A/N: Well I decided to do a one-shot of FMAB! Yay! I hope you guys like it! ^-^

The closer Ed was to Mustangs office, the more he just wanted to turn away and go another direction. He was late in turning in his report, that much he knew, which meant he has to deal with one of Mustangs lectures. Today he wasn't ready for one. With little sleep due to a nightmare and not eating something before he left while also getting drenched by a passing car, everything just seemed to be against him. He was exhausted, cold, hungry and not in the mood for a shouting match with the Colonel.

But he has to turn in this report before they leave for their next mission. Upon entering the building he quickly made his way to the office, still shivering under his slowly drying clothes. He came upon the office doors, his shoulders slouching. Normally he would kick in the door, but today he didn't feel like exerting much energy, so instead he opened it normally, seeing everyone was busy with their own stuff to notice Ed coming in. It's what he expected since he didn't bust in there with the intent to be noticed.

Ed walked the short distance to the Colonel's office, rapping his knuckles loudly on the door. He heard a mumbled angry "Finally" coming from the other side.

"Come in."

Ed opened the door, stepping into the office, closing the door behind him. He closed the distance, dropping the somewhat dried folder down on the desk. "Here's the damn report." He grumbled, shoving his shaking hands into his pockets, hoping that would warm his flesh one.

"Why is the report damp and you are soaked? Run into some problems?" Roy asked, raising a brow.

Ed glared. "It's nothing. Can I go? Are you satisfied with the damn thing?" He snapped. "I have a train to catch."

Roy shook his head. "You were late again with this report and it's barely legible, Fullmetal. Go get new papers and fill it out properly. I'd hurry if you want to catch your train." He said, plopping the folder back in front of Ed.

Ed scoffed. "What?! No! You can still read it! I'm in a hurry, dammit! I don't have time to fill out another report."

Roy sighed. "If you were here on time then you wouldn't be scrambling to-"

"It's not my fault I'm late! We had a rough morning. I can rewrite the report when I return. This is important and we need to get this lead looked at asap. It could be one step closer to getting Al to normal so stop your damn pouting and let me leave." Ed barked, folding his arms around him, the cold clothes numbing his skin now completely forgotten.

Colonel stood from his desk, placing a hand down on the report, he shoved it as Fullmetal with a stern look. "Get this written now. The more time you waste arguing the longer you wait to get to the train. It's an important report. I won't ask twice."

The hand on the report made Ed blow a fuse. He didn't have time for this and he really wasn't in the mood to argue. He shook his head, turning to walk out of the door. Mustang scoffed. "You walk out that door, I will cancel your train and have you thrown in the dorms under suspension." Roy didn't understand why he was getting angry. Maybe because he hated being ignored, especially by Fullmetal who clearly had no idea how important this report was to them. It needed to be done so they could finally report to the families the decade long case was closed. He needed this report legible and Fullmetal was the only one at the scene to give proper details in the report.

The teen turned around, his eyes sending daggers. "Suspend me all you want. I need to find this damn lead."

"Fine then. Go follow your lead you selfish brat. This report is important to the victims but it seems you don't care about their feelings in this damn case. Go follow the lead that will offer nothing but dead ends to restore what you did." That last bit slipped out without even realizing what he said. Roy had been so annoyed and angry at Ed's blatant disregard to listen and do something that meant a lot to others. His eyes went wide, looking up to see Ed had an equally as shocked expression on his face, his body frozen in place. His lower lip quivered.

Ed had been surprised. He always knew deep down that it was his fault, but no one ever blatantly told him. No one close anyways. Hearing Roy say it was like a knife in the heart. Ed lowered his head. "I'm leaving." He whispered, the words barely reaching Roy.

"Ed-" Roy started but Ed turned and started running, catching the others attention as he sped out of the office and the building. Roy collapsed against his chair, bringing his hands to his chin.

Riza sent a glare his way. "That was too far, sir." She whispered.

"I know." He whispered. "I know."

Ed slowed his pace the further he got from the Headquarters, his body still cold but that was the furthest thing from his mind. Instead he just wanted to leave, not returning to face Mustang again. The train station felt like it was miles away with this pain in his chest. He leaned against a building, bringing his hand up to his eyes, realizing then that he was crying. He groaned. Why is he crying? Was it because he couldn't get past what Mustang had said? Was he this fragile about the past?

He slapped himself in the face, getting away from the building to stand properly on his own two feet. He continued to walk towards the train station. The closer he got though, the less his feet wanted to move. How would he face Al with this new information now in his head. If Roy knew it was his fault… What did Al think? Did Al hate him? That day in the hospital Al never confirmed if he was angry about it or if he was okay with it.

"Well, well. Must be our lucky day. Just who we were looking for." Ed stopped his walking, looking to see two people in front of him and two behind him. Ed sighed.

"I'm not in the mood to fight." Ed deadpanned.

One of them advanced on him and Ed groaned. Dodging the man, he grabbed his arm and threw him against his partner, getting into a fighting stance. The other two advanced as the others scrambled to their feet. Ed sent right hooks, dodging their hits. The fighting cornered him into an alleyway as he dodged and swung against his opponents. One of them grabbed his jacket hoodie and Ed slipped out of it, turning to punch the man in the face.

Turning around was a mistake, but in the fog of fight or flight, he didn't notice one of them pulling out a gun until he heard the unmistakable echo of a gun crackle down the enclosed area. Searing pain shot up his flesh leg, causing him to fall to his knee. Ed groaned, looking down to see his shin was bleeding. He had been shot in the leg.

"Grab him, Reid!" Ordered the one with the gun. Ed felt a cloth wrap shove around his mouth, causing him to bite down at the man who tied it behind his head tight. Ed brought his hand up, punching the man in the stomach. His hands were grabbed by the other man and he was forced to the floor, his head slamming against the concrete.

"Don't worry, Fullmetal. We only plan to torture you. Not kill you just yet." The man leaned closer, his smile sickening Ed to his core. "This is payback." The man says, standing up. His brain lagged a bit and before he could register what was happening, a boot appeared in front of his face, coming in quick. Black instantly met him, the last thing he remembered was the pressure on his back left him before he passed out.

An hour and a half passed by in Roy's office, but he barely got anything done with the fact that his brain was preoccupied with the argument with Ed. Hawkeye already told him he needed to apologize but it was too late to do that now. Ed and Al were already on the train and gone by now. He would just apologize when he sees him next.

The phone to his office rang and Mustang dove for it, immediately answering. "Colonel Roy Mustang." He says.

"Hi Colonel, it's me, Alphonse. I haven't seen my brother yet and the train already left, is he still with you?" Alphonse asked.

This made Roy freeze. The train station is only 15 minutes from here. Did what he say, make Ed change course instead? Or did something happen? "No he's not with me. He left an hour and a half ago."

Mustang could tell Al was growing worried. "Did he get into trouble?" He asked.

"Listen Al, I will go see if I can find Fullmetal. He is most likely in his room or something." He said.

"I'll help look." He says, hanging up. Roy stood up, hanging the phone up. He turned to Hawkeye, who understood already. She followed Roy out of his office and down the hallway. At first he was going to stop at the dorms, but figured Ed wouldn't be pouting in there. He may have been upset but he wasn't that type of person. Roy instead, decided to walk the street, looking down every alleyway and every street looking for the familiar blonde hair or the iconic jacket. The closer they got to the train station, the more Mustang grew uncomfortable. Hawkeye was first to notice some scuffle and red fabric on the ground, scattered around lightly. She stopped, looking down an alleyway.

"Sir." She said.

Mustang stopped, looking down the alleyway to see what she was looking at. He took off into the alleyway, his heart sinking to his stomach. Edwards' jacket was crumpled to the floor, and a puddle of slow drying blood was near it. What made him angry, was the fact that there was an empty bullet shell next to the jacket.

He understood what was happening. "He's been kidnapped."

Hawkeye grabbed for Ed's jacket holding close to her as she turned to look at the entrance. "But who would take him?" She asked.

He got to his feet, looking around the area. "Take your pick. He is a State Alchemist." He looked at Hawkeye. "Get the team ready. We need to find Fullmetal before anything more happens to him." He says. Saying that outloud made the worry he tried to suppress come forward. He gulped it down, following Hawkeye out of the alleyway, just in time to see Alphonse walking down the sidewalk.

Boy was this going to be a long day.

Ed's eyes started to open, blurry colors of brown and gold mixed his vision first before they turned into solid objects. Ed gulped. He lifted his head, looking around to figure out where he was. He was on the hardwood floor with gold lanterns around him to give the room some light. His leg throbbing the more he moved around to figure out where he is. The walls were dark gray stone with half the ceiling caving in due to some water damage. He spotted 2 people playing card games on a slab of misshapen concrete and another two sharpening blades.

Ed tried to move, but any movement he made, hurt his shin. He shot his eyes down, seeing it was wrapped tightly with a dirty rag, his feet tied together with metal wire that was cutting into his flesh ankle, his boots no longer on his feet. He tried to move his hand but was met with the same sting as his ankle which meant they were bound with thin metal wire as well. How cruel.

Ed knew he had a rag tied to his mouth, preventing him from talking. He bit it, trying to see if he could grind his teeth enough to rip it. He failed, He moved his hand to see if he could use some form of transmutation, but his automail arm was turned in an odd angle, preventing him from using Alchemy. He mumbled a curse, getting their attention.

"Oh, he's finally awake." Says one of the people sharpening their blades.

Ed shot a glare at them, fighting against the restraint only to feel blood start to drip down his hands. This wasn't going to work. He would just cause more damage to himself than get out. They were smart to use wire instead of rope. Ed could easily break out of rope or thick metal. Thin would cause too much damage as he is discovering now.

One of them started to move towards him with a small bag in his hand. "You are hard to catch. You always have someone else with you but today is our lucky day." He said. Ed shivered at the voice and the fact he was still freezing. He could tell that the water he was splashed with earlier, caused him to get somewhat sick. He could feel it in the fever he was growing and the fact his stomach felt tight with nausea.

Ed only grunted in response, venom thrown into it. The man chuckled, squatting down, he grabbed a fistful of Ed's injured shin and squeezed, causing Ed's eyes to widen. Sharp, unknown pain shot through Ed, and he screamed against the gag, trying to hold back from crying. He's had much worse pain than this, but he jerked his ankle against the wire, cutting his ankle more which made the pain level rise and shoot through him harder.

Ed tried to curl up instinctively but the man only laughed, placing a knee against Ed's stomach. "Doing that will only cause irritation to your hands. They look horrible already." He teased. The man grabbed a fistful of Ed's jacket, struggling slightly against Ed's weight. "You stopped our reputation and threw it down the drain. Now we are laughed at because a child brought down our operation. This is going to be fun payback." He said, punching Ed in his already sore face.

Ed grunted, blood tasting in his mouth, staining against the white gag. The man dropped him and kicked him in the stomach. Ed curled in on himself, but regretted it immediately when he put more pressure against the wire on his wrist. He unfurled, trying to make the pain soothe on its own. He felt another man behind him grab his shoulders, keeping his arms together, bringing him into a sitting position. Ed would never admit it, but the man holding his arms together felt relieved against the wire.

His relief was short lived when the man reached into the bag next to him, pulling out a long blade with a short sharp curve at the end of it. Ed didn't realize his face drained of color. Was he about to be tortured? Why? Because he was on a mission that messed with these people's reputations?

It wasn't his fault his missions led him to do that. Granted he did like doing them to save people but he never really thought of the repercussions of them. Was this what everyone talks about when they say your past comes back to haunt you in more ways than just nightmares?

Was anyone even looking for him? They had to be, right? Ed never made it to Al. He never made it to the train and knowing Al he most likely called the Colonel to report his absence. Ed gulped.

Did he even want the Colonel to come to the rescue after what he had said? Would he even come to the rescue? Ed repressed a sigh, trying to figure all this out was giving him another headache on top of the other one. No matter who came to save him, he would be glad. Torture on top of being sick wasn't what he wanted on his agenda today.

Please just someone save me.

He felt the tip of the blade against his tank top, his body froze up against the metal. "Well that didn't take long for you to freeze up. And here they say you don't show any indication you are scared." Ed felt the tip piece his skin and he flinched. He could feel a small line of blood falling down his stomach as the man pressed it in more. Ed felt his breath catch in his throat. The sting of the initial poke wasn't bad, but as he shoved the incredibly sharp blade in as slowly as he could, Ed could feel the slow hurting ache of his skin slicing open.

In a swift movement, the man ripped and Ed screamed against the gag. The man had put the tip of the hook into his abdomen, before ripping it out, along with the rest of the skin. Ed could feel blood coming out of the wound as the man attempted it again in another place, this time on Ed's collar bone. He grabbed Ed's tanktop and pulled it down, putting the tip of the blade down on the bone and sliced down. Ed screwed his eyes shut, preventing tears from leaking.

The man laughed, stopping just shy of his other collar bone. He grabbed for Ed's tanktop and sliced down it, cutting the tank top so it exposed his chest and stomach. Ed fought against them, looking down to notice the gnarly gash of hanging flesh from the blade and a long cut starting from one collar bone to the other, looping down a bit. The collar bone one didn't hurt nearly as bad as the one with the hook.

"That didn't quite rowl him up as much as the first one." Says one of the ones still playing cards. "Why not try the first one again." He suggested.

The man chuckled. "You're right. Let's see which ones affect him most." He grabbed Ed's jacket on his flesh side and ripped it down his arm, lining the hooks side to his shoulder. In one swift move, white hot pain screamed at him as his shoulder jerked forward, blood splattering on the man's face and hand. Ed thrashed against the man.

No… If this continues… I might lose the other arm! Come on, dammit! Someone bust through those damn doors! I'll even take Mustang!

Ed felt tears threaten as the pain throbbed against his neck and upper arm. "Now that's what I call a good reaction." He wiped the blood from his face, only smearing it against his olive skin. "Man this is fun. Shall we try something else?" He reached into the bag and grabbed out a small whip. He stood up, looking over Ed's shoulder at the man behind him. "You may want to duck behind him. I can't really aim this thing."

The man dropped behind Ed, still holding him still. Ed hated whips. He's been hit with one before and they take forever to heal. He fought against the man, ignoring the pain it caused his wrist and ankle. Ed heard the release of the whip before he felt it. His chest and leg were on fire, causing him to hunch over against the man, the pain unbearable against the already injured chest. He couldn't stop the tears. That took him over the edge as he felt the injuries he already sustained start to bleed profusely.

"Oh boo. I think he might bleed to death before I can get to the real stuff." He pouted.

"Why don't you cauterize the wounds, Reid," the man behind him said. "Thats torture and a new slate to do more."

The man torturing him, now known as Reid, gave the most cynical of grins that Ed started to doubt, maybe someone won't save him. Ed collapsed against the guy holding him, his chest hurting. Reid dropped the whip, reaching into his bag and grabbed a metal poker. He turned to the fire and poked it in.

Ed glared. He looked down at his ankle, holding back vomit as he tried to move his foot out. Thankfully it was loose and slick enough to get it out. He brought his head back and slammed it against the man holding him, his ankle finally slipping out of the wire. Despite it looking mutilated, he got to his feet and ran for the door, catching the others off guard. He slammed against the door and limped down the hallway. A hand caught his arm, causing his hand to get cut by the wire. Ed brought his Automail leg up and slammed it against the man's stomach, sending him back against the others.

He took off, ignoring the most intense pain he could experience on his mangled ankle. He couldn't think of it right now. He needed to get somewhere to hide. Once down the stairs, he barrelled through a door, seeing a hallway stretched into the main building. He slammed the door behind him, making his way down to the other room. Ed barrelled through the main room and found a good hiding spot. Jumping over the counter, he leaned against the abandoned bar.

He kept his breathing leveled, trying to keep it as quiet as he could. He heard the door slam open before feet ran past him, and disappeared down the hall. Ed waited a few seconds before getting to his feet.

A hand grabbed him by the braid, slamming his head against the bar. Ed groaned, looking up to see Reid.

"Next time you want to hide, try to hide your blood trail better." He says. Ed groaned against the gag. His foot is covered in blood, leaving bloody footprints everywhere his foot touched down. Ed tried to rip his head away from him, but the man didn't appreciate that. He grabbed Ed and brought him over the bar, slamming him against a few wooden tables. They broke his fall, but one of the wood splinters buried themselves into his side. He groaned.

Please… Someone!

Reid closed the distance, bringing him up to punch him in the stomach before the face again. Ed closed his eyes. His head hurt and his lungs burned. He could feel his limbs grow weak, most likely against the blood loss he was experiencing. Ed brought his knee up, smacking the man in the groin with his metal one, The man stumbled back and Ed kicked him away. He tried to get up off the floor, but the adrenaline he once had, left him. He fell back against the table, his eyes struggling to stay awake.

Reid chuckled. "That's it." He pulled out a gun and pointed it at Ed.

Ed closed his eyes, hearing the release of the gun echo around the room twice. He waited for the pain to hit him. But it never did. Instead he heard a thud against the floor and a scream. He slowly opened his eyes, spotting the man on the floor, blood pooling out of his leg and shoulder. A blur of blue stepped into his vision, kicking the gun away.

Ed didn't seem to understand what was going on. He couldn't focus on a voice speaking to him and a face appearing into his vision. The only thing he could focus on was the black dots that danced his vision. He heard a faint call of his name, before succumbing to the darkness.

When they finally reached the last spot on their destination in search of Fullmetal, They all stepped out and surrounded the building. Roy, Riza, Al and Havoc entered the house, following the Colonel down the hallway. They heard people talking and running. All of them leaned against the wall as 3 people stomped out.

"Which way did that little brat go?! He can't have gone far with those damn injuries." Says the tallest one.

Roy perked at that. So Fullmetal was injured. By the sound of what they were saying, it's bad. Hawkeye stood forward and shot each one of them in the leg as the other soldiers entered the house. The men screamed as they were restrained.

"Advance." Roy demanded, running down the hallway. They barged into another room, and the scene made them freeze. Only the hair of Fullmetal could be seen, crashed into broken tables and the man had a gun pointed right at it.

Hawkeye acted first, shooting twice. The man screamed, dropping his gun. Hawkeye ran in, kicking the gun away as Havoc dropped to restrain the man. Roy immediately attended to Ed.

When he saw the state of his subordinate, it made his blood boil and his heart freeze in his chest. Ed had bruises on his face, a gag tied around his mouth, some blood sleeping onto the sides of it. His shoulder was still exposed, and his chest looked to be the worst of it. When his eyes landed on the small piece of sharp wood stuck in his side he called Fullmetal's name. Dropping to his knees, he grabbed him, but Ed groaned against the pain on his arm.

"Sir, his leg." Hawkeye said.

Roy looked down at his leg, seeing how mangled and bloody it looked against the metal one. Roy gritted his teeth, turning Fullmetal over to see an even more sickening sight. His wrist was just the same as his foot and Havoc felt sick, seeing the thin metal wire so deep into his skin. Alphonse shook out of his shock and clapped his hands together, removing the metal wire. When his hands were free, they dangled lifelessly. Roy realized why. Ed wasn't responding. His eyes closed and the amount of heat coming off of him gave Roy goose bumps.

"We need to get him to the ambulance!" Roy shouted.

Why Fullmetal of all people? He's just a damn child!

Roy gritted his teeth. Seeing Ed so lifeless, breathing unevenly with exposed wounds of torture pissed him off. The guilt of what he had said crept back into his head. Shit! Don't die on me kid!

He scooped Ed up into his hands, struggling under his weight, he handed him off to Alphonse, before they all ran out of the house. Thankfully they anticipated Ed to be injured, so the ambulance was already outside. Roy could only watch with a guilty conscience as they put Ed down on the gurney, putting an oxygen mask on and threw him into the back of the ambulance.

Beep….

Beep…

Beep…. Beep…

Ed felt his eyes slowly shut more, the familiar smell of antiseptic and the beep of a heart monitor machine were the first thing he noticed. The second was the voices swirling around his head. He couldn't quite pinpoint which one was which. Slowly his eyelids lifted, but the blinding light above him made him think otherwise. He closed them, turning his head, to open them again. Colors were the first thing he saw, waiting for them to become solid.

His gray metal and glowing red eyes were to the side of him and he turned his head. It took his brain a moment to register who it was. Alphonse.

"He's awake!" Al shouted, but the voice was muffled against Ed's ear.

Ed blinked the tiredness from his eyes, turning his head to the other side. He spotted Roy and Hawkeye standing there. Ed was a bit surprised to see some form of guilt and relief in Roy's eyes.

"Wh*cough* What happened?" Ed squeaked out, his voice sounding terrible even to his own ears.

Roy sighed a chuckle. "Well you got kidnapped. You're at the hospital."

"What… were my injuries?" He asked.

Roy flinched at that question. "Well you had to get surgery on your ankle and wrist, as well at your chest. You have a broken nose and a broken rib. You took quite the beating, Fullmetal."

Ed gulped, looking down at his bandaged body. Remembering his shoulder, his face drained of color, almost afraid to look over at his arm. He knew Roy didn't say anything about amputation, but the fear struck him anyway. He held his breath, peeking over to see his arm was still intact. He let his breath be released, lifting his arm. Sill there and still functional.

"Can I talk to Fullmetal alone for a moment?" Roy asked.

Al and Hawkeye nodded. Al squeezed Ed's hand softly, leaving with Hawkeye out of the room. Ed and Roy sat in awkward silence for a moment, before Roy cleared his throat.

"I wanted to apologize for what I had said in my office. It wasn't your fault. It never was. I just said something…. Unforgivable in the heat of the moment." He said, wringing his hands uncomfortably in front of him.

Ed chuckled, regretting it immediately. "I… forgive you. I know you didn't mean it… It just… it was hard to hear. I always think that it is my fault and secretly Al hates me for it." He choked out, tears falling from his eyes.

Roy reached forward, giving Ed an awkward hug. Ed stopped crying, mainly out of confusion. "He could never hate you. You saved him and you will save him again. He will get his body back. Its not your fault. The world is cruel. Not you." Roy reassured.

Ed smiled as Roy pulled away. "Thanks Colonel. I needed that." He whispered.

Roy nodded. "No problem, Fullmetal. And.. don't worry about the report. I'll have Havoc decode it and rewrite it." He says.

Edward laughed. "Again with the report. Man all you talk about is work."

Roy folded his arms. "At least I do my work." He shot back.

Hawkeye and Al both smiled at the rising argument from behind the door. Everything was going to be fine. Ed was happy, the moment was perfect and after he was healed up in the hospital, he will be back on the leads to get their bodies back and Roy was happy to help.