(A/N) I know, I'm a day late. I was going to post yesterday, but I didn't like the way I wrote this chapter, so I left it to sit, and fixed it today and now I'm posting it. It's a little short, but I'm not entirely sure where I'm going with this story. I mean I have and ending planned, but I'm still not quite sure what I'm going to write in the middle and how I'm going to build up and portray my ending. Anyway, here's the next chapter.

Chapter 3

It wasn't to far of a walk, hence why they decided not to take a car. They arrived at the station in less than 15 minutes, but Ed had felt dog tired after 5 minutes of walking. He didn't understand why he was so tired, he'd gotten a fair amount of sleep that night, and he hadn't done anything that day other than...

Oh.

So that's why he was so tired. Well, at least that's all it could be. Ed was use to the kind of tired depression gave you, but different. He wasn't mentally tired, he was physical exhaustion. His arms felt like they weighed a ton and every step took a tremendous amount of effort. he was surprised he hadn't just curled up on the sidewalk and taken a nap right then and there.

Roy had noticed Ed lacking behind. "What, you're legs to short to keep up?" He'd said to him. His concern only increased when Ed only gave a grunt in response and quickened his pace. Ed would never take a coment like than this cooly. Something's up, Roy thought. He decided that Ed's behaviour was probably due to what happened to Nina, and left it at that.

Apon arriving at the station, they noticed there were more people than usual. A lot more.

Generally, given that there were no holidays around this time, and that the weather was pretty neutral, there wouldn't be too many people. But the station was flooded with people today. Normally this would spike Edward's anxiety, having not been prepared to face so many people. But he was too damn tired to care today.

"Alright. Al, you and I will question some of these people, see if what they know and if they've seen anything. Fullmetal, you question the staff," Roy told them after they entered the station.

"Alright. Meet back here in an hour?" Al asked.

Roy nodded, and with that they went their separate ways, Roy and Al heading into the sea of people while Ed made his way to the ticket booth.

75 minutes later and Al and Mustang were starting to worry.

"Colonel, it's been 15 minutes, he should be here by now."

"I know, Al."

"We should split up and look for him, I mean what if something happened to him? You don't think Scar found him, do you?" Al asked.

"I honestly don't know. We shouldn't split up, just incase Scar is around, but we should go looking for him. We'll start at the booth."

"Right," Al replied, and they made their way over.

Roy walked right up to the desk, ignoring the people in line yelling about a line skipper. They all shut up once he flashed the receptionist his watch.

"I'm looking for a boy, blonde hair in a braid, gold eyes, about this tall," Roy said, holding his hand at about Ed's height. "He would have been wearing a red coat with black clothes underneath."

The receptionist nodded, pointing to a row of chairs behind them, where Ed was sitting.

Arms crossed, chin to his chest, and fast asleep.

"He came over looking for that Scar guy you've been trying to catch," the receptionist explained. "I told him I hadn't seen him, but that someone else was working yesterday. He asked to speak with the receptionist from yesterday, and I had him sit over there while I went to get her. He was like that when I came back. He looked so peaceful, I didn't want to wake him."

Roy looked back to the receptionist after her explanation. "Thank you," he said simply, then walked over to where Ed was sitting. Well, sleeping.

"Did he sleep last night?" Roy asked Al.

"Yeah, 8 hours straight. He was so tired after everything that had happened, I don't know why he'd be tired now."

"Hmm," Roy thought for a minute. "Al, go over and see if the receptionist from yesterday knows anything. I'll deal with Ed."

"Sure thing," Al said, heading over to the ticket booth once more.

I wonder why this kid is so tired. He got plenty of sleep. Maybe he needs to eat. Only one way to find out, he thought. "Fullmetal, wake up," He said loudly, leaning down to shake the sleeping alchemist's shoulder.

Ed woke with start, nearly smacking heads with Mustang, who stepped back quickly enough to avoid clashing with Edward's face.

"Easy Edward, it's just me," Roy said as he stepped back.

Ed looked up. "What? What happened?" He asked, voice heavy with sleep.

"We were looking for Scar, remember? You fell asleep," Roy said.

"Ah, shit," Ed cursed, trying to rub the sleep from his eyes. "I just closed my eyes for a second, I swear.."

"Yeah, whatever you say. Well, nobody here saw anything, and your brother's talking to the receptionist now. It doesn't seem like he was here, though. I'm sure someone would have noticed a face like his."

Just then, Al returned, informing them that the receptionist from the other day hadn't seen anything.

"Well, I guess this is a dead end then. Shit," Ed cursed again.

"Fullmetal, your language," Ed simply glared at him. "Anyway, I'm starving. You two wanna go get some late lunch? My treat."

Normally, Ed would jump at free food, but he simply had no appetite for some reason. "I don't know, Mustang.."

"C'mon, we're going whether you want to or not," Roy said, grabbing Ed's wrist to pull him out of his seat and dragging him towards the café in the station.

Ed had ordered a simple sandwich, Roy a sub, and Al of course, nothing. They sat at an empty table nearby and began to eat their lunches.

Roy watched as Ed picked at his sandwich, taking small bites every now and again. By the time Roy finished his, Ed had demolished his entire sandwich, and had only eaten about half of it.

"Not hungry?" He asked, causing Al to look at his brother worriedly.

"No, I'm not," he retorted, getting up to throw his trash away. Honestly, Ed really wanted to puke right now. He didn't like how the food was sitting in his stomach, weighing him down. He knew he couldn't get away from Roy and Al long enough to throw it up, though, so he kept in it.

He kept it in as they made their way back towards central command, back to Roy's office. It made him feel like crap, but he kept it in.

The entire walk back to Roy's office, he regretted keeping it down. As he said bye to Roy and headed back to his dorm, he regretted it. As he laid in his bed while Al went to get documents to help them find Scar, he regretted it.

He regretted it so damn much, he knew he couldn't stand doing it again.

(A/N) Alright, so no Scar yet. What are they gonna do about it? What does Roy think of Ed's suspicious behavior? Also, this story is going to be more of Ed and Roy then Ed and Al, hence why Roy is the only one really concerned and everything. They're not going to date, at least not in this story. It's more of a Parental!Roy story. Anyway, thanks for reading, I really appreciate it. Again, I will update by Monday. Thank you so much again, guys. If you have any questions or anything, just ask, I'd be happy to answer them.