This story is up for adoption! I still may continue it, but that will be in a long long time if at all, so if anybody wants to do it themselves, please feel welcome to do so!
Set in London, during the London Blitz. Pre-Shamballa, so after Ed sacrifices himself for Al and is back in "our world". Episode of Doctor Who "The Empty Child". You probably will have to have watched it to understand what's going on. Ed POV
The Empty Child
There was a little boy wearing a gas mask in the middle of the London Blitz, calling out for his Mommy.
"Mummy? Are you my Mummy?" he said.
I shivered, and pulled my coat closer to protect me from the rain. Hohenheim was striding ahead to the shelter, paying the boy no heed, but I watched him.
"Hohenheim," I said. "That boy doesn't have a mother anymore..." The war must've stolen her away from him, and now he was the broken thing he was, standing on the street, desperately calling out for his mom. A mother who would never come back. I had felt it too, but because I had been a child who couldn't accept death, I –
I gritted my teeth and turned to the boy. I couldn't let him feel that same pain I had... To make the same mistake.
"Edward! Don't!" My father called from behind me, but it was too late. I had stepped up to the boy. A choking feeling, and then...
Nothing.
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A few days later, I woke up, wondering why I was standing in the middle of a courtyard amongst many other people with similar confused expressions. And then there was a man excitedly chattering to a blonde girl, and a mysterious blue police box behind them.
But the weirdest thing was, I could feel my arm and leg again.