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Chapter Two

The last thing Edward remembered was looking at Alfons before something hit him in the side with extreme force. He was crossing the road. Had he been run over? He still had conscious thought though, so he was still alive, right? Of course he was, he had survived far worse than a simple car accident. And to top it off, he would have seen or heard the car, but this didn't totally rule out the possibility.

"Oh God! He's bleeding… Someone get a doctor!" A woman's voice screamed. Why a woman? Hadn't Alfons been there with him? Could she have just been passing by? But even so, why would she say Gate? People on Earth believed in God, and supposedly knew nothing of the gate. There was no chance whatsoever that anyone on Earth besides himself knew of the Gate. Maybe his head collided with the ground hard enough to give him a concussion and this whole Gate thing was his hearing playing tricks with his mind. And then Edward lost consciousness.

An ambulance arrived on the scene only minutes later. While some EMC's loaded Edward onto a gurney and then into the medical vehicle, one doctor went around asking the surrounding people if they knew his identity. "He was just lying there, in the road of all places. I don't know who he is, but looks like he was hit or attacked! Will he be okay?" The woman who was finished speaking looked genuinely concerned. The doctor assured her that the boy would be alright. He had lost some blood, but had already stopped bleeding and would probably only need to monitored overnight, if that. The cause for his state, however, would remain a mystery until he woke up.

Once Edward was loaded into the ambulance, the interviewing doctor hopped into the driver's seat of the ambulance and drove them all back to the hospital as fast as traffic would allow since he wasn't critical. Although, if he was informed that the mystery boy started bleeding again he would make sure to step on the gas and blare the sirens. This never happened, but as they approached the hospital, he made a mental note to make sure Central was called. Maybe they knew who he was. It was rare, but definitely possible. They also needed a name for his chart.

"What's the situation?" One of the nurses asked soon after they pulled up to a fairly large hospital. Central-Civilian Hospital was one of the largest in Central. It had to be as it was one of only 3 in Central that took military personnel as well as civilians.

"He's not critical; I suggest placing him in the recovery ward." The doctor who cared for Edward in the back of the ambulance said. "Have a nurse examine him, just to be safe." The nurse nodded.

"Is that all, Doctor?" She asked, ready to head off at a moment's notice.

"Call Central, maybe someone there knows who he is," The doctor said motioning to Edward. The downside to nursing, as she saw it, was having to take orders, but she turned around anyway and headed back for the nurse's station for the phone. But she had to do this if she wanted the promotion that was up for grabs right now.

The nurse picked up the phone and dialed Central. It rung twice before being picked up. "Central Command Center, how can I help you today?" The voice on the other end sounded cheerful enough, but the nurse could hear the effects of years of smoking in his tone.

"Oh, yes, well we have a no name down here. Can someone come and ID him?"

"We'll send someone down right away. If he is a citizen of Amestris we'll find out who he is."

"Thank you."

"No problem, have a nice day ma'am."

At Central, Jean Havoc hung up the phone. One of his colleagues, Riza Hawkeye, looked at him curiously with her chestnut brown eyes. Her blond hair tied back with her bangs hanging out in such a fashion that gave her just the right sense of unapproachability. "That was the hospital –"

"Which one? There are three here in Central, Havoc."

Jean laughed lightly, leave it to Riza to notice that detail right away. "Central-Civilian, but they have a no name. Someone needs to go down and check it out." Havoc finished, popping a cigarette into his mouth and pulling out a lighter so he could smoke, despite the obvious glare he got from Hawkeye.

"Better go tell the Brigadier General then. As much as I would love for him to finish that paperwork I brought to him earlier, I think he's going to go off the deep end without some fresh air. Shouldn't take long anyway." Hawkeye said, turning back to her paperwork. Jean sighed heavily, slowly picking himself up out of the chair, cigarette hanging out of his mouth. "And put out that cigarette, you need to quit anyway." Jean now turned to face Riza.

"You think I'm gonna quit? You're crazy, woman." Jean laughed heartily. He had been smoking for so long now, it seemed that as soon as he could pick up a lighter was the day he started smoking. It was just a part of who he was. The recently promoted First Lieutenant then started walking to his commanding officers office. As he walked by, Riza's hand twitched slightly. She wanted to grab her gun, point it at him and force his to put out the cancer stick he was inhaling. However, she resisted this urge and allowed his to walk by unharmed and still smoking.

Jean walked past her desk, but unbeknownst to her, he noticed all too easily the twich in her gun hand. He was grateful for her considerable amount of self-control. As he reached the door to the Brigadier General's personal office he knocked before letting himself in. "Hey, Mustang, we got a no name down at Central-Civilian. Your turn to go check it out." Brigadier General Roy Mustang looked up from the paper he had just finished signing, his onyx eyes piercing through anything they looked at. As per usual, his hair was black as the night sky and groomed immaculately.

"Thank you, Havoc. I'll leave immediately." Mustang then stood up, taking his coat off a nearby coat rack that was identical to one he had next to his office door. Jean then took his leave, still breathing in the harmful tobacco smoke, much to Hawkeye's dismay. This was the first no name in a while. It would be a very unconvincing lie if Mustang didn't at least admit he was curious. Although, he was also relieved to get away from that never ending stack of paperwork for a while. Roy then briskly walked out of his office and out of Central Command. He figured he could walk as Central-Civilian happened to only be a few blocks away.

During his walk, as with many before it, Roy began to contemplate how quiet his office had become over the last year. For so long Central had been a very loud place. It had been so full of life, but now it seemed like a ghost town. Yes, there were many people who worked there, but now it just felt empty. As if something was missing. Only a year ago, Central had been like a second home to two very young but talented and passionate alchemists. One had been very loud and often ill tempered, and the other was gentle and kind beyond words. They had been brother, but were so much closer than any family he had known of. They had been the Elric brothers, Edward and Alphonse Elric.

Edward had become a State Alchemist at the tender age of twelve. To date, he was still the youngest to have passed the exam for admittance into the military as a State Alchemist. Alphonse wasn't a State Alchemist, but still had immense talent. At the time, Alphonse was just a soul bonded to a suit of armor, and Edward had been missing his left leg and his right arm. This had been the result of the boys committing the one sin of alchemy: Human Transmutation. Roy couldn't blame them though. They had been so young and thought their mother, Trisha Elric, could be brought back from the dead. Edward had felt so immensely guilty that it drove him to become a State Alchemist in hopes of giving Alphonse his body back. Edward had loved Alphonse more than life itself, but considering he had no reason to love life all that much this was hardly surprising.

The brothers eventually did succeed. Alphonse now had his body back and lived with longtime friends Pinako and Winry Rockbell. And Roy had even received an invitation to Alphonse and Winry's wedding this weekend. Edward had not been so lucky. The price for Alphonse's body had been Edward's life and body. He was now believed to be dead, but Roy knew he had been sent to the other side of the gate. It was a place that lacked alchemy and was recovering from war. Roy understood why Edward had done it, but he couldn't help but wish Edward was still here. The young alchemist was dearly missed by everyone, including Mustang.

As the Brigadier General finally approached the hospital, the automatic doors opened, and shortly after walking through he was bombarded by nurses who were gazing at him like love stricken high school girls. It was amusing, but he was here for a reason. "Who called about the unknown person?" He simply asked the growing crowd of nurses. One stepped forward; she was as preoccupied with his looks as all the others were.

"Uh, right this way, sir." The nurse turned away, leading Roy to the 2nd floor Recovery Ward. She stopped at room 207 and motioned for him to go inside. "I'll be downstairs when you finish, at the nurses' station. Roy nodded, straightened his coat and opened the door. He was not expecting what he saw though for his eyes went wide and he was suddenly overcome by the need to sit down and gather his thoughts. He spotted a chair by the bedside, so he walked over and fell unceremoniously into the seat. Roy looked to his right at the boy lying in the hospital bed. His hair was golden blond, and has face, even in sleep, was sharp with determination. Yet, it seemed almost depressed at the same time. His face had matured some while he was gone. Then Roy turned away. Across the room was a table with a phone on the end. So, he walked over, his body having lost it military stance. His knees were weak with the impossible reality set in front of him.

Roy dialed the number for Hawkeye's desk at Central. The phone rang exactly twice before being answered abruptly by Hawkeye with her strictly business tone of voice. "Hello. This is the office of Brigadier General Mustang, what do you need?" Roy almost laughed at this. Hawkeye was always straight and to the point.

"At ease Colonel, it's only me." His voice must have been a dead giveaway to his emotions, for the next words out of Riza's mouth were asking him what was wrong. "Well, I know exactly who this person is. I don't know how no one recognized him."

There was a moment where the line was silent, Hawkeye was obviously contemplating the possibilities. "Who is it, Sir?"

"It's Edward Elric."

There was a long pause, and Roy was certain there was an astonished look on her face since he could hear Fuery asking her what was going on. "Are you sure? Because if we tell Alphonse and it turns out not to be him, I really don't think he could take that."

"Riza, I've never been surer of anything except for my decision to become Fuhrer. However, I'll wait until he wakes up to be certain."

"Very well sir. Do you want me to file away the paperwork for today in the event you aren't back by the end of the day?" Roy never ceased to be amazed by how much his team looked out for him.

"Thank you, and yes. Don't file it unless I don't return within an hour of closing though." Roy didn't want to delay his work if he didn't need to. A development Hawkeye was grateful for.

"Alright, we'll hopefully see you soon." And the line went dead as Hawkeye hung up.

Roy went to the nurses' station to inform the nurse that the unknown was Edward Elric. He quickly returned to the room to wait for the Fullmetal Alchemist to wake up. He ended up waiting about an hour. Edward's eyes opened slowly, and he blinked a few times to shake some of the sleepiness from his mind. He began to look around, and when he turned to his left he saw Roy Mustang clad in the Amestris Military uniform. The look on Roy's face told Edward that this situation was just as strange to him as it was to Roy.

"Colonel Bastard?" Roy chuckled, now smirking at Edward.

"Actually, that would be Brigadier General Bastard now."

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