Bonjour mes amies! I watched thefinal episode of Full metal Alchemist Brotherhood today, and then read chapter 108, so this has spoilers for both, as said in the summery. I loved the ending though, it was so sweet, not bittersweet like the first anime (which I still love, don't get me wrong) and just made me happy. We got a good closure on pretty much everybody, but it is the job of a fanfic writer to go above and beyond the canon ending and write more. So here it is.

If you like this, let me know, because I'm considering making an entire fan fic that would kind of bud off of this, so if you like it, review.

-Start-Of-Story-

Alphonse Elric knocked on the wooden door, shifting the briefcase in his hand. He had gotten back from the east around a month ago after nearly three years of traveling, and decided to pay a visit to a few of the people he hadn't before he left. Some of the people his brother had visited instead. Mei was back in the hotel. She'd come with him once he had decided to leave, although he wasn't about to complain. He quite enjoyed her company, and the best part was, she was here legally this time.

"Oh my Alphonse, is that you? What brings you here? I heard you had headed east," The older woman at the door asked. Al smiled at her and nodded.

"I had come back about a month ago. I just wanted to stop in, seeing as I was in town. My brother had been the one to talk to you before we both headed out, so I just wanted to see how you've both been since everything happened," Al explained. The old Mrs. Bradley smiled, and gestured for him to enter.

"Well, why don't I make us some tea. We can go out back if you like. I think that's where Selim is," Mrs. Bradley suggested, and Al nodded.

"That sounds great. Want some help with the tea?" Al offered, but the older woman shook her head.

"No, it's fine, you head out back," The young man nodded, and began to go in the direction he assumed led to the backyard.

It was certainly a beautiful yard. It was spring, so all the flowers were a bloom, and everything seemed full of life. Of course he had seen many stunning gardens when in the east, the plants in Xing alone were breath taking, but it didn't make him think any less of the gardens back home.

Al was so caught up in admiring a group of flowers (it was his first time here, after all) he nearly jumped a foot in the air when something brushed up agents his leg.

"Oh! A kitty!" The young man nearly squealed. He had always loved cats. He had decided he was defiantly going to get one once he owned his own home. Bending down, Al started to rub the cat's head. "Now what's your name?" Al asked the black cat playfully, scratching it behind his ear.

"Shadow," Al looked up suddenly, not having expected an answer. At first he didn't see anyone, but once his eyes caught sight of movement, it was easy to distinguish the little boy, hiding behind a bush nearly bursting with bright yellow flowers. Smiling, Al stood up and walked over to the boy, the cat fallowing the entire time, weaving in and out between his legs. The boy backed up a bit. Al's smile widened. The kid couldn't of been any more then five years old.

"Hello there, is this your kitty?" Al asked the child, who nodded, taking a step back. Al frowned slightly, he was usually good with kids. His eyes stopped on a small, reddish circle in the middle of the boy's forehead, and remembered, somewhat sadly, that this wasn't a normal kid. "There, there, I wont hurt you," Al said reassuringly. The child nodded slightly.

"Who're you?" He asked. Al's smile was back again. This kid was innocent now, there was no need to think about how he was in the past.

"My name's Alphonse, but you can call me Al. I take it you're Selim?" Al asked. Selim nodded. Al couldn't help but notice that Selim wouldn't break eye contact with him.

"Where's mommy?" The child asked.

"In the house, making some tea. Now, why don't you come out of that bush," Al said, taking several steps back so that the little boy had room to move out of the flower bed without running into the bushes.

"What's in your purse?" Selim asked. Al blinked a few times. He wasn't carrying a purse, what did he…?

"Oh! You mean my briefcase?" Al asked, patting the large black rectangle. Selim nodded, and Al sat down on the grass, opening the case in front of him. Selim quickly followed suit, and began ruffling through the papers inside once it was open.

"This is just a bit of my research. You see, I'm an alchemist," Al explained, taking a paper away from the child, only for him to grab another. "I just came back from the east, actually. I was studying there," Al told the child, who looked up from the paper in his little hands.

"You mean wike Xing?" Selim asked, and Al nodded.

"Exactly like Xing." Al said happily, and watched and the boy continued to rummage through his things. He probably couldn't read much of it, if any. Not only was it complicated, but much of it was actually in Xingese. Al had become quite fluent in the language during his trip. That didn't seem to stop the boy any, who just kept moving papers aside, stopping every so often to stare at some in particular. In the middle of his searching, though, the little kitty walked into the briefcase, and laid down.

"N-no! No kitty, you can't sleep there," Al tried to get the cat to move on it's own, but it's only response was to close it's eyes. Al looked up at the sound of Selim giggling.

"Shadow likes sleeping on paper," The young boy explained, and Al simply nodded. Well, it couldn't hurt, he would just move the cat when he was going to leave.

"Why are you here?" Selim asked after a few moments of silence. Al looked up from the cat to the boy. It was strange, seeing him so innocent. Who knows how hard it was for Al to try and keep the thoughts of his fight with the boy, only a few years back, away. Back then, he had been anything but innocent. True, he wasn't pure evil. Al had found that out when they had been locked together in the giant earth dome, but he was still, well, devious and sinister.

"I knew your mother years ago, and wanted to visit her," Al explained, trying to keep his smile up. Selim nodded, looking back at his cat.

"Did you know my dad?" Al's head shot towards the boy, unable to keep the shock off his face. Luckily Selim wasn't looking at him, instead he was petting the cat in the briefcase. It gave Al some time to recover. After all, it was simply an innocent question from an innocent child. The Selim Bradley he had fought, the one that tried to kill his brother, was long gone.

"Yes, I knew him," Al said after some time. He was suddenly very aware of Mrs. Bradley's absences. How long could making tea take?

"What was he like?" Selim asked, still not looking up from the cat. Al noticed that he looked a bit sad, like he'd asked this question before, and never got the answer he wanted. Al suddenly realized that that exact scenario probably had happened, and most likely more then once.

"W-well, he was, um… strong, and, uh… funny…" Al stopped when little Selim pulled his knees up to his chest. He was doing exactly what others probably had. Shaking his head, Al sighed. "He was a very devoted man, and fought for what he wanted until the very end. He wasn't perfect, not by a long shot, but none of us are. He was lucky to have you" Selim looked up at him for the first time in a while, and Al can tell he had surprised him.

"Thanks…" The child said, before standing up very suddenly. "C'mon, shadow," the cat's head got up rather lazily, but it followed the little boy into the house none the less. As Selim walked in, his mother had to stand to the side so that he wouldn't run into her and spill the tea.

"Sorry it took so long, the oven has been in need of fixing for a while now," Mrs. Bradley apologized. Al smiled up at the woman, closing his briefcase and standing up off the grass. "Why don't we go sit at the table," Mrs. Bradley suggested, and Al followed, laughing a bit sheepishly.

The two talked about many things for the next hour. He told her about his experiences to the east, and she informed him about some of the news of his home country, as well as what she herself and her son had been up to. Al had to say the old woman was holding up quite well with everything she had been through. Shifting his gaze to the bush covered in yellow flowers, Al sighed.

"He asked about his father," He said hesitantly. Mrs. Bradley nodded.

"He has a lot recently. I think seeing other children with their parents bothers him a bit," The woman confessed.

"He doesn't really have a father figure, does he?" Al asked, then smiled, holding up this briefcase. "He asked what was in my purse," Mrs. Bradley giggled slightly.

"You are right though, he doesn't," She said. Al nodded, then looked up, jumping slightly when he saw the position of the sun.

"Oh shoot! Mei's gonna kill me if I don't get back soon! I'm sorry to run like this," Al apologized, standing up quite suddenly. Mrs. Bradley shook her head and smiled.

"No, no, it's quite fine, and feel free to stop by any time. After all, Selim could use a man in his life," Al smiled and nodded at the woman as he followed her through her house.

"I'll do that, after all, he can't go into work someday and end up calling his briefcase a purse, or tell another guy he likes their makeup or something," Al said, laughing a bit. Mrs. Bradley nodded and turned around once they got at the front door.

"Selim, come say goodbye to Mr. Alphonse!" The older woman called. The two soon heard footsteps, and then saw the child peak around the doorway on the other side of the room.

"G'bye, Mr. Alphonse," Selim said, his cat, Shadow, peeking out sleepily from behind his leg. Al froze for a second, caught up in his memories. The fight where the monster Pride had devoured his own kin, Gluttony. The fight where Mr. Heinkel nearly died. The fight where Kimble did die. Smiling, Al tried to push it all out of his head. It was all long gone.

"Goodbye, Selim. I hope to see you soon," Al said, surprised he was able to keep his voice from shaking. It was hard to believe that monster was really gone. Although Al had said it himself, without his homunculus powers, he was just a regular kid.

"Kay kay," Selim said, and ran from the doorway, his cat following more slowly. Saying farewell to Mrs. Bradley one last time, Al took one last glance at where young Selim had disappeared off to, before turning around and leaving the house. He didn't think it was the last time, though. No, he'd definitely be back. Well, that is if Mei didn't kill him for being late.

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And cut! There you go, first one shot in over two years. Hope you do like it. I just think Selim is the cutest, most evil thing ever. Well, please review.