Author's Note: Well hello... it's been awhile since I wrote a story. There's not much to say about this one, just that it has spoilers for the end of the series, and that it's just a drabble.
FMA belongs to Hiromu Arakawa & Square-Enix.

If We Met In Dreams…
By Kusabi

How did I get myself into this situation…?
The question had formed in his head a million times. Not that the answer was worth a damn, but Edward just wanted to make sense of what had happened over the past few years. Putting his brother's soulinto a suit of armor, uncovering a dark plot within the military, and being sent to a place completely devoid of alchemy, with little hope of returning home… it wasn't the easiest series of events for a young man from Amestris to go through.
Yet, the strangest thing of all for him was the chance meeting with Alfons Heidrich – a man who bared a startling resemblance to his younger brother. They had been working on rocketry together since they met in Transylvania. Now, back in Germany, they were to show the rocket they built at a carnival. Alfons was excited – after all, Rudolf Hess, some important military official, was going to be there.
But Edward could care less.
He was happy for Alfons, truly. However, he found himself losing interest in rocketry. Lately, images of his former life began haunting his dreams. It had been nearly two years since he had crossed through the gate, and the last year and a half had been relatively nightmare-free. Recently, though, dreams of Amestris came at him with increasing frequency.
Every night, in those dreams, he would see his brother. Every single time, he would chase after him, but never come any closer. Apologies choked back in his throat, refusing to come out.
But even so, words would never be enough.
Everything they had gone through… Edward felt as though it was his fault. The failed attempt at recreating their mother, the loss of Al's body, and the creation of the Philosopher's Stone, at the expense of others' lives. Had they not gone down that path, at his urging, would things have been different? The immense amount of personal guilt tugged at his mind.
Al was only a shadow in his dreams. He never spoke, only stared, then walked away. Until tonight.
"Brother, it's not your fault. And we'll meet again… I promise."
At that, Ed awoke with a start.
"A promise, huh? I'll hold you to that…"
It didn't take long for him to fall back asleep. No dreams filled his head for the rest of the night.