This is it *sniff* the final chapter and a quarter *sniff* Please look on the Epilgoue for the end Author's note for all my thanks and stuff. For now, please enjoy this chapter :)

Disclaimer for this chapter and the next: I don't own FMA.

Leaving Ways

I sat reading a book as the train rushed through the Amestres countryside. I hardly noticed what we were passing never mind where we were. I glanced up at Roy who was sat opposite me with Kit leaning on him. Kit was asleep. Roy was staring morosely out of the window.

"You know glaring at it won't make things better," I said. A smirk crawled onto Roy's face. He turned to look at me.

"I'm not glaring," he said, "I'm just looking at the last of Amestres before we leave it, forever."

"That's doubtful," I replied, "We'll probably get our pardons when they need you again."

"True," Roy agreed, "But don't hold your breath hoping."

Since Armstrong had taken power, the country had fallen into a bit of a state. The new Parliament was putting a lot of pressure on Armstrong and seemed to favour a handful of other Generals over her. In an attempt to calm down the situation, Armstrong had decided to hold trials for the brass and high ranking officers in Fuhrer Bradley's old regime. This meant that Roy was on trial as well.

For his crimes in Ishval, Roy had received the death penalty. However, since Roy and I had a son and the fact Roy had helped save the country, he was given a lighter sentence. Instead of being killed, he was banished to Xing for the rest of his life. Kit and I were allowed to go with him, but once we left we could never return.

I closed my book and looked down at Kit. He was breathing heavily as he slept. He didn't understand what was going on but then again he was only three years old. He was smart for his age, like his father, but there were some things he couldn't quite grasp. As far as he knew we were going on a very long holiday. He didn't seem bothered by the prospect that we might never see Amestres again but he was three, he didn't care a lot about of things.

"He's out of it," Roy stated airily as he noticed my gaze.

"Yeah," I sighed, "Maybe that's the best way."

"Maybe. At least he's not crying," Roy said, "I pick snoring over crying any day."

I giggled at my husband. He smiled warmly at me.

"My uncle says he will help us until we get our feet firmly on the ground," Roy said, "When he heard what had happened he rang me every day for a fortnight hoping to catch me so he could make his arrangements."

"Are you sure you can trust your uncle?" I asked wearily.

"He sees me as a son," Roy replied, "He'd do anything for me."

"To what extent is that?" I asked.

"Well, if I wasn't married already he'd probably have a dozen girls lined up for me choose from," Roy replied, a crafty look appearing on his face, "But if I didn't have a wife then I would be dead by now."

"No if you didn't have a child then we'd both be dead by now," I retorted. Roy nodded.

"That's true," he agreed.

I stood up and carefully lifted up Kit. He stirred for a second until I put him back down on my seat. I could feel Roy's eyes watching me as I laid him down and pulled a coat over his shoulders. I turned back to Roy and quickly sat down next to him before the train jolted and I went flying. Roy immediately put his arm around my shoulder.

"My uncle's very rich," Roy stated. I looked up at him.

"Why do you say that?" I asked. Roy smirked again.

"He's wanted a male heir for years so he can pass down his estate," Roy explained, "I think that's why he called. He has an heir."

I put my head on his chest while looking at Kit. Roy's arm tightened round me. Roy had very rarely spoken of his family before now even to me. The sudden appearance of his uncle had surprised me but Roy seemed to trust him. I was reluctant to trust a man I hadn't yet met. Like Roy, his uncle seemed to have everything worked out. He had plans. All his family had plans. What had I let my son into?

"You should probably get some rest," Roy whispered to me. He was right, I should but I wouldn't. Roy needed the company right now and I wasn't tired.

"When we arrive in Xing," I said, "It will mean we'll never be able to turn back. We can't hear from anyone in Amestres. Gracier, George, Havoc or Fullmetal –"

"Why the hell would I want to talk to him?"

"Are you sure this is the right thing?" I asked ignoring his interruption.

"Do we have a choice?" Roy asked, "I'll be glad to get rid of Fullmetal and get rid of all the whining from Havoc, Breda and the others. If Gracier thinks she can't manage then she'll get a visa for Xing. I've given her the address of my uncle so she should be able to find us easily enough."

"You really have thought of everything," I said, "So unlike you."

Roy chuckled. He stroked my arm gently. I felt him breathe in and sigh deeply. "I have to be prepared."

"You say that now?" I asked, "After Ishval and everything you now say you have to be prepared?"

"Yeah, well," Roy muttered like a moody child. I looked up at him. His eyes met mine. "Someone's got to look out for you and Kit."

"Your uncle seems to be setting him up quite nicely," I replied. Roy scowled at me which made me giggle again.

"I'll never understand how a military disciplined woman can so easily fall into a fit of giggles," he said.

"I can't help it sometimes when you pull a face," I snapped, "Besides you say I need to lighten up a bit outside the bedroom."

"That's true," Roy agreed.

"You can worry from now on, Roy, I'm all worried out," I said. He chuckled. He held me tighter.

"I'll never worry that much. As long as you're beside me everything's find in the world," he muttered. I stroked his chest and slowly made my way up to his chin.

"You do spiel some rubbish sometimes, Roy," I replied. He lowered his head down so his lips were touching mine. His other hand came round and cupped my chin and then moved back to touch my hair. My hand was on his cheek as we silently kissed hoping that Kit wouldn't wake up and spoil this moment. We parted slightly after a few moments.

"Sometimes I hate having a kid," Roy muttered. I giggled and pulled away from him.

I leant back against his chest. Roy grabbed my hand and held it tightly in his. Even though I was terrified about the new life I was being forced into I couldn't help but feel excited. It was the life I had dreamt of for a long time now, ever since Kit was born. Ever since I met Roy, I suppose when all truth said. This was the happy ending I had always dreamt of and nothing could make this better for, not even staying in Amestres.

I smiled to myself. Roy must have noticed this because he suddenly said, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I replied honestly, "Everything's perfect from where I'm sitting."

Roy smiled, "Perfect? I doubt that it's perfect yet. I thought you'd always wanted something more?"

I giggled again. My hand moved to my stomach as I spoke again, "I suppose I always said I wanted to have a little girl, but who's to say I haven't got that already?"

Roy sighed as he suddenly realised what I was saying. He rubbed his temple in a serious way. After a minute or so a smile spread onto his face.

"A little normality wouldn't hurt, I suppose, but then again," he said, "Here we go again."

I laughed as I leant back in the seat next to Roy. I thought back to the people we were leaving behind. George, who back to her usually hair colour and ways, and Havoc had seen us off at the station. No one else would know that we had gone until now, I supposed. We didn't have a great big farewell but that suited us. No tears, no farewells, just a silent leaving. George and Havoc would pass on the message anyway. Roy cupped his hand in mine and we looked at each other.

We were going to be alright. And that's all I cared about.