Title: Her Boy

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist

Pairing: Scar/Lust

Rating: T

Spoilers: ep. 47 specifically, and everything before it

Notes: After seeing the latest episode on Adult Swim, #47, these thoughts screamed out to me.

Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist.

She could see the boy...oh gods, how she wanted him, how she missed him. The most bitter loss in her shattered mind, the shards of his bright innocent eyes that made her fall in love with the color of blood; there were even fragments of him as an infant, mewling and soft, and she had choked when Dante just threw that other baby into the air for Hoenheim's exile, for in a flash, it had been him. And there had been fear.

But she should not have feared losing him, because hadn't she already lost the child? Why else slay other youths so ruthlessly, or coldly watch them die when the situation demanded, when the search for the damn Stone called for it? Hadn't there been a seething anger and jealousy to see other children happy and whole, while hers was gone for good?... Worse still, right there with her. Just as broken and lost, with the past buried beneath yet peeking out to mock her, and all she had was the Scarred Man. And now even he was gone, and she just didn't care anymore, she just wanted him back, that was it, was it really too much to ask?

Carelessly she marvels at how random her train of thought has become now that she's dying, the poor, wretched little child acting all triumphant above her, but he is still her equal, still another broken toy like her.

...Would she be with the boy now? Can she go to him now? She wants to go to him, so badly, so badly... Can't stay here anymore, no, no can do, no, no, must go, have to now, he's waiting, look at him smile, doesn't think her a monster, no he mustn't, he doesn't, he wouldn't smile at her like that if she were. He loves her, he loves her, he loves her, he loves her; she's coming, she's coming, she's coming to you little boy, no need to wait longer, she's coming, and she'll hold you forever and ever and never let go, never ever again--

Lust smiles as she dies, and Wrath sneers.