Return to Hell

Disclaimer I do not own FMAB.

So here's the extra chapter I promised. Looking at how short it is, I would've had to double it up anyway.

Enjoy.

The next morning

Ed woke up slowly that morning, the sky outside was still dark since it was only five, and noticed that Winry was already up. Ed stood and stretched before heading to the kitchen where Winry was cooking, Joseph bundled and secured to her side. He was glad they had taken his uniforms into the cleaners a day before Joseph was born. As they sat and ate breakfast, they talked idly; ignoring the fact that in a few short hours Ed would be gone to war again and Winry would be left home to take care of their newborn son. After breakfast Winry fed Joseph who suckled ravenously while Ed went to their room and changed into his uniform and packed his briefcase. Placing his luggage by the door and then returning to the living room, Ed smiled as Winry burped Joseph.

Hours seemed to go by like seconds and before they knew it, they were being picked up by men in uniform to escort Ed to the train station. They walked to the loading area and it was then that Ed faced his wife and son, knowing full well that this may be the last time he sees them, but he was determined to come back again.

"I love you." Winry whispered before suddenly being pulled into a deep kiss. Relaxing into it, she kissed him back before they parted.

"I love you too." Ed said, his forehead resting on hers as they looked into each others eyes. After a few moments, he kissed her forehead and then her lips again before bending down and kissing his son's forehead.

"Be good for your mom, got it squirt." Ed chuckled to his son who was sucking his fist. Joseph looked up at his father, smiled a toothless grin and giggled before he received a gentle kiss again from his father before his parents embraced.

"Promise you'll be back. If you promise then I know it'll happen." Winry murmured.

"I will do what I can, but be strong for our son." Ed replied, kissing her again before he finally got onto the train and took a seat. The bells whistled before the smoke of the train hissed out and the wheels started to turn. Winry stood there and watched as the train chugged out, and somehow Joseph knew what was going on, his face was set in a frown as he cuddled his mother.

"He'll be back." Winry murmured to her son before turning on her heel and going back to the guards to be taken home. She would be glad that her son was there, that way the house wouldn't be so quiet and alone.

3 days later

Ed got off the train, mentally prepared to go back into combat. That is, until Al and the rest of his team swarmed him with question about the baby.

"So, is it a boy or a girl?" Kran asked.

"Birth date?" Marks asked

"Look more like you or her?" Makuto asked.

"What did you guys name it?" Philips asked.

"Guys, let my brother breathe please." Al chuckled. Ed smirked at his brother before looking back to them.

"We have a son, he was born on March twenty second, he looks almost just like me with splashes of Winry thrown in, and his name is Joseph Van Elric." Ed replied. Al smiled.

"Dad would be proud." Al chuckled.

"I know. Looks like I got here after most of the fighting has been done." Ed snickered.

"Yeah, but don't expect it to last long and don't expect a full night's sleep." Kran said.

"Amy, I just spent two nights in a home with a newborn baby that wakes up every three hours trust me, that won't be new." Ed snickered. They talked a little more before Ed and Al went to their bunker and Ed sat down to write a letter to Winry, letting her know he had gotten back ok.

"Starting the letter chain up again." Al chuckled.

"Hey, you're just as bad." Ed replied.

"I know." Al admitted. A comfortable silence passed between them before Al spoke up again.

"So I get to leave in about a week." Al said.

"Congrats." Ed smiled.

"What was it like being home?" Al asked.

"You'll see." Ed smiled before putting the letter in the box at the door.

2 days later

The zapping lights of transmutation sparked through the air, followed by the loud booming and explosions that were sure to follow. The rocks and debris around them were littered with the dead and dying, blood was soaking into the land like a sun dried sponge and the air was acrid with the pungent scent of death. A gust of wind blew through the small quiet area as Ed walked through it, his eyes smoldering, and as the wind blew, tiny flecks of dirt and dust tickled across the bridge of his nose. He was listening for anything that could cause him to wind back up in the hospital.

"Die Amestrian dog!" a man shouted as he threw a grenade. Ed acted fast, clapping his hands and hitting the ground, making the earth rise into a sloped tube to direct the grenade back at the thrower as Ed then created another wall to avoid any debris. The explosion went off and the man let out a dying breath of agony as he was blown to bits. Ed walked over to the remains of the man.

"I know you were doing this for your country, but I have people back home just like you, and you shouldn't have picked a war with this country." Ed said before he started walking away again. The air had the fresh scent of sulfur and burned flesh. He knew he didn't have the luxury of looking away from those who he killed, and he knew that he shouldn't, they would always remember him, and so he should remember them. The southern sun beat down on him as he heard explosions off in the distance.

"Looks like I'm needed. It just seems that no matter how many we take down, more seem to just materialize from out of nowhere." Ed groaned as he walked towards the fighting, knowing that by the end of the day, more would fall at his hand.

If this is anything like Ishval, then it truly is hell on earth. Ed thought as he walked towards his hell.

So, again, I hoped you liked it. I will try to be more on time with my posts. So, until next Saturday, please, R&R.