Each individual chapter will have a different rating, different pairings, different spoilers, and a different setting and timeline. Multiple people were involved in writing this fic, I do not claim to have written anything other than my own characters. I do however claim to have come up with the plot, story idea, and organizing it all. The others who write characters in this fic are well aware that I am posting it, and contribute willingly. This fic is an ongoing project with an unknown number of parts, with alternate storyline as of the fifth laboratory incident. Enjoy!


Helpless, Hopeless, Heartless

Rating: R (Language, violence..attempted...rape...)
Pairings: Well...there's Roy and Ed...cept it's not Ed...then there's Ed again but that's not Ed either...
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA.
Spoilers: Oh hell I don't know anymore!
Setting: Central City, nondescript hospital room.
Timeline: Day or so after the incident with the Fuhrer.
Roy awoke suddenly, surging into an upright position only to be knocked back down again by the sudden, sharp pain in his chest. He lay there for a moment, winded, as he let his eyes focus and his breath return, albeit still slightly painful. Where the... oh...

The events of the previous day started to float back up to the surface. The meeting with the Fuhrer, the promotions, the chimera group called Predator. The transferrance of Jean from his command and Edward's assault on Bradley. The change, Edward calling the man... Pride, wasn't it? Several ribs had been broken at the time and the pain clouded most everything else. He'd passed out not too long after. What had happened since he had no idea, only that he had been transported to some hospital, and that the pain had dulled immensely, despite still being enough to wind him.

Come to think of it, he had not seen Edward or Jean for quite some time now... Knowing how Ed had changed before he passed out, Roy was slightly worried, to say the least.

Two-toned footfalls echoed in the hall outside, and the doorknob turned. Roy sat up just enough to see the blond alchemist as he slipped inside and shut the door behind him. "Edward? What in the hell are you wearing..?"

"What, you don't like it?" The boy turned violet, slit-pupiled eyes on the once-Colonel now-General, stretching rather elegantly in the long-sleeved, nearly see-through half-shirt. The pants, Roy noted, were at least the same, albeit a bit lower on Ed's hips than he remembered them being before, or perhaps that was just due to the lack of the belt. "No, I do... like it... It just..." Dark eyes took in every detail, the way the fabric clung to Ed's frame perfectly, the fact that the sleeves ended with a separate hole for the thumb and for the middle finger. He took note of how the collar came up higher than that of his own uniform, but in one piece, how Ed's hair was in a ponytail rather than the usual braid, and a high one at that. Roy's eyes then locked with violet and his entire body tensed. Pathetic human! He shuddered. "Ed... your eyes..."

The blond merely slid off his shoes and climbed up on the bed, hovering over Roy on all fours even as the dark-haired man tried to back away. "Don't worry about it, I'm fine, Roy..." He lowered his hips, straddling Roy's waist and sitting there as he brushed the man's hair out of his face gently. "I just came to see you, that's all... Sorry about the other day... I don't know what came over me..." Human fingertips traced Roy's jawline, lightly brushed his lips. "Forgive me?"

Roy's brain fritzed out momentarily when hips shifted against his own and cool automail somehow worked its way up the hospital issued shirt he wore to dance mechanical fingertips down his side. "Uh..."

The boy smirked, well enough to rival Mustang's own as he leaned in, tongue tracing the man's lips briefly. "Good..." Even as Roy tried to lean in for a kiss, the blond leaned back, still grinning as he brought his hands together.

All Roy saw was a flash and the next thing he knew he was being flipped onto his stomach, wrists bound behind his back in a way that nearly pulled his arms to the point of dislocation, or so it felt. Something cold and hard, most likely iron or steel, bound him just above his knees, spreading his legs as far as they could be spread, and the cold metal on his ankles, plus the fact that he was unable to move them, led Roy to believe that they were bound directly to the foot of the bed. It didn't take long for him to notice Ed's presence was gone from his back, oh, and the fact that his clothes were now no more than ribbons on the bed beneath him.

"Ed! Edward what are you...!" A quick tug told him his wrists were not only bound together, but to the headboard as well, probably to prevent any real range of movement. It worked. "Ed let me out of this!" A sharp protest from his ribs silenced him for a moment, and he stilled. "Ed... please, Ed this hurts!"

The laughter that followed was a far cry from Edward's. "You haven't figured it out yet, old man? You really are pathetic..." The blond yanked Roy's head back by his hair, slit-pupiled violet eyes meeting frightened, shocked black. "Don't worry, I'm just going to humiliate you. Pride won't let me kill an asset..." The boy released Mustang's hair and took a seat on the side of the bed. "Are you just going to stand there all day, or are you going to come in?"

Roy heard the door open and close again, two-toned footfalls once again stepping past the threshold. Turning his head, Roy could only stare as he saw double.

"Long time no see, shorty..." the second Edward said, grinning in a way that was also unlike Ed. What in the hell was-

"The shorty is out for the moment, Envy, shall I take a message?" Ed number one must have been smirking too, Roy could hear it in his voice, almost a sadistic mirth. The one addressed as Envy, Roy assumed he was one of the seven Sins Edward had spoken over, as was Pride, stepped towards the bed. One white gloved hand gripped Roy's chin, turning his head roughly. "I see... not a bad piece of work, this one... The shorty's other lover, even I have to admit, either he knows how to pick them or he's just full of dumb luck." The other blond snorted. "That stuck up chimera is more my taste, but this damn kid won't even let me get close to him!"

That got Envy's attention, and he paused in his scrutiny of Roy's naked form. "Oh? He didn't put up much of a fight for me..."

Roy jerked at his restraints again, glaring as best he could into golden eyes when Envy leaned down in his face again. "What did you do to him!"

Envy smirked. "That's right... you're with him too... It wasn't much really, I just broke enough bones to keep him still while I humiliated him a little.."

Roy tugged uselessly against his restraints desptie the throbbing protests his body made, spitting in the creature's face, dark eyes burning furious. "You sick, disgusting--" he was cut off as Envy's hand, what would be Ed's automail one, grabbed his face, grip so tight that Roy almost believed the homonculus would crush his skull then and there. A flash of light preceded Envy loosening his grip, and Roy was soon able to see why, as an automail blade was embedded halfway into the doppleganger's throat, blood seeping from the wound.

"Don't fucking DO shit like that you damn idiot! You want the Fullmetal brat to come back or something! My fucking head is killing me!" Roy just stared again as the blade was retracted and blood spattered on his face, and for a second he wondered why Edward was talking to a dead man. He was soon reminded of how hard it was to actually kill a homonculus, when the wound closed and Envy rubbed his neck, spitting blood out on the floor and cursing under his breath.

"Fuck, you didn't have to go and do THAT! How was I supposed to know the shrimp reacted to HIS pain too! Pride told me you had no problem when you broke his damn ribs!"

Roy cleared his throat and both homonculi stopped, glancing at him. "If you would kindly let me out of these restraints I would be more than happy to-" he choked on his words as fingers traced lightly down his spine, stifled an unwanted moan into the pillow as a gloved hand fondled his erection.

"Look at how hard he is, sick fuck is enjoying this don't you think?" Roy couldn't tell which one was talking, but he suspected it was Envy, seeing as he was the only one wearing gloves. "Please... don't do this..." It shocked him how pitiful he sounded, and the laughter that came as a reply only made him cringe.

"How about I ignore that, Roy... because I know that even though you are going to hate yourself for it, you can't help but enjoy it..." Violet eyes met his own. "Just look at it this way... it's still his body inside you..."

Roy shuddered at the tongue on his neck. What was worse was that he knew the words that... thing in Ed's body spoke were true. As much as his mind screamed no it would always come out as yes. "Please... don't... Ed..." All that came out was a shaky whisper.

Bracing himself, Roy waited... and waited... and... waited? What was that tension in the air? Something wasn't right... Not like any of it was right in the first place, but the feeling sent icy chills down his spine.

"He's coming... You're on your own, shrimp..." Roy opened his eyes just in time to see a flash of military blue exit the room. "Spoil my fun, huh? Fine, let's see what this guy is all about!"

Moments later, Roy found himself lying once more on his back, unshackled. Instinctually he yanked up the sheet to cover himself, before the shattering of glass had him sitting up and reaching for gloves that weren't there, dark eyes focused on the broken window.

A swift intake of breath followed as Roy laid eyes on the inhabitant of the windowsill. "Fawkes..." A pair of gloves were thrown into his lap from across the room, and, upon inspection, Roy found they were his. "Quit gawking or you'll end up dead!" Dark eyes glanced to the blond who was ready to fight, then back to the smirking figure in the window, habitually slipping on his gloves.

"No, it's that attitude that will be the death of you..." Deceit drawled lazily. "Whoever said I was here for a fight?"

The calm, easy-going ferality in the man's voice sent chills once more down Roy's spine. "Then what are you here for...?"

For some reason he found it extremely hard to believe that Fawkes was there for a little chit chat and afternoon tea.

"Why am I here? It's quite simple really..." The red-haired chimera slid off the windowsill and into the room, moving to the foot of Roy's bed with a rather fluid grace. "I came with a message for you to give to your little Fuhrer, Mustang..."

In another motion Deceit stood over Roy on the mattress. "Tell him that his two youngest are dead, and he will be next... And I already know what he's making you do, so you might as well give up if you want to live..."

A gun was drawn from beneath the feline's coat, aimed at Roy's head. "Are you going to stop following orders from a walking dead man, or will you die now?"

"Stay... away... from him... goddamn... bastard..."

Roy looked past Fawkes even as the red-haired man turned to face the blond on the other side of the room. Dark gaze was met with the sight of a world-weary boy, struggling to remain in control. Roy saw the way that violet nearly exlipsed gold in his one open eye, and for a moment, he could almost hear the agonizing screams of one torn between two worlds. "Ed..."

The blond grinned wearily. "Sorry... it's getting harder... to stay here..."

"Then allow me to assist you in your departure from this world..." Deceit's aim shifted from Roy to Ed, the trigger pulled within the blink of an eye, bullet tearing through the boy's shoulder.

For an instant, Edward's eyes went completely gold, staring apologetically at Roy before being swallowed by violet as the blond fell to the floor, unconscious. The array had been torn.

Roy was ready to snap in the next second as Fawkes turned the gun on him once more, and a searing hot pain riveted through his skull. Vision blurring, he watched as the chimera scoffed and lit a cigarette, his form retreating out the window the last thing Roy saw before blacking out.


Please review, constructive criticism and questions appreciated, flames will be deflected back at you by Roy. n.n;