Yay! Thank you for the reviews! The next chapter will be longer as this one is pitifully short. There will be more of Ed's pov as well.

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Roy spoke seriously into the silence at the other end of the phone line.

At the end of Roy's explanation for his call the silence stretched on but he knew Al was still there, he could hear his rapid breathing.

"When will you be leaving for central?" Roy asked

"Immediately Colonel." Al said at once, his voice was shaken and harsh. What Roy had to say hadn't been easy to hear.

"Upon you're arrival I will have you picked up from the train station by a military car. It will bring you straight here, I do not want you confronting your brother until I have spoken to you in my office. Is that understood?" Roy said in a detached way, he had hardly gotten over the shock of what Ed had done; the photographs were still spread over his desk. But he knew what he was doing.

Or at least, what he was going to do about it.

"Goodbye colonel." Al said the shaking in his voice was more pronounced.

"Everything will work out fine Al." Roy said quietly "Goodbye."

There was a click as Al put the phone down. The line went dead.

Sighing Roy replaced his phone receiver.

He couldn't believe Ful – Ed.

Ed.

What are you thinking? What has happened to reduce you to cutting yourself?

The image of the loud, angry, confident blond wouldn't merge with Roy's new image of Ed.

He'd given no sign of anything being out of the ordinary, it had been Roy's gut feeling and the combination of the two minute signals, the flickering of Ed's eye lids when he had asked if he was ok, and the single drop of blood on the corridor floor that had aroused his suspicion and lead to the uncovering of the reason behind his strange behaviour.

It had been darker then anything Roy had thought.

Once again Roy looked over the photos spread across his desk.

There had been three photos in the envelope Hughes had given him.

There was the one Roy had first seen of Ed sitting in a café. There was one of Ed sitting on some stone stairs at night in the rain, dripping wet as he sat with his knees clutched up to his chest, his face buried in his folded arms.

There was also a close up picture of Ed's wrist clearly showing the scabbed, half healed gashes across his wrist.

A shudder ran through his body as Roy ran a hand across his eyes in a mixture of sadness, fear and anger.

What could have happened to make Ed do this? What must he be feeling to make him think cutting was his only way out?

What if he hadn't noticed? Or if he had ignored it as childish behaviour?

Inwardly Roy shuddered, knowing all too well that it could indeed have happened. If it had gone unnoticed, would Ed have continued?

Would Ed have…?

Roy's mind went blank, unable to finish the thought.

With deadened eyes Roy stared over the pictures.

Ed still had no idea that Roy knew, but all of that would be changing in a number of hours…

Suddenly anger flashed across the void in his mind.

How could Ed have done this!

Did he not have Ed's trust?

In the past if Ed had needed help Roy had given it, it didn't matter how he had done it, thought taunting or banter, he had given it.

For all those years.

How could Ed have kept these things to himself? Even if Al wasn't here he should know he could come to him any time to talk!

Unable to remain still Roy leapt up and paced his office furiously, clutching his hands together behind his back.

Storming back over to his desk he snatched up his phone. With a click the phone was answered.

"Yes colonel?" a female voice answered.

"Get Hughes in here." He snapped.

He needed to talk to the man; he had got the photos of Ed. He wanted to know the extent of what Ed was doing to himself.

Besides, if he didn't speak to him soon then there would be no one to hold him back from beating the crap out of Ed to make him realise his mistake when his self restrain finally snapped.

Gritting his teeth he continued his pacing, snapping his fingers every few seconds causing small bursts of fire to appear above his hand.

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There was a click as Roy's office door opened.

Hughes walked sombrely into the room to find his friend pacing furiously, snapping his fingers every couple of steps to create a small fire ball in the air above his hand.

It was pretty much what he'd expected. He'd known Roy would freak out. Hell, he'd been freaking out. He'd nearly flipped out himself when he first realised what Ed was doing.

But Roy had obviously known that something was up. That at least was comforting.

Suddenly seeing Hughes Roy stopped his pacing.

"Maes. I want you to tell me the extent of what Ed has been doing. Then I'm going to tell you what we're going to do about it. Al is on his way as we speak." Roy said his voice harsh out of anger that wasn't directed at Hughes. "So what has he been doing?"

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I know that this is supposed to be a depressing story but I'm really enjoying writing it as I've never written anything like this! I'm glad you people like it! Well, if you do, review!