I decided to update since one person said it was good. This is the adventure of Tim. This could be a short fanfic or not, depending on two factors, the reviews and my ideas FLAMES ARE WELCOME
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Chapter Two: Tim
Tim arrived in Resembool a year later. He ran from the central building in fear that he would be rejected by his mother. His mother. The one who left him with his grandmother for reasons unknown. He walked down the road to where his father lived.
About one hour later, Tim found the place. Only his father was no longer there. His younger half brother was celebrating his fourth birthday. His stepmother saw him standing against the wall. She walked over to him as the older half brother played with the younger one.
"I know why you're here, Tim," she started. Tim looked at her.
"What are their names?" he asked. She looked over at her two babies.
"Ed has the golden hair. Al has the brown hair. Al has the same blue eyes you do, Tim," she explained.
"Where is he? I found him only three years ago when I was eight and my grandmother hunted him down," Tim asked.
"He left," she answered. "He knows you are his son as much as Ed and Al are. Riza was a fling was all he told me. Riza was my best friend in high school until she left. Then, everyone disowned her except your father and me." Tim frowned.
"I wish I knew more about her," Tim said. "I'll be going. Give this Ed and Al. Put it in at account of theirs you started." Tim handed her five dollars. He walked away before Trisha could even answer.
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Riza sighed. She missed Tim terribly for eleven years. Roy had recently found that Hohenheim disappeared and Tim ran away. Roy hugged her when he walked into the room. It was their temporary place. "We'll find him before too long," he whispered into her ear as she closed her eyes.
"I hope you're right," Riza sighed.
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On a train back to central, Tim slept peacefully for the first time in years. According to his grandmother, he was like his mother in his sleeping habits. She also told him how she rejected Riza's request for a job since the rumors were that she died and an imposter was trying to gain her life. Tim dreamed about his first contact with his mother he will have.
Dream One
Tim stood in front of the guards of Central. A tall dark haired man stood beside a blonde woman behind the guards. The woman stared at him with what at first seemed like emotionless eyes. He called out to her. Calling her mom. She flinched and started to cry. The tall man placed his arms around his mother. He ordered the guards to stand away for Riza to see her son. The guards sidestepped and Riza broke from the man's arms. She was about to hug Tim when she was shot through the heart. She collapsed to the ground, blood pooling around her fast. Tim looked at the man who held her. He was shot through the head. When Tim turned around, he awoke.
End of Dream.
Tim awoke in a cold sweat. His dreams were never future teller, but possibilities. He arrived in Central a few minutes later. Tim walked through the town and up to the Central building. At first the guards would not let him in, but they allowed him in after he explained that he was searching for a Riza Hawkeye. They seemed to know who she was and left him after warning him about a Roy Mustang. Tim walked down the halls that the guards directed him. He turned about a corner and smacked into a blonde woman. Her eyes were emotionless. Just like his dream. She blinked a couple of times before getting out her gun.
"I don't know who you are, but I do know you don't belong in here. How did you get past the guards?" she asked.
"They let me in since I'm trying to find someone," Tim answered. The woman reached into her pocket and pulled out at walkie talkie cell phone that the military was known to have.
"Mustang, this is Hawkeye. I have a child here, lost and searching, over," she said into the thing, still keeping her gun low, but within range of shooting if need be.
"Hawkeye, this is Mustang. Bring him or her to my office. Over and out," a crackled voice said through the device. Tim stood there dumbfounded that he found his mother and she pulled a gun on him.
"Do you know who I am?" Tim asked as Riza took him by the arm.
What happens when Riza realizes that Tim is her son? Will she accept him or reject? Will he accept her growing affair with Mustang? Or run away like she had long ago? Tune in the next chapter to find out. Later- LadyKagome215