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But thanks for the reviews last chapter and I'm sorry I couldn't get this sooner but...my computer kinda...got bustd again. But it's fixed! So hopefully it'll stay fixed. *glares at the computer*

So i was reading the reviews for last chapter and a few of you seemed confused about something. The red van that was in the parking lot was the one that they used to drive to get Al and Winry was inside of it, talking to Ed. That's why Roy and Jean were wondering what was going on. So, I hope that clarified a few things.

On to the chapter!

"I don't know. I mean," Roy let his voice drop even lower, "Winry's always known about Kimblee and how he'd hurt him and the kids. She's probably the only person here who knows everything that's been going on with his life."

Ivy eyes blinked in confusion at these words but their ears continued to listen, hoping for some sort of clarification.

"But why the Hell would they be talking about Kimblee? I mean, what would he have to do with any of Ed's actual family?"

"Maybe he's just worried about the kids. Understandable and all since Kimblee's punching bag is now on the other side of the country; he would want to know if he moved his sights onto another kid and the only person he could confide to is Winry."

"I guess."

Maes continued to stand in his place, frozen in confusion and worry about what he had just overheard. Everything that Roy and Jean had said was mashing around in his brain, not really making any sense at all to him.

…Kimblee's punching bag is now on the other side of the country? Why would he have a…punching bag? Maes thought in confusion. But Roy said that Winry's always known about Kimblee and how he'd hurt him and the kids. Him? Who are they talking about…?

Maes was so deep in his messed up thoughts that he did not hear two pairs of feet moving towards the door and before he knew it, he was looking in the dark eyes of Roy Mustang.

"Uh, hey Maes," Roy said in an uneasy voice. "Why're you standing here?"

Maes did not answer him but continued to look from Roy to Jean in not only confusion but fear as he mind slowly pieced everything they had said together. And it painted one horrible picture in Maes' mind.

"H-how long were you standing there?" Jean asked while he quickly stuck on another cigarette.

"Long enough to find out what Ed's been hiding from us," Maes answered in an unusually emotionless voice.

Roy and Jean stared at each other, horrified that they had just let the secret they knew, and weren't supposed to know, pass to another person. Together, Roy and Jean reached out and pulled Maes through the door and slammed it behind Maes.

"Maes, you have to understand that you can't tell-." Roy began in a panic before he was cut off.

"What do you mean I can't tell?" Maes asked while staring at Roy as if he had no clue who Roy was. "Did Ed tell you not to tell? And why do you two know?"

"It's long story," Jean said.

"Well I think I've got some fucking spare time," Maes growled. "So talk."

"Not here. We can't here-."

"Yes you can. If you can talk about it over some smokes, then I think you can talk for a bit more."

"But Riza and Shes-."

"Forget about them. Tell me."

"Well…" Roy started, looking helplessly to Jean who gave a small shrug. "It's not really our business to tell. Ed didn't tell us so…I don't think we should repeat it."

"Well then why do you know?" Maes asked, folding his arms across his chest and leaning against the building.

"We-well I- kinda found out on my own," Roy confessed before adding, "by accident."

"And Roy kinda…accidentally mentioned it to me and then I talked to Winry about it and she said not to tell anyone else."

"What did I say not to tell anyone else about?"

Roy and Jean turned around and to their increasing horror, saw Winry standing there with her closed cell phone in hand. She looked almost as confused as Maes did moments ago. Roy and Jean sent each other a serious of frantic looks in a matter of moments before Winry became fed up with the lack of answers.

"What are you guys talking about?" she growled, forcing the boys to stop.

"Uh."

"Well?"

"Winry," Maes said, pushing past his two stuttering friends until he was right in front of her. "I know it's not place to ask but, what goes on at Ed's home?"

Winry blinked in confusion at Maes for a moment before her thoughts seemed to come together and realization dawned across her face. Her blue eyes glared at Jean and Roy before softening ever so slightly when she turned back to Maes.

"You're quite right-it's not your place to ask or know. These two numbskulls shouldn't know either."

"But Winry," Maes said, his eyes intensifying, "you know me; I have to know now and not just for the sake of knowing."

"I know Maes," Winry sighed, suddenly feeling irritated that she had such caring friends. "But…I can't."

"Can you at least tell me something? Anything."

Winry stared down at her shoes before she went and leaned against the hand rails, feeling confused and slightly overwhelmed. She shouldn't continue to spread personal secrets that weren't hers to tell, especially when the owner of said secrets would become furious with her if he were to ever find out about it.

"I can't," Winry said weakly. "Ed would already be furious with me if he found out that I told even more people."

"But-."

"Go ask him yourself," Winry said before opening up the Motel room door and disappearing inside.

I should tell him. Tell him, so that he'll realize why I have to know what happened.

Edward had been lying stretched out on his bed, thinking of what his next move should be, for nearly an hour now. His father was out of the house right now with Izumi and Sig and Alphonse was out with Russell and Fletcher, leaving Edward home alone and horribly confused. Al seemed slightly down when he declined the invitation to go to the movies with his friends but Ed was sure that he could not deal with people at the moment.

"I need to tell him," Edward said aloud for the first time; his throat felt hoarse from keeping silenced for so long but kept repeating the words to himself.

"Dad?"

Hohenheim had returned form his trip with Izumi and Sig about thirty minutes ago and was now sitting in his room, reading. He looked up at his son with a slightly surprised look in his eyes before he smiled slightly at his oldest son.

"What is it Edward?"

"I really need to talk to you."

"About what?"

"You know what."

"Edward I-."

"But before you go on saying why you shouldn't tell me, I'll tell you why you should."

Edward walked across the room and sat down on the edge of the bed. For a moment, there was silence between the two as Edward tried to get his thoughts into some sort of order.

"I'll just assume that you do know what Kimblee's done," Ed said at first as he stared down at the bed spread. "You know, since you called and he practically screamed it at you."

"…I do."

"Well then I'll have to explain a lot less. I think you should tell me what the end of your story is because I need to know. And not just for me but for the other kids who are stuck with Kimblee right now. I need to know what he's capable of."

Hohenheim had placed his book onto the bedside table and stared into his son's eyes. He should tell Edward but…he couldn't. Not because he did not think it was right or because he did not want to but, he just could not get the words out of his mouth. As Hohenheim began to shake his head, Edward's eye took on an odd pleading look.

"Please."

It's something he needs to know Hohenheim, said a voice in his head that sounded strangely like his late wife. It doesn't matter that you don't want to; Edward's practically a grown up now, he can handle it.

Hohenheim took a deep breath and clenched his fists before he opened his mouth.

"Like you guess, Kimblee is involved but I'll get back where I ended. Kimblee and I started to become friends again, although I was always watching him incase something were to happen," he paused to take a deep breath before he ran a few fingers through his hair. "I didn't keep a good enough eye on him though. When you were twelve I went on a brief trip home to see you three."

"I remember that!" Ed exclaimed, thinking of how nervous but excited he had been to spend alone time with his father.

"Yes," he said with another brief smile. "That was a nice trip but in case you didn't remember, that was the last time I ever got to visit home. When I returned, I found out that Kimblee had asked for some sort of emergency leave, which I couldn't quite understand because he had no real family. A month later…"

Hohenheim's voice began to waver at this point he dropped his son's gaze. He did not know if he could do this all now that he had finally reached this point. I just hurt him too much.

"A month later…I got the news that, that…T-Trisha had died in a house fire and that you were badly injured by the accident."

At this point, Hohenheim had to pinch the bridge of his nose and force his eyes shut so that he could stop the tears that were quickly forming in his eyes. He was glad that Edward was not pressing him to continue.

"I wanted to leave and take care of you but…leaving turned out to be not as simple as I had hoped. They would not let me leave so soon say that I had just had a leave and that they would need a lot of time before they could come up with a replacement for me. Alphonse had recovered soon after the accident with only some temporary memory loss and was discharged. You however were very ill and close to death."

Edward nodded at this. He had heard several times by his nurses, doctors, and physical therapists that he could have easily died in the accident and should be considered lucky.

"There was a big talk of weather it'd be best for you to keep your limbs or if they should amputate them and give you prosthetics. At first, I was informed that only half of your left leg would be amputated but it turns out that your right arm wasn't doing very well with healing either and needed to be amputated."

Edward continued to stare at the bed, thinking. This must have all happened during the first month or two in the hospital stay when he was hardly awake for more than five minutes a day and barley even remembered his first name.

"During this time I was trying to get out of work but I couldn't and Alphonse needed to be placed in some sort care but both me and your mother had no family to take care of him and so I called the only person I could hope to take care of him. I called Izumi Curtis."

"What?"

"We had met when I had to come down to Florida for work. I met her and her husband on the way to the hospital. She was very sick and no medicine could really help her. So I told them that I could get my hands on an experimental drug that might help her. I had been working on the drug at work and I was at a medical conference with some other representatives of my work to show it off. I snuck some of the drug away and stopped by to take care of her; the drug worked and she felt instantly as if she owed me some big answer. I told her instantly that the only things that I cared about were my children and wife and after some long conversations and getting to know each other, she agreed that if the occasion were to occur, she would take you both in.

"She agreed to take care of Alphonse and he was quickly sent away to live with them for the time being while you stayed at the hospital for several more months. But when I had finally gotten some sort of leave, I found out that someone had taken you ad claimed that they were your guardian. After years of investigating, I found out who had done it."

"Kimblee," Ed said nodding.

"Yes but that's only part of it, the part that I didn't mind telling you," Hohenheim added before taking another steadying breath. "During my investigations, I had also found out who had caused the accident."

Edward was practically on the edge of his seat at this point. He was holding his breath and his heart felt as if it was pounding a mile a minute while his brain worked furiously to come up with an answer that could make sense.

"Who was it?" Edward asked after a full minute had passed by without any answer.

"Come on Edward, you're smart. Who is the person that had always been the center of my story? Who is the reason for your worrying about the kids at home? Who is the person who personally took you from me at the hospital for his own sick revenge plan?"

Neither of the men said the name of the man but knew it in an instant.

Rage quickly filled Edward's body at the thought of the man who had caused it all and it blew all other feelings out of his body and leaving only that feeling in his place. The man who had caused Edward's life to be the way it was now had taken him in when he was weak and defenseless, had threatened a young girl into not informing the police of his brutal acts, had terrified a couple of kids into submission, and had even tried to kill innocent people for revenge.

Zolf J. Kimblee had wrecked Edward's life over and over again and it all started when he killed his mother in the explosion that he had caused.

Okay, now I want to hear who honestly did not see that coming, becuase I thought that I gave you guys a few hints. I also want to know if anyone does not like how Kimblee bumped off Trisha becuase I know he might be acting a bit OOC here.

Please review becuase they make me super happy!

-FSK