Remember

"Edward! What happened!" Winry's mouth was curved into an 'O' shape and her eyes were wide with surprise. Edward looked up innocently, but this his eyebrows jumped and his jaw dropped. "Winry? Is that you!"

Roy groaned, "Aw…"

"…shit." Hughes finished with him.

To make matters worse, Alphonse's brunette head popped in behind Winry's and said, "What happened!"

"Wait… why is everyone older," He choked back tears, sniffling, "Is there something wrong with me?"

Roy rushed to the door pushing the two out to the hallway. "Okay," He said when they were out. "I can see that we aren't going to need the pictures."

"What's wrong with my brother? Why is he younger?"

Ignoring the brunette alchemist, he turned to Winry, "Did you bring any extra parts?"

She nodded, pulling the grey rectangular bag off of her back. Putting it on the ground, she unclasped the two locks and revealed a set of artificial limbs that looked to be an easier-made set than the automail that Edward wore. She pulled out a small arm and leg, unfolded them and put it on the ground.

"Now," she said, standing up and putting her hands on her hips, "Will you please explain to me what's going on?"

"Well," he began, "This morning I found this younger Edward in his apartment and brought him here. Lt. Colonel Hughes is talking to him, and most likely calming him down after you decided to burst in."

"Why is Mr. Hughes talking to him, shouldn't you be talking to him?"

"Well, Miss Rockbell, as I explained to the Lt. Colonel before, you should leave the profession to the professionals. Hughes happens to be a professional in investigations, not to mention a child freak, therefore-"

"Okay," Alphonse cut in, "We get it."

Footsteps approached the door and Maes appeared in the doorway. "Roy, I need you to help me with something."

"Uh," Roy arched his eyebrow, "Alright."

Entering the office that belonged to the said alchemist, Roy saw the boy tapping his feet carelessly against the coffee table; his eyes were a bit puffy and red. He whispered to Hughes, "Is he alright now?"

"To my knowledge," He shrugged his shoulders and sat down at the chair across from Edward. "Now son," he said, turning his attention to the young blonde. He tugged Roy's sleeve down until he sat in the chair next to himself. "Do you know who this man is?"

Roy was taken aback; this was a question he himself had wanted to ask, but, even now, was still afraid of what the answer might be. He saw Edward's face twist into a thinking phase and he scooted on the edge of the couch. After several minutes of waiting, Edward opened his mouth to speak.

"Well, Mr. Hughes, I think…" Roy held his breath as he trailed off, "…I think so. It seems like he was once… once real important to me. But I just can't remember."

Roy expelled a breath of relief. So, it was possible… possible that he remembered everything, and it was possible that one day, he would remember everything.

"Good, very good."

Winry cracked the door open and Roy thought of something he could do to get her in here without Edward getting freaked out again. Then, he had an idea. "Julia," he winked at her, "Get over here"

Puzzled, she walked over anyway, "Er, alright?"

"Alright, if you could take measurements for a new leg and give Edward here a temporary one," he pulled her arm down and pulled her ear to his mouth, "We can't let him know you're Winry, not yet."

She nodded curtly and walked up to Edward as he said, "But, mister, this is Winry!"

"No, Edward," she said, "I'm, er, Winry's cousin. Julia."

"I didn't know Winry had a cousin."

"Well, that's me!"

She carefully unattached the automail limbs that were too big and clamped the smaller one to his leg and arm.

"Stand up." She smiled, "Is that better?"

He pushed off the couch and was still a little wobbly, but was closer to normal. He nodded shortly and balanced himself out. He grinned really big, but when he started to walk he tripped over his pants that were too long and fell right into Winry's arms. "Heh, sorry," he giggled.

She pushed him back up and mussed his hair, smiling at him. "No problem."

"Well, Hughes, have you gotten enough information," Roy inquired.

"I suppose." He stood up and heaved a sigh.

"Alright," Roy thought for a moment, "Then I need to get him some clothes. I'll have to go to my place to get some money, and then we'll go out and get him some clothes that fit."

"Um…" Winry said, turning to leave, "…alright." She sounded nervous. It was probably because her best friend who was now at least 7 years old was going off clothes shopping with his boyfriend who he had just been with the night before last when was normal. Of course, she told herself, it was not a real problem. "I need to work on this automail. The leg should be done by midday tomorrow, and the arm by the next morning."

"Spectacular," Roy said, forcing a smile. The idea of having a child of seven crying from the pain of automail made his insides crawl. "Well, Edward," He smiled at the small boy, "Are you ready to go."

He grinned mischievously, "Uh-huh."

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Hope you liked this chapter. The next one will be real interesting, I promise.