Sorry it's been a while. I've been busy AND I can't get to a computer on the weekends. Except Saturday sometimes.

Me: . . .

Riza: What's the matter?

Me: They're not starting a fight. I can't believe it!

Riza: That is a surprise . . . not.

Me: What do you mean?

Riza: Well I had it taken care of. (Opens door. All of the men are tied up and have ductape on their mouths.)

Me: It's about time.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of the characters.

Chapter 4
Royai: Sweet Dreams

She felt the harsh rumble of the train as it sped down the tracks. She was ready for anything. She had made sure Black Hayate had a good home while she was away. Hopefully he wouldn't be a problem for Havoc. Now all she could do is wait for the train to get to her stop. All night she'd planned everything. So sleepiness was taking over.

Her eyes started to close, the images of the outdoors began to dim. Her mind was hazy as she slowly fell asleep . . .

She awoke to find her self in a bed. The room was empty and quiet, the door was shut. Thoughts haunted her mind. Where was she? How'd she get here? The place didn't look at all farmiliar. She got out of bed, quietly opening the door. She saw a hallway and began to look into each room.

"Hello? Is anyone here?" she called. No answer. She walked until a particular room caught her eye. Inside the walls were painted a light lavender. It was empty, except for a small rug was in the middle of the floor. On it was an agelic white crib. She walked towards it. In it was a small infant that looked up at her with vivid blue eyes. The baby paused, then smiled.

She felt an instinct, and picked up the baby, who did not protest. Instead it let out small noises of content. The baby shot up her fist, as if to show it. Riza smiled kissing the little clenched hand. At this, the baby let out a giggle, which warmed her heart. Then she heard something.

She felt hands on her shoulders, they moved down to her waist. Then a pair of arms wrapped around her. She could feel a warm breath as lips touched her ear. The baby sighed.

"Well? Isn't she cute." She froze even further.

"Roy." she almost shouted, but remembered the infant that she held.

"Yep."

"Where are we?"

"Why my dear, we are at our house with our baby." he almost sang.

"OUR baby?" He nodded. Suddenly her shocked expression turned into a soft happy one. He had done all of this for her. He took a hold of her right hand. He placed gentle kisses on each finger, then onto the palm.

"And I plan to make this a reality." To her dissapointment, he and the infant started to fade.

"Oh Roy . . ."

She woke up. Realizing that this was her stop, she ran out of the train. She started a quick pace towards her father's mansion. It was old, and brought back many memories. She got out a pistol. Walking in, the house looked more old than when she had last saw it. She walked around, waiting to find something.

Then she found it.

Found him.

In a pool of blood.

Dead.

WAIT! Do not be angry. I AM NOT DONE. So what do you think? Next chapter will be up later this week if all goes well (that means reviews). Even if you hate it say so! Then tell me why you hate it! OK?