For those of you who followed me from my other account, this is not Say You Love Me. This is an entirely new fic. I hope you all enjoy it while I decide whether not to finish SYLM.

Disclaimer - I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or the song used in the fic, . They both belong to their Respective owners, Hiromu Arakawa and Anberlin.

This is for you Greedy! Happy Birthday!


"One last glance from a taxi cab
Images scar my mind
Four weeks felt like years
Since your full attention was all mine
The night was young and so were we
Talked about life, God, death, and your family
Didn't want any promises,
Just my undivided honesty, and you said

Oh, o-oh, things are gonna change now for the better
Oh, o-oh, things are gonna change, ohhh, they're gonna change

I am the patron saint of lost causes
A fraction of who I once believed,
Change,
Only a matter of time
Opinions I would try and rewrite
If life had background music playing your song
I've got to be honest, I tried to escape you
But the orchestra plays on, and they sang

Oh, o-oh, things are gonna change now for the better
Oh, o-oh, things are gonna change

Hands, like secrets, are the hardest thing to keep from you
Lines and phrases, like knives, your words can cut me through
Dismantle me down
Repair
You dismantle me, you dismantle me
Give me time to prove
Prove I want the rest of yours
Prelude
Call this a prelude to a lifetime of you
It's not that I hang on every word

I hang myself on what you repeat
It's not that I keep hanging on
I'm never letting go

Hands, like secrets, are the hardest thing to keep from you
Lines and phrases, like knives, your words can cut me through
Dismantle me down
Repair
You dismantle me, you dismantle me

Save me from myself
Save me from myself
Help me save me from myself
Save me from myself

Oh, o-oh, things are gonna change now for the better
Oh, o-oh, things are gonna change

Hands, like secrets, are the hardest thing to keep from you
Lines and phrases, like knives, your words can cut me through
Dismantle me down
Repair
You dismantle me, you dismantle me"

Edward Elric drummed his fingers against his thigh as the music faded out, his eyes closed. When the song had finished, he shifted away from the mic and pulled the bulky black headphones from his head. "We good?"

Cain Fuery flashed him a thumbs up from the other side of the soundproof glass. The door to the recording booth opened and Alphonse Elric skipped in. "That was great Brother."

With a tired smile, Ed allowed his little brother to pull him into a tight hug. "Thanks. I'm glad we're done for today."

"Tired?"

"It's been a long day. Is the CD almost done?" The question was directed at the blond producer, Riza Hawkeye, as she walked into the room.

"We just need two more songs," she responded, smiling softly. "I know you wanted True Faith on the album. Looks like you'll get your wish."

"But that still leaves another song…" Ed muttered, scratching his chin. "And I don't have anything else at the moment."

"The CD's not getting released for a month right?" Al inquired. When Riza nodded, he smiled. "You still have some time to come up with a new song then."

"True, but I'm not looking forward to throwing something together now," Ed sighed.

"Go home Edward. We can start that tomorrow. You've been here all day." Riza rested a hand on Ed's shoulder.

"Are you sure? I hate to just leave now. We could record True Faith tonight…"

"Go home Edward," Riza repeated more firmly, her eyes flashing.

"Yes m'am!" Ed and Al stiffened under the woman's stern gaze and rushed out of the room.

Jean Havoc leaned out of his chair to shout a farewell at the boys. "Great job today, Boss!"

"Thanks Havoc! See you all tomorrow!" Ed called over his shoulder as he made his escape.

Havoc snickered as he looked at his boss as she walked out of the booth, closing the door softly behind her. "Those kids are lucky they work for you. Anyone else would work 'em to death."

"I know," Riza smiled. "I'm glad they're here."

"Same."

"Riza can be scary as hell," Ed laughed as he and his brother walked down the street.

Al nodded emphatically in agreement. "I think she could be a cop or something."

"Yeah. Lock criminals in a room with her, you'd have a confession in thirty seconds."

Al giggled softly. "Mmhmm."

The pair walked in silence for a moment, before the grumbling of their stomachs stopped them short. "I guess we both skipped lunch today."

"You want to get something to eat before we stop home?"

Another grumble. "I think my stomach speaks for itself."

The boys both laughed and continued to walk, this time heading for a restaurant they frequented.

"Ed, Al. Hey you two, long time no see." Marta, the waitress at the Devil's Nest, grinned when she spotted the boys.

"Hey Marta," Ed waved lazily, slipping into one of the wooden chairs at the closest table. Al sat in the other chair, muttering a hello and blushing. "What's the special tonight?"

"Stew," the tattooed woman smiled as she placed two glasses of water on the table. "And there's chocolate pie for dessert."

"I know what I'm having then," Ed declared. "What about you Al?"

"Uh….same…"

"Coming right up. Anything special to drink?"

"Coke for me."

Al paused then whispered, "Sprite."

Marta nodded and turned to fetch their drinks. Ed grinned at his younger brother. "Are you ever gonna ask Marta out, or am I gonna have to do that for you?"

"Brother, don't you dare…" The murderous look Al sent the older boy just made Ed burst out laughing. "Brother! Stop laughing!"

"Is that the Elrics I hear making a racket in my bar?" a deep voice rumbled from behind the younger brother.

"Hey Greed," Ed snickered without looking up.

The dark haired man appraised the boys over his sunglasses, an eyebrow raised. "Something funny Edward?"

"Plenty. Just busting on Al."

Greed smirked, "About one of my employees I assume?"

"And it ain't Dorchette."

Al flushed bright red. "Stop it! Both of you!"

"Are you tormenting Al again Greed?"

"Not at all Marta. Just having a little fun," Greed turned on the heel of his expensive Italian boots. "And now that I've had my fun, I'll go back to counting my money."

"Make sure you're counting my money too," Marta warned as she set down sodas in front of the boys she was serving. Al blushed a deeper shade of scarlet when his fingers accidentally brushed hers as he took the glass from her hand.

"Food will be ready in about five minutes guys."

"Sounds good," Ed grinned.

"Thanks,"

"No problem Al." Marta grinned again, seeming oblivious to the panicked look on the boy's face. She left the table again, calling for Loa to clean up one of the tables

"Seriously Al. You gonna ask her out sometime this century or what?"

"What if she says no Brother?" Al whispered.

Ed shrugged, "Then she says no. It's no biggie either way. But chances are she'll say yes, so I don't know why you're worried."

Al's head snapped up. "Why do you think she'll say yes?"

"Intuition," Ed grinned.

"Be serious Brother."

Ed shrugged. "She smiles at you differently. Like, you know, she means it."

"What do you mean?"

"She smiles at you like you're not just another customer."

Al frowned. "But you're not just a customer for her Ed."

"Know what? I can't explain it. Just go with me on this. Just. Ask. Her. Out." Ed grumbled.

"Ask who out?" Marta asked as she set down two bowls, one in front of each patron.

"Al's too scared to ask the girl he likes out," Ed drawled as he scooped up some stew in his spoon, shoving it into his mouth. He sent Al a meaningful look as he chewed.

"Brother!" Al hissed, turning beat red again.

Ed scooped up another mouthful, "He's afraid she'll turn him down."

Al almost lunged out of his seat; his face was so red that the closest patrons were shooting worried looks at him. "Brother would you shut up?"

Marta just laughed. "Just ask her Al. The worst that she can do is say no."

"Or hate me for thinking of her like that," Al muttered.

Ed shrugged and scooped more stew into his mouth. "Whatever."

Marta smiled softly at Al and laid a hand on his shoulder. "I still think you should just tell her. I don't think anyone could hate you Alphonse Elric. I know I couldn't."

Ed couldn't help but smile as his little brother went pale at her words, his gold eyes wide. 'Told you,' Ed mouthed.

Marta walked away, her attention captured by a customer in need of a beverage refill. Al watched her from the corner of his eye, the flush slowly returning to his cheeks. Ed continued to grin while he ate his dinner.


So Greedy, how do you like it? I really didn't mean for it to become multichaptered, it just happened. The next chapter should be up next week! ILU GREEDY!