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"Oh... look at him Edward. I think he's finally sleeping," the young, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, woman directed towards the man standing beside her. "He's so beautiful."

"Yeah," came the one-worded answer. He gazed at the year-old child peacefully slumbering in a wooden crib. Edward had made the crib for his baby, using alchemy to decorate it with carven dragons, horses, children, and the such. He had made it the moment they had found out that Winry was pregnant. He had also proceeded to paint the room baby-blue and get dark curtains to block out unruly light. Winry had only known for the baby two days, when all of the preparations had been made.

Slowly backing out of the doorway, Winry beckoned Ed to follow suit, and soon they were silently shutting the door. They heard the tumblers fall into place and let out a sigh. Tonight, they might be able to sleep. They had been up almost every night, feeding the baby, burping the baby, changing the baby, cuddling the baby.

Edward looked to Winry and could tell she was suffering from sleep deprivation. Her eyes had rings under them and her hair was disheveled. He sighed. She was still the most gorgeous woman he had ever laid eyes on.

The couple walked down the staircase in utter silence. They headed for the kitchen, Winry heading towards the coffee pot. She gave a 'do you want some' look to Ed and he nodded. It was his turn to stay up and feed the child.

He groaned and mumbled, "Winry, that child is the best thing that's ever happened to use. It's a blessing. But it's killing me!"

She laughed humorlessly and responded, "Me too. But he's so precious. Caffeinated, right?"

"Wha? Oh, yeah, sure. Coffee. Yeah, caffeinated. You get some rest."

"Are you sure?" She studied his face intensely. "Maybe you need to get the rest. You have rings under your eyes."

"I could say the same thing for you."

Winry laughed again, this time truly. "Alright. But don't work yourself too hard. I know you're still practicing putting on a diaper."

Ed groaned. "Why can't I just use alchemy?"

"Because, it would scare the baby. And it's no fair that I can't," Winry retorted, sounded childish.

Edward left it at that. He wasn't in the mood to argue with his wife. They were both irritable and a disagreement so petty could last for hours. Or at least until they collapsed from exhaustion.

Winry gently placed a mug on the wooden table that Ed was sitting at and left the room without another word. He watched her go before taking a sip. The taste didn't agree with his tongue, but coffee kept him awake long enough to-

He let out a big yawn.

Taking another sip, he heard a knock on the door. The little wall clock in the kitchen read 3 o'clock in the morning. Wondering who it could be, Edward hoisted himself from his chair and went to answer the door. Rubbing his eyes, he undid the flimsy lock and opened the door mumbling, "What do you want?"

A sharp pain was felt in his shoulder and he dropped his mug to grab at it. The mug shattered and he screamed in pain as another wave of pain passed through his shoulder again. He looked up at the intruder and saw Lust, standing there with her fingers dug into his left shoulder.

Edward's eyes flashed with rage and he grabbed the needle-like fingers, breaking one in two. Lust scowled and contained her pain.

Quickly, Edward fell back into the house, transmuting his arm into a blade, and shouted a warning up to Winry. He felt a pain in his stomach and looked down to see more of her fingers had impaled him. Ed gasped for breath. The wind had been knocked out of him, and with each breath, pain washed over him.

Taking control of his hurt, Edward managed to shout up again to Winry and take a stab at Lust's fingers. They pulled out of his flesh just in time to be saved from amputation.

Edward fell to the ground and tried to pull himself back up. Lust looked down at him with cold sympathy. Sympathy from a person who only pretends to care. She whispered, "Sorry, boy. But we'll be taking your child."

Eyes flashing in anger, Ed jumped to his feet and began to wildly stab at the Sin. He was angry, so his blows were stonger. But they also had more momentum, which made recovery time shorter and time he was left open, longer.

Lust just kept dodging like it was nothing. After a minutes, Ed was breathless, whilst Lust had conserved her energy and was ready to finish the job she had set out to do.

Edward was on his hands and knees panting. A terrible fear was consuming him. He felt so helpless. At least he had warned Winry. She had probably gotten the child and herself far away from here by now. He swallowed and felt a salty tear stream down his cheek. There was a lump in his throat and he tried swallowing again. No good. Instead, he coughed.

Carefully, Lust positioned her finger around Ed's throat, so at any given moment, a quick execution could be accomplished. She wanted to tell the Fullmetal boy something before she killed him, but only if he cooperated. Bending down, Lust breathed, "We aren't going to kill your precious baby, boy. We need him. Can you tell me his name?"

Edward grinded his teeth. His eyes were filled with hatred. He spat in her face.

Lust wiped away the abomination with her free hand. She didn't act angry, but inside was completely furious. She wanted to pulverize him the most brutal way possible. But she resisted. Lust was about to apply pressure to Edward's neck when she heard a gunshot go off and felt blood trickle down her face. She turned to see a frightened young woman, presumably Edward's wife.

"Winry, why are you here! Run! Please, take Collin with you and run!" he pleaded.

By his reaction, Lust could tell she was right in her assumption. And now she knew the child's name. Edward Elric had no more value to her. With a simple, deliberate motion, she ended his life.

Winry screamed as she saw Ed get decapitated by a figure whom she had just shot in the head. She wanted to run to him and save his body, but she also felt she should run and save the child. Or should she fight? Deciding on the later, Winry fired two whole rounds into the figure's head. The figure ignored them just like a horse does flies, and continued to slowly advance.

Fear gripped Winry and she dropped her only defense and ran, heading toward's the baby's room. The door knob was in reach. Winry extended her hand and turned the knob. The baby was in sight. Running towards him, she reached the crib... to find it was empty. The window was open, the curtains swaying in the breeze. Winry screamed. Frantically, she looked out the window and saw two male silhouettes getting into a car. She then saw the figure that had been chasing her get into the car. Then, they sped off.

Sprinting out of the baby's room, Winry practically leapt the stairs. When she reached the bottom however, she realized to her horror that the house was in flames. Her exit was blocked. She was doomed to burn alive.

Crawling over to Ed's body, she cuddled it as silent tears ran down her face. She heard the structure crackle as it caught fire, and thought of jumping from the second story. Gathering up Edward's head, she coughed and choked as she searched for the stairs. Finding them, she raced up them. Unaware that they were on fire below and unsafe, she ascended them without caution. And they collapsed.

Winry was staked by a wooden board, and she slowly slid down it, watching Edward's head roll away. Her vision became fuzzy as she felt flames lick her. Or was she already on fire. It didn't matter. She was doomed.

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"That thing is absolutely disgusting," snapped Envy as the baby let some dribble slide out of its mouth.

Lust ignored the comment and began to tickle the child with the fingers she had used to kill its father. The baby giggled, unaware of the tragedy that had just taken place. Smiling down at him, Lust cooed, "I'm your mommy now, Collin. But it doesn't mean you'll be able to slack off."

"Collin?" shrieked Envy. "Now you're naming the bastard?"

Eyeing him icily, Lust continued to play with the child. The three of them, Lust, Pride, and Envy, were seated in a spacious car, Pride driving. They had waited six years for this moment, and now their master was desperately weak. She still had quite a bit more waiting, but now the child was in their hands.

The car went over a bump and the baby started to cry. Lust rocked him and Envy gave it venomous looks. It was an uncomfortable situation, and Pride was trying to stay the silent chauffeur. The car glided along smoothly the rest of the way to the designated meeting place, where the homunculus were to ditch their car and hop into a new one, to throw off any military intelligence. No doubt that there'd be a nation wide search for the baby of Edward Elric, hero and savior of the people.

The new car was less spacious, to all of the homunculus's disliking. They didn't complain, however. Even in her weakened state, their master could still destroy them all. And that was the last thing they wanted now that they were so close to the Philosopher's Stone.

The homunculus positioned themselves for the long, boring car ride. It would take nearly a full day of driving. With a baby. It took only thirty minutes for the crying, an hour for the bad smell, and three for Envy to lose his temper.

It took the power of both Lust and Pride to calm Envy down, and Pride almost veered off of the road. The fact the shapeshifter's temper was already short did not make the task of transporting the child any easier. Their master could have assigned another to the task, but she had been in a foul mood of recent. She was grumpy and sending the angriest Sin of all was her way of revenge.

"Damn that old lady," screamed Envy, ripping out part of his seat cushion. He then proceeded to tear that piece up into shreds.

The baby only cried louder. It was as though Envy and Collin were seeing who could make the most noise. The cursing grew more frequent and the wailing grew louder. Up front, Pride gripped the stearing wheel tightly, his knuckles white. The car began to move jerkily.

"Envy! Be quiet! You're scaring him!" raged Lust.

Envy retorted, "Your death claws aren't exactly fluffy and nice!"

"Well at least I'm not trying to make Pride crash the car!"

"I'm not either!"

The car swerved off of the road and Pride managed to dodge a large pine. He stopped the car completely, now that danger was out of the way. Not that the homunculi were in any danger, but the human baby was a rather delicate sack of meat. Swiveling around to face the backseat, he shouted, "If I crash, and that baby dies, the master will kill us!" he emphasized the word 'kill.' Then he continued to shout, "So put aside your squabbling for a few more hours so this human can be safely brought to master's house! I will not be blamed for your incompetence!"

The backseat was silent. Pride seemed pleased with himself as he maneuvered the car back onto the road and started going again. The rest of the ride to the mansion was uneventful and rather blissfully, silent.

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It took all of an hour for Colonel Roy Mustang to hear that Edward Elric's charred bones had been found, his head disconnected from his body. And Winry's bones beside his, impaled on a burnt black support.

It took all of two and a half hours for Colonel Roy Mustang to hop a train to Resembool with a highly specialized investigations team, who had trained their whole lives for a case like this.

It took all of five seconds for Colonel Roy Mustang to start crying like a child. All the way there, he was silent, sitting opposite the beautiful First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye. She knew he was crying, but pretended to ignore it. The fact the Flame Alchemist, Colonel Roy Mustang was crying, would do his pride no honor. But if Roy had cared about his pride more than the death of Edward, would he be crying?

After departing the dreary train ride, Roy dreaded going to see the remains of his dear friend. But having Riza there gave him courage to keep going, and he lead his investigations team to the house that he had so long ago memorized the route to. Memories flooded him.

The time Edward had needed his automail fixed up when he actually grew an inch. The automail shop was set on a green hill, dotted with maples and oaks. A large black dog with a comical expression trotting out to meet visitors.

The death of Edward's guardian, Pinako Rockbell, age seventy-nine. The simple headstone which had, 'mother, grandmother, friend, guardian, best mechanic ever' engraved into it.

The ending of Edward and Alphonse's search for the Philosopher's Stone. Moving in with Winry and the automail shop. The beginning of their romantic relationship.

The wedding of Winry and Edward was clear in his mind. The beautiful white flowers, Winry's gown, Alphonse standing as Edward's best man, the look on Edward's face as they kissed and were pronounced husband and wife.

The excited telephone call from the hospital at one in the morning, from Ed, who was screaming that he had a son, and his name was Collin. The memory of the little bundle that brought one man so much joy. A helpless package that the miracle of life brings.

Riza snapped Roy out of his wonderful memories by saluting and saying softly, "We're here, sir. This is... the Elric's residence."

An ensign snorted. "Or what's left of it."

Roy turned to the man and had half a mind to unleash flames onto him. He was too depressed to do so, however. Walking through what used to be the doorway, he made his way through the charred rubble, gazing teary eyed at all of the wreckage. It was a disaster. Edward had only been twenty-one when he had died. Winry even younger. And their baby...

A tear slid down Roy's cheek and his shoulder's tightened as he suppressed more. Riza reached out to comfort him, but he held his hand up to stop her. Riza understood.

Grimly walking over to the already present intelligence team, Roy asked, "Have you confirmed the cause of death of the three victims yet?"

"What do you mean?" queried a younger officer.

Roy pinched the bridge of his nose. "How did Edward die?"

The younger man looked over some notes. Sighing, he responded in a low voice, "Decapitation, sir."

"Winry?" tried Riza.

She was unauthorized to ask this, but the officer answered anyway. "We are unsure of the cause of death. She was impaled by that support beam," he motioned to a large, blackened, wooden support beam sitting on a table the IT (Intelligence Team) had set up. "But was also on fire. We are working right now to figure out which-"

Roy covered his ears. He didn't want to hear the rest. Almost to afraid to ask, Roy said, "And what of the infant?"

The man scanned his notes again. Shaking his head he apologized. "I'm sorry, sir. There wasn't any child's corpse."

"So... so that means..?"

"Yes sir," said the officer. "The child is still alive."

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Next chapter, we fast forward a little. - you guys realize how OLD Mustang is getting in my fic, right? I mean, he's starting to wrinkle! Well, not yet, at least. But very soon!

I'm very sorry for the angsty, depressing:o( chapter, but they had to go sometime! -.- I be no good at angst. -sigh-

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And any comments to improve the plot, please let me know!