Sry I know I'm a bad person! I haven't updated in so long. But sorry between moving, theater, and grandpa dying it's been hard for me to get time to update. So here's a new chapter for all my patient readers. This one is for you all!

"Edward what kind of Father would I be if I let my two boys go off on their own?"

"A good one!"

"Ed. The answer is no!"

"Why? You really are a bastard aren't you?"

"Ed. Do not use that tone of voice with me and do not make me tell you again!"

"You can't tell me what to do you're not my father!"

The room went silent. Ed's words cut through Mustang's heart like a knife. Sure he knew that Ed and Al were not his true children, but he had always felt a fatherly compassion for the two boys. Roy looked at Ed and said in a serious manner,"Do you really want to go to Samarkand?"

"Yes, I do."

"Fine then! Armstrong will accompany you."

Ed smiled. He knew it would take no time to loose Armstrong. You just had to get him started and off came the shirt and Armstrong would enter lala land. Ed packed his bags and Al's too. Then they set off to Samarkand.

The first night they rode in a car to the town of Frell. It was a charming little town that had lovely people there. Not only in looks, but in their manners. They paid for a night at the local Inn and left before dawn the next morning.

The next day Ed was staring lazily at the window when he noticed a thick cloud of dust beginning to envelope the car. "Armstrong what is going on?" The older man peered out the window and yelled,"Everyone out now!" The men piled out of the car not a second too soon, for the car was showered with a barrage of fire balls. It burst into flame and seconds later, the flames had reached the gas tank, the car exploded in a brilliant shower of sparks.

Ed turned over to make sure everyone was ok. The driver was staring dazed at the car. Armstrong was laying on his back. His eyes facing the sky. He was scratched up and a little shaken, but otherwise ok. Al was sitting upright next to him staring at his brother with concern. Ed looked at his body and shuddered in pain. His flesh arm and leg were covered in bloody wounds. Not to mention that his arm was now sprained. Ed tried to move and winced in pain, but he silently rose off the ground. As he picked himself up he listened for any sign of a sound. A rustle in the bushes by the road gave away his attacker's hiding spot.

"Ok asshole prepare for a major beating." Ed yelled as he advanced towards to bush. He pushed the bushes aside and didn't find anyone. He heard a snap of a twig behind him. He yelled out in frustration. Then he heard a gun shot.

Ed waited for the pain to enter his body, but he felt no pain. He heard a voice snicker,"You're dead Edward."

Ed felt the anger rising within him. How dare that Bastard! "Roy! What the hell are you thinking? Trying to kill us off or something?"

Of course not Edo. It's just as I thought. Neither you nor your brother are prepared to go off on a trip without supervision. Your just lucky that I came to test you, or you might've been dead by now."

"Mustang! Why would I be lucky? You almost killed us you ASSHOLE!"

"Do not talk to your father like that young man! You will be taking fighting lessons when you get back! I can't believe you'd fall for something as obvious as that. You're not as smart as you think you are. It's a miracle that you are even alive as we speak!"

Ed clapped his hands together in anger and frustration. The next thing Mustang knew he was hanging from his ankles on the highest branch a nearby oak tree. Then Ed used Alchemy to fix the car, and they continued on their trip to Samarkand, leaving Roy hanging from his ankles.

Sorry It was kind of short. I promise to update sometime later this week. Please R&R.

ttyl,

Dani