NOOOO! I started another story! All of you that read my other fics, I'm sorry that I haven't updated them in awhile, I kinda lost the files for all my DP fics in my computer somehow... I'll find them, I swear! So don't kill me!

Now this story is my first FMA fic, there will be more now that I am completely obsessed with it. But yeah. Its from the original 2003 anime (NOT Brotherhood) and is set in that iffy time between when Ed is twelve and when he's fifteen and Al is eleven and when he's fourteen (technically its his soul thats aging and not his body but you get the point) ... they don't exactly show that time period... this happened before Lior and Father Cornello okay, that I can tell you for sure! I don't think Scar is gonna make an appearence either, oh, and Nina's already gone, since Ed is like thirteen and a half in my fic.

So now, without further ado, my first attempt to write in the FMA world! (Again, no one kill me!)

Disclaimer: *grabs Philosopher's Stone* YES! Now I can finally own Fullmetal Alchemist! MWAHAHAAAA! *Ed walks in, grabs stone, smacks me, and leaves* Owwwwww...

Chapter One

It was cold, so cold. Snow fell from the skies in thick sheets, making it almost impossible to see anything. It blanketed the ground in hard layers, making everything freeze in its tracks and adding an air of peace through the raging storm. Everyone was inside, huddled in the warmth of their homes. The closest people got to the outside was pressing their warm faces against the cold glass and watching the individual snowflakes fall down to earth like rain. One person however, was outside, his gold eyes blinking furiously against the onslaught of snow. One automail arm and one flesh arm shoved into the pockets of his long red coat, trying to hold it close to him as he pushed onwards. He had long since given up on keeping the crimson hood up, seeing as the wind and ice pelted it backwards each time, so his braided gold hair was nearly white with flakes of snow attached to it and whipping around it. He knew very well that he of all people shouldn't be out in this weather, being as he had an automail leg and an automail arm that could freeze up (literally) at any time. Where ever the metal touched his skin, be it his shoulder or his thigh, pain so cold it burned was shooting through him, making the small teen growl in pain as he struggled to lift the hunk of metal that he called a leg and set it before him. The small alchemist could practically feel the ice crystals growing on the metal, spreading over it and patterning it like they would a window pane. He could also feel something else, something he wanted to not think about… his own blood, seeping from where the ports met flesh, trails of crimson liquid melting the ice on his arm and leg only because he was over-exerting himself, only because he was freezing to death. His teeth chattered horribly as he tried to suck in life sustaining breath, but all he got was a mouth full of inside freezing snow. It pelted down harder, faster, stronger, as if knowing the teen was in pain, as if knowing he was hurting badly.

And then with a sickening metallic crunch, and a spasm of his muscles, the automail leg gave out and died. The alchemist screamed out at the sudden pain, mentally berating himself for showing pain when he never did so before. He fell into the high snow with a thud and a flurry of feather like crystals, grabbing at his leg with both hands as he willed it to move. He pulled up his pant leg to see what had happened. The hunk of metal was – to his horror – frozen solid, ice crystals already forming in the joints as he let it sit immobile. Groaning, the teen pushed with his real leg, trying to get himself to stand even though he was practically buried in the snow.

And then, as if in sequence, his automail arm gave a tremendous jerk, sending him back into the snow as it twisted, the metal shrieked against the metal, sounding like an animal in pain. The poor boy had no control over it as it malfunctioned from all the water and snow. Soon, the arm as well froze and died, in a twisted position like he had been in the middle of raising his hand to wave.

The blond coughed, his gold eyes clouding over as he sunk deeper into the snow which continued to pile up on him. It hurt soooo much. There was no point in hauling himself up now with practically one arm and one leg. Who knew how far he was from the hotel, who knew how far he was from civilization even! Now, that was a bit much, but still. So, the boy lay quiet and immobile in the snow. Pain washed over him, freezing him, so cold it was warm. So warm, the darkness promised warmth, the darkness promised freedom… And so Edward Elric slowly let his eyes slide shut as the snow continued to pour down mercilessly.

Morning, surprisingly it was snow free. Of course there was still snow on the ground, and of course people said that the blizzard would start back up later in the day and not stop for awhile. But still, why not go outside and enjoy the pure spectacle while you can? Those were Roy Mustang's thoughts as he pulled his large black coat on, smiling slightly to himself as he thought of the prospect of melting the snow and sending water roaring down the streets. Struggling against his door, he realized that the snow must have been much higher than he anticipated. Oh well, the Flame Alchemist shrugged, sticking one hand out the door and snapping. Instantly the snow melted to water against the blistering heat that overtook it, allowing a clean – albeit wet – path from his door and down the steps. On the sidewalks however it was still covered in crystals. Stepping quickly, Roy waded into the many feet of snow, calmly with his hands in his pockets so as not to get his special ignition gloves wet.

Until his foot struck something dreadfully hard and he was flung head first into the snow.

Growling, Roy stood back up and brushed the snow away, glaring at the Roy shaped hole now in the snow. Turning around, he spotted what he had tripped over. It seemed to be some sort of deformed rock or branch, being covered in spindly frost patterns. Stalking over to the object, Roy grabbed onto it and had all intension of pulling the rock that had gotten him wet out of the snow and tossing it far far away, at least he did until the rock would not budge. Pulling harder, he grunted slightly. How would his subordinates react when they saw that the great Flame Alchemist could barely pull a rock from snow? Oh, he would not chance it. Making sure to pull extra hard, Roy gave one last mighty heave… and toppled backwards as the huge object popped from the ground with a sickening screech.

Roy almost screeched himself once he saw what he had pulled up, a small automail arm, frozen in a position as if someone was halfway to waving, blood was caked on the area where it was supposed to connect to the port, and Mustang paled to a white that made the snow look grey. He knew whose arm it was.

"FULLMETAL!" Roy screamed, snapping his fingers quickly, he began to melt away the snow, searching for the boy he was sure was buried there. "ANSWER ME!" he continued, knowing very well that Ed would answer if he could, and if he couldn't… well, Roy just wouldn't think of that. "EDWARD!" he called out again, this time using Ed's first name instead of the official 'Fullmetal.'

Finally he found him; the poor boy was sprawled in the snow, nearly everything about him frozen. His skin was a slight blue, his lips a deep purple, and his eyes were shut tight. Roy knew he had to be completely unconscious for him not to feel his arm ripped off, but then again, the arm had to be weak and loose from the beginning for it to have been able to be ripped off without pressing the release button.

"Edward, come on, wake up Fullmetal!" Roy said, grabbing onto the boy and tilting his head upwards. He pressed his head to the boy's small chest, holding his own breath in silence as he searched for the heartbeat he sought out. He hoped, oh he hoped, that Ed wasn't dead! … There! A heartbeat, it beat slow and quiet, barely there at all. But it was there. And now that Roy looked closer, he could see Ed's chest rising and falling slowly as well. But he was still frozen. Frozen solid, bleeding, in pain.

The Flame Alchemist quickly gathered the Fullmetal Alchemist into his arms, and with one last snap, cleared a path for him to be able to rush back into his – warm – home.

The automail arm lay forgotten in the snow.

I'm so EVIL! MWAHHAAHAAA! Though this is a little faster than I wanted, I needed to make the chapter longer. So instead of Ed being found in chapter two I made it chapter one! The chapter is still really short though, I can't seem to write long chapters no matter how much I try... sorry for the shortness! Oh, and for all you phsycos out there, this is not a RoyxEd fic! Its a parental fic, okay! I don't do slash... EVER! So goodbye if you were hoping for that! *blech*