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Chapter 3
Dinelle smiled as she picked up the nearly empty tray on the nightstand. She and Alphonse had spent the past 2 hours catching up while he ate. Every now and then he would choke from laughing to hard at the memories but other than that it was a cherishing time.
She sighed as she closed to door letting her friend sleep in peace. Dinelle walked into the kitchen and noticed Winry washing dishes (on her grandmother's command of course).
Winry looked up form her 'work' and smiled, "about time you came out. You didn't kill him from the laughing did you?"
Dinelle could only smile, "no!" Winry just laughed as Dinelle placed the dirty dishes into the soapy water in the sink.
Winry looked at clock on the wall, "it's getting late and I have work to finish." She stretched as she yawned, "guess I'm pulling an all-nighter."
"Good luck with that," Dinelle smirked as her blonde friend left the room as a knock at the door was heard.
"C-colonel Mustang?" Winry's shocked voice reached Dinelle's ears from the doorway.
"Where's Alphonse Elric?" he asked calmly. Dinelle peeked from behind the wall to see Winry's worried expression.
"well…um…he isn't quite healed all the way…" Winry said, "he's sleeping right now…"
"We need to speak to him," Riza Hawkeye stated to the younger platinum blonde, "it concerns Edward."
A nerve seemed to have been tripped when Hawkeye said that. "But Al's been through so much! He's still suffering deep trauma! He hasn't even been able to face the fact his only living relative is gone! You don't want to take that into consideration?" Winry snapped.
Hawkeye's eyes narrowed at her as Mustang said, "we know that. But we still need to speak to him."
"It's best if we do. It may help him," Hawkeye added.
Dinelle walked up to Winry, "let them. I'll go with them. I'll call you if they do anything that will hurt him."
Winry smiled at her friend before turning back to the two soldiers, "Let Dinelle go with you. She needs to check on him anyway…" Mustang nodded before Dinelle escorted them to Alphonse's room.
"What do I owe this visit Colonel Mustang, First Lieutenant Hawkeye?" Alphonse asked politely as Dinelle sat next to his bed, not trusting the two familiar soldiers of the military.
"It…it concerns your brother," Hawkeye said hesitantly.
Al's eyes widened, "w-what?"
"We have evidence he may be alive," Mustang said as his stern emotionless midnight eyes softened.
"he's…alive?" Dinelle said before Al had a chance to. The two soldiers looked to her.
"I take it you know Full Metal?" Mustang asked.
Dinelle nodded, "we were childhood friends…" She turned to Al, "Alphonse…"
Al looked down then to Mustang, "tell me everything you know."
Dinelle stood up, "Al! Your body can't take all the stress from you getting it back! But to overload your brain in such a manner?" She looked at the two soldiers, "tell me all you have. Then I'll tell him when his body can handle it!"
Al shook his head, "I want to know now! If there's a possibility that brother's alive I want to know!"
Hawkeye turned to her higher ranking official, "I think we should listen to her, sir. It may be best."
Mustang quirked an eyebrow, "fine then." He handed Dinelle a thickly-filled file. "This has all you'll need to know. If you have any questions feel free to call me. Alphonse, you have my number, right?"
Alphonse nodded still disagreeing with their decision. Dinelle sighed and told them goodbye as they left.
"give me the file," Al said, "I want to know about my brother."
Dinelle stood up with the file tucked under her arm, "you'll get it when your body can handle it. You're undergoing too much emotional stress right now."
Al sighed and fell back against his pillow, "this is unfair…"
Dinelle smiled, "a lot of things in life aren't fair."
"you're evil."
"thank you."
"you scare me."
"then my job's done."
Al just shook his head as Dinelle left the room. He turned on his side and sighed, brother…if you're alive…I'll find you…I owe you that much…