TrySton: Really sorry about the wait I want to write more of this story it's just that I get distracted easily and well school… I'll try and post a new chapter once a month or two month. And this chapter I'm shooting for two thousand words oh yea!

Summary: What happened if Kimblee didn't interfere and Pride took Edward's body as his new vessel? Now know one knows where the gifted alchemist has gone. Rated T for swearing. Slight Royed Royxed

'Italics '- thoughts, or something written or typed.

bold anger

underlined stressing a word, or double meaning.

Rating for this chapter: k+ for violence, couple of swearing words, and fluff~ also HavocxHawkeye

Episode Two: The Storm

The sun radiantly shown making its self known as summer approached. In Central, people were up to their normal routine; mothers where taking a peaceful walk with their children, young boys were walking their dogs while their little sisters laughed and twirled in the heat. It was a regular day in Central, Amerstris.

Alphonse Elric surveyed his surroundings. He stood at the top of the stairs in Headquarters while Vato Falman came running behind him carrying a suitcase with his left hand and a jacket draped over his shoulder.

"I swear Brigadier-General Mustang must really dislike me. Everyone gets to go home today except me!" He whined slumping against the wall and wiping his forehead with the back of his hand,

"Fuery's gone home to see his girlfriend. Hawkeye and Havoc dragged Mustang to a bar and Breda is at home with air conditioning sitting on the couch listening to the radio! But how come I'm the only one who has to work today!" Falman ranted and Al smiled.

"It's not that bad Vato, I'm here. And besides I really appreciate you helping me" Alphonse looked towards the tired second Lieutenant. "Plus, if Brigadier-General Mustang didn't care about you he would not have given you such an important job of escorting me to Resembool"

The second Lieutenant smiled and straightened up. "Your right ,Al, he does care!" Falman cheered a new gleam in his eye. Alphonse smiled and laughed "let's get going them; you have the tickets right?" Alphonse asked as he started slowly going down the steps with his crutches. The younger Elric paused and looked behind him as he heard no reply. "I knew I forgot something, I'm a failure!"Vato cried with his head down and depression striking his being. Al sighed at second Lieutenants childishness and looked up at the blazing sun, releasing one of his hands from the crutch to block the glare from his eyes.

'Hold on brother…we'll find you …eventually'

Brigadier-General Mustang groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

"Captain, Havoc" He paused. "Why'd the hell did you have to take me to a bar!" He tried to remain calm.

"Because, Chief you need to lighten up and enjoy yourself.-"Jean started

"Brigadier-General Mustang sir...You haven't been taking care of yourself recently, and everyone's becoming worried" Riza finished cutting off Havoc.

"I see your concern Captain. I just don't want myself getting drunk tonight. I'm on my path to becoming Führer and I can't screw up now." He paused looking at her directly.

"Look Roy." Jean stepped closer to him resting a hand on Roy's shoulder. "We all can see it... Ever since Edward went missing you've just fell to pieces. The only thing that affected you this much was Hughes death…" Roy tensed at the mentions of his friend and shot his gaze down.

"Sir" Riza began."It's been the same cycle everyday since you obtained your eye sight back, you would drink in till you had gotten drunk and take home a random guest..." She shifted her eyes to Havoc and watched as he gave a reassuring smile then she shifted her gaze back to Roy's down casted figure. "Then you would come in every Morning with a hangover then I would have to send you back home. But these last few days you have been sober…but not yourself. There is no passion in your eyes, nor will. Edward may be dead but that isn't a reason to give up on life! Sir. We care about you and we can't see you like this." She ended her rant her voice softening towards the end.

"We need to get you a girlfriend, Chief!" Havoc smiled wrapping his arm around his ex- superior.

Roy pulled his gaze from the ground to look at Havoc. He then pinched the bridge of his nose again in frustration.

Riza sighed and grabbed her superiors head. "Please sir. Just tonight relax"

"Come on, at least Riza isn't pointing a gun to your head. Relax have a few beers dance with a few ladies. You' know it's not that hard to just let loose for a while and stop becoming so rigid." Havoc looked around spotting a blond sitting by herself he smirked and led Roy over to her.

"Havoc I order you-"Roy narrowed his eyes

"Hi, this is my friend Roy; I'm just wondering if you're free for the night and would like to dance with him. You' know he's just kind of shy" Jean smiled and laughed as he shoved Roy in front of himself and stepped back a little.

The blonde smiled as Roy looked a bit nervous and really wanted to 'snap' at his ex-colleague.

"Hi I'm Caroline, Roy? Correct?" she asked holding out a hand. Havoc gave a nudge with his elbow to Roy's back.

"Yes..."Mustang placed a fake tired smile on his face. "Would you like something to drink, or would you mind dancing first" Brigadier-General Mustang held out a hand for her. She simply laughed and took it. Roy led her off then shot a glare back to Havoc over his shoulder.

Havoc returned to Riza's side and watched the newly pair sit down and order drinks.

"Mission accomplished" Jean cheered brushing off his hand then putting them on his hips. "I hope you know this isn't going to end well for you tomorrow" Riza smiled. Havoc shrugged "It's worth it to see the chief happy".

Havoc and Hawkeye stood in silence for a bit afterward before Jean's eyes darted to Riza. To Jean she looked so different out of her normal issued uniform; her hair was down cascading down her tanned back. She wore a dress spaghetti strapped and the color of rosé.

"Um, Captain?" Jean's face tinted pink as he held out a hand for Riza. Hawkeye turned towards him and raised an eyebrow.

"I mean why not, the Brigadier-General has some company why shouldn't I?" Havoc gave a small smile and rubbed the back of his head shyly, nervousness clearly present in his voice.

"Your just taking many chances tonight aren't you Jean?" She gave a small laugh and took his hand. Havoc led her to an area clear of any other dancers. Riza put her placed her hand on Jean's shoulder and he rested his hand on her hip. A few moments passed and they just swayed together casually making small talk.

The song ended and Jean caught a glimpse of Roy gesturing for them to join him and his surprisingly drunk 'date'.

Havoc gave an inward laugh and led Riza over to an empty seat next to Roy and Jean followed suit taking a seat next to Riza.

"Havoc you really know how to pick'em don't you?" Roy jabbed a finger at his 'date'

"How was I supposed to know sir? She didn't seem like the type who got drunk at bars" Havoc huffed crossing his arms.

"Well I'm going to head out" Roy leaned behind himself and grabbed his black trench coat, leaving the two alone.

Pride Peered out a window, His long blond hair becoming matted and wet in the rain. Above his dark clouds swirled and the familiarly of a car horn honked in the background; a door slammed shut and another opened and Pride trace the outlined figure of an ebony and charcoal eyed Brigadier-General.

The man walked in setting his keys down on a table the reaching above himself to stretch.

"Target found; now where do you keep your philosopher's stone" The metallic voice rang in Edward's ears.

Edward blinked before nodding "bedroom."

Roy sat down at his kitchen table reading though his mail. With a groan his stood up and walked over to the counter where he has stored his secret stash of scotch. Grabbing a cup he poured himself a small glass then returned to the table. He drained the liquid with one swish and shifted his eyes to the window in the living room.

He couldn't shake the feeling of being watched; cautiously Roy stood from his chair, and stealthily made his way to the living room. With one hand the Brigadier-General reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of pristine white gloves. After slowly pulling them on, he swiftly pulled back the curtains and brought his fingers together. Roy Then sighed letting the curtain fall back in place.

"I'm getting more paranoid each day" He chuckled lightly to himself

"Or are you" Roy felt a metallic voice mixed with one who seemed so familiar ring in his ears. Roy than bluntly felt the unmistakable feel of a sharp object pressed to his throat

" Who are you" the dark-eyed Brigadier-General spat back not making any movement to release himself from his captive position but was prepared to burn his captor to ashes.

" Taisa, do you not remember me" Pride dropped his metallic voice and stood on his toes to whisper in Roy's ears.

"Edward..." Roy's eyes went wide.

Pride laughed dropping his shadows that held the taller man. Roy whipped around looking Pride in eye a shocked expression taped to his face. Pride just smirked pulling out a small stone from his pocket to flaunt in the Brigadier-General eyes.

After a flash of red pride escaped from the home and ran off in the dark, leaving a shocked ebony haired man to deal with his newly inflected wound on his shoulder. Blood seeped out covering his white dress shirt with a crimson dye. Roy raced to the phone dialing the number of someone who would believe him, Riza.

Yay over a thousand words~

Here's chap. 2 ^^

Review please~

Sorry for the cliffhanger.