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Last Chapter:

A scream that he found unnervingly familiar filled the harbor.

And Roy Mustang broke into a sprint.

"Edward!"

As Edward fought with the sniper, he couldn't help but inwardly laugh of the situation he found himself in. On a good day, Edward would have been able to take down this opponent with ease. Hell, even on a bad day, he would have been able to win the fight within a reasonable amount of time.

But apparently, today was worse than a bad day. Edward had lost a lot of blood. Worst of all, Edward had lost an arm. Unable to transmute his automail into his signature weapon, he found himself relying on simple hand-to-hand combat.

Occasionally, Edward would stumble, thrown off balance by the fact that his once ridiculously heavy right arm was no longer present at all.

Even so, Edward landed a solid kick to the sniper's chest and he flew backwards, landing hard and skidding to a stop on the rough ground.

Edward laughed.

"What's so funny," the man growled, struggling to stand back up again.

Edward started walking towards the man, "What's funny is that I've got a couple broken ribs, I've lost a decent amount of blood, I'm missing an arm," he took a swing at the man's temple, knocking him unconscious, "and I'm still beating your ass."

Edward scoffed and stood proudly over his limp opponent. His balanced wavered slightly again, and as he steadied himself something caught his eye through the darkness.

In between the buildings, Edward could see the gang-leader - Stephen Gaelman- retreating from the harbour.

"Like hell you're getting away," Edward muttered to himself before chasing after him. The first few steps he staggered slightly, but the anger-fueled-adrenaline kicked in and Edward's exhaustion faded slightly. He looked down at his bandaged wrist and saw that it was nearly completely soaked through.

He grimaced and kept running.

As Edward rounded a building's corner he lost sight of Gaelman. He skidded to a stop as he frantically looked around, searching for any sign of where Gaelman went.

An arm shot out of the shadows behind Edward, wrapping around his wrist as it dug its fingers into his wound.

Edward felt a searing pain shoot up from his arm. Before he could stop himself, Edward let loose a scream the carried through the harbour before his vision went white and he collapsed to the ground.

"Edward!" Roy Mustang cried as he sprinted towards the buildings from where the scream came. Running between the buildings his eyes darted this way and that, hoping to find some sort of clue as to where his subordinate was.

He didn't have to search long.

Mustang rounded a corner and stopped dead in his tracks. Just a few feet away he saw Edward, lying in a crumpled heap on the ground. His golden braid was a mess, his bangs falling across his face, plastered to his forehead with sweat and blood. His automail arm was gone, and his chest rose and fell unevenly, no doubt because of cracked or even broken ribs.

Standing over him was Stephen Gaelman, his arm outstretched, gun in hand, aiming it straight at Edwar'd skull.

"Roy Mustang," Gaelman's voice was unnerving, especially when it pronounced the Colonel's name, "it's a pleasure to finally meet you face to face."

Mustang smiled darkly, "Stephen Gaelman, the pleasure's all mine."

Gaelman cocked the gun, placing his finger carefully over the trigger, "Hand over the files Mustang, no one has to get hurt."

"It's a little late for that, don't you think?" Roy replied, once again grimacing at the poor state Edward was in.

"Just hand over the files," Gaelman demanded once more.

"This whole thing was a set up from the start," Mustang snarled, "You never intended to let either of us live."

Bewildered, Gaelman waved his gun, "I'm sorry, do you not see the revolver I have aimed at your subordinate's head?"

Roy glanced at Edward, still lying limp at Stephen Gaelman's feet.

"Don't worry, I see it," Mustang smirked, "but do you not see the transmutation circle traced at your feet?"

Everything happened so quickly.

Gaelman dropped his gun and looked down at his feet.

Edward's hand activated the transmutation circle he had drawn carefully and quietly.

Roy Mustang ran forward to grab his subordinate.

Blue sparks of transmutation flashed out from under Stephen Gaelman's feet.

The ground under his feet began to cave in.

Mustang grabbed Edward around the waist, pulling him up and away from the ground that was steadily caving in.

When the dust settled, Gaelman was lying unconscious under a pile of rubble, and Edward was lying in Roy's arms.

They stayed that way for a few moments. Exhausted, they both tried to catch their breath as they watched particles of dust settle on the ground.

Roy was the first to speak.

"Are you okay?"

Edward replied in his usual fashion.

"Do I fucking look okay?"

Roy laughed.

"It's not that funny."

Roy stopped laughing, "I know. I think I'm just over tired."

Edward started to sit up, grimacing as the movement put pressure on his ribs, "Are you hurt at all?"

Roy was already on his feet, offering his arm to Edward to help him stand, "Not really." As Edward reached his arm out for help, Roy immediately noticed the blood-soaked bandage tied around Edward's wrist, "Shit, Edward, that's a lot of blood."

Roy pulled Edward to his feet and examined the make-shift bandage, frowning at the obscene amount of blood soaked into the fibers, "Is it soaked already? Damn, that's my second one."

Roy's blood turned cold, "Your second one?" He pulled Edward's arm over his shoulders and wrapped his arm around his waist, "Shit. Shit shit shit."

He started walking quickly towards his car, pulling a barely staggering Edward along with him.

"It's not that bad, I didn't feel too bad fighting that other guy," Ed mumbled at a volume so low it barely registered with Roy.

"You didn't feel too bad because you were running on adrenalin," Roy could see his car in the distance, "Just don't pass out I don't know if I can carry you."

Mustang looked over at his subordinate to see his eyes darting around, never quite focusing on anything in particular. He heard Edward mumble something along the lines of, "I'm fine you bastard," as his eyes began fluttering closed.

"Edward keep your eyes open," Mustang said, "that's a direct order from your commanding officer. Do no pass out."

Mustang looked towards his car again, only five steps away.

Four.

Three.

Two.

Edward's knees gave out and he nearly hits the ground before Roy catches him. Ed's eyes are closed, his breathing coming slower and slower.

"Edward don't you dare pass out on me," Mustang pleads, already thinking the worst.

Quietly, Edward replied with a faint, "Relax Grandpa, I told you I'm fine."

With much struggle, Roy Mustang and Edward Elric finally managed to get back on their feet. Opening the passenger door, Roy slid Edward into the seat, trying not to notice the way Ed's face twisted in pain every time he moved. As soon as Roy had his subordinate securely in place, he rushed around to the driver's side of the car, turning the ignition and flooring the gas pedal as quickly as he could.

Once again, Roy Mustang found himself breaking an obscene amount of traffic laws as he flew through the streets of Central. The hospital was about a dozen blocks away, and at the speed he was going, Roy was sure he could get there in under five minutes.

During the drive, most of the Colonel's gaze was directed at his subordinate.

"Stop staring at me," Edward mumbled, "keep your eyes on the damn road."

"I'm making sure you're alright," The Colonel grumbled as he pressed the gas pedal a little harder.

"I told you I'm fine," Edward replied faintly.

Roy took his eyes off Edward to look at the road once again, "Fine, I'll keep my eyes on the road, but I need you to keep talking."

"There's a first."

"Fullmetal, I'm serious."

"Okay," Edward hesitated, "I'm not sure what to talk about."

Mustang laughed, "There's a first."

Edward, injured and in pain as he was, still managed to find the energy to reach over and lightly punch Roy in the arm.

"Thanks, by the way," Edward said, closing his eyes as he leaned his head back against the chair.

"For what?" Asked Roy, perplexed. After all, it had been Edward who had saved them in the end.

"For not hanging up the phone."

Aaaand that's a wrap! Sorry for the cheesy ending, it's all I seem capable of writing.

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