Hey, here is the next chapter, a little sooner than I had thought I would get it out. Hopefully it doesn't get lost in all the other stories people put up on the weekends. I hope you like it; maybe it will answer a few of your questions, maybe it will add more…

Thank you all for the reviews, to answer the one question I got: no this is not after the movie. It is on a different time line sort of, it follows the manga more closely than the anime too…All will be explained later... maybe... hope you like it!

Divine Judgment

Chapter Four

Wings.

Fullmetal had wings.

This couldn't be happening. Yes, this was all just some bizarre dream, this must all be part of a dream; Alphonse wouldn't dare perform human transmutation, and even if he did it would be even less likely that it would actually work, and it would be downright impossible for that snot-nosed little brat of an alchemist to be an angel.

'I probably just fell asleep while signing some meaningless paperwork. Time to wake up now Mustang!'

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'Come on! If you don't wake up soon Hawkeye will use you for target practice again!'

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'Shit. This can't really be happening, can it?'

A drop of warm liquid on his cheek snapped him out of his panicked thoughts. He tentatively reached up with a shaking hand and rubbed the liquid off his face. He then took a look at what he had wiped off. Blood. It was unmistakably a drop of blood.

'How did that get there? I'm not bleeding am I?' He looked up to see where it could have come from, and rubbed the side of his face where the blood was found to see if there was any more.

He saw that several of the others wore confused expressions and had several drops of blood on them. In fact, he had blood drops on his uniform. It was like a spray. He looked in the direction of where it could have come from and saw Ed, slowly flapping his large, black wings and then carefully stretching them out. The dark wings couldn't extend completely; the room was too small for that. But there was something strange about those wings, they were black but had a dark red tinge to them, and on the floor beneath them, more blood droplets.

'Is the blood coming from his wings?'

"Yeah, that blood is coming from my wings. That always happens when I first bring them out." said the blond noticing his questioning look, "No real harm done, just a little mess on the floor… and maybe the walls." He gave an unconcerned shrug after that, wings falling gracefully to his sides. He then began to look around the room, at the corners mostly, as if looking for something.

"W-what are you looking for?" asked Alphonse, voice sounding a little weak at the beginning.

'No doubt he sounds weak; this whole event has been emotionally draining for him. It's just been one surprise after the other. I'm surprised he is as calm as he appears, I'm shaking like a leaf in the wind…'

"I'm looking for my stuff. Do you know where it could be?" said Ed. He still had a goofy smile on his face.

'Why is he still smiling? It's like he enjoys causing us grief!'

"Oh! You mean your cloths?" exclaimed Alphonse, "We found you in them, their a little weird though… they were all bloody so we had them washed. I'll get the nurse to get them." He then turned and went to the door.

Both he and Mustang realized at about the same time that the door was open and right outside the door was the nurse, with a stunned expression on her face. She was staring with her jaw to the floor at Ed's wings. She had obviously run here to see what was going on when Edward revealed he had wings.

'Well, it's not everyday you see an angel' thought Mustang, feeling a little sorry for the poor woman. Her name was Trisha or something, he remembered going out with her at one point in time but he went out with so many in the past that he was having trouble remembering them all.

Alphonse gave her an apologetic look, "Um, excuse me. Do you think you could bring me his cloths?" he asked, trying to be as polite as possible, he obviously didn't want to scare her anymore. He was met with an amazed look; she opened and closed her mouth as if trying to say something.

"Thank you." Said the boys' alchemy teacher Izumi to the nurse as she reached over and closed the door in her face. "Alright, now before your stuff gets here: let's talk. How much do you remember?"

'Boy, she sure is straightforward… I wouldn't want to get on her bad side… Wait, she hates the military and I'm in the military… Guess I already am on her bad side…'

Ed gave her a blank look at that point. "I have no idea who any of you are. And I don't have any clue how I would know you, what with you being giants and all." He said shrugging again, "But unfortunately, since you all are giants, I have to 'judge' you now. I am really sorry about this, since you guys did apparently take care of me while I was unconscious, but this is the will of the gods' and I have to abide by it…Durathror..." As he said that he reached out in front of him, he moved his hand to the side as if performing some sort of martial art move. The strange thing was; something was forming in the air where his hand had been.

It started out as just a wisp, and then it solidified. It was steel gray and jagged like a lightening bolt at one end, strait in the middle were Ed had grabbed hold of it, and shaped even more like a lightening bolt at the end he was pointing towards them. It was a lance. It was about a foot taller than Edward and it looked really sharp and threatening the way he held it. He had gripped it in the middle with both hands and held chest level with his legs bent, the right one in front of his left. Did he really mean to attack them?!

"Wait! We aren't giants!! We're human!" said Alphonse in terror. Ed gave them all an amazed look at that.

"You're human?! Really? I've never actually seen humans apart from in books before." He exclaimed, standing up straight and pointing the spear at the roof instead of at them. He then looked at them hesitantly, "You don't happen to work for giants do you?"

"No, we have no connections with any giants." Said Hawkeye, she slowly removed her hand from her gun. At least she was prepared if he had come at them, but then that was probably just a reflex and not a conscious act.

"That's good!" said Ed cheerfully, as if he had not just threatened to kill them. The little kid who was here was whimpering softly in the back of the group, Mustang couldn't really blame him. All the people here had come for the sole purpose of seeing Ed, and so far he had forgotten them completely and threatened their lives.

'Is this all a joke to him? He keeps laughing and smiling as if we are his best friends! How could he stand there looking at us laughing when just a second ago he was at our throats?!'

"Hahaha! I was thinking you guys were a bit short for giants anyway!" He took a few steps backwards and sat down on the end of the bed. His spear was leaning beside him and his wings were on each side. Mustang couldn't resist at this point.

"The only reason there was any confusion was because you're so short!" laughed Mustang. At first he was met with a shocked look, it didn't look like he expected them to be as happy as he and able to make jokes. He then laughed at Mustang's comment.

"Who you callin' so short a dwarf would mistake him as one of their own?" he said. He seemed to be trying to keep his voice down; apparently he had heard the soft whimpering of the blond child, what was his name? Fletcher? "Seriously though, for one of the Æsir I'm not that short!"

"Æsir? What's that? I thought you were a Grim Angel?" asked Alphonse. He had moved closer and was now sitting in a chair beside Ed who was sitting on the bed. Ed shifted uncomfortably then.

"It's hard to explain. It might actually be above your heads…" began Ed; he shifted his lance to his right side and then began to lean on it. He then looked Alphonse straight in the eyes. "The Æsir are a type of people who live in Asgard. Most of the gods are Æsir, so are most of their servants."

"Asgard?" asked Al, "Where's that?"

Ed sighed, "You guys don't know anything do you?" He groaned at that.

There was a sharp knock at the door then, snapping Ed out of his self-pity and the others out of their awkward silence.