A|N: No I am not dead with this story x.x My own original stories just happen to get in the way. DON'T freak out by what is happening... because I am planning something so shush and let me unfold the events . Also, Roy won't be the only one trying to change the past... There is at least ONE (yes one) more person who will want to go back in time. If you can guess, great if not... you try to figure it out XD.

Once the pistol's trigger went off, Roy had this unusual feeling that the ending result was going to not go his way. He was right. Grinning, with the gun in its hand, the fake Gracia smirked in a way that made Roy cringe. Hughes lowered his gun, and looked at Roy in surprise.

"Colonel!" Hughes shouted. "I need help now!"

Roy fell to the ground in his own blood puddle.

"Looks like you did get what you want," the fake Gracia whispered so only she and Roy could hear. "But it doesn't mean it will turn out in the end."

Everything went completely black.

A huge story of images flashed through his mind. One of a mother and a child being frightened while a mysterious shadow held a gun to them, and another of blood splattering to the floor. The next series of images showed Hughes looking down at a grave with Lt. Hawkeye by his side. He was upset, as if the people who died were very important to him. A third set showed the two Elric brothers visiting the grave too. Edward had tears coming down from his eyes, while Alphonse comforted him.

"You killed them..." Hughes said.

Roy's eyes jolted open, practically screaming with terror. When he stopped, he realized that Riza Hawkeye was in the room, sitting beside him on the chair. "Sir?" she said. "You're awake..."

"Yeah, I guess so..." Roy replied, rubbing the side of his temple.

"Had a bad dream?" Hawkeye asked.

Roy shook his head. He didn't want Hawkeye to know about what he saw. "No, it was nothing."

"You were out for two weeks," she said.

"Wait, two weeks?" He panicked. How did that come to place? Before, he remembered Hughes and the fake Gracia holding a gun pointing at Hughes. He had ran in between them, and then the trigger went off. Looking down on his body, he saw white bandages covering his right rib area.

"Hey, hey, calm down!" Hawkeye ordered him. "I know, it's a shock for you but you haven't healed properly!"

"Where is Hughes? Is he okay?"

She pushed him back in the bed gently. "Yes, now really, sir, just relax."

Roy took a deep breath to obey her orders despite the fact that he was the one higher up. "What happened after I was shot?"

"A lot of things happened," she replied. She said it as if he wouldn't want to hear what she was going to tell him. "I'm just shocked you weren't apart of the tragedy."

"Please, I need to know!" Roy exclaimed.

"You want to know that badly, huh? Well I'll tell you," Hawkeye said. Her eyes told him a lot more pain occurred after everything. "Two days after you were shot, Hughes went away for a while. On his trip, his wife and daughter, Gracia and Elysia, were killed by an unknown person. We are currently investigating the incident, but a lot of people were changed by their murders."

"Gracia... and Elysia?" The beautiful smiling woman and the cute girl in pig tails had been murdered? Who would do such a horrible thing to them and why? Roy could barely open his mouth after that. After just trying to save his best friend something worse happens, and it was all his fault.

"I'm sorry you have to hear it like that sir..." Hawkeye said. "The Elric Brothers have decided to completely stop their journey. They have blamed themselves for the incident... even though it really wasn't. Hughes has been in a mess ever since they died. I personally don't blame him... but I am very worried he is going to try something bad."

"Can't you... get him to come here or something?"

She shook her head. "No. He also blames himself for your condition and says he would be too embarrassed to look you in the eye."

"All because of me..." Roy whispered, slapping his own forehead. "All that for nothing... What the hell went wrong? What didn't I do right?"

"Sir?"

"Sorry, Hawkeye, I'm just talking to myself."

I have to try again... Roy thought. But next time I can't let anyone else die. That homunculus needs to die before it gets to Hughes.

"Well, I guess, I will leave you to rest more," Hawkeye said. "I have to go back to Head Quarters. Take care!"

Roy sighed, closing his eyes once more. He never meant for this crap to happen. If he had only known, he would have never taken the chance.

Hughes appeared before him in darkness, pointing at him in an angry way. "Why... Roy... Why... Did you have to try and save me?" he shouted.

Hughes... I'm sorry! I can start over...

"No! You should have left everything the way it was but now you had to make things worse, didn't you? You cannot mess around with fate!" Hughes snapped. "You're just... dead to me now, Mustang."

-To be continued-

Dun dun dun.