Because there are some things you just can't change
A/N: This is just something that came from really nothing and somehow became a story. Rated M for later chapters. It starts out with humor but will get slightly darker.
Disclaimer: Don't own FMA or it's Charaters.
Prologue:
The windows were open letting in the midday sun and early summer heat. A gentle breeze stirred the snow white curtains. Whispered voices, shuffled feet, clearing of throats, shifting fabric, all were heard by the one lying immobile, helpless, and in agony in more ways than one in the small Central hospital bed. The pain was indescribable and no matter how much medication given, it still ached and burned.
Some one approached finally, finally to say something in this terror and degradation that was left of the maimed scarred body. "Liezel," The voice was soft and kind, hushed.
Name, not rank, this can't be good. It's over before it really began…someone just kill me…I can't live like this.
"Liezel are you awake?" The voice asked. A hand, a strong gloved hand slipped around hers. She opened her eyes slowly blinking from the brightness of so much sterile white. Blue, black, several other colors from the bars and stripes of the uniform greeted her eyes. Black short hair, a tanned face, a black eye patch, the man smiled a kind smile.
The Fuher, I've never met him before, why…Why is he here now? I'm just a common solider…Why?
Liezel cleared her throat noting that her mouth felt as dry as the desert she'd been in days or was it weeks ago, she wasn't sure how much time had passed in this hell she was living it felt like years.. "Yes sir," she could no more than whisper.
Another hand brushed her dark brown bangs from her face. A gesture of kindness, of care from a man she didn't know, how strange. Still it hurt inside while soothed on the out. "Please don't," she said, voice a little raspier. She couldn't bare to have another touch her, not after what he'd done, she was too afraid.
The Fuher's kind hand left her face as he nodded. "I'm glad you're you made it Major. We were a little concerned for some time." She made no response for she wished she had died, hoped it was still with in the plan of the gods, and it would be soon.
"There's been talk about what to do with you once you're back on your feet. We can discharge you with full honors if you want, or you can stay."
Stay…as what? This, a walking monster, the one who couldn't stop him, the sister of a murdering, insane bastard who'd betrayed the very one's he served? There would be no trust for me, no one would believe me, trust me, rely on me, and always second guess her. What kind of life is that?
As if reading her thoughts the Fuher smiled. "It will be difficult for you if you choose to stay, but it can be done. I've been in deep deliberations with those I can trust the most and we've come to the conclusion that you're far too valuable to the military to lose. So to make things a little easier we can give you a new identity, a new life per se, if you're willing to take that option. It will mean many changes for you, back ground, appearance ect…You can help with the decisions of course since you'll have to conform to this new life completely."
A new life…starting over…become someone else, someone I choose to be…I get to choose…They still find value in my life? As what? A person…No a solider, a fighting machine with alchemic talents, a dog. At least I'm worth something to someone.
"I'll come back tomorrow afternoon and you can let me know your answer then." He squeezed her hand warmly before leaving.
Through the night Liezel thought, there wasn't much else too do. The pain through out her torn body made it impossible to sleep. The doctors told her the heat she was feeling was from the summer temperatures, that her fever was under control, but she hated it none the less.
The morning came bringing signing birds outside her window and the doctor. "I want to sit up." She said softly.
The doctor looked at her with a frown. "I don't think that's-
"Please," She asked. She'd beg if she had too.
The man sighed. "Okay Major, not too much though. Just keep as still as possible."
She gave him a smile. "It's not like I'm going to get up and dance around doc."
He nodded with a grin. "I see you're feeling a little better. Want to try and eat something while you're at it?"
"Sure,"
Finally sleep came after lunch but it didn't last long with the Fuher's arrival. Every person entering and exiting her room roused her with just the sound, so it was easy for her to wake. "You can sleep longer if you want. I'll wait."
"No, I have made my decision. I'd like to stay sir. I don't have anywhere else to go, the military is the only family I have left, but before I agree to anything else tell me…Did someone stop him?"
The Fuher left the doorway and came beside her. "Yes, another alchemist, Major Roy Mustang."
Liezel closed her eyes committing that name to memory. Someday she'd have to thank him for that. Despite hating her brother, loving him still in some confusing crisscrossing pattern, she'd not wanted him to die alone out in that hot desert for the sand and sun to strip his bones.
"What's going to happen to him?" she asked.
"Trial when he's brought back to Central, but he will be executed. I hope you understand that is inevitable. He committed treason-"
"No I understand, you don't need to explain, but could someone pass a message to him for me?" she interrupted. "It's nothing big, just a few words."
"I can do that." The Fuher replied.
"Just tell him that…" It was hard to say after everything, but she knew in her heart that it was true. "Just tell him he's still my big brother and I still love him." That confession brought the tears, but she fought them with a passion she didn't know she had left.
"Done,"
Liezel shuddered a sigh, wincing from the slight movement of it. "Okay I think I'm ready to start over. Just tell me what I need to do."