First off, I know these are just random drabbles and stuff, but if you'd leave a review about them, I'd be very happy. So... PLEASE REVIEW! =D (Yes, this will be on every drabble.) Oh, and... these are NOT beta'd; excuse any mistakes.

Yup. I tweaked this. It doesn't match up with Brotherhood. It's not supposed to. You know how I love to mess with shit on there! So, if you see inconsistencies with the anime, they're most likely meant to be there.

Also, this isn't the original version. FF logged me out when I tried to save it. Unfortunately, the original was much better in my opinion, but I still hope you like it.

Enjoy!

Title: Lonely
Rating: T?
Warnings: Slight boy love. Hints at self-mutilation.

The last train out had been his ride home. The long report and a quick nap had been his entertainment. The cool wind whipping against his face had been his cup of coffee. But nothing could pull Edward Elric out of the state of depression he'd fallen into. Alphonse had run off to Xing with Ling Yao, Lan Fan, Mei Cheng, and a coveted Philosopher's Stone. Grannie Pinako had fallen into such a condition that she never insisted Ed return to Risembool for visists and home cooked meals. Now he wished he'd taken her up on the offer more often than he had, because now he was so incredibly lonely that it was mind-crushing. Multiple times, he'd thought of popping in just to say hello, but then, he didn't want to go in unannounced when she was in such a state. Winry had met a man in Rush Valley and didn't like Edward to visit unless he needed repairs or check-ups done on his automail leg. Not that he minded that particular part too much, as her daughter was a complete nightmare... but he still missed her.

Now he was simply going through the motions of life absently. Eat, breathe, work. And even when he ate, he ate very little, especially when he was alone. Mostly, he slept. When he was allowed to, that was. He was skinnier than he had been before. Not to mention paler. To be honest, he looked as if he should have been six feet under already.

Edward took a deep breath and looked up at the large hospital looming before him, reaching up and taking hold of the scrap of metal hanging from a simple silver chain clasped about his neck. His heart gave a painful lurch, as did he, towards the building with his eyes falling low yet again.

Much to his despair, he could practically feel his brother striding beside him. It made his heart ache even more to think such a thing, and he forced himself to shake the feeling off. It was just a memory. Nothing more.

His superior was in a room here- recovering from wounds he received in the terrible battle, awaiting Dr. Marcoh's return to Central with the Celestial Stone that would return his sight, and expecting to be made fuhrer at any time- but that didn't mean Riza couldn't assign Edward to a mission in a nearby city, one that required him to assist with the clean-up effort. And just because it was a simple mission didn't mean he didn't have to file a report on it, which was exactly what he was doing now.

He knocked lightly on the door, waited for the 'Come in.' and then stepped inside. Roy was sitting on the edge of the bed, bandages wrapped about his head, over his eyes. He stepped forward and set the report on the meal try at the bedside, then took a couple of steps back. "Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward Elric, reporting in. Assignment report completed and on... the meal tray." he informed the man, tone deadpan, as he snapped a salute.

For a moment, the colonel remained silent, face expressionless. "You're much more agreeable. More business-like. Are you alright?" he finally asked, reaching out with one hand as if to see where Edward was.

Slightly hesitant, the blond lifted his newly-returned right hand and pressed it to Roy's, as if to assure him that he was there. "I'm fine. There weren't bandages over your eyes when I left. Your sight...?"

"Has been returned, though my eyes need to heal and readjust. You aren't alright."

"I told you. I am fine. Just tired is all." he attempted to assure the man, but he knew he'd failed. His voice held the first real emotion in days: Fear. He was terrified. Terrified of being figured out.

"You're not." His fingers trailed lower on the blond's arm. "There are marks here."

"Hazards of assisting with clean up." Edward yanked his arm away. The terror in his voice was even stronger now.

Roy shook his head, catching the younger soldier's arm again. Much as Ed tried, he couldn't pull it away this time; the man's grip, while gentle, was strong. "These are straighter; more deliberate." His other hand went to the blond's waist, laying gently there. "You've lost weight, as well. You're probably well underweight. There's no emotion in your voice. You're not fine."

"What do you know?"

"It's because of Alphonse, isn't it? He left, and now you have no one." Roy pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around the boy's small body, nuzzling his nose into the crook of his neck. "Winry and Pinako, too. You think they don't care about you anymore. Ed, Al just wants to see the world. Pinako may be sick, but she still loves you, and I'm sure she'd love you company. As for Winry, she's trying to get everything settled with her new family. As soon as she's settled, there's no doubt she'd love to see you. And even if they don't, there are still people here who care deeply about you." By this point, he could feel the young soldier shaking against him, tears soaking through the thin hospital gown. "Even if no one else does, I care about you, Edward Elric. I love you. Always have and always will."

Edward had never cried so hard in his life.