AH! Chapter 30!

I'm sorry if this took a while but it's all to do with the fact that I have no Internet. I'm using the public library's Internet as I write this. So no one think that I'm ignoring you or anything, I just can't do anything except take a 15 minute walk and hope there's an empty computer!

I'm sorry if there are a million grammar mistakes but the library computers have time limits and I'm running out of time!

Edward shot up from his bed, panting and covered in a thin sheet of sweat. He had just awakened from a nightmare about…something. Something that he couldn't quite remember anymore and it pissed him off. How could he forget if it woke him up this badly? Ed quickly tried to remember what had happened.

He was in it, and…was Al in it? He couldn't remember. It had been at his old house but he could distinctly remember there was something mentioned about his father. Had he been there or had he just left? However, he did not remember his mother being in the dream at all instead he remembered the appearance of another. Long dark hair, dark eyes and an evil grin.

Kimblee?

Ed shook his head slightly. No, even if Kimblee was in his dreams it was just because of what had been talked about tonight, right? It was understandable to have his family and him on his mind right before he fell asleep, so he dreamt of them. But then why was there an explosion? And why was Ed overcome with the sensation of Déjà vu?

Whatever…all of this is giving me a major headache, Ed thought as he tossed his blankets off of his body.

Ed swung his legs over the side of his bed and placed them on the floor, his flesh foot landing on something. After a moment of rummaging around in the dark, Ed's hands landed on the cool, hard plastic of his cell phone.

7 missed calls

A large ball of guilt began to form in the pit of his stomach once he recognized the numbers of the missed calls. Sammy and Terry had called him over the course of his stay here. Ed glanced at the time; it was almost four in the morning and was most likely too late to call the younger kids. Sighing quietly, Ed decided to check his voice mail and hoped that there wasn't any important reason that they were calling him.

Seven voicemails.

"Hey Eddy…it's Sammy, um, I hope you're having fun with your brother…me and Kyle and Terry are all aright. But call me back as soon as you can, okay? I understand that you're busy with- Al was it?-but just call me. Please don't worry because we're all okay, Kimblee seems to just ignore us so…love you! Bye."

The next two messages were also from Sammy and of similar rambling speech. The lack of worry in her voice slightly assuaged the feeling in his stomach, but it didn't go away completely.

"Hey Ed. You know if you're going to tell us to call you whenever, it'd be nice if you actually picked up."

It was Terry

"Anyways, Kyle's starting to really miss you so maybe you should call and talk to him a bit. The poor kid keeps trying to crawl into bed with me or Sammy. But I'm good, Sammy's good, a bit on the crazy side whenever we make a mess but then again that's her mom side for you. I hope you found your brother and are having an awesome time in freaking Florida you lucky bastard. In case you care, Kimblee's been bitching non-stop about you so if I were you I'd watch my back when I got back. But, I got to go 'cuz it's dinner time and Sammy's yelling at me. Talk to you later."

Both Sammy and Terry had called him and left a message telling him to either call back later to pick up the phones already. Everything appeared to be fine until he reached the last two messages. It was Sammy to call him both times.

"Uh hey, Ed. I was wondering-although I'm sure you haven't-if you had heard anything from Kimblee? He left the house yesterday sounding really mad-he didn't hit any of us-but, well it's just that we haven't heard anything of him since and it's been almost a whole day know. Terry keeps making fun of me because I'm getting a bit worried; He keeps saying that hopefully he drove off a cliff and died. Well, I guess I should go now so that I can smack Terry for making faces at me while I'm saying this. Bye-bye."

He took a deep, calming breath before he listened to the last voicemail. This time there was no pleasant banter from her, no ramblings, only a worried tone that made Ed feel sick to his stomach.

"You…you haven't heard anything from Kyle, have you? Um, well I don't want to panic you but…we can't find him."

Edward felt his stomach drop and his heart felt as if it had stopped for a minute. Kyle was…lost? Missing? No. They simply had not looked hard enough. Ed knew that they had called him before they had even started to really look for him. They were young kids who were panicking, nothing to really worry about. He was sure that Kyle was at a friend's house that they didn't know or he was sleeping over a house and his note got knocked off the kitchen table. It was something simple, right?

"We've been looking for the past two hours and…we can't find him."

Sammy's voice began to wobble and crack at these last words and it felt as if Ed's heart was about to shatter. He could not stand to hear any of the kids sound like this.

"Terry went out to try and look for him about a half an hour ago but…it's getting late and…he told me to stay here in case Kyle came home. Hopefully he's just at a friends house or something and they didn't realize the time…But, don't come driving back just because of this. I didn't mean to ruin your fun by telling you this; I just thought it was best to tell you. Good night."

Edward quickly rechecked the time of the last call. It was from about nine o'clock from the previous day. There was no call after this and Ed only hoped that this was a case of no news being good news. After a minute of debating, Ed decided not to try and call them this late. Even if Sammy or Terry were sleeping with their cell phones, he didn't want to disturb them during their sleep. After setting his phone onto his bedside table, Ed flopped back onto his bed and tried to fall back into sleep. But when he finally would fall asleep, his dreams would be plagued with visions of black-haired men running from explosions while his father, Terry, and Sammy busied themselves with looking for Kyle before it would all end in a colossal explosion.

Jean leaned over the Motel railing before placing a cigarette between his lips and lighting it. The others were inside, asleep if not close to it, but he busy was indulging his nicotine addiction.

"Hey."

Jean looked over his shoulder and saw Roy standing in the doorway of the Motel room. After carefully closing the door behind him, Roy walked over to Jean, and took his place right next to him.

"Hey," Jean mumbled back, while fumbling with his lighter. "What's up?"

"Nothing," Roy answered before snatching a cigarette from Jean's pack. "Can I have a light?"

"Sure," Jean grumbled. "So why are you out here?"

"Can't sleep," Roy muttered before taking another drag from his cigarette. "I kept thinking about Ed's dad."

"Yeah, it is kinda weird that he just showed up like this but what can we do? It's not like we can barge into Al's place and tell him to tell us things that don't involve us."

"I know. But don't you think it's more than a coincidence that he just shows up out of the blue? Just after Ed meets up with Al? He's been missing for years hasn't he?"

"It's crazy and yes, I think it's more than a coincidence. Someone had to have contacted him and told him where Ed and Al were."

"But who else could have known where Ed was?" Roy asked while he ground his cigarette bud into the railing. "The only people who know Ed here are the people in the room behind us, our parent's, and Ed's foster siblings. Who the Hell could have tipped off a man who's been missing for years?"

"Don't forget that Al's foster parents know that Ed's here too," Jean reminded him.

"But they just met Ed, how could they know if he was coming or not-?"

"They don't have to know when he's coming. Listen, I was talking to Al and he said that his foster mom Izumi is was like, wicked famous and well known with a bunch of relatively famous people a long time ago."

"Why? She's… a housewife."

"Yeah, I don't know but Al said that she was. Maybe she met their dad years ago and knew where he'd be now and called to say that 'Hey, both your children are living in my house'."

"That's crazy."

"Well it's the best guess I've come up with and I don't see you coming up with any good ideas. So if you have a problem with my idea, let's hear yours Mustang."

"…fuck off," Roy said before giving Jean a quick jab in the arm. "I'm going to bed."

"Night."

"See ya."

Hohenheim could not sleep and it was understandable; it was a busy day today and even though his body felt the fatigue, his mind was wide awake, too busy recounting days long past to sleep. He thought of his old, unhinged co-worker and how he had changed his entire life. He thought of his children and his wife, who he still loved as much as the day he had met her. Many memories stuck out in his mind, but one seemed to step out to the very forefront. It was one from years ago but it still felt clear as day to Hohenheim's filled brain.

Knock. Knock.

Hohenheim turned his head and saw Izumi standing in the doorway. Her own body showed signs of weakness but her eyes were alert as ever.

"What is it?" Hohenheim asked pleasantly as he got up from his bed.

"Damn stomach kept waking me up," Izumi answered with a small smile. "Just decided to see if I could take a walk to get rid of it."

"Or you could be sensible and have a professional take a look at it."

"I just went for a check up last week for your information. And those bank robbers' people seem to call doctors prescribed about ten different procedures and medication treatments I could take on top of the medication I already take to help with the pain. They do that every single time I go for a check up."

"I'll assume that you gave them one of your customary warnings then?" he asked with a small smile.

"They called security on me; not like I couldn't take them all done even in the state I was in."

"You should take it easy though. You don't want to end up in the hospital, being forced to take all of those procedures."

"I'm not that weak."

"Yes but you have a household to watch. From what I hear, Alphonse it's the best cook or cleaner around."

"I'm working on that," Izumi said before quietly adding, "He's a good kid though."

"I'm very pleased to hear that. Thank you for taking care of him."

"Like we said before, I made a promise to you and I intend to keep my promises. You saved my life so I'll take care of another."

"I know, but I just can't help but feel a bit bothersome for making you take care of him-."

"Hohenheim," Izumi growled. "We didn't have to do anything. I could have broken your promise and let him be shipped off anywhere in the country. But I took him, because I wanted him."

"You're contradicting yourself," Hohenheim warned with a grin. "You said that you intend to keep your promises and yet you just said that you could have broken my promise."

"I only ever make promises with people I want to make promises with," she said after a pause.

"Of course you do," Hohenheim yawned.

"It's getting awfully late. I should try and lay down for a bit more. Honey wants to get to the shop early to get ready for our new shipment and since his cars in the shop, I have to drive him."

"Why not have Al drive him instead?"

"Any other time I would-trust me. But I feel like being generous and letting the kid sleep in for once. Good night Hohenheim."

"Goodnight."

Ed's eye cracked open as more and more sunlight slowly seeped into his room. The clock said that it was just past nine in the morning but his brain felt sluggish as if he had slept past two in the afternoon. Stretching slightly, Ed grabbed his phone and dialed Sammy's number. It rang but no one picked up, infuriating and worrying Ed at the same time. Sighing lightly, he left a message:

"Hey Sammy. I got yours and Terry's messages last night; sorry I couldn't get a chance to call before hand but I've been pretty busy. But I wanted to know if you found Kyle yet because I need to know so I would rather you tell me and maybe cut my vacation short than come back and find out he's still missing. Um…you should try the playground and the arcade-both of them, even the one on the far side of town. Don't hesitate to call and I promise I'll pick up. Well…I think I'll call Terry's cell and see if he'll pick up. Please call me as soon as you can; bye."

Ed tried Terry's but found it too unsuccessful and decided to leave a similar message on his phone. He thought about calling the very much neglected house phone but decided not to, since Kimblee used it the most and he defiantly did not want to have to talk to Kimblee right now.

Ed then laid back down on his bed and began to slowly massage his newly forming headache.

Well, Ed thought, things probably can't get much worse than this.

Unfortunately for Edward, things can and would get worse, much worse but it was already too late to stop it from happening. In twenty-four hours time, all Hell would have broken loose.

Dun-dun-DUUH!

I'm sorry to leave you here but I have to. I'll try and update again before I leave for a trip to Washington D.C. but I'm not sure if I'll be able to.

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-FSK