~~Chapter Three~~

Winry put the last screw in place, warning me for the pain I always knew to expect. She joined the nerves, earning a muffled groan on my part. I stood then; ready to move on my own once more. Stretching, I was surprised when both Mustang and my father walked in. I stopped stretching, looking to Al as he walked in as well. He shrugged, catching my meaningful glance.

"Dad, what are you doing here, don't you already know…?" I asked him, looking to his eyes curiously.

"Ask him." He pointed his thumb at Mustang. Mustang rolled his eyes.

"You said everyone, so here is everyone."

"He was there!"

"Doesn't mean he can't listen and put in his-"

"Out!" I walked over to my dad, shoving him once before he walked the rest of the way out. Mustang glared to me before sitting on the couch next to Al and Winry. I sat in the armchair, looking to Al for any type of signal.

"You start Brother, it was mostly your life."

"Stop that, you know-"

"I was joking Brother." I sighed, giving him an annoyed look. He laughed slightly.

"On with it Bean Sprout." I huffed at Mustang, not bothering to argue over how I had grown almost a foot in the past three years. He gave himself a smug smile.

"When we 'died' on this side… We didn't really die. We went to the other side of the gate, living almost twenty more years of our lives without knowing we were on the other side. Of course, we should have been able to put together the dots…" I clenched my fists at my own stupidity. Al looked to me softly.

"We just moved on, not thinking anything of it…. Um, Winry… this is where you come in." Al finished my thoughts for me, looking to me now. Great, leave the awkward part to me.

"Al married May, and I… Well I married you." Winry blushed, looking to her lap shyly. Mustang stifled laughter, placing his hand over his mouth. Seeing my time for revenge, I spoke up again. "You married Hawkeye, had three children, one named Hughes, the other Nina, and I never met the third. You were also President." He looked to me with shock, his eyes going wide.

"Riza? Three?" His voice was incredulous. I laughed, Al joining in as well. Winry still refused to comment on the early statements.

"Yes, and you were quite happy as well." Mustang huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Anyway, Ed and Winry had twin girls, one name Erika and the other Alexis." Winry looked up, realization crossing over her face.

"That was what you meant when you said they had met their fate, you meant they were on the other side of the gate." I nodded, looking to her for a slit second. She caught my glance, holding me there. "We had Twins? Were they cute when they were young? Did they take after you?" On that last question her face scrunched up as if that was a bad thing. Taking pretend offense to that, I scoffed in her direction.

"Yes, they were like me. Erika became a State Alchemist at 15, and Alexis, I think she took more after you. She always showed more interest in auto-mail then any normal child I knew." Winry glared playfully. Al and Mustang laughed.

"What about you Al? You have any kids?" Winry turned to him, a small smile on her face.

"Yes, we had a two year-old named Ed." Al smiled to me, earning one in return. Winry cooed then.

"He sounds so cute!" Al laughed at that.

"He was. He took more after May as far as looks went." He gave a fond smile, sighing heavily when he realized he was still in this world.

For the next few hours we sat there and told them of our time-traveling adventure, if you will. They got us to laugh, seeing how seriously affected we were by al of this. Winry would smile whenever I would mention Erika and how she looked so much like her mother. By the time we were done, Winry and I were grinning ear-to-ear.

Someone finally made me smile with sincere happiness. I wasn't surprised that it was her.

"So, wait wait. Envy is still possibly out there? Is that why you stopped your dad in the station?" I nodded at Mustang, running a hand lazily through my hair.

"I'm still not convinced." My voice dropped to a whisper, my eyes getting serious once more.

'That why you shooed him out of the room, isn't it? It wasn't that you didn't want him here,"

"It was that he still might be Envy."