Nevermore Sister

Once

He watched her fall asleep by the furnace. She was unaware of his presence. That was the only way he could get close to her. To be invisible was the best way. It left him drained though. He couldn't reach out to her, couldn't talk to her, and hold her in her pain to ease it. What he did hurt him more than it did her. But he was only following his revenge on the family. He only had three more to take care of and he'll be free from that memory.

But he can't help but dwell on that tense night. He remembered it quite well with great detail. He would never forget the day he witnessed true human transmutation… the birth of a child… his child.

He remembered it being very dark, at the peak of night when he heard the first painful cry of that girl in her first contraction. Her deep pants for air and the sound of bones cracking as she put as much force on the iron headboard of the bed she delivered on.

She was alone. She was left to birth the child on her own without any help. She had to do everything herself. That was a task no woman should ever go through. Being alone in childbirth is torture on the mind and soul. At least, that's what he thought. He so wanted to change and be with her. But something held him back. Something he knew but didn't know.

So he stayed there, hiding outside of the window to the small three-room house she lived in. When he heard her crying, he changed into a black cat and perched on the windowsill. He watched her, transfixed on the scene before him. He remembered catching her eye and that brief smile she gave him before throwing her head back in another great scream to announce her pain.

He didn't move as he watched it all. Little by little the head of his creation creeps further out into the world. A shoulder, then another shoulder and finally some arms followed that head. He was amazed at how careful she was as she managed to stop long enough to clean out the child's mouth and nose. The look she had was determination. She was determined to bring the kid into the world.

Then the pushing resumed and a few moments later, the entire body of the child was now free of the small space that housed him for nine months. Envy couldn't believe what she had done, and had trouble proving it to himself. He leaped down from the sill and pranced over to the bed, jumping up onto it just as she was wrapping up the baby.

Skye placed the baby on the bed, allowing the cat to look at him. Envy looked down into the face of his son. He put his face close to the baby to sniff the bundle. It had a scent he couldn't quite recognize. But it was comforting in a strange sort of way. He turned his head to the girl.

"Well cat," she said softly. "He needs a name. You're my witness. I do need to give him a name…"

Envy waited. She took a few minutes to think her eyes staring at the bundle in front of her. She smiled.

"I'll name him Tuomas," she whispered. "Tuomas William Elric."

She used that name, he thought. She used the name I once had. Why? Why did she use that horrid name?

He caught the slight movement from the wrapped up baby. Looking closely, Envy saw the eyes. He opened them complete and stared at Envy's cat form. Golden eyes graced the face of the boy. Dark hair on the top of his head that would eventually turn to a golden color.

He looks like my original form, he thought to himself. Now I get it.

Yes… he remembered that night well. That was first and last time he was ever going to see that girl purely happy about something. But what's done is done. He can't change that. Taking the life of that child was vital to his plan. Besides, it was a good thing. He was beginning to show understanding in alchemy. That would be one less alchemists he had to worry about if he got too strong.

Envy took one last look at the memory and one last look at the sleeping girl on the bench. He frowned. He had to forget that and move forward. He still had more of his plan to put in action. He has to foil her cover up to the Brothers. He had work to do.

After all… this was only going to happen once. He won't let himself think about the past ever again. Especially about this subject.

A/N: YAY! I did it. I made another chapter. I'm soo happy for myself. Cookies and danishes for all! Reviews would be lovely right now. All who do get a slice of my mom's blue ribbon German Chocolate cake and a new chapter. Thanks to The Pathetic Writer who directed me in this direction for this chappy. THANKS!