Disclaimer: No Fullmetal Alchemist doesn't belong to me! Sorry I'm in a bad mood, cold weather is evil!

AN: Welcome to the third chapter and I commend you for making it thus far in my confused spewing of words. Have a lovely trip to the realm of dreams. (Warning! Vague series spoiler alert!... Somewhere)

Chapter Three-Enough

Ed wanted things to be normal, even having Al in the armor again seemed better then this but Alphonse said even if he was sick it was better then a life of numbness. Better to know then not. Better to feel pain then nothing at all.

Al had developed a fever overnight but other then that didn't seem to be getting worse then usual. That was something to be thankful for right?

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He had thought his health would stay the same but it had actually been getting better. Now he just seemed to have a cold. Like a healthy person would if they had been stupid enough to be out in the rain in a t-shirt.

He had stumbled out of bed and having only receive the one new outfit went strait out of his room. He was there against his will, like he was going to bother trying to look suitable this early.

Deciding that food was still out of the question he looked for the library. The layout he had made in his mind held true. He curled up with a book he had never heard of. He was not going to question the physics of that.

Odin had entered not long after. Al hadn't heard him come in so he took the time to study his guest. Crinkled clothes and messy hair didn't take away from him.

He wasn't one for calm or silent so he decided he might as well talk to his guest.

"What's your name anyway? That way I won't be saying 'Hey! You!' all the time." He enjoyed seeing the brunette start and shoot to a sitting position.

"How long have you been there?"

"That's not nice, I asked you a question. You don't want to displease me do you?" He leaned casually against the leather chair that was currently occupied. He watched the quick calculation and decision.

"Alphonse." Stated shortly and not exactly detailed. Not that it really mattered. Odin didn't care enough about who Alphonse actually was so much as he was bored and figured it was good to know for conveniences sake.

"Good. Now that you know your place get out of my chair and amuse me."

"What?"

Odin grinned. "Well that expression of yours is amusing but you're still in my chair."

"That's it, I don't care, I'm leaving." Al stormed out of the room. Odin chased after him and grabbed Al. For his attempt he received the scariest glare he'd ever seen and was flipped onto his back, a cloud of dust rose from the carpet. Al was gone before he found his feet again. Who would have thought a scrawny thing like that was that strong?

He snapped his fingers and his butler appeared. "Ready my horse. I'm not about to go running around in the mud. My clothes will get dirty." As an after thought he added "And clean this rug!"

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He couldn't wait to wake up and see his real brother again. People complained about Ed but his brother would never act like this! Odin was a spoiled jerk that thought the world revolved around him.

OK so some people would describe Ed that way but there definitely was a big difference.

He hated to be treated like an object, like when he was the stone.

Even worse then that.

Maybe if he kept walking he would find the edge of this (un)reality and shatter it. But he had made an entire continent and it was surrounded by sea.

He was used to walking, he would keep on and if he had to swim then he would.

Not as rational as normal but what did it matter anymore? Did anything matter? Not him, not here. If he turned left towards the cliff then no one would care.

Oh wait. That wasn't true. Odin would be annoyed by the mess but who knows, maybe it would wake him up.

Alphonse still was far from ready to try anything like that though.

So he didn't alter his path. If he didn't deter then my morning he would find a road. Not much of one but he could follow it. The problem was that it was swarming with bandits and thieves and alchemy didn't exist here. He would have to be careful.

He heard a low growl and froze. Heart beating wildly Thinking of the dangers he had neglected to take into consideration the natural ones. There where wolves here. A flash of silvery fur confirmed his suspicion.

He had no idea what to do. If he ran it would chase him. If he climbed a tree it would out wait him. He slowly backed away to see if it did anything. Maybe it was mad that he was trespassing on its turf.

He saw it readying to leap. He stilled again but to no use it was obvious that it was going to go after him and nothing he did would make a difference.

His mind whorled in circles coming up with nothing. Then it was coming towards him to fast to react. He heard a loud noise that made his ears ring. And another regular one that he knew he should recognize but his mind was blank and he was beginning to see white spots. He squeezed his eyes shut.

He felt something crash into him and pull him up but it wasn't the wolf. He then recognized what he'd heard was hoof beats. Odin had good timing it would seem. In his other hand was a gun. Much bigger then Hawkeye's.

He pieced it all together. Odin had come after him on horse and found him in his predicament. He had shot at the wolf and scooped Al up with one arm. That must have been harder then it sounded.

The problem was that the wolf was still alive.

He clung to his savior not caring about how he had acted before.

"What in hell where you thinking?" Odin scolded. He sighed feeling the boy's continued shaking.

The wolf was following but it was slowed by its wound. After what seemed like forever they broke from the woods. Al watched over Odin's shoulder to make sure they weren't still being followed. By the time they got to the castle he was sure they where safe.

He shouldn't be. Things went too well. He wasn't complaining. Maybe it was a good thing this was a story. If it where real he had the feeling it would have had a far less pleasant ending. Hopefully a quick one.

Odin carefully slid Al from the horse and made sure he had his feet before letting go and dismounting.

Al wouldn't meet his eye. It must be confusing being saved by the person you were mad at.

Al had always been good at forgiving. Now that he was older it was harder but having his life save definitely made up for some things.

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Alphonse sat sulking on the bed. 'Well I was going to forgive him but being locked in here doesn't improve ones mood.'

The lock clicked and the door opened. Odin was careful to lock it again.

"Why am I stuck in here? I said I wouldn't run away again."

"I can't really trust what you say now can I? That isn't the point though. You need to be punished."

"How long will this 'punishment' last?"

Odin stood at the edge of the bed. "Well that depends on you."

"How?" He was getting suspicious.

"I want something and I want it from you." He leaned forward and placed his hands on the mattress on either side of Al, causing Alphonse to have to lean back. He lost his balance and fell. Odin inserted his knee between Al's. "So do you want out?"

"I'm fine in here thank you. What do you think I am exactly?" He had known this would happen but he didn't like it all the same.

"Alright. Then stay in here." The door closed and locked with the most depressing click he'd ever heard..