Wow, Sakura-chan managed to hit my curveball, and she hit it really well! She's an even better writer than I thought! I thought that it would take her awhile to write for this one, but nope, she surprised even me! Hehe. Boy, she's good, hehe. Hmmm...wonder who's going to hit the next curveball? Well, we never plan on curveballs, so who knows? Whenever one of us gets hit with an idea, I guess. I had actually been planning on making that time travel idea be a oneshot, but I figured, "Hey, what the heck, why not use it in my story?" So, yeah, the rest, asthey say, is history.

Disclaimer: I'm probably going to be talking really stupidly in my author notes, because I'm tired, high on caffiene and suffering from withdrawal, and the moon is about to enter Gemini. Wait, what? (Listens to Sakura-chan talk to me) Oh...oops. I wasn't supposed to issue THAT disclaimer here. I'm supposed to say that we don't own FullMetal Alchemist, but you already knew that, didn't you?

Ed sat on a chair in front of the kitchen table staring at his oatmeal.

Al was sitting in the chair next to him eating his. Ed fumbled with the spoon. He could eat now and yet he didn't want to. His mom, who was sitting across from him, spoke up,

"Are you feeling okay, honey? You haven't touched your food." She sounded worried. Ed tried but couldn't restrain the sob. Al watched, spoon hanging half way out of his mouth, and patted his brother's back. Trisha stood up and went over to Ed. "What's my big man crying about?" She cooed softly. Ed wanted to tell her so many things but couldn't because of the choking sensation in his throat.

"Big brother, are you alright?" Al asked shyly while putting his spoon back in its bowl and leaning over to Ed. He managed to calm down and say he wasn't feeling good. Trisha placed her soft hand on his head to see if he was warm.

"Mom, please don't go..." Ed cried into her chest. The rest of his words were muffled.

"I'm not going anywhere sweetie." She replied in her motherly tone. Ed bit his lip and could only think of how wrong she was. "Did you have a bad dream?" A dream? Could his entire adventure with Al to regain their bodies have been a dream?

"I don't know." Ed mumbled.

When Ed had calmed down completely and finished his breakfast he was outside with Al. Ed was in the lead. Al only followed because Ed wouldn't tell him where they were going. Before long Al could see their destination, the cemetery.

"Brother, what are we doing HERE?" Al whimpered as he followed his brother. Ed didn't respond. They didn't stop till Ed froze by an empty space.

"It's not here!" Ed said in an almost relieved voice. He stared, wide eye, at the lush green grass that was growing in this spot. His already large golden eyes widened even more.

"What isn't here?"

"Nothing..." Ed turned, a nervous smile on his face, and began to run home. Al shrugged and began to follow his brother hastily.

A dream... It must have all been a dream.

Al, the fully grown one, stared at his brother in awe. Was this actually happening? Maybe something had disfunctioned inside Edward's body.

Without a word Al grabbed his brother's arm, Edward yelping at the sudden movement, and tightened his grip so that a door opened.

"AH! WHAT IS THAT?" Edward asked and sounded scared out of his mind. He watched in fear as Al shut the door and had an apologetic look plaster itself on his face.

"Sorry," He said and scratched the back of his head, "Wrong opening."

Havoc, who just so happened to be there the entire time, sighed,

"Don't scare him like that..." Edward, who was out of Al's grip now, rubbed his hand up and down his left arm. He looked amazed and confused at the same time. He looked up with a child's curiosity in his eyes and asked,

"Do I have auto-mail?" He, the child Ed, had seen it before when over at Winry's. Her granny and parents were working with it. Al and Havoc exchanged glances.

"Let's take you home and we'll tell you there." Al supplied after a minute or two of thinking. Edward smiled and stood up. He brushed of his pants and mused,

"Okay, I bet mom is wondering where I've been."

"Brother, aren't you going to read too?" Al, two books in hand, asked dumbfounded when his brother didn't want to read with him. "Mom said it would be okay." Ed wondered if he could still do alchemy without a circle. That would be the only way to tell if it had all been a dream or not.

"I'm going to practice alchemy instead." Ed told Al, trying to hide how nervous he really was. Al asked if he could too. "Sure you can. We'll need all the practice we can get."

Al went to fetch the book they traced circles from. They'd only done it once and didn't know how to draw them perfectly yet.

But when Al came back into the room their dad had used Ed was gone. "Brother? Where are you?" He poked his head out the door and looked down the hall. Where was he? Al trotted to the left and into the kitchen. Ed was sitting at the counter with his mom watching.

"There you are!" Trisha greeted Al. He went over to the table and noticed Ed didn't have a circle.

"Brother, you forgot the circle." He said slowly. Ed's smile faded into a frown. Al watched his brother gently grab a broken dish that his mom had set on the table. Both brother and mother watched as Ed clapped his hands and set them at the edge of the dish.

A magical feeling spread from the center of Ed into the tips of his fingers. It felt like he hadn't done this in years. The light swirled and twisted around the broken dish. The light broke down the matter and then reconstructed it back into one whole. Slowly the magic feeling left Ed and the light faded into nothing. There sat the plate, with finely decorated sides, a perfect shine, and a wonderfully curved outline. It looked better then ever.

"How d-did you do that?" Al stuttered, mouth agape, and looked from the dish to his brother. Ed was looking at his hands like he wanted to cry.

It wasn't a dream.

"Winry!" Edward squealed and gave her a bare hug. Al, Havoc, Pinako, and Riza stared at the two. Winry was rigid and blushing. Edward had a big, bright smile and a childish air about him.

"Edward, you're back..." She commented awkwardly before gazing over at a sweatdropping Al. Winry gave him a 'what the heck is going on?' glare.

"Brother I think we should go inside now." Al laughed cheesily. Edward let go of Winry and gave a little pout directed at his brother.

"I'm still older, aren't I?" He frowned and crossed his arms. Pinako said she was going to finish making supper and went inside.

"What does he mean?" Riza asked unsure as to what to expect. Whatever she had in mind it surely wasn't what Edward did next. He looked at her, just noticing she was there, and gave a goofy grin from ear to ear. He trotted away from Winry and over to Hawkeye. She raised an eyebrow at him. Then Edward said in an embarrassed giggle,

"You're pretty, I like you."

The next thing anyone knew there was the sound of a gun going off.

"What was that?" Armstrong inquired out loud while on the way back to the Rockbell's. Mustang placed his hand under his chin in a thinking position. Then he said seriously,

"Judging from the sound of distance, the placement of the sun, and the screams coming from a certain android, I say Hawkeye just happened to shoot at Fullmetal on his return home." Winry sighed at the stupidity.

She was walking on the left side of Armstrong, Mustang on the right, back home after a stressful day of searching.

"Anyone have a wrench?" She asked evilly. Mustang stepped away a bit and Armstrong did as well. They continued to walk back home. Hoping Edward was in one piece.

"That's amazing Eddie!" Trisha exclaimed while happily placing the newly fixed dish in her china cupboard. Ed looked at his feet sadly. He didn't think it was amazing. The only reason he could do it was because his beautiful mother was going to die. Al, who was asking left and right for Ed to teach him, came up to his brother and tapped his shoulder.

"Edward, want to-"

"No, I'm not going to teach you!"

"I wasn't-"

"Stop asking!"

"No!" Ed huffed out angrily and turned away from Al and crossed his arms. Trisha scolded Ed and told him not to yell at his little brother. He was instantly silenced.

"Hello Mrs. Elric!" A delighted voice came from the door way.

Trisha looked up to see Winry, the child one, come inside. Ed and Al also saw her. Ed wanted to cry and Al wanted to be beaming sunlight, but neither boy could.

"Winry, you came over?" Al said meekly and bit his lip, looking away from her blue eyes. He shuffled his hands behind his back and muttered softly, "I thought you didn't like us anymore..."

"No, you two are still my best friends." Winry reassured, "I'm so sorry for being mean." She clutched her yellow floral dress with one hand and with the other showed the doll she was holding. Ed let out a small gasp. Winry looked over at him. "Thank you for the gift. I like it." She cuddled it with mournful eyes.

"I know." Ed said in return. His mind wandered to the doll that sat on Winry's bed in front of her pillows in her room. "I'm glad you like it."

He sounded sad but either no one noticed or they didn't care.

"You two want to play?" Winry asked shyly. Al answered for both of them. Before Ed could grasp the situation he was being dragged outside.

"Ed, catch this!" Al called as he passed a red ball at him. Ed caught it with ease. It was unusual for a child to be as coordinated as he was right now, but since he was really much, much older it was only surprising to Al and Winry.

"Wow, you've gotten really, really good!" Winry smiled at Ed. He didn't respond and only threw the ball at Winry. She caught it, stumbling a bit on the slick grass, but managed to stand. All of a sudden a girl with short, brown hair and eyes ran off the dirt road and over to them. It was Miranda.

"Winry, Ed, Al, can I play?" She asked hopefully.

"Sure." Al said politely. Miranda turned in her overalls to look at an older man walking mules on the road.

"I'll come home later, okay papa?" Miranda called. Her papa nodded and told her to be back before sunset. She turned back to the three and they began playing.

While Ed was running to catch a ball Miranda had kicked he suddenly felt dizzy. He stumbled, fell, and lay on the grass. He could hear, as though far, far away, the worried screams of Al, Winry, and Miranda. Things became harder and harder to see. And, before he knew it, all was black.

Did you like it? Huh? Huh? Did ya? (See disclaimer. Read it more than once if you didn't catch it the first time. My stupidity is going overboard today, and I can't seem to control it. Sigh. Just a cross I have to bear, I guess. Yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda...Ooh, I'm going nuts! What am I talking about? Yes, believe it or not, I get this way sometimes. I wonder if I'm going to be embarrassed when I come back to this section later and read what I just wrote? This isn't as stupid as I sometimes get. You should see what I wrote to one of my readers in a PM just a few minutes ago. Poor girl! HEHEHE)

So, anyway, if you liked it, please review, and I'll make sure to update sooner. She did a great job, didn't she?

And yes, before you ask, I know that I haven't updated anything for the past couple days. I'm SORRY! Things have been complicated in my life lately. Anyway, I do have a bunch of things written up, I just have to type them up. It depends on when I get the chance to type them up. I actually have new chapters for "The Zodiac People" and "Me, Myself, and I". (Yes, you read that right. A NEW CHAPTER! W00t! When will I type it up, I wonder? Soon I hope.) I also have one for "Across Time and Space", another drabble for "The Customer From Heck", and a little oneshot called "Thoughts in the Rain".

Heh, yeah, I don't know when I'll get all those typed up, but I'm pretty sure that "Thoughts in the Rain" will at least get uploaded within a few minutes. Heck, it's already partly typed up. So, yeah. It's a sad little story that I wrote up while walking through the rain one day.

Yikes! These author notes are SO LONG! Gomen Nasai! I'll stop. It's the coffee, I swear!

Please review!