Disclaimer:I don't own FMA

Genre: Drama, Adventure, Post-Apocalyptic

Author's Note:The reviewers hath spoken my OC shall make his appearance in one or two chapters until then enjoy

The blond teen standing in front of Roy looked quite unaffected by his outburst, "I'll be as polite about this as I can be under the circumstances," the teen said "...Fuck off."

Roy stared at the boy in front of him for a moment, where did a thirteen year old learn language like that? Actually no wait he wasn't thinking straight where did a thirteen year old get a machine pistol? He ignored those pesky questions and settled for "Look I need help, my friend-"

"I don't care!" The kid snarled "Just get out!"

"She's dying," Roy screamed.

The teen's previously angry face went blank he blinked for a moment, this time startled by Roy's outburst. "Fine," he said grudgingly "don't come in yet!" he snapped as Roy moved towards the door "Put all your weapons on the floor and push them towards me."

Roy hesitated a moment loath to part with his guns, then he dumped his AK-47 Riza's MP5 a pair of handguns and a pair of knives on the floor of the house and kicked them in the kid's direction, he glared at the kid expecting a smug grin that he had gotten adult to do what he wanted, instead all he saw was a look of vague consideration.

"Alright" the kid said "go in the next room put your friend on the couch and don't do anything stupid."

Roy grinned slightly thinking of the number of terrorists he had said something similar to, "don't worry," he replied "doing stupid things is something I try not to make a habit of."

They walked through the entryway into what must be the living room Roy lay Riza gently on the couch in front of a crackling fire, the teen he had been talking with in the meantime walked over to a staircase on the other side of the room, "Winry" he called up "they're safe you can come down, bring your kit one needs medical attention!"

Roy stared bemused as a blond girl stomped down the stairs "I can take care of myself Ed!" she shouted angrily "I do not need some idiotic gunman with an overblown ego to protect me!"

The kid who Roy decided must be called Ed simply stood out of her way muttering "Yeah yeah" though he looked as though he was getting ready to duck.

Winry walked over to where Riza was lying and began to work she glanced back over towards Roy and Ed "Will you two go do something useful" she snapped "like shoving your heads up your asses!!"

Ed looked over at Roy "Let's go whats-your-face before she throws something sharp at us."

Roy followed Ed into the kitchen something had been nagging at him ever since he first saw this kid "You look familiar" he said "your last name wouldn't happen to be Elric would it?"

Ed immediately turned around glaring suspiciously "How did you know? because I know for sure I've never seen you in my life."

Roy shrugged "You look like Hohenheim Elric, he was my first CO in Special Ops."

"Figures it would be that bastard," Ed muttered "the old days were all my father would ever talk about after he got back... at least while he was actually here" he finished bitterly.

Roy looked up in surprise "What you mean he just left, I knew the guy was a pompous asshole but I didn't think he would leave his family."

Ed grinned slightly "So you saw he was an asshole huh? Well that's just about all there was to him after he left Special Ops eight years ago he was home for about six months before he just walked out, haven't seen or heard from him since."

Roy decided to introduce himself at least to change the subject "Name's Roy Mustang," he said putting out his hand.

Ed hesitated briefly before accepting "Edward Elric, the blond grouch working on your friend is Winry Rockbell and my brother Alphonse is upstairs."

Roy cocked his head "where's your mom?" he asked quietly.

Ed clenched one hand until the knuckles turned white a contrast to his dead calm voice "My mom and Winry's parents worked in Cook County Hospital and... well you know where that went... listen I don't like to ask for favors but I have no choice I'm guessing you and your friend are immune."

Roy nodded "Riza and I are yes."

Ed looked down for a moment before continuing "As are Winry and me but... Alphonse isn't, this house has thick concrete walls so I thought he'd be alright but the concrete just slowed the process, the radiation poisoning is in it's earliest stages so even if he went outside he'd still have about three months."

"What are you asking?" Roy said.

"Are the rumors true? do they have a cure?

Roy nodded "the serum yes, but only in population centers" he paused "there are a few of those left Riza and I are headed to Helena, Montana they ought to have it there, but we can't run errands."

"I'm not asking you to." Ed replied irritably "I'm asking you to take us with you I won't pretend that Al will really be able to help much the poisoning will make him weaker as time goes on but I'm a pretty good shot and I've been camping enough to know what I'm doing out there, plus Winry is a pretty good doctor despite no license."

Roy thought a moment and sighed "Alright but I'm going to warn you, there might be some pretty ugly things out there, things kids shouldn't see."

"I'm not going to let Al see anything he shouldn't" Ed said decisively

"I was talking about you, you're only thirteen you know hardly an adult."

"WHAT!!!!" Ed yelled indignantly "WHO ARE YOU CALLING SHORT YOU MOTHERFUCKER I'M SEVENTEEN!!!"