Trail to Home

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist, and if you think I do then you need to have your head examined…good day.

Warning: SPOILER! Takes place after the series.

I woke up with a start, sweating and gasping for air. I had dreamt of the Colonel again. Running a shaky hand through my damp golden strands I growled out, "Damn! If I keep having this dream every night I'll never be able to get any sleep… Damn you, Roy Mustang!"

Kicking the covers off my legs I jump out of bed and quickly suck in my breath as my feet collide with the frigid floorboards. I've been stranded in mid 1800s London with my (cough) father for about a year now. Every second of every day I've longed to return to my world, my brother, and …my lover.

I swiftly dress and then throw on my coat and lace up my leather boots before quietly creeping out my window and dropping to the ground below. I slink along in the shadows, not that it's hard to do because, since this world is in the middle of a World War, at night all lights go out. Every cars' headlights and taillights are covered over with black paint so that people can drive at night if an emergency occurs. Just enough light would show through the headlights to illuminate the roads, but not enough to be seen from the spy and bomber planes flying overhead. All the houses' windows have heavy black blinds and not a single lamp is lit on the deserted streets. Lights at night end up presenting themselves as targets to the enemy above so, everyone went out of their way to make their homes and vehicles as dark and inconspicuous as possible.

I've walked these streets at night numerous times before when I'm overcome with memories and emotions. My lonely steps crack sharply against the stone streets and echo off the brick walls, sounding louder in my ears because they are the only noise around. Suddenly, answering running footsteps reach me and in the next instant a body of a young girl, clothed in ripped rags, comes hurtling around the street corner. I step back into a dark alleyway, just barely avoiding her frightened form, and mere seconds later two larger forms, belonging to a couple of cops, follow, chasing her down the dank road. 'She probably stole something… that's quite common now.'

I strode out of the alley and was about to walk off the curb into the street when I froze mid-step. The hairs on the back of my neck stuck up as if they were energized by static electricity. The very air around me began to snap and spark with blue lightening and red flames. 'I know this! This feeling is so familiar!… Al! ROY!'

I cry out in startlement as I'm lifted through the air and pulled towards those looming doors once again. Fear freezes my blood before the pure excitement causes it to rush, and I feel hands… hands on my hips, tugging me forwards. Roy's hands… they're Roy's hands! Al, my brother, is calling to me. I can hear his voice yelling, calling, struggling to reach me. It's then that I push. With all my mind and all my will I propel myself forward to meet my long lost loved ones.

A/N: Don't worry my little peeps, there's more to come of this. The next little drabble will tell you what happens next, from Roy's POV, but I'm really sleepy after being at a swimming party for over 5 hours I'm kinda tired, soooooooo see ya'll latta!

Hope you liked it…. Loved it…. Now I'm hoping that you're officially obsessed, if so lemme know so that I can laugh maniacally!