By: Selim
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Roy x Ed
Summary: Captured by scientist with plans to develop an advanced alchemist society, Edward is forced to face trials that seem out of his world – and he doesn't even know it!
Warnings: MPREG, Yaoi, and other goodies. Notice, italics within Experiment Log is still the story, but an overview of Ed's behavior, both physical and mental.
Thank you: (FF) Zion, Kichi Hisaki, Sadler, Marufu-chan, YaoiFan87, Mikayasha (AFF)Anon, FicFan3484, CassandraD, and Dana
Experiment Log
July 2, 1918 While transferring Experiment B from his holding cell to the doctors lab, he got loose and attacked Experiment A, who was being moved from the labs to his new room. He pried a sedating needle from a doctor and stabbed Experiment A exactly where the uterus is located. While restraining Experiment B, Experiment A was rushed to the operating room and checked for damages. No chemicals were in the uterus and the puncture wound was easily sewn up. Now to work on their mental state. Experiment A is in denial about Product A (the baby). He insists that this is not happening, and that we're mistaking a tumor for a living being. There's no use lying to him now that Doctor James spilled the beans about the experiment. We told Experiment A the truth that he is carrying Experiment B's child. Upon this, the boy has gone into a very reclusive state, not even opening up to Hudson. If he doesn't eat today, we're going to be forcing food in him by tube. Experiment B, on the other hand, has gone into a manic state. He insists that we've created a monster and it needs to be killed. For Product A and Experiment A's protection, Experiment B is to be restrained in the other lab, his doctor switched to Emily Lawson, and he's to be fed a dosage of sedative a day so he can't escape until he becomes of use again.
-Jonathan Gibson, Head Scientist of Experiment A – Advance Alchemist Society
Experiment Log
July 17, 1918 Experiment A has been forced to eat through a tube until today. He's made some agreements with Hudson after a week long talk. These terms are that he may talk with Experiment B and he can send monthly letters to his brother. We have agreed to these terms as well as a few others. There has been no improvement in Experiment B. He still insist that Product A must be destroyed. We are going to leave him under lockdown.
-Jonathan Gibson, Head Scientist of Experiment A – Advance Alchemist Society
Roy tugged on his bindings, unable to break free no matter how much strength he used. So what if he tried killing Edward's 'baby?' Truth be told, he was doing the teen a favor. FullMetal had too many things to worry about without a baby in the picture. Besides, it was Ed. Roy was pushing the limits when he let the blond take care of his human sibling. Truth be told, he wouldn't have let the snot-nosed teen have a potato gun much less a fellow man or woman or child!
"Experiment B, are you ready for your medicine?"
"Humnahth." The colonel lifted his thick tongue in protest as a needle was shoved into his arm and a wave of dizziness followed. "Waarres FuwMepal?" He turned his head. Tell me where is FullMetal! He lowered to gaze. Or so help me…
His new doctor, a young nurse with a rough demeanor, tightened the bindings around his head. "He's under observation." She touched his wrist and began counting. "Pulse normal. Stability regained." She wrote the comment down before taking a seat at a desk across the room. "Would you like to know how Product A is doing?"
Nodding drowsily, Roy watched the woman's face for lies.
"Today, Experiment A ignored another meal so he was put back on a feeding tube. The baby is maturing as necessary. That little act you pulled off last week did cause some internal bleeding, but the baby is safe and sound." Nodding, the woman turned to her paperwork. Laying his head back on the hard pillow in his 'bed,' Roy grumbled as thoughts became liquid.
There was a calendar, over on the wall marking the date. He'd been astonished the first day he witnessed it was mid-July. With how slow things were going, he'd thought years had gone by, not four months since he was captured and brought to this bleak place.
Ed was there three weeks longer, but he doubted the boy was aware just what day it was. Probably, by now, the blonde was tracking the days down as doctors told him about that atrocious growth they'd forced to live. How Frankenstein. Roy's lips quirked. These doctors were creating their very own monster. Would things turn out as grim as it did in the book? He could only hope that this monster would grow up and kill all of them.
In the back of his mind, past all the lucid thoughts, he could hear another woman talking. Hudson? He turned his head to see what was going on. There she was, the firey redhead that was their psychologist. If they weren't in the present situation, Roy was most certain he'd fuck her immediately and perhaps call the next day. She was very attractive.
But not as attractive as Edward Elric. Roy grimaced. Where had that thought come from?
"Roy? Roy, can you hear me?" Hudson was looming near his ear. Gasping for air, Roy turned to face her, to assure her he could hear just fine, but no words could escape his swollen mouth. Was it even swollen? Bitting his tongue, Roy winced as pain surged through him. "Edward is outside. He's agreed to eat if he can talk to you."
Why should he care? Let the brat and his bastard child come in. Roy turned onto his back again, staring blankly at the ceiling. Hudson smiled sincerely before leaving. She returned with Edward, sitting quietly in a wheel chair looking drained and comatose. "Would you like me to stay in here, Edward?"
Could that doll talk? Roy turned his head and opened his mouth to say something sarcastic just to make sure that he wasn't being played. "Thrimpth." Shrimp. He turned back to the wall, glad when Ed's head jerked up with a snap.
"Who are you calling so short he could be mistaken for a crustacean!" As soon as the words left the boy's lips he fell silent again, a small smile on his lips as he touched his belly. Does it hurt? Roy wanted to ask, but his pride swelled up and ordered him not to bother. That was his enemy. "It's okay, Lynn. I'd like it if you stayed in here just in case…"
"Very well, Ed. I'll be over here if you need me." The redhead left to a small corner. Somewhat alone, Roy faced Ed again, clenching his fist. They were so close. He could almost hear the little bastard developing in his subordinate laugh mockingly. You can't kill me! You can't kill me!
Weakly, the blonde's fingers weaved through Roy's tangled bangs. "I'm pregnant with your baby, Mustang." Roy rolled his eyes. He was very aware of this fact. "And I'm going to keep our baby. I know there's no love between us, colonel, but I can't let you or anyone else kill off this life inside of me. I promised Al I wouldn't hurt anyone else, even something as insignificant as our unborn baby. Lynn – that's Doctor Hudon's middle name," Roy nodded in understanding. If he remembered right, her first name was Nina, "told me that as long as I go through with this baby, nothing would happen to anyone else. I'm a test subject. If I succeed, then they're going to take volunteers to make this awesome society full of alchemists, that way no one thinks wrong of people like us."
Like us? Roy blinked the sleep from his eye, trying to move his tongue. There is no 'us' Ed. You've been brain washed. We're just normal people able to perform ancient skills. Anyone with patience can be taught to perform alchemy.
"Lynn let me use her stethoscope. I want you to hear the baby. It's a little hard to pick up the sound, but it's so beautiful." Pulling a stethoscope from his chair, Edward rushed to feel around his belly before putting the earpieces against Roy's ear. "Hear that? That's her heartbeat. Thump, thump, thump." It wasn't as quick as Ed made it out to be, but distantly, Roy could hear it. There was a live baby there. Three months along? Four? Roy wasn't sure, but he wanted to know how this was possible. "My baby girl." Ed purred, wrapping his arms around his waist. Roy felt his hands clench on the bedding.
"Boy." He roughly said.
"Huh?"
"Ba-be boy." Roy pushed out before shutting his eyes. He needed a few second rests. It felt like he was running a marathon.
Ed smiled brightly. "No, I'm pretty sure it's a girl. She'll be as pretty as Winry, I just know it." He touched his belly again. "I promised to be a better mother today. This is my baby and my baby needs me to put food in our systems. I even drank milk today, just to make sure she's born with the strongest bones." Roy grumbled, lying back again. He was starting to feel tired again. "I don't really understand this shit they told me about how we conceive her. They say they put girl parts in me, filled me with female hormones, and then inserted eggs with my DNA into the uterus for it to be fertilized. They weren't expecting it to happen so quickly. Lynn says she's shocked you don't have many babies yet with the way you move."
Roy grumbled and relaxed some. He didn't want to understand the possibilities. He could hear the heartbeat of his child in his ears and his eyes were on Ed's still flat belly, trying to imagine the skinny blonde puffing out like a beach ball. Much less the idea of the blonde popping out a baby.
"I'm sending out another letter to Al today." Edward continued. "I've already decided bits and pieces of what to say. I'm going to tell him that I'm fine and that you're with me, slacking off from work. Then I'm going to mention something about new additions to our small family, but Lynn says I can't tell him I'm pregnant or it'll jeopardize the whole experiment. See, I saw the mice they used to test the experiment. It really works! The babies were really cute and whole. Lynn says our baby will be whole, but that's only if I remain here to be tested and monitored by their trained doctors. If I go back to Central, they'll end up hurting our child because they won't know how to handle anything – especially the birth."
Birth?
"I don't know much about that, but I can't wait to write out Al's letter. Is there anything you want written in there?"
Blinking the sleep from his eyes, Roy thought long and hard before forcing his stiff tongue to move. "Helph." Help us.
Smiling, Ed brought the stethoscope back towards him as Hudson left the wall. "Please don't try killing our baby anymore, Roy. I want you to touch the baby when she starts to move." Roy never responded as sweet sleep finally ceased him.
Experiment Log
July 18, 1918 Hudson has approached me with Experiment A's letter. With a few modifications, it will be sent out tomorrow. On an other note, Experiment B has calmed down significantly after Experiment A talked to him. He is still going to be restrained, but Experiment A is being given visiting rights along with several other rights to roam around. A little bit of sunlight is good for him and the baby. We have established grounds with him though. Experiment A is convinced that he needs us, and I wouldn't have it any other way. As long as his mind is wrapped around this thought, he will behave properly. If only Experiment B was as cooperative.
-Jonathan Gibson, Head Scientist of Experiment A – Advance Alchemist Society