If you are sensitive to child abuse and rape, then please do not read this. I do not wish to offend anyone.

Previously on Rebellion:

"Well, I was looking for Tucker, but I haven't been able to find him all day. I wanted to remind him of his assessment and how he would need to turn in his research soon." Mustang explained as he continued to look around the mansion.

He was alone with Roy, he could finally say something. He could tell him everything that had happened, and the Colonel had brought up the research too. He could tell him he was the research. He could scream it to the rooftops and get the hell out of there.

He didn't.

Tucker walked into the mansion moments later holding a paper bag. When he saw the Lieutenant Colonel there, he didn't know what to think. He had sent Alphonse and Nina out for the day so that he could have the time to spend with Edward in the basement. He had gone out and bought items special for the day, and now the Lieutenant Colonel was here. Hopefully he could get rid of him quickly.

"Lieutenant Colonel Mustang, what a surprise. What do I owe the pleasure?" Tucker asked as he placed the brown bag away from sight quickly. If the other man saw the contents, he could be in trouble. Well, if he wasn't already.

When Edward heard the word pleasure leave Tucker's mouth, he shuddered again. Whenever he heard the word leave the man's mouth, it always meant something dirty. It always meant something terrible was about to happen. Even if it wasn't being used in a way that Tucker used it in before, it still made him tremble and shivers run down his spine.

Tucker was, of course, pleased with how his pet was reacting. That's all Edward was. He was research. A pet. Just a form of science, an experiment to see what he could do. Shou Tucker knew full well that people could mess with the minds of animals to make them do what they wanted, but what he really wanted to know was if people could do so to other people. It would be the perfect way to train soldiers if they could.

"Just wanted to remind you about your assessment and how it's nearly time to turn in your research," Roy spoke casually. Once again, Edward flinched and shuddered when the assessment was mentioned. This time, Roy seemed to notice. "You alright, Fullmetal?" he asked.

"What? Yeah, I'm fine..I think I'm just a little dizzy or something. I'll be in my room if you need me, Mr. Tucker.." Edward trailed off. He didn't stay to hear the rest of the conversation, quickly secluding himself in his room. He wanted away from the two of them right now.

If only he had more time alone with the Lieutenant Colonel. If only he could have told him something. Just a little more time and it all would have been over. Everything.

What are you thinking? Edward thought to himself. If you tell Mustang what's going on, Tucker will expose Al's secret! Do you really want to put your little brother in that kind of jeopardy?!

Edward heard the door click open as he was laying in bed, facing away from the door. He didn't want to know what Tucker planned to do next. The blonde felt a hand on his shoulder and immediately jumped up to attack the intruder.

"Kid, it's me again," the Luitenant Colonel was there once again. "Are you alright?" he asked, seeming genuinely worried about Edward's well being.

"I'm fine." Ed said, timing it with the practice that he had learned the past month. It seemed like he was saying that a lot more lately.Maybe people are finally figuring out what's going on.

Maybe they'll help me.

Of course, Mustang wasn't there to help Ed, he didn't have a clue of what was going on. So shortly after he left, Alphonse and Nina were still out of the house, Edward having no clue where they were. The only order he was given was a finger pointed to the basement door.

This is for Alphonse..

Pushed on the ground of the basement, Edward caught himself with his hands. All Tucker did was sit in the chair next to him and Ed knew instantly what to do. Tucker didn't even need to free himself from his pants.

While Edward still wanted to fight, he wanted to get away, he wanted to attack this man, he couldn't. He knew that if he did so, Alphonse's secret would be in trouble, and he needed to protect his little brother. If he couldn't, he would be a terrible older brother, and he wouldn't have done what he swore he would do from the moment his Father left and his Mother died until death.

Edward engulfed Tucker's large member into his mouth like he had done so many times before. It seemed like he had been doing this his entire life, even if it was for only a month or so. He did what he knew Tucker liked because if he didn't, he was dead.

Kisses marked his body from his chest to his waist. They were soft, but they were rough at the same time. A hint of pleasure filled his body, followed by full fledged feelings of shame and guilt for feeling that hint of pleasure.

He didn't want to feel this way, he didn't understand what was wrong with him. Why would he react like this? He didn't even like it! Edward felt like screaming, like crying, but instead he grew an erection as this was happening to him. As he was doing it.

It was automatic, he just did everything. When Tucker would sit and pat his knee twice, Edward would walk toward him and begin to suck him off. It was as if he had no control over it, as if he were a dog that was taking commands. Edward didn't like it.

When Edward would cry, he found Tucker stroking his tears softly. Tucker would take the tears on his fingers and lick them with his tongue. He would wipe his member on the wet reddened cheeks for kicks, and Edward would once again feel the guilt and shame.

Guilt and shame he was sure would overwhelm him.

"You will never escape-"

Edward jumped from the bed drenched in cold sweat as he looked around the room alarmingly. He noticed Alphonse standing next to him, grasping his shoulders with his large hands. Ed knew he was there, and knew he was talking to him, but he couldn't hear the words. His mind was running a million miles a minute trying to shake off the nightmare.

"Brother!" Alphonse continued to try and get the pre–teen's attention. He didn't want to shout loudly enough to wake everyone else in the house. Edward was pale, and his eyes were unfocused. Al shook him lightly to try and get his attention and finally did.

"What?" Edward asked in a raspy voice. His breathing was calming down, and his heart was slowing as he began to return to reality.

"Don't 'what' me, you were having a nightmare." Alphonse said worriedly. "Maybe you should go to the doctor..."

"No," Edward said quickly. Quicker than he would have done if he were calmer at the moment. "I don't wanna see a quack doctor."

"Something may be wrong, brother, we should take you there just to check you out." Alphonse said reasonably.

"No," Ed told again. "Look, Al, I went there when you thought my arm was broken, I don't want to go there again." he said firmly.

"Alright, brother, if you feel that strongly about it, we won't go, but sooner or later we're going to have to talk about this." Alphonse told him.

"Yeah, sooner or later we will.." Edward trailed off in thought. Later, when I get your body back, we'll definitely talk about it...

He laid against his bed again, facing away from Alphonse, tossing and turning for a few hours before finally relinquishing his consciousness.

Edward tossed and turned all night, trying to fall asleep when he constantly awoke before falling back asleep for a brief time. He began to sweat, though he felt cold, and wrapped himself in his blanket as much as he could, curling into a ball. He woke to someone having a hand on his forehead.

"Looks like he does have a fever, you were right, Alphonse." Tucker spoke in a soft tone–a tone he would use as a Father.

"What should we do? It's been going on all night." Alphonse asked in a worried tone.

Good, Al's in the room..Edward thought to himself as he panted softly. He definitely felt feverish, but he wouldn't admit that to anyone.

"Let's try and wait it out," Tucker said with an authority no one could argue with. "If he doesn't get any better by tomorrow morning, we'll take him to the hospital."

"Thank you, Mr. Tucker." Edward heard nothing else as he fell back into slumber once again.

"Brother, wake up, please," Alphonse's voice was next to him. He could hear him. Ed groaned softly, and Al seemed to perk up. "Brother?" he asked with a hopeful tone.

"Al.." Ed groaned again, his mouth tasted like vomit. "Water.."

"Brother, I don't know if you can hold it down. You've been throwing up all day." Alphonse said, though got his brother a glass of water that was near and gave it to him anyway.

"Time is it?" Ed asked before drinking from the glass, enjoying the cool refreshment as it made it's way down his sore throat and relieved his mouth of the taste of vomit.

"Around seven at night." Alphonse answered. Edward immediately jumped up, the water nearly spilling in his grasp. Al took it from him quickly.

"Why didn't you wake me earlier?!" Ed nearly shouted, though his voice cracked from being dry for so long and he had to grab his throat and stop.

"You've been waking up and falling back asleep all day. You would throw up before going back to bed, I thought you needed your rest." Alphonse admitted.

"I needed to be awake and alert!" Ed was about to glare at his brother when he realized it wasn't Al that needed to be yelled at. His beef was with Tucker, and that's all there was to it. "It's fine. So what's going on now?"

"I think you still have a fever, so I'm going to check your temperature," Alphonse said, grabbing a thermometer that happened to be nearby and placing it in Ed's mouth before he could even protest. "Under your tongue, brother."

"I know how to do it, idiot." Edward said, and he continued to do what Alphonse said. When it was finally finished, Al read the temperature out loud.

"One–ten.." Alphonse trailed off. "That's still real high. Mr. Tucker said if it's not down by morning we're taking you to the hospital. It's a miracle that you're talking and up right now."

Though, as if Alphonse had jinxed it by mentioning it, Edward bent over the bed to find a trash can and proceeded to relinquish everything he had in his stomach to the almighty can. Alphonse moved over to hold his hair for him, something Ed assumed Alphonse had done all the times he had thrown up throughout the day and night.

"I knew your stomach wouldn't be able to handle it," Al sighed. He moved over to his brother and helped him to bed. "Come on, brother, it's time to lay back down." once Edward was situated again, he was out like a light, and Alphonse emptied out the trash before returning to his brothers side, not leaving it again.

The next time Edward awoke that he could remember, he was in a bright room. He groaned as he realized he was in the hospital that Al was talking about. Getting off of the bed, Ed began the search for his clothes so he could get the hell out of there, only to fall to the ground with a thump. He was having trouble controlling his Automail.

Suddenly the doctor walked in–the same doctor that had treated Edward for his arm. The cast was off now, had been for a little while, but now this.

"Ah, Edward, back here," Mcgakric said as he jotted down some notes on a file of Ed's. "So, you've had a fever that hasn't broken yet, and it's very serious. I'm surprised you're awake now." he said before putting the file down and helping Edward back on the bed.

"Yeah, well I am, what's going on?" Ed asked as he pushed the doctor's hands off of him. He didn't want anyone to touch him. Not after all the touching Tucker had done.

"Your brother brought you in this morning explaining that you had a fever that wouldn't go down. He didn't know why, and upon further examination, we've found that you have come into contact with rat poisoning somehow," Mcgakric explained. "Since you've been vomiting on your own so far, we haven't had the need to pump your stomach, but if you don't continue to vomit on your own in about an hour we'll need to pump you."

"How do you pump my stomach?" Edward asked, genuinely curious of what could happen to him.

"Well, if we need to pump your stomach, we'll insert a tube through your throat that will lead to your stomach. The tube will pull out all the harmful content from your stomach." Mcgakric explained further.

"Will it hurt?" Ed asked.

"It will be a bit uncomfortable, but if you relax you'll get used to it," Mcgakric answered. He looked back at Edward's file. "I'll be back in an hour to check on you, and I'll send your brother in."

Doctor Mcgakric left the room, and Ed relaxed a bit, though relaxed much more when Alphonse stepped into the room.

"Brother?" Alphonse asked. He came close to Edward, sitting in a chair that was placed by the bed. Like any brother, Alphonse wanted to be next to his brother.

"Al, I'm so glad you're alright." Ed let out a breath of relief.

"Why wouldn't I be alright? You're the one who's in the hospital," Alphonse said. He then placed a hand on his older brother's shoulder. "Why did you do it?"

"Do what?" Ed asked. He didn't do anything, he just woke up sick and woke up in the hospital.

"Why did you drink rat poison?" Alphonse asked again. "I know the exam was stressful, and Mom's gone, but why would you drink rat poison? I thought we were going to get our bodies back."

"Al, I didn't drink rat poison! I swear!" Edward said harshly. He didn't mean to sound as if he were getting defensive. It was just the way he automatically reacted. "I didn't do it!"

"Then how would you have come in contact with rat poison?" Alphonse asked. He sounded so sure of himself, like he knew that Edward had done this.

"I don't know.." Ed trailed. "There are a lot of people who could have done this to me, Al. Really. Think about all the people in the cafeteria at headquarters. All it would have took was for me to look away from my food for a second and they could have got to me."

"Why would they want to poison a kid?" Alphonse didn't seem convinced.

"There's a lot of people who don't like the State Military, even more who hate State Alchemists. Now I'm one, and I'm young, so I guess they thought I was vulnerable enough for them to get to. Maybe it would be a way for them to try and get the Military to stop." Ed conjured up in his head.

"Alright, I believe you. But you better believe that I'm going to be watching you like a hawk." Alphonse said. Even though the younger boy couldn't show emotions, Edward knew that Al was relieved that his brother hadn't purposefully poisoned himself.

"I assumed." Ed smirked and before he knew it, he was already asleep.

I am so sorry about the problems there were with the last chapter! Oh god, so I'm guessing nearly everyone who has read this already knows that this happened. I don't blame you if you actually just skipped this chapter. Anyway, I won't screw up like that again, and I'll have more chapters to you guys soon!

Next Update: July 16th {I am uploading a second chapter in just a moment}.