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~Trisha's POV

D: I Don't Own FMA

Chapter 3

Trisha's sons were off playing in a field and she stood by the window watching them go. Edward was holding that frog again, lifting it high so Al couldn't touch it.

"Can you reach Al? Can ya?" Ed laughed as his younger brother tried jumping up.

Trisha smiled and giggled to herself.

"How cute." She said aloud. "Hmmm." She bit her lip. "Maybe I can see Roy…" her face lit up at the thought. Trisha ran upstairs and changed into a small black dress. She strode outside and looking around for Edward and Alphonse.

"Boys!" she called. Suddenly Edward came rushing up from the side and jumped on her. She staggered a bit and laughed.

"Where is your brother?" she ruffled his hair and he giggled.

"I told him to go look for the frog I had." He grins widely and reaches into his small pocket. "But I have it right here see?" he laughed.

"Edward!" She jokingly scolded. "That was mean of you. Alphonse!" She called and he too came running.

"Mom, I can't be around long! I'm looking for the frog!" his childish voice was urgent, and Edward laughed even harder. She gave him a disapproving look.

"Don't go looking for that frog anymore Alphonse. I'm going to be going to town for…" her voice trailed off for a moment. "Grocery's. Yes. And I want you two to behave hear me?" she smiled and hugged them both.

"Yes Mom!" they said in unison. She began walking down the drive way.

"Now Al, go find that stupid frog before I get mad." She heard Edward pretend to pout.

"I'm sorry brother! I'll find it!" She heard the sound of Al scurrying off. Trisha shook her head and smiled.

-Roy Mustangs House-

Trisha knocked on the door several times without hearing an answer. A look of confusion crossed her face.

"Maybe he's sleeping." She wondered aloud. She turned the door knob and let herself in. Once inside, there was a fireplace with the fire still going, 2 leather couches and barren walls made of dark stained wood.

"What a nice place." She chimed to herself. Walking around she found a bedroom, a bathroom, and an office room. "So this is where he does all of his work." She thought.

She was about to turn to leave when just then she saw a yellow document folder with the name "Van Hohenheim" printed on the cover. Her breath caught and she quickly sauntered over to it.

"What is this?" She opened it up and there was tons of information to take in. She browsed through all of the pages wondering if it said anything about his location.

Finally spotting something that told of his whereabouts she read through it. It read:

"Dear Colonel Roy Mustang.

Van Hohenheim is working in Ishbal recreating a new philosopher stone using human children to power the red water. He is safe in our secret laboratory prohibited to be entered by citizens or other State Alchemists unless permitted. We have kept his location hidden and these files are forbidden. Keep doing your job Mustang. Good work.

Brigadier General Basque Grand"

Tears filled Trisha's eyes and she started shaking. Betrayal and hurt washed over her as she slowly read every word. She had been with Roy for quite some time, hiding it from her own sons because of her love for him, only to find out he had been lying to her about Van.

"How could you!" She screamed violently in her head and threw the document on the floor. She ran out of the house and quickly as she could.

"I will never be fooled in such a way again. I will find you Van. Forgive me!" she ran as far as her feet would take her then leaned on a tree trunk and just let her tears spill over and betray her just as Roy had.

-Roy's POV-

He had stopped by her house and Edward and Alphonse had told him she went to town. It was getting late and starting rain so he decided to just head home. Roy got into his car and went back.

'I wonder what she went to town for." He wondered. He shrugged to himself as he pulled into his own small driveway.

"Geez, Its pouring out. I hope she is okay." He got out of the car and shook his head of water from when he stepped out to see the boys. Once getting inside the house he was greeted with a thick feminine perfume.

"That smells like Trisha…Was she here?" he looked all around the house then in the office. He got a shocked look on his face when he saw the file of the ground.

"Which one is that?" he strode over and picked it up, turning it around to look at the name of it on the front.

"Van Hohenheim."

Fear balled up in chest and he gripped the file tighter, anger yet guilt simmering. He clenched his teeth and looked straight to the floor.

"Trisha….Trisha had been here. And saw this." He clenched his jaw even tighter than before.

"I will make it up to you Trisha…I'll make it right."