Fabulous readers,

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Edward was brought back to his terrible reality just in time see the horizon light up with a horrendous flash. Somewhere off in the distance a shell had blown and some sad human had probably lost his life—just like that, in an instant in the dark. He stared blankly as the darkness once again settled into place. For a moment, there in the settled quiet of the night, he thought that maybe he might have slipped off into a dreamless slumber, or maybe he thought he was dead, sometimes he couldn't be sure. It was all like a hazy dream, both day and night. The sounds of gun fire started by morning light that lasted on until late into the night. There was only a few hours in the darkest hours when the battle field quieted—with only an occasional land mine that signaled the death of some poor sod. Being so used to the sounds of war and death, Edward wasn't sure if he liked the restless peace of nights anymore.

He tore off his helmet and ran his fingers through the sweaty hair that stuck to his scalp. It was hard to focus anymore. He turned around and lay facing the enemy from behind the safety of his dirt pile. He strained his eyes to peer in the mouth of hell on earth. A few miles from where he lay in the thick mud was a deep scar that cut across the land, dividing the battlefield in two. Any man sorry enough to get caught in that desolate, devastated wound might loose his leg or life to land mine, or he might be shot on sight. No man's land was the infamous nickname designated to that festering chunk of space.

The slightest movement within no man's land could set off another war separate from the one over Amestris: a war over sleep, a war over death, a war over fear and devistation. Edward noticed that the longer this pointless battle went on, the more irrational the soldiers became. Maybe that sudden bomb explosion was the sorry result of someone willingly taking his own life; surly it wouldn't have been the first time.

The bomb had awakened many frightened soldiers on both sides of the battlefield. An orchestra of gunfire began to rain across the wounded land as soldiers fired blindly into the darkness. Such were the brutalities of war. It was as unpredictable as it was gruesome. It didn't make any sense; not to Edward at least. He was a man of science and logic, and war was something that his science couldn't explain. The faults and sins of man would always be something that science could never explain.

Dully, Edward looked to his side. Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye lay with her chest against a rock pile as she held her rifle steady. Edward could just make out her silhouette. Occasionally her features would light up as the enemy tossed grenades in their direction. Edward was hardly afraid anymore. He stared at his companion with glazed eyes. Their platoon had been whittled down by enemy fire; all that remained was himself and the lieutenant.

This entire time, Edward had faithfully listened to Riza in hopes that they could help keep each other alive. She was mouthing orders to Edward, her voice muffled by the sudden sounds of battle. He could just make out her directions and nodded. Putting his helmet back on his head, he nestled down into the cold mud and took aim with his rifle.

Another shell exploded near them. The ground groaned as dirt flung into the air. Edward had been dangerously close to having his body ripped in two. He rolled away, coming out of his cover in the mud and rocks. He was exposed on the battlefield. Another grenade detonated near him, illuminating his figure for the whole world to see. He gulped.

Time seemed to have slowed, he could see the different colors of the explosion as the chemicals reacted in the air. He could see the rocks falling; he could feel the gnawing tug on his uniform as Riza pulled him out of the way so that he came crashing down to the ground beside her.

Edward sat on his backside next to his savior who stooped over slowly. Immediately, Edward realized that something had gone terribly wrong. He scrambled on his belly over to Riza and grabbed onto her uniform. She doubled over, a thick, dark liquid oozed from her chest.

"No, no you can't do this" he choked. "There must be something I can do!" Edward stammered as he helped Riza into a lying down position. Warfare was like that; a person could be talking one minute and then gone the next— body blown to bits, legs torn off, chest open and entrails spilling out. Edward was afraid to touch her.

He didn't know any medicinal alchemy, but he did manage to apply pressure to Riza's wound. The night was still once more. The sleep crazed soldiers must have settled down again and drifted off into some terrible dream. Edward lay down next to Riza, she was cold, but still breathing. He used his jacket to make her as comfortable as possible. "It's okay Hawkeye, I'm sure someone will be on their way soon and they'll be able to help us."

Riza smiled. "Edward, I need to tell you something."

"Don't go telling me your life story as if you're about to die," Edward whispered harshly.

"Edward, I'm pregnant," she sobbed.

Edward's eyes widened. "But how could they let-"

"I didn't tell anyone, my job was to protect..."

"To protect who? Well, you sure did a great job at protecting your baby! How could you be so stupid?! You should have told someone. You didn't have to come out here!"

"I wanted to protect him," Riza said.

Edward paused and gathered his thoughts. "It's Mustang's baby isn't it?" he asked as he squeezed Riza's hand.

She nodded, "please Edward, I want you to save my baby. Leave me, but, use your alchemy to save his baby," Riza gasped and coughed harshly. The night went on and for the time being the still winter air was left undisturbed by the sound of gunfire.

"Riza, I can't just chose one or the other, I'm not even sure if I could..."

"If you don't do something, then we both die!"

Edward swallowed. What could he do? If he messed something up, he could kill both of them, but if he did nothing he would lose the both of them. "Damn it," Edward cursed, he searched his brain for some sort of answer; if he did do something, he'd have to do it quick. "Okay, but I'm going to have to draw a transmutation circle on your stomach. Is that all right?" he asked.

Riza smiled as tears ran down her cheeks. "Hurry."

Edward began to draw a transmutation circle there in the trench; it was hardly perfect in the mess of mud and rock, but it would have to do. Quickly, and with shaking hands, Edward yanked on his shirt and lifted it; with the blood on his hands from Riza's wounds, he drew a circle on his abdomen. He repeated this on Riza's own stomach and finally he mustered his strength to picked her up and gently placed her within his catastrophic circle. Edward looked down at Riza in hopes she would change her mind, but she only held onto his hand and smiled up at him, "Thank you," she whispered.

Edward closed his eyes to hide his expression from her. He clapped his hands and brought them down to the cold earth.

The sudden flash of blue light awakened the battlefield once more. The distant booms of shells tethered Edward to his hellish reality. Riza screamed and vomited blood onto the ground; her body writhed in pain as the ghostly light illuminated her figure. Edward stared at her, tears freely streaming down his cheeks now. He was unable to help her; he couldn't even ease her pain. As he stared horrified, his own body felt as though electricity had shot through it. He felt weak. His abdomen cramped, causing him to double over in pain as the blue light dimmed; with panic he looked down to check that his belly was still intact. He touched himself, letting loose a hiss; the flesh was tender and swollen from the procedure.

With whatever strength he could muster, he crawled over to Riza and shook her. "Riza, I think I did it; are you still with me?"

Riza did not move.

Edward checked to see if she was still breathing only to discover that she had passed. The comforting sound of bombs surrounded Edward and masked the sound of his sobs as he hunched over Riza's corpse and sobbed lovingly into the lapels of her uniform jacket.