A/N: No reviews :( It makes me sad :'(

Words Hurt

Edward's mind was racing. He and Alphonse knew her real name. Her full name… first, middle and the double barrel surname. Roy Mustang had admitted she had told him weeks previously. But just then he didn't particularly care. He couldn't shake the feeling that something strange was going on… and it involved… it involved Lucy. He still couldn't think of her in terms of her real name. He's been calling her Lucy for almost four months, it was just the name that came to mind when he thought of her.

"Brother," Alphonse said, "what do we tell her when we find her?"

"That's she's got another brother," Edward said shortly, slowly loosing breath as he ran, they were heading to Winry's… she would have gone home. "What else? Explain that her father was once married too. She was five years old when he died- how was she supposed remember everything when she was that age?"

"Maybe he's different to her other brother… you know… nicer? Doesn't blame everything on her?"

"We don't know that. I want to meet him before she does, just to make sure. But I swear I've heard that name before…"

They arrived at the shop, and caught sight of Winry in the window. Edward walked in and doubled over catching his breath back before gasping out, "where the hell is Lucy?"

*

"You… can't… be my brother," she said slowly, "it's impossible… dad…"

"It is possible," Theodore practically spat at her, "he was in my life for three years… then my parents divorced and my father ran away."

Lucy stared at him. She couldn't believe it. She could not believe she was looking at another member of her family. But she knew this reunion would not be like the one she had had with Gracia and Elysia.

"But… Gracia never…"

Theodore snorted. "It's the only aspect you and I are similar," he retorted, "father was too a shamed of us to tell his parents about us."

She shook her head. "That's not true… he must have had another-"

"Wake up Lucy! Don't you get it? The great Azure Alchemist, your damn hero of a father was a pathetic looser!Things got hard for him he ran away!"

She shook her head. "No… no that's not true. Dad saved me he wanted to bring me and mum to Central… he…"

"You never really knew him," he snarled, "you were five when he died."

"You didn't either…"

"He visited me until he died… he did that at least, he admitted my existence to himself."

Lucy looked up at him. Studying his face. His build. Solid muscular build… green eyes… tinted with yellow… wide jaw line… strong chin covered in stubble… it was true… he looked like her father. Because of that he looked like her uncle Maes too. But his smile was different. Everything about him was different. His attitude to life and people in general. It was clear that even if his father had visited… he left no real mark on the man's life. But he had with his daughter… she didn't understand why that was.

"You are dad's son…" she said softly, "you look like him… but not entirely." She shook her head. "But I don't understand!" She was getting scared and frustrated. It was a bad situation for her. But she was in a cemetery, there was very little she could do without disturbing the final resting place of the soldiers.

"Let me explain," he said, coldly, he grabbed her wrist and forced her to sit down. He frowned as he heard the clink of metal, but he seemed to ignore it.

"Mum and my father weren't married when she became pregnant with me. So they married in secret, because he said it would have been a scandal against his work. He stayed with her for me. Mum loved him, but I don't think he loved her. He took any jobs that left her, seemed like he jumped at the chance to leave us. Then finally after three years of marriage, she couldn't stand it any more. She said she could not live a lie, and insisted on a divorce. But she still loved him… she still does. And I don't know why," he was gritting his teeth, his eyes boring in her- their father's tomb stone. Around them a small breeze had picked up, playing with their hair.

'Strange…' she thought mildly, 'we have exactly the same colour hair… same shaped eyes… but he's inherited more of dad than I did… ' She frowned. 'We share blood… we share a father… and yet this is the first time we're meeting… it's so strange…'

"My father was a moron… he left his wife and son to be killed in Ishball saving his daughter."

"They wrote that on the report?"

"Yeah… I read it six months ago. When I found out my father had remarried… and an Ishballan woman. I found out I had a little sister." All of a sudden he looked a little torn. "I didn't dare tell mum, she had mourned at his funeral like any wife would… I stood by her as any ten year old could… I watched her cry over this man I knew almost nothing about." His face turned into a stoney scowl. "Because he married your mother and had you."

"A lot of people remarry…" she said slowly, "it's not that strange."

He looked at her suddenly. Examining her face. He frowned. "Why do you wear glasses all the time?"

She hesitated. Then sighed. He was her brother… she was determined to have a good relationship with one brother even if one she could never reconcile with because he hated her so much.

"You have to understand… all my life I've been treated as an outcast because of dad… because of who he was… what he was… and it's my eyes that show more than anything else."

"Why's that?"

"B- because…" she trailed off looking away. "Because they're different colours. My right is Ishballan red… my left is similar to yours…"

It seemed that almost subconsciously he reached up to touch the corner of his own eye. "How?"

"I don't know… it just happened like that…" she looked away, her fingers at the bridge of her, pushing her glasses into place. "Why do you hate me?"

He looked at her sharply. "I would have thought that was obvious… my father… our father chose you over me. He chose his second child over his first."

*

"SHE'S WHAT!" Edward slammed his hands on the table, "when did she call you?"

"Three thirty, told me she'd be home later than she thought, she was going out with someone."

"Who? Did she tell you who?"

Winry looked shocked. Ever since he had walked in, Edward had been in a panic. He had run straight up the stairs, checked the main apartment then ran up to hammer on Lucy's door. Meanwhile Alphonse had been doubled over catching his breath, looking almost ready to collapse. He could barely say two words to her.

"What's got you so worked up?!"

"Just tell me Winry, Lucy could be in trouble."

"What sort of trouble? Edward what's going on? You're scaring me!"

Edward sighed, hanging his head. He didn't have time. For all he knew she was in danger just then. He didn't know why but his gut feeling was telling him that something was going to happen, and it wasn't going to be good. He wasn't sure where it would happen, but he didn't know where Lucy was. She was the one most likely to be put in danger.

"I told you guys of her brother, the Ishballan with a shock of silver through his hair? To make sure he-"

"Didn't come near Lucy again, we know that," sighed Winry, "get on with it."

"Apparently she has another brother, Theodore Fuller. The problem is, her father told no one about his wife or his son before… before Lucy and her mother, he and his wife divorced four years after their son was born. What if he's another one that wants her to pay for his parents separation?"

Winry suddenly looked very nervous. "Theodore Fuller?" she asked, she put a hand to her head, "she's out with a Theodore… but she didn't mention a surname…"

Alphonse suddenly swallowed hard.

"Did she say where she's going?" Edward asked, his voice a forced calm.

"No… but we can check at 'Charlotte' if they know," Winry told him, getting up and grabbing her jacket.

"Yeah, she might have mentioned it on her way out," nodded Edward. He turned on his heel, "c'mon- I don't like the sound of this."

*

Lucy shook her head. Her father had chosen her? That didn't make sense… why chose one child and not the other? It wasn't her fault that Blake Fuller had chosen to fall in love with her mother. It wasn't her fault that she had been born mixed… neither one or the other. That was just the way things turned out.

"So why me? Why take it out on me? Both my parents are dead," she looked at her father's grave, reaching out to touch the head stone, "I can't bring them back… You saw dad until you were ten." Her eyes were filling with tears. "I only knew him for five years, I don't have any clear memories of him. My mum died two years later! Two damn years!"

A tear streaked down her face but she made no attempt to wipe it away.

"I have bee shunted all over the world because no one can understand why I have odd eyes, because people can't accept mix raced people yet! Not unless the races are similar. And you blame me for our father having to live out in Ishbal? For having to try and keep the damn peace?! It's not my fault that's what happened, you wanna hate someone? Hate God or what ever the hell is up there! Or blame the state! But don't take it out on me- I'm sick of people taking it out on me!"

"And why not," snapped Theodore, "if the shoe fits… it was your very existence that meant I couldn't see my father… my father."

"Our father!" she retorted, no longer trying to understand him. She was frustrated. She was angry. She was down right terrified. "He was our father!"

"Don't flatter yourself…" he snarled at her, "that would mean I'd have any relation to a half caste like yo-"

The slap rang out in the nigh on empty graveyard. Lucy had knelt up, her hand stinging as she let it drop to her side. The right side of his face was left stinging and red, his eyes watering a little.

As he looked back at her, her neck had bent, her body shaking a little, tears dripped from her cheeks.

"I'd always wanted a big brother…" she said softly, "one that liked me… one that would look after me. I… I wanted a family… I have Gracia and Elysia… but it's not the same as being able to say that I have a big brother… I have two… they both despise me… and…" her voice trailed off into a whisper. "I have no idea what I did…"

She paused taking a shaky breath and looked up at him, her face set. Her temper back. She was crying still, but her tears were a mix of anguish and anger.

"You brought me here… to dad's grave side, you talked to me in front of him, and in front of him you called him a coward, you called him pathetic. If you've got the damn balls to do that, then you should damn well have the balls to tell me what the hell you want from me."

"I want you to suffer…" he said softly.

"Then-"

Off in the distance there was a loud bang. The ground rumbled beneath them, a shock from an explosion.

A bomb explosion.

Not wanting to think as to where the bomb had gone off she turned slowly. Her eyes widened and she jumped to her feet.

Charlotte… the restaurant… and she hadn't come home…

She turned on Theodore. "You did that!" she snapped.

"Of coarse. I want you to suffer… and live in your suffering," his face was covered by a sadistic smile. "Just like I had to… just like mum had to."

"They'll know it was you," she snarled, "they can trace it-"

"Why would I do such a thing? I'm Armestrian… pure Armestrian, I have nothing against Central. You on the other hand…" he shrugged. "You might be in Brigadier General Mustang's good books, but even so, it's your word against mine. I might not be able to pin this on you… but you… you can't pin this on me." He pulled out a packet of cigarette's slowly. "Good luck finding your friends…" he murmured softly, lighting one of the white sticks, "I do hope they're all right."

Lucy was glued to the spot her eyes fixed on Theodore, she was still shaking. She wanted to attack him, maul him, kill him and bring him back just so she could have the satisfaction of doing it again. She had never hated anyone so much… not even her Ishballan brother, not even when he scarred her hand… he had at least tended to her wounds afterwards, he'd never tried to kill her or hurt her friends. Only hurt her, and even then there were no real emotional scars but for anger. For the first time, Lucy considered him to be almost kind.

This man… this brother was the complete opposite.

"You will not even live to regret this," she hissed. She glanced at her father's grave, 'forgive me dad… but I hate your son… I hope you forgive him for what he said… I sure as hell won't.' She took off as fast as possible. She had to get there… get to 'Charlotte'… make sure everyone was safe. Everyone was ok… she hated to think what would happen if a single one of her friends had been hurt… or killed…

Theodore on the other hand watched Lucy go. He felt so triumphant. He couldn't believe he had pulled it off. He had gotten his revenge against that bastard girl. She might claim that she would pay him back, but she would never be able to.

Chuckling to himself, he stood, glanced at his father's grave and bowed.

"Lovely to see siblings get on, right father?" he snarled.

He remembered the day he had been given an inkling about his father's new life. He had caught his parents arguing. It wasn't something unusual, but this was different. His mother had screamed something about a whore, while his father had snapped back that it was she, Theresa who had wanted the divorce. Her reaction was to kiss him. But… just as Theodore's hopes rose, he pushed her away. Said something about love, and walked away.

The next day he had asked Theodore what he thought of having a younger siblings. A brother or sister. He shrugged, saying he didn't really care. Though admittedly he had always wanted to be a big brother, at nine years old he had seen many children in his class looking after their young siblings… he wanted that responsibility. Yet the idea of this younger sibling coming from another woman… it was something he'd never conceived of.

When he had found the papers, six months previously, his emotions on the matter had been torn. But when he'd seen her, with Artemis… with Ace, his mind had been made up. He could not allow her to live like that any more.

So cocky… so full of her self… so arrogant… she could no longer be allowed to think so highly of herself. He resolved to make her life a misery.

"Sorry… must dash…" he said, nonchalantly, "I have a meeting."

He dropped the cigarette butt beside his father's grave, stamped it out and left. He just had one more matter to deal with…