Of all things, I have a job now, yet I still find time to write and update my stories. Heh, don't know how I do it, I just do. I'm exhausted right now though, so I need to get home and go to bed. (Yes, I work the night shift. Fun stuff.)

Disclaimer: I do not own FullMetal Alchemist. Come back some other time for a witty saying. I'm too tired to be creative.

After a long day of commanding the lower officers, Edward retired to the dorm room where his host resided. No, Ed wasn't the least bit tired, but his host was, and he didn't want to harm him.

Edward scanned the room and whistled. These accommodations were a lot better than the ones he had back when he was still alive. This man was a Brigadier General, so his accommodations were even better than Colonel Mustang's. He chuckled at that thought. Imagine him giving orders to Colonel Mustang.

He noticed a guitar leaning against the wall, so he went and picked it up. (Do you play the guitar?) he asked his host.

(Why are you asking me? Why would you even care?)

(Listen, just because I've crossed over doesn't mean I'm evil,) said Edward, (You should really be thanking me, because had I not shown up, you and your men would be dead right now.)

His host was silent for a moment, and then said, (I've played around with that guitar from time to time.)

(Do you mind if I try?) Edward asked. It was strange that he was trying to be so polite to the person whose body he possessed, but he really didn't like people to be afraid of him…unless he had intended it.

(Uh, sure, go ahead and try,) said the man.

Edward took the guitar and tuned it up. He hadn't played in so long, he wasn't sure if he still knew how, but he wanted to try.

He strummed a chord. Yes, that sounded right. He chuckled. He remembered how he and Al used to often communicate difficult issues using a guitar as a base for their communication. Basically, one brother would ask a question in song, and then hand the guitar over to the other for the answer. After they had started their long quest, they hadn't been able to do that, but the memories were just as pleasant. What was that last song they had sun, just before going on their journey? Edward strummed another chord. Yes, that's how it went. He strummed a few more chords and began to sing.

Come and follow me, Brother; follow me on my journey.

Though I cannot tell you just what lies in store.

There could be joy and there could be sorrow.

But we'll stick together, that's what brothers are for.

I want you, I need you,

I'll follow and lead you,

Just please come along, I plead with you.

Come and follow me, Brother, follow me on my journey.

We'll soon end the pain, and we'll hurt no more.

Edward smiled, and then continued with Al's answer.

Yes, I'll follow you, Brother; follow you on your journey.

Wherever life leads you, I'll be there with you.

Through every joy and through every sorrow,

Through laughter and crying, I'll be right there too.

I'll help you, I'll guide you,

I'll be right beside you,

And when the time comes, I'll cry with you.

Yes, I'll follow you, Brother; follow you on your journey.

Through hardship and strife, I'll come closer to you.

Edward stopped playing, and sighed. A tear rolled down his face. It was a good thing that he was in a living body, since he hated not being able to cry. Many men try to hide their vulnerable sides, but now that Edward had crossed over, he realized how valuable a simple tear was. He closed his eyes, let out a sob, and started crying.

Back in the woods, Al and Roy had once again made camp, and were sitting by the fire, meditating on the events of the day. Tears began to prick at Al's eyes, and before long, he was crying, though he had no idea why. It was so ridiculous that he should be crying for no reason at all like this, but he was.

Roy placed a hand on Al's shoulder. "Alphonse, don't be too hard on yourself. I realized when I say your brother struggle with expressing himself last night how valuable the ability to cry was. Don't be ashamed of a few tears."

"But there's no reason that I should be crying," said Al, madly wiping away tears.

Roy thought for a minute, and then said, "I've heard of this phenomenon before, but had never actually observed it, because there are very few siblings as close as you and your brother are."

"What phenomenon?"

"Sibling telepathy," answered Roy, "Edward is probably sad right now, and so you are crying for him."

"Such things actually occur?" asked Al, wiping more tears from his eyes. Roy nodded. Al suddenly remembered Ed having said something about Winry crying for them when they wouldn't cry. She was like a sister to them, so perhaps is affected her too. Yes, the whole sibling telepathy idea did actually make sense, now that he thought about it.

"So, what can I do for Brother, since he's sad right now?" asked Al.

"I don't really know," said Roy, "But you could always try to send him some good thoughts."

That was a good an idea as any, so Al closed his eyes, focused on his brother, and tried to send some pleasant thoughts his way.

Edward stopped crying and wiped the tears from his eyes. He felt better now, though he couldn't say why. He felt…well…comforted, like Al had given him a pat on the back and said, "Cheer up, Brother, everything's going to be okay." A small smile played at his lips.

(You really are human, aren't you?) said Edward's host.

(Whatever gave you the idea that I wasn't?)

(Well…being possessed isn't the most pleasant experience,) said the man.

(Yes, I know, I'm sorry,) said Edward, (But I have a mission to fulfill, and I need a living body to do it.)

(Is it easier to fulfill your mission in someone else's body?) asked the man.

Edward shook his head even though he was communicating telepathically. (No, it would be a lot easier if I could be in my own body, but I need a living body.)

(What if I told you that my team of men just discovered something that could make that possible?) asked the man.

(You know of a way to bring me back to life?) said Edward, surprised, (Why are you telling me this?)

(Well,) said the man, (I just figured out how to tap into your thoughts, and I saw everything that has occurred in the past few days. I want to help you accomplish your mission in any way I can.)

Wow, this man was smarter than he thought. That could possibly be a good thing. (Show me this discovery of yours.)

The man got up, and went to the place where they had stored Edward's body. He would have to transfer his spirit back into that body once again. Sigh. Would the transferring never end? After placing the man's hands on his body, so that there would be a physical connection between the bodies, Edward reentered his own body, and stood up. The Brigadier General motioned for him to follow.

He led Edward to one of their storage facilities, where he retrieved a small metal box. Upon opening it, a green light burst out that was so bright and powerful that it even surprised Edward. The Brigadier General reached into the box and pulled out a green pendant, which became apparent that it was the source of the light as soon as he pulled it out.

"Wear this, and you will live," said the Brigadier General, "Take it off, and you will die."

"Do you mean that this stone can grant me life?" Edward was shocked and skeptical at the same time.

"In a way, yes. You see, the only reason that you're not alive is because you're lacking the energy necessary to sustain life. You still have a soul and body, but you're incapable of manufacturing that life-force energy that living beings do. This stone has a life force of its own, with plenty of energy to spare. As long as you wear it, you'll live." He handed the pendant to Edward, who promptly put it around his neck.

Edward gasped. He could feel something strange happening in his body. What was going on? He pulled off his left glove. The exposed bones were disappearing underneath a new layer of healthy flesh. That must have been what was happening in the rest of his body. He was alive!

"I can't believe it! I'm alive!" shouted Edward.

"Hush!" The Brigadier General clamped his hand over Edward's mouth. "We would both be in big trouble if we got caught."

Edward scratched his head, enjoying the fact that his hair didn't fall out anymore. "Oh, right. Sorry, I just got a little excited, I guess."

"I understand that, but you need to be more careful." The man paused for a second, and then asked, "So what's the first thing that you're going to do, as a living being?"

"The first thing I need to do is find Al and Roy before someone else does."

"Good plan," said the Brigadier General, "I'll do whatever I can here. If I can find a way to call off the search, I will."

"Thank you, I really appreciate your help," said Edward.

"Don't thank me. I should be thanking you for all you've done and are still doing. If you'll still alive after this whole ordeal is over, I'll see to it that you're rewarded."

"I don't need any kind of reward or recognition," said Edward, "My brother's health and happiness is payment enough for me."

The Brigadier General smiled, and grasped Edward's hand, giving is a single pump. "I wish you the best of luck."

"Thank you. The same goes for you." With that, he turned and began heading back into the wilderness, on his quest to be reunited with Al and Roy.

Thanks for reading, now please leave me a review! Also, feel free to check out some of my other stories, as I either have just updated them or will very soon. Have you all checked out my oneshot "Lost and Found Characters" yet? If not, you'd better check it out, before I sic zombie Ed on you. Heh. I'm going to be uploading another oneshot soon too, though I have no idea whether it'll stay a oneshot. We'll see. Hehe.

Oh, by the way, one of my readers, Alchemy Otaku, is writing a story based off of my "Lost and Found Characters" story. It's really good, you should go and read it. It's called "One Last Chance".

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