Found the time to post some more, here it is. FMA aint mine it aint.

Nothing was ever found of Hohenheim and Edward but part of a false limb. The burnt corpse was never identified; the chemical he was lying in was never identified. What happened on that day remained a mystery for all of time. There were only two known witnesses and they had gone into hiding.

I should know, I'm one of them. My dealings with Edward Elric would not soon be forgotten. He promised me he would free me from the life I was leading and he did. He freed me in more ways then I knew possible. I learned to love again.

Al is the best thing that ever happened to me. I didn't know at the time but every time he visited me while I was alone I was falling for him. I believed I was in love with Ed but I was only ever in love with a memory.

We live in England now. I was a child for treating my sister as I did. She visits when she can, as does Russell. It fills me with joy to see them so happy, and my niece is one of the most precious creatures on the face of this earth.

Al spends his time researching still. He is determined to find out how they managed to make the rocket complete. He is not angry that they never told him but hurts that they never got to say goodbye.

I know exactly how he feels. But in my dreams I see the boy with golden eyes. He is happy wherever he is I am sure.

The role of a housewife isn't all that bad. I spend my days writing stories and trying to help my husband through his sometimes frustrating work.

Then one day it happened. After five years of studying he finally found his answer.

'I know Winry, I know what they did!'

He was like an excitable school child with a new toy. He started spouting all the technical jargon at her making no sense whatsoever.

'Darling, take a breath. I'll make us some tea and you can tell me all then.'

Once we were sitting down comfortably he began to explain. I laid a hand on my steadily swelling stomach and hung on his every word.

'From what Edward and Hohenheim told me the rocket had one aspect missing before it would work. That never made sense to me because according to my calculations it should have worked fine. My patron was going to give up on me but I was sure I had everything right. But Edward was smart so I did not question him.'

He took a sip of tea, 'Why they never told me why they were waiting I'll never know. I am guessing they didn't to appear selfish.'

'About what?'

'I think Ed wanted Hohenheim to return with him all along. They used to bicker all the time but you see there was a bond between them. The problem was Hohenheim didn't have the body to return. I'm not quite sure of the exact detail as that is their world. Those few months when Ed could have gone home he was waiting to find a way to return a body to his father.'

'But you told me that he lost his arm returning his brothers body.'

'That was equivalent trade. He lost all his alchemy skills along with it. Not they would have been much good in this world. However Hohenheim still knew much. That time that he was away he must have been looking at something.'

'Did you find out what?'

'Information of the philosophers' stone. In this world we take as nothing more then a fantasy, a story. But to them it was very much achievable. He must have discovered a book telling him how to make it in this world.'

'Did they make it?'

He nodded, 'Thanks to the death of Envy. You see the philosophers stone needs a person's essence to be created. In this world at least. Envys ability to transform was ultimately his downfall. He captured a persons essence by becoming them no matter how short the time.'

This time he took a deeper gulp of his tea. 'They knew Envy was in this world but had no idea where. He was the only one who could be sacrificed.'

'I thought he was Hohenheims son?'

'He ceased that a long time ago. You remember me telling you that he was hundreds of years old? Well so was Envy. But much of his life was spent as a homunculus, his only goal being to kill his father. Envy had killed many people in his world and has in this.'

I bowed my head at the memory of my father. Al took my hand in apology and laid his other hand on my stomach.

'Edward dreamed all of the time. Those dreams were the only thing that kept him going. If it wasn't for his dreams he would have fallen in despair and never arisen again. It was almost fate that Envy took them to that hanger. They must have had everything they needed there and then. Perhaps Envy would never have guessed his father would kill him.'

'He was the final ingredient…'

'Ed has spent two years trying to get home. The opportunity arose and he took it without a second thought. I don't suppose you can blame him. Know one will ever know what Envy had been up to in that time but it is likely we both spoke to him. Likely that we helped him toward his goal.'

I sat for a moment and let it all sink in. Those moments leading up to their departure had been so short. Especially after two years of research. Now I wondered what Al would do now he had this information.

'Stop worrying,' he had laughed, 'If I am right then they achieved what they wanted. The rocket would have taken them so their world and they would be fine. Perhaps Ed even got his arm back; he did hate his false one so.'

'You wouldn't try and follow?' I inquired nervously, the baby in my stomach fidgeting.

His topaz eyes looked straight into mine and I no longer worried. Al was not the kind to leave his wife and child.

'This will always be my home; I have no need to follow them. In my heart I know Ed will be thinking of us and that he is grateful for the life we gave him here.'

'Do you think he is happy where he is?'

'You know the answer to that Winry dear. He is temperamental, brash, sometimes wrapped up in his own thoughts…but he is also loved by a great number of people. Do you no longer see through the eyes of Winry?'

I laughed gently at that. I think I saw through Winrys eyes in her times of weakness. Since the disappearance of Ed I no longer see through the eyes of my alter-ego. Perhaps she was no longer suffering.

'No I don't. I know longer dream of far away places. I am content where I am. Hate and loss no longer hold my conscience. Perhaps life is just the same for her…'

'I have to say, you were the last person I wanted to see first.'

'Fullmetal?'

'The name…is Edward.'