Chapter 10

And that was how the days went; Ed and Roy were teaching the 5th years and the 7th years the same thing, just a bit faster.

Ed and Roy's students were progressing quickly, the 1st years had already learned all the basic arrays and were getting semi-successful transmutations, they just could not get to re-constructing the matter. And the 5th years could re-construct the matter it was just not what they were trying to get, say they were trying to get a full human doll… they would get a, scary, doll head. And the 7th years could do simple, but successful, transmutations.

The school year was going great… until Halloween that is…

"So Ed, how is every thing going with you and Roy?" Harry asked as they were walking to charms class.

"Fine, were getting along, and I don't know… I think that he still likes me… but I still don't know how I feel." Ed explained. The 4 students had been discussing this since a couple of weeks ago when Hermione couldn't take it any more and spilled her guts to Harry and Ron. They'd seemed really spooked, they kept muttering stuff about giant dogs, and three heads…….or something like that.

They went into the class all very happy and came out fighting.

"The nerve of her, no wonder she has no friends!" Ron shouted, and was shoved by an upset Hermione.

"I think she heard you." Harry replied sarcastically, but worriedly.

Latter that night, the whole school was celebrating All Hollows Eve when the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher came running in with news that would ruin the night.

"T-T-Troll - In the dungeon's - Just thought you'd want to know." He stuttered before fainting dead away.

Panic rose among the students until the head master stood up and sternly commanded,

"Prefects, lead the students back to their houses; Teachers, follow me to the dungeons"

As Ed and Roy were about to leave with the teachers when Ed saw Ron and Harry sneak away from their house.

"Mustang, come on, Harry and Ron aren't going back to there house." Ed said, tugging on Roy's sleeve.

The two ran down the halls where Ed thought the two 11-year-olds went, when they heard a scream and crashes coming from the girl's bathroom.

"Let's go." Roy said, running in the direction of the scream and pulling on his glove.

When they arrived, Hermione was hiding under the sink, Ron was under a pile of wood, and Harry was unconscious.

Ed quickly transmuted his arm into a blade and started to attack the troll.

All Ed did was cut it up, which didn't do much. The troll got annoyed with this, so it crushed Ed into the wall the next time he tried to slice the troll. Roy burnt it to ash when he saw that it had hurt Ed.

"Ed!" Roy shouted, running over to the blond alchemist, who was lying unconscious and bleeding.

Roy picked Ed up bridle stile so as not to aggravate the boy's wounds to bad.

As he was leaving the room, the other teachers arrived.

"Ed and I killed it, Harry is unconscious, Hermione has been scared into the corner, and Ron is under a pile of wood over there." Roy explained, nodding his head in the direction of the rubble and leaving.

When he got back to his and Ed's room, the Flame Alchemist lay Ed down on the bed and went to get a wet rag and the bandages that he'd brought to the school. He then started to nurse Edward's wounds.

Roy ended up falling asleep on the edge of Edward's bed, so it was a little, odd surprise for Ed when he woke up.

"Eh… What happened?" Ed inquired, trying to sit up in his bed but failing and lying back down. Just then, he happened to notice the colonel's head resting on his human arm

"C-colonel?"

Ed stuttered and poked his head.

"Huh?" came the groggy, half asleep reply.

"Mind getting your head of my arm?" Ed asked dryly.

Roy immediately sat up and asked,

"So, how are you feeling?"

"Like shit. What happened?"

"You got beat up by a troll." Roy said mockingly.

"Really?" Ed asked, rubbing his head, which was in just a LITTLE BOT of PURE AGONY!

Roy nodded his head

"Yeah, you're probably going to be covered in bruises, and you have some cuts on your arms and back." He replied.

"What did it do to me?" Ed asked, coming up with a blank spot of memory that unnerved him.

"It hit you with its club and you flew into the wall. I guess that you hit your head pretty hard, to, since you can't remember what happened." Roy said the last part a little after thought-esque.

"Yeah, I guess that's logical." Ed retorted, trying to sit up again.

Helping Ed lean back against the head board, Roy asked Ed what the last thing he remembered was.

"The Hallow's Eve dinner." Ed told the older man.

"Well, then it's not TAHT bad: that was right before we fought the troll." Roy replied.

"Ok then, we shouldn't worry about it. Hey, what time is it?" Ed asked, realizing that it was a weekday and he had classes.

"Umm… it's 9 AM." Roy said, looking at his sliver watch.

"What! I missed some of my classes!" Edward shouted, trying to get up out of bed.

Roy stopped Ed from getting up by putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Edward, relax! I'll tell your teachers that you are going to take time out to heal."

"Okay."

Ed relaxed a bit and asked,

"Could I have something to eat?"

"Heh, Yeah, I'll go get you something from the Great Hall." Roy replied and left.

About a minute after Roy left, Ed decided to take a bath; who knew, maybe it would help his wounds? It surprised Ed on how hard it actually WAS for him to get to the bathroom. But, after about 5 minutes of limping, he got to the bathroom and was ready to take a bath.

20 minutes later, Edward was finished with his bath and limped back to his bed.

Roy returned shortly after that with chicken soup. He had a hard time finding the kitchen since he always got his food in the Great Hall.

"Here, Ed, I got you some soup." Roy said, walking over to Ed.

"Thanks." Ed replied, taking the soup from the Flame Alchemist.

Ed ate the soup. When he was finished he asked,

"Hey have you eaten anything?"

"No, I'm not hungry. Why are your hair and bandages wet?"

"I took a bath. Is that okay?" Ed gave the other man a questioning look, as if asking the Colonel if his mind was in tact.

"Yeah, but now I have to re-bandage your wounds." Roy said, slightly irritated as he got up to get the bandages.

"No you don't: I'm fine."

"Ed, are you really going to fight me when I'm trying to help you?" Roy asked, sighing exasperatedly.

"Yah! I don't need you to wrap me up like a mummy." Ed replied, crossing his arms and wincing at the slight pain it caused him.

"But if you leave the bandages wet, your scrapes might get infected." Roy said.

"So what? I don't want any one treating my 'boo-boo's'." Ed stated, raising his hands and putting air quotes around the last word despite the tenderness in his arms.

'God, he is impossible.' Roy mentally groused, sighing.

'Well I'm a healthy adult and he is a wounded, animal, err, teen……. I think I can take him.' that's when Roy smirked wickedly and Edward got nervous.

"C-Colonel, why are you looking at me like that?" Ed asked, his voice shaky and his brow breaking out in a cold sweat.

Roy pinned Ed to the bed, hands above his head.

"Ow ow ow ow! That hurts, you jack ass!" Ed yelled in Mustang's face.

"Stop it!"

"Then let me re-bandage your cuts, peacefully." Roy said, emphasizing the word 'peacefully'.

"Fine, fine, fine, just get of me!" Ed grumbled hurriedly, making Roy get off of him.

"You know that you brought that upon your self." Roy pointed out smugly.

"No I didn't! You could have let me be." Ed argued.

"Well, I'm not going to let your cuts get infected, so you did, indeed, bring it upon your self." Roy explained as he got out new, and more importantly dry, bandages.

"Oh what ever." Ed mumbled, pouting slightly.

Roy sat down beside Edward and started to un-wrap the bandages.

"I think that most of the bleeding stopped over night, but some of the deeper cuts are still bleeding. So even if you want to go to your classes tomorrow, you can't go to flying, and herbology would probably NOT be the best thing. The plants might bite you from the smell of blood."

"And I want to go to my classes!" Ed sarcastically asked as Roy started to re-bandaged his wounds.

"Well, if you don't go you will have to do extra homework to catch up." Roy retorted, finishing bandaging Edward.

"You know, you're not bad at this medical junk. This bandaging job is almost better then some I've gotten in hospitals." Ed complemented, amazed the tiniest bit.

"Thanks. I had to bandage a lot of my own wounds when I… was… in the… wars…" Roy trailed off and was saved by the bell- or, in this case, the screeching owl at the window.

Roy turned and walked over to the window, taking the letter from the usually nocturnal bird.

Roy went over the letter mentally.

'Hiya Roy! Hope you and Ed are having a fun time at school. And if you're not, the pictures I have enclosed in the letter will brighten up your day for sure! Oh, and I trust that you had a happy Halloween? Oh, and have you found your self a wife yet! I mean, there have to be some hotties there. Well, I have to go or Hawkeye will shoot me for not doing my work.

Your friend, Maes

P.S., Behave your self with Edward: I heard that you two are sharing a room!' re-reading that last part, Roy shouted,

"I'll kill him!"

Edward just looked at him oddly but shook it off.

"I take it that it wasn't from my brother." Ed commented wryly.

"No, it was from the picture freak."

"What did he say?"

"You don't want to know." Roy sighed.

"Okay." Ed said and left it that.