time I than smiled faint.

"I'll be seeing you Roy, but than again when you see me…you won't know who I am." I said as I activated the array praying that it would work…that I could change things and avoid this from happening…than my world went black.

Chapter One:

I groaned as I started to wake, it was to bright in my opinion, opening my eyes some I started to look around some from where I was laying on the bed, I could not remember the last time I even laid on a good mattress, when my eyes focus more. I realized that I was laying in a hospital, but not any hospital, the state military hospital.

I wanted to laugh but my throat was raw from crying or screaming, or a combo of both, moving my head I saw a newspaper laying on the bedside table and frowned some at the date, I was too late to save Mr. Hughes, sighing some at least I had enough information to fabricate a fake story with.

Grunting, I than rolled over onto my right side ignoring the pull of medical tape on my arm, after getting comfy or at lest somewhat comfy, I wiggled all ten toes and fingers, at least the gate had been nice enough to let me keep my flesh arm and leg.

Being so lost in my thoughts, I never noticed that the door open and someone walk in was the sound of someone clearing their throat, male by the tone it startled me causing me to look up to see who was there, as I did, I came face to face with none other than Roy Mustang.

Gasping some, perhaps from being startled or just because I couldn't believed that the array actuality worked, I wanted to jump up out of the bed and hug Roy for no reason but lucky for the both of us, I was hurting to much to do so.

Roy's POV:

I was depressed, everyone knew that, first with Maes's death than with both Elric brothers disappearing without a trace and a few other things, but was puzzling me more was the sudden appearance of a wounded solider just outside the main Headquarters.

A few men had found him after he had stumbled out of alleyway that leads toward Warehouse 13 or more of less, what was left of it after it had exploded right after Hughes' body was found.

Maybe he was one of the lab workers that was thought to be dead? I thought to myself as I than opened the door to the man's room, the nurse on duty had peeked in through the window and had saw him awake and had notified me like I had asked.

I took a few moments studying the man as he lay on the bed looking at probably nothing since his eyes looked far away lost in his memories. He was on the thin side, long blondish hazel hair fell down over his shoulder some in a tangled braid, and if I had been my guess at one time, the man's hair was a darker hazel blonde that either was bleached from long hours in the sun or perhaps dyed.

Dark hazel gold eyes boarded on black as the man went deeper into his thoughts; it was not until I cleared my throat that he looked at him with a shocked gaze, I suddenly felt bad for having startled him, he even gasped out in surprised.

I was not that freighting was I?

No, I was not, so I just went with just having just all of a suddenly startled him, the way he lay on the bed was caused for abit more confusion.

I know most people sleep on their sides, but the way his limbs have been pulled close to him almost in a fetal position, it was as if he was trying to protect himself from something or someone.

Raising my eyebrow some, I than made my way to the plastic bedside chair and held my hands up in a small gesture of peace and that I was not going to harm him and soon sat down, the chair giving a light squeak as I did.

"Hello." I started making sure that I kept my voice calm just incase he was frighten by waking up in a strange place or may not remember who he was or where he was at. "My name is Colonel Roy Mustang; do you know where you are?"

Ed's POV:

Of course, I knew where I was! I was in Central Military hospital, talking to the past self of the man I just saw not only a few moments in my time was killed by a shot through the heart.

Looking Roy in the eyes I just nodded, I did not really trust my voice now, I was still trying to deal with the fact that not only my hair brain of a array worked but the man I'm talking with if I am unable to change things, will be dead in just a few short years.

I was thankful Roy understood my nod and started to talk about how I was found outside the Main Headquarters wounded, as he droned on asking some questions that just required a shake or nod of my head, I felt my eyes starting to grow heavy before they slid close once again.

I must of fallen to sleep because of the pain medicine pumping through my system, however the shift of the covers being draped over me and the sound of military medals jiggleing and the squeak of the chair didn't escape my ears until I finally gave in into the warm darkness of sleep.