Guess I'm continuing this. Hope you like.
"Fullmetal, what the hell?"
"I'd heard you were much more eloquent than that, colonel." Trisha sneered a bit, her eyes narrowed on the man.
"Mom, please…" Al said quietly, wringing his hands.
Roy sighed, leaning back in his chair and scrutinizing the brunette woman. He sat on one side of the table and the Elrics sat across from him, Trisha between her two sons glaring daggers at the flame alchemist. As soon as their earlier confrontation had been diffused Ed urged them all to leave, claiming it would be dangerous if Roy was found there. So they had relocated to the nearest safehouse Roy had in his network and there they sat.
"I'm sorry, sweetie," Trisha smiled gently up at Al, patting his arm. "I'm just a little infuriated that your brother's boss nearly killed him."
"It wasn't that bad, it's practically healed already." Ed grumbled, rubbing his back to emphasize the comment.
"Yeah, see, I'm grateful about that and all, Fullmetal, but what the hell? To your apparent healing, to your 'mother' who I last knew was dead, to the fact she's a homunculus, just what the hell?" Roy scowled, meeting Trisha's glare with equal hostility.
Ed grumbled a bit under his breath and then straightened, collecting himself to address his commanding officer.
"Ok. In a nutshell, mom's a human-based homunculus, she gave birth to us so yeah our bodies are kinda weird- well we're not entirely sure about Al's but that's probably the case so I heal fast if it's a really bad wound. And before you try and kill my mom again, technically yeah she's with the other homunculi but not by choice!"
"Explain then." Roy's eyes narrowed on Trisha. "Because the last homunculi I met nearly killed two of my subordinates and even tore up Al, so that's a little suspect."
"Wait- what?" Trisha twitched, seemingly alarmed by the news.
"Oh geez…" Al whispered.
"Lust hurt you!?" she gasped, quickly looking her son over. "Why didn't you tell me?! What happened?! Alphonse, sweetie-!"
"Mom, I'm okay, I'm fine now. Really."
"That little-" Trisha bit her lip and forced herself to take a deep breathe. "Please, explain to me what happened."
"No, first you explain exactly where your loyalties lay," Roy snapped, pulling out his gloves. "Their mother or not, if you're going to turn us over to your master then I can't allow you to walk out of here alive."
"Colonel-!" Al gasped.
Ed got to his feet, slamming his hands on the table.
"Fine, colonel bastard! Just put the gloves away! If you can go two minutes without threatening her, we can explain!"
Roy scanned Edward and then Trisha, letting out a slight huff of irritation before placing his gloves on the table between them.
"Then start talking."
"I don't see why you're entitled to my entire lifestory," Trisha responded equally tersely. "So I won't go into that. What I will tell you is that my involvement with my siblings- the other homunculi- isn't my choice."
She glanced at one son then the other, returning her attention to Roy.
"My service is in exchange for my children's lives."
"In other words, blackmail, hm?" Roy frowned, resting his chin on his knuckles. "So is me getting away going to be an issue?"
"The boys want you alive, right now I'm the only one that knows about what you saw. If it stays that way I don't have a reason to."
"So as far as we're both concerned none of that happened, yes?" Roy cocked an eyebrow.
"Oh, it happened." Trisha scowled, crossing her arms over her torso. "You burned my son, if you think for one second I'm going to forget that then you're-"
"Mom." Ed rubbed his face, suppressing a groan. "You're not going to tell anyone that Mustang found that place and that you fought, right? Just answer that and he'll lay off."
"Oh…well then, yes. In that respect it never happened." She cleared her throat, a somewhat sheepish look on her face. "If you're trying to help my boys then I don't want to get in your way."
"Well I'm glad we've come to that conclusion." Roy said flatly. "You stay out of my way and I'll stay out of yours and we won't have a problem, agreed?"
"As long as you don't threaten my sons. Then yes."
Roy seemed content with that response and visibly relaxed, sitting back in his chair.
"All right. Now that that's done with-"
Trisha stood abruptly, pushing back her chair and heading for the door.
"They're going to be suspicious if I don't show up soon. I'll see you boys later."
"Bye, Mom." Al waved meekly.
"Bye, Mom," Ed mimicked more laxly, not bothering to look at her.
Trisha waved to the both of them with a small smile, shot Roy a warning glare, then slipped out of the house without another breath.
Roy sat there, eying the door and then the toy boys sitting in front of him. Al fidgeted with his fingers and Ed was looking at the wall as if it was a fascinating book, his feet propped up on the table. It seemed like a good minute or two between three or four ticks of the clock before Roy reiterated his first question.
"Fullmetal. What the hell?"
"What, we told you what you needed to know." Ed huffed, slumping down further in his chair and glowering at his boss.
"I thought homunculi were artificial humans, how the hell could one produce offspring? What are you then? When did this happened? Have you known about it the whole time?"
Al sighed and Ed rolled his eyes.
"Okay, fine, colonel bastard. Shut up for a second and I'll go into the details, okay?"