Hi people! I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in forever but I have had the WORST writers block. I'm not even kidding, I sat in front of my computer for close to 3 hours and got nothing down. So yeah, sorry for the delay, sorry again. Thank you Elysenjazz for Reviewing! Guess what! Mespirt solved the riddle( How many of you people actually tried?)! So yeah, but Mespirt hasn't let me know what the sequel be called yet... BUT ANYWAY! KEEP READING PEEPS!

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(Addie that can't remember a thing)

When I woke up, still tired as hell, Edward and Alphonse were talking to Lt. Maira Ross. "I just heard about Lt. Colonel Hughes," Ed was smiling slightly and looking at Maria like nothing bad had happened, well that means in my sleep nothing bad happened, I hope.

"Yeah, pretty tough news huh," Lt. Ross's voice held a certain tone of sadness.

"There was still so much we wanted to tell him," Ed lost the 'smile' but he still had a pleasant look on his face.

"We didn't even get to say good bye," Al's voice held sadness, but it was the type of sadness that you get when you miss someone who is on a trip or something.

"If it would make you feel better, he got promoted 2 ranks," wait that didn't make sense, from what I had gathered Hughes had moved away or retired from the military, but if that had happened then he wouldn't have been promoted.

Wait, no. No, no, no, no, he couldn't have died, no it just wasn't possible. "Promoted to Brigadier General? For moving to the country?" Al asked in confusion.

Maria gasped before putting her hands over her mouth. My eyes widened in surprise and horror. He was dead, Maes Hughes was dead.

It was like a slap in the face, one big giant slap right in the face. Then it was like a big ol' punch to the gut. It didn't seem possible at first, but when the truth of it sunk in, I couldn't handle it. First learning that I only had one more year to live, then this? It really didn't seem possible.

In the corner of my eye I saw Ed run in the direction of the door out of the military building. Quickly moving into action I propelled the wheels of my wheelchair forward, following Ed out the door. I was meet with Ed running down the stairs. Damn it! I couldn't go after him with out going down the stairs and in a wheelchair, that spelled out trouble for me.

Taking a deep breath I thought out all the possible ways to get away from the building without help. Ok, to the back door with the ramp! Quickly turning around and rolling quickly to the other side of the building I went down the ramp and started to the Hughes house.

When I got there, Ed and Al were standing out front, "God! Ed, Al, you travel around fast," I panted when I got to them.

"Addie, what are you doing here?" what a stupid question to ask Ed.

"Listen, Hughes was my friend too, you can't expect me not to be here after learning about his death," I answered, "now what I have to figure out is getting up to their house."

Ed looked at me oddly before asking, "Addie, why are you here?"

"Didn't you hear the first time, Bean Sprout? I told you, I'm visiting Hughes family," Al helped me up the steps carrying the wheelchair and at the same time keeping me balanced. Ed stood there, flabbergasted at what was happening, "Coming, Bean Sprout?"

"Yeah," he mumbled before coming up the stairs.

I got back into my wheelchair and went to the elevator, punching in the floor that Gracia and Elicia lived on. Ed and Al followed me into the elevator. Once we arrived at the floor I went to there door and knocked.

"Daddy!" Elicia's little voice echoed as she opened the door.

"No, sorry honey," I sadly gazed down at her.

Gracia came up to the door, she looked surprised to see us but then her eyes softened, "Come in."

I smiled up at her as I entered the apartment, "Hello Mrs. Hughes."

Ed and Al followed behind me solumly as I rolled in. Once we got into the living room, Edward and Alphonse sat on the couch while I rolled to the side of it. We were silent for awhile, just stairing at the floor, not meeting Mrs. Hughes' eyes. Then Ed spoke up, "I'm sorry Mrs. Gracia, it was my fault that Hughes got killed. If he hadn't been investigating for us, then he wouldn't have..." he trailed off.

"So your saying that it was you who caused Maes to die?" Gracia asked. Ed nodded. "That's not true Ed," she continued, " It was who ever killed him, these homunculi ,that is what you called them right, are the reason he is dead, not you."

"But-" Ed started.

"No buts, Edward, your not the reason Maes is dead, you say he died because he knew too much?" she asked. I felt a tug on my pant leg, the one that was actually filled with flesh and bone, I looked down to see Elicia, she held up her hands to me indicating that she wanted to be held. I picked her up and put her on my lap. Her back against my chest. Mrs. Hughes continued, " Maes, he loved helping out people, so Edward, don't make his death in vain. Find the philosophers stone, ok?" she smiled warmly at us.

Soon after that we left. Saying our goodbyes to the Hughes family and went to the hotel that we were staying at. Ed went to the dining room to eat. Al went off somewhere, probably to take care of some homeless cats and straighten out his thoughts. I went to the roof, don't ask me how I got up there but I did, I looked over the people bussing about going about their daily business. They probably had normal lives with their normal jobs, not a really big care in the world. But I was up here, caught in this one big giant wad of messed up. But you know, I didn't really care that my whole life was horribly messed up. The only thing I cared about really was making sure the people I cared about stayed alive. "Hey Addie," a very familiar voice sounded behind me.

I whipped my head around, unable to move my whole body because of the wheel chair. "Hey Ed," I slowly maneuvered my wheelchair to face him. Ed looked kind of lost, like he didn't really care about much anymore. "are you doing ok?"

"Yeah," even his voice sounded lost, I knew he was lying.

"Ed, I know your lying," I wheeled closer to him so I could properly talk to him, "please, just, don't totally go crazy and implode on yourself because Hughes died."

He looked at me with sad eyes. Those eyes that had seen so much wrong when they were so young. "Addie, I'm sad that Hughes died, I want nothing more then to find who did that to him but, something's not right Addie, there's something wrong with you."

"What?" I answered, "I don't know what you mean," I lied, painfully.

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I'm so sorry people! Really I am! I'm not even kidding about the writers block though. It was really horrible, not even hitting those damn demons with my trusty giant mallet couldn't defeat them! So, I put on my battle panties and made my fingers write this chapter. I hope you guys liked this. REVIEW YOUNGINS'! REVIEW!

I DO NOT OWN FMA SADLY! AND I WAKE UP EVERY MORNING HATING MYSELF BECAUSE OF IT!