Chapter Four

Roy's Point of View:

It was Monday…I hated Mondays, especially the rainy Mondays, but right at the moment it didn't matter to me because I had two days off and didn't have to worry about having a gun shot at my head if I got lazy and did not want to do paperwork.

I was not a morning person as people believed that I was, it took two cups of coffee, and a cold shower to get me fully awake, letting out a soft groan, I sat up and stretched some, after standing, I pulled on my robe and went about my morning tasks. Entering the kitchen, I then started to make some coffee to wake myself up, as I waited, I glanced around the small kitchen and soon spotted James's notebook lying open on the table.

'He must have had a bad night again; I don't remember him having that out last night before we went to bed.' I thought to myself in my semi-conscious state.

Hearing the small ding that signaled that the coffee was done, I then poured myself a cup as I sat down and picked up the small notebook, I know what you people are thinking, that I'm snooping because I'm curious, but I wanted to see if I could find something that would help the poor man.

Skipping over the drawling of the old solider, I soon discovered that James had down another drawling, this time of a much happier time, however by the way the man and women were drawn, I could not tell who they were but I could tell that they were very happy.

The male had his head resting in the crook of the woman's neck, his long hair was tied into a loose ponytail, he wore a black turtle neck sweater and a pair of what looked like military style pants, he had both of his hands on the woman's swollen abdomen.

The woman was wearing a knee-length white sundress, her hair was pinned back with a some sort of flower clip and her hands were on top of the males and both of them were wearing wedding bands, underneath the drawling was another short story.

"I'm home honey."Metal said as he hung up the military jacket, the past two days had been busy with the upcoming alchemy exams and recertification; he had hardily any time to spend with his expecting wife.

"I'm in the kitchen love!" Metal's Wife yelled.

Metal smiled as he walked to the kitchen, standing by the stove was his wife, Winter, walking over to her he gently warped his arms around her waist and laid his hands on her stomach, his smile only grew as he felt the light kick of the miracle she was carrying.

Kissing the back of her neck, he started to speak. "How is my most beautiful person today?"

Winter giggled as she moved her head some as she then kissed her husband on the cheek. "Good." She started to speak. "Though, she does have her hands full with a very active child who likes to use her as a punching bag."

Metal only laughed as his wife then put her hands on top of his as he laid his forehead in the crook of her neck and kissed it. It was one of the many happy memoires that Metal had of his wife and unborn child, it was one of the many reasons why in the months after the state exams and recertification when war broke with a neighboring land, that he would fight with everything he had to get back to his wife and child.

Sighing, I then put the notebook down and closed it and started to think, Metal, real or not, has had a hard life thus far, losing his commanding officer to war and having a baby on the way.

'Maybe I should ask him about the story.' I started to think to myself as I now started to enjoy my first cup of coffee. 'Nah…Then it would look like I invaded his private things…Blah, I give up it's too early to think of things like this.' In my self rambling, I never noticed that my guest had woken.

Edwards Point of View:

'Gah, I hate Mondays, nothing good ever comes from Mondays.' I thought to myself as I rolled over onto my side, which in my case was the wrong thing to do at the moment, as I did, I let out a silent scream, I had forgotten that Lust's stab/slash marks were painful…very painful considering they were still healing and very tender at the moment.

Lying there, I took a deep breath and let it out slowly as the pain started to die down some, once it was nothing but a dull aching throb, I started to curse myself out, I was stupid to think that they wouldn't be as tender as they were, boy was I wrong, thankfully the doctors from the hospital had sent me when I went to Roy's apartment some pain medication.

Letting out a silent sigh, I then turned my gaze to the cream color wall, it never stuck me that Roy lived this way, or acted like he does in his private life, it's kind of scary now that I think about it, that Roy was actually a kind hearted person, though he still acted like a skirt chaser when he was in civilian clothes, he was still kind none the less.

Grunting some, I then sat up slowly so as not to cause myself more pain that I have already done, I unbutton the red pajama top and tossed it into the nearby hamper, standing, I took a quick glance at the bandages that were still warped tightly around my stomach and sides, seeing no blood, which was a good sign, I hadn't reopened any wounds in my roll, I went over to the closet and proceed to put on a black t-shirt.

I smiled faintly as I then pulled on a pair of light tan pants, it wasn't much, but I had started to feel like my old self once again, sighing, I then flopped down gently onto the bed, I started to wonder what was next, I couldn't save Mr. Hughes, Maria was free and now living away from Central and was on track in rebuilding her life.

I could not see Winry or Pinako because they would not recognize who I was, the same way with Mr. Hughes Family, It would not be right considering I shouldn't 'know' who Mr. Hughes is, groaning, I then laid back and covered my face with the pillow in an attempt to hide from my problems.

At twenty four, I was married to Winry with our first child on the way, a little girl from the last letter I had got while on the front lines, closing my eyes under the pillow, I bit my lip some, I would never get to see my wife or child thanks to the array and from what I had gathered, the me here in this time had seemed to vanished, I blame the gate for all this, it always seemed to have a twisted reason of humor when it comes to me.

I had gotten Alphonse's body back when I turned twenty-two, Roy had became a Major General not long after that after we had discovered that King Bradley was not only a homunculus, but also the ringleader behind the whole thing, I then could feel a smirk tug at my lips, the same day I had gotten Al's body back, I also got my limbs back much to the confusion and joy of the others.

I could see the smug look on Roy's face when he had been promotion, however I did get to knock him down a few pegs when I told him that I had told Hawkeye that he was the one who had place the whoopee cushion in her chair during one of the very important meetings, I never knew that he could ever so fast when Riza started firing at him.

Taking the pillow off my face now, I glanced up at the ceiling, lying around all day relieving about old times that probably never happen unless I finish setting things right, I then stood and gone outside the kitchen to see Roy drinking his second cup of coffee, I knew that I could not fail, for not only my sake, but for everyone.