Got this idea a long time ago and wrote it down too. It was supposed to be an M rated fic but after a huge revelation that happened to me I deleted all four chapters and rewrote the whole thing. I'll try to make this one better than the original one though.

Actually thought this up when I was barely awake during my family's trip back from my grandparents. My younger sisters and I were watching FMA in my laptop when 'poof' here it is.

Well hope you guys like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist.


Counterfeit

A young soldier sprinted his way through the chaotic street, mounds of dead rebels and fellow men lay rotting all around being devoured by rats or other scavengers, he ignored them all. His only goal right now is to reach his beloved; to see her beautiful smiling face, her –

BOOM!

"Oh, god . . . no!" he said running ever faster to the source of the explosion.

BOOM!

Debris now too lay scattered on the streets along with the dead, some of it even squishing some of the bodies, and still the young man ignored them all, all his focus now is on the explosion. On his beloved.

He stopped, and looked at the scene before him, a once small beautiful house now lay burning; the house of his beloved now burning.

---

"Oh, shit . . . "

Maes Hughes looked at the gruesome scene in front of him. Books scattered out every where, tables turned and broken, chairs disembodied, and blood smeared everywhere. His' breath shook slightly as looked around for any trace of life, for any trace of Edward Elric. A crimson pile caught his attention and immediately ran to it.

"Ed!" he said, holding up the young man "Ed, wake up!"

Hughes examined the boy, his body was full of scratches and bruises, his forehead revealing a very serious blow, the gash on his back already stopped bleeding but still the puddle of blood under neath the boy worried him, including Ed's bleeding head, the boy was in a seriously bad shape.

"Oh my goodness!"

The librarian stared in horror at what lay in front of her. Her eyes feel upon the Lieutenant Colonel and the bloody boy on his arms.

"What on earth happened here!" she said her voice shaking slightly.

Hughes stood up cradling the unconscious Edward, and without looking at the woman he said: "Call the cops, tell them it's an emergency, hurry!"

The librarian immediately obeyed, she ran as swiftly as she can to the nearest phone, Hughes left with Ed a few moments later, leaving behind him the mess he came in earlier and a small note explaining everything the police and what they have to do. Hughes lay Ed down in the back seat of his car his body was so small that he fit perfectly in the seat, still making sure that Edward was still breathing, he went to the driver's seat and drove as fast as he can to the hospital.

He couldn't believe something like this happened, he promised Alphonse that he would keep an eye on his brother while he was in Resembool. The young man was reluctant at first since he couldn't just leave his older brother behind, but in the end Hughes ensured Al that he would personally check on his brother while he's gone.

"It's okay, Al" Ed even said "I can take care of myself, and besides you need a time off for yourself."

But he didn't expect this to happen.


"The boy lost fair amounts of blood," said the doctor "but be thankful he's far away from any harm, you sent him here just in time."

"Is he going to be okay?" asked Hughes.

"Yes he will, but it's going to take a while for him to completely recover," Hughes breathed a sigh of relief. "But, are you the boy's father?"

"No, I'm a friend of his." Said Hughes.

"Is there anyway I could contact his parents?" asked the doctor.

"Edward doesn't have parents," replied Hughes "his only living relative right now is his younger brother, unfortunately he's not in town right now."

"How about his guardian?"

"Edward Elric is under the military's – more specifically Colonel Roy Mustang's– care, I suggest you should call him."

The doctor didn't even bother asking why the young man was in the military. It was better off not to ask. He adjusted his glasses and continued on speaking. "Due to recent trouble with terrorist attacks, Sir, the hospital's rooms are full, our only suggestion for him is that he should be transferred somewhere else–."

"I could take care of him." Said Hughes "I'm a part of the military myself, I could take care of him for the time being– don't worry! My wife and I could take care of him." he added when the doctor looked at him curiously.

The doctor thought about it for a moment, Hughes could hear him muttering to himself about Ed needing medications, that nurses could visit daily, and if the house would be sanitary enough for the patient.

"Oh don't worry," said Hughes hearing the last part "our house is very clean."

The doctor was silent for a few more seconds then he finally said "I will let you take care of Mr. Elric here since you're his friend, but I will have to inspect your house first and you must let the hospital check on him daily, I'm sure you can handle that."

"I'll try to cope with it."


"Mommy!" said Elicia tugging at her mother's clothes "Daddy's here with someone."

Gracia looked at the windows and saw her husband walking toward the front door, and as her daughter stated, there was a man with him, curious in whom he was she immediately opened the door for the two men.

"Gracia," said Hughes introducing her Ed's doctor "this is Doctor Matthews, he's here because he needs to inspect the house."

"Inspect?" echoed his wife "wh—!"

"Don't be worried madam," reassured Matthews "I'm just here to clarify if this house is suitable enough for my patient, lack of rooms and all, the boy needs his own room."

"Patient?" asked Gracia in a very worried tone "Maes, can you tell me what's—"

"It's a long story Gracia, I'll tell you later," said Hughes cutting Gracia off for the second time.

The doctor started probing around the house, staring from the living room and all through the first floor, returning to the confused couple minutes later; "It seems here that your wife is an excellent house keeper." Matthews said.

"Thank you." Said Gracia awkwardly.

"Now, if you could please let me search the next floor of your house?"

"Be my guest." Said Hughes.

The doctor came back moments later, very content on the house's condition, "I am very impressed." he said "I approve. If you could please come with me one last time we will bring Mr. Elric here from the hospital."

"What do you mean?" asked Gracia "what's wrong with Ed?"

"I'll explain everything later, Gracia" said Hughes "I promise."

Gracia stood in the door way and watched her husband lead the doctor to the car and drive away. Everything that happened moments ago confused her, Edward in the hospital? What happened? Sure, due to Edward's reputation he would get many enemies but; who would hurt him this badly? And why?


Two days later. . .

Documents were piling high in front of Riza Hawkeye, all were assigned to Colonel Mustang but was too slow to work on all of it. She already organized them all from the highest priority to the least competent. That was the way she was; organized and hard working, a great trait desired by every soldier.

She sat there reading through the files that were newly delivered, scanning through it quickly and placing it in the appropriate category, all seem to be about collateral damage from terrorist attacks, and a very interesting case about a murdered man found near the Central Library.

A young soldier entered the office carrying new documents, which Hawkeye immediately ran through in only a few minutes, the last folder on the pile caught her attention, as she scanned through it, it turned out to be a report from Lieutenant Colonel Hughes, concerning the Central Library and –

Hawkeye's carmine eyes widened.

"Oh god . . ."


A/N:

This would have been a rated M fic if I didn't change some 'conditions' on Ed's injuries. But since I promised myself not to write any -ahem- 'inappropriate' fics, I changed it. Anyways comments would be very helpful, and flames would be food for my imaginary friend Tommy the Fireball.

But I hope you people like it.