Muhahaha! I got it uploaded earlier than usual today! I bet everyone's happy, nyeh? Well, instead of being lazy yesterday and starting working today, I started last night. And I still don't have a TV in my room! -_- This upsets me greatly. BUUUUT I've got next week off of school. You're expecting more chapters then, right? Right. You'll probably get more. xD After all, I got nothing better to do.

Edward: -whispers- She has no liiiiife.

Roy: Neither do you.

Me: I do have a life! Just... no plans for this week cos it was unexpected.

Edward: Wait, what? I /do/ have a life!

Roy: Can we stop arguing and get on with it already?

Me: ... Fine.

Thank you to all of my reviewers, and the people who have Alerted/Favorited me/this story! I LOOOOOVE YOOOOOU! =D

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist. No matter how much I wish I did, it will always belong to Hiromu Arakawa. T_T

Warnings: Foul language, WINRY, boy x boy, WINRY, ED'S A CHEATER!, WINRY, OOC Ed- but it's cos he's so happy and carefree and shit-, aaaaand WINRY! Okay... Done...

Also, couple things. I know Winry's a /tiny bit/ OOC (possibly, but I don't really think so...). But she had to be even more bitchy than I already hear/see/imagine her in my head. So... Yeah... This story is not beta'd. I do not have a beta for any of my stories. If anyone wants to beta this one, PM me about it.

"Can I come with you?"

"And why would you want to do that?"

"Because I'm bored and I don't have anything to do. Pleee~ase, Mustang?" Edward heard Roy sigh from the kitchen and he knew the answer before it left the man's mouth.

"Fine. You can come."

"Yes!" It was the first time the blond alchemist had ever been excited to go to Central Headquarters. Well, except when he'd gotten Al's body back. That was for a different reason, of course; he'd wanted to show everyone they had done it. It was the only time he'd wanted to gloat. But now he wanted to go just so he wouldn't be stuck in Roy's house all day.

He bolted out of the door, the red coat he'd grabbed flying out behind him as he worked to try to pull it on. The damn wind was trying to rip it out of his grasp and making it very hard on him. His solution was to hide behind a tree- one that blocked the wind- and pull it over his arms.

"Fullmetal?" Roy had walked out to an empty yard, though he was sure Edward had run out earlier. Not seeing the young man startled him.

"Here! Couldn't get my coat on with the wind." The blond laughed as he jogged out from behind a tree, coming to a stop near the dark-haired general. "So… can I drive?" There was that devilish grin, the one that made Roy worry and fall in love at the same time; he had to look away.

"You'd wreck. Besides, we're walking."

"What? In this wind? And it's going to rain, too!" Ed protested loudly as he ran to catch up with the other's brisk steps. "Are you nuts? We should take the car!"

"I like walking. And I like the wind."

"You won't like it so much when you're soaked to the bone." he snapped, crossing his arms over his chest to show his irritation and being made walk in terrible winds when a storm was threatening.

"Quiet, Ed." The use of his real name startled the both of them. Golden eyes lifted to him, irritation replaced with shock.

"What did you just call me?" Roy didn't answer, just looked away and kept walking. They kept quiet the rest of the walk, with Edward occasionally casting a glance at the taller man and Roy pointedly ignoring the blond. The other soldiers could tell something was up; they stared at the two as they walked by, their own conversations slowing. The alchemist were catching everyone's interest and becoming the topic of the day. And neither even noticed.

"So, what are you planning to do all day?"

"Uh, well… Read, really. I probably have some kind of paperwork I could do, too." He leaned back on the front of general's desk. Frowning, Roy stopped in front of him. But that seemed really- That goddamn sharp pain in his temples returned. One hand tightened on the desk while the other flew up to his forehead, breath threatening to hiss out from between clenched teeth. "Nngh, fuck." he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Edward?" Roy sounded startled, but it was fainter than it should be. Like Ed wasn't actually here. He could see them, him and Roy, in a position similar to this: Roy in front of him. But, right now, his mismatched legs- bare with his toes curled- weren't wrapped around the older man's waist. Then it switched: They were sitting on Roy's couch, the dark-haired man's hands working the ache from Ed's automail ports. It switched again. And again. And who knew how many more times, all of he and Roy years ago; before Al's soul was returned to his body, back when he'd first attempted suicide- the only thing he'd really been able to remember from that time.

"I-I forgot." he breathed, blinking his eyes hard. Edward was suddenly aware that the pain in his temples was less intense now. Still, he wasn't sure if he was seeing reality, and he held his hand out against Roy's chest, fingers splaying. The bright blue military jacket was rough against his skin, and the material was warmed from the older man's body heat.

"Fullmetal?"

"We're back to that now, are we?" Ed asked, smirking.

"What do you mean?"

"I'd gotten used to you calling me by my real name." He slipped off the desk and swayed, slightly off-balance. Roy caught his arm to hold him up, and the blond smiled up at him, grateful.

"I haven't-"

"You have. I sorta… Well, I saw something, last night, about us. And… There were more just a minute ago…" he trailed off, glancing away. Suddenly, he was starting to wonder if those were actual memories or if he was going insane. They were both equally likely. "Were we… ever together? Like, ya know, really together?" They were silent for a while, staring at each other. Roy was still holding his arm, and he didn't look like he planned to let go any time soon. The blond didn't mind so much.

"Yes." came the quiet reply after what felt like hours. "Did Alphonse tell you?" That made Edward pause. So Al had known? Why had no one told him? Well, actually, he didn't really blame them. But why was he suddenly remembering now? It didn't make much sense.

"No. I-I remembered." Roy stared at him, wide-eyed and silent. "Who all knew?" he asked after a moment. The question had been burning in his mind, and it didn't appear as if the dark-haired man was going to say anything.

"Uh, j-just Al, Hawkeye, and Havoc. Wh-When did you remember?"

"Well, um, I think it started a while ago." Strong arms wrapped around him, but he was too surprised at first to return it. Then he smiled slightly and leaned into the embrace, eyes closing as he nuzzled his nose into the general's shoulder.

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"Al, how ya doin' without me there?" Edward asked, twirling the phone cord around his finger as he leaned back against the wall. Al laughed into the receiver, causing Ed to smile.

"We're fine, Brother." There was a short pause. "What're you thinking?" The blond didn't answer for a few minutes, continuing to twirl the cord. What did he start with? He wanted to tell Al everything. And why shouldn't he? Blond bangs flew up when he let out a long breath, then they settled back down.

"I remembered."

"W-What?" Al stuttered, tone full of shock.

"Roy and I. Me staying with him, what happened between us, everything I'd forgotten from then."

"Th-That's great, Ed!" his younger brother exclaimed, voice pitching with excitement and happiness.

"Yeah. Only problem now is I'm married." His shoulders slumped, heart aching in his chest. "I wanna be with him." It was all he wanted now that Al had his own body back. That had been at the top of his list for so long; now he had time to focus on his own wants. The main thing was to be with Roy again. The other, much as he hated to admit it, was to not be bound to Winry by marriage anymore.

"Then be with him. It's working between you and Winry because you're meant for Roy; you and Winry just… It's not mean to be. Did you ever think about it like that? There was silence. A grin slowly spread across the elder Elric's face, huge and bright.

"You're right, Al! I gotta tell Roy! I'll call you later!" He threw the phone in the general direction of the cradle. It toppled off. Going back to put it on again didn't even cross his mind as he raced down the hall, dodging startled soldiers and almost ramming into Alex Louis Armstrong. "Sorry, Major!"

"Edward Elric! Where are you off to in such a hurry?" Alex boomed, sparkles appearing around him. Those things always made Ed nervous. As long as the shirt stayed on.

"Gotta talk to Brigadier General Mustang. You seen him?" The blond stopped and turned around, watching a thoughtful look pass over the muscled man's face.

"I believe he's in a meeting right now." Edward's face fell, and Armstrong hurried to add, "But it shouldn't last much longer. You can wait in his office until then." The major picked Edward up around the middle, tucking the alchemist under his arm, and began marching off in the direction of the Roy's office. Fullmetal let out an undignified- and, as of late, uncharacteristic- yelp, grabbing onto Armstrong's jacket and kicking his legs.

"Maa~jor! Put me down! I can walk, ya know!" Soldiers grinned and laughed as they walked by, blond struggling. By the time they got to the office, Edward was panting and his hair was a disaster. The red tie had almost completely fallen out and the blond strands were flying. "I could've walked, Armstrong."

"It was no problem at all, Edward!" The shirt flew off. Edward squeaked, the shirt landing on his head and covering his eyes. He grabbed the edges and held it there so he couldn't see. That didn't stop him from hearing all about blah-de-blah being 'passed down the Armstrong line for generations.'

"I think I might need to go back to that meeting now." Edward lifted a bit of the shirt to look in the direction the deep voice had come from.

"Roy!" Ed tossed the shirt in the air, racing in Roy's direction before it even started drifting towards the ground. He grabbed the general's arm, tugging lightly. "I gotta talk to you. It's important." he hissed, tugging again.

"What?"

"Like… Life-chantingly important!"

"Ed, what the fuck are you going on about?"

"I. Need. To. Fucking. Talk. To. You." The words were bit out, made into separate sentences. Roy looked at his narrowed golden eyes, then sighed softly and looked over the blond's shoulder at Major Armstrong.

"Major, could you-"

"Of course, General Mustang!" the large man boomed, forgetting his shirt as he left the room. The door closed quietly behind him. Edward waited a moment before he decided to speak.

"Will you take me back?" he asked quietly. Roy pulled his arm away and walked briskly over to his desk, setting a file down on it.

"You're a married man, Fullmetal."

"Don't call me that!" Edward whipped around to face the older man, eyes stinging. "And not for much longer. Please, Roy…" The general shook his head, and the blond slipped the golden band easily off of his finger; it had never fit right, anyways. Then he strode over to the desk and dropped the ring onto it. "I'll throw it out the window, toss it in a fire, whatever the fuck you want as long as you'll take me back. I still love you. Only you."

"Edwa-"

"Don't say no to me. Please." Tears brimmed his eyes, making the gold shine more than what should have been possible, and Roy paused at the sight. Dammit, this was what he'd wanted since the blond had come back, memories scattered. Fingers lightly pressed against his chin, a thumb against his chin. "Roy." he breathed, like he couldn't say the name enough. He leaned up, brushing his lips lightly across the older man's. "I love you." he repeated.

"Ed… Nngh, you're married."

"I was yours first; I'll always be yours." The tip of his thumb brushed the corner of the older alchemist's mouth, nose rubbing against the other's as he tilted his head and moved closer. His parted lips bumped Roy's, thumb keeping them from pressing together too much. The general's hand clenched into a fist at his side, then his hands were in Edward's hair and they were kissing roughly, like their first kiss. The blond's upper thighs hit the hard desk, one hand going down to catch the edge and steady himself. Smirking to himself, he wrapped one leg around Roy's waist, pulling the man flush against him. He rubbed eagerly against Roy, fingers trying to work under the jacket to untuck the dress shirt.

"We're at work."

"So?"

"We shouldn't." Roy groaned, dragging his lips slowly along the blond's jaw line. Edward growled, but pushed the dark-haired man away and nodded.

"Fine. We won't then." It was hard for them to get back to work after that, both of their minds being on each other.

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"Yes! I did it!" Alphonse punched the air, laughing happily. There was a crash and frustrated- loud- growl from Winry's workroom. "Whoops." he said, quieter than he'd been a few minutes before but still laughing.

"Be fucking quiet, Alphonse! I'm working!" The blond mechanic had been up all night, and Edward thinking about divorce had put extra stress on her.

"Sorry, Win!" he called back. Mei came down the stairs slowly, Nicholas giggling in her arms. The young Elric met her at the bottom, one hand resting on her hip and the other catching her elbow. He pressed a kiss to her lips, not very gently.

"Al, what's gotten into you?" she asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

"Nothing, Mei. Just really happy!" he laughed, kissing her again. She was still suspicious, but Al was too excited to notice. The braids bumped against her back as she walked over to Nicholas' pallet on the floor. The blond baby boy had started crawling a while ago, being a fast-learner like his father and uncle. Mei was actually surprised he wasn't walking already, though he'd pulled himself into a standing position on the couch a couple of times.

Arms wrapped around her waist; lips kissed her neck lightly. She smiled and placed her hands on top of Al's leaning back into his chest. "Wish you'd get this happy more often."

"Mm, wanna make the best of it?"

"Sure thing." She turned her head and her lips met his, then she led him upstairs quickly. Nevermind that it was an hour before they were supposed to eat dinner.

Yay! Our little Eddo remembers! And the crowd cheers! -delusions of grandeur- Loved it? Hated it? Want to hunt me down and rip my fingers off so that you can be the one to say "Yeah. I'm the reason she can't write anymore."? Leave a review so I'll know, yeah?

Edward: Why the fuck did you cut it off right there?

Roy: I wanted me some sweeeeeet lovin'.

Me: ... o.o You've been stealing my CDs again, haven't you?

Roy: ... Maybe...

Edward: We're getting off-topic, you guys!

Me: So don't forget to leave a review! Ciao!

Edward: Hey! I asked you a question!

Roy: She's intentionally not answering, Ed.

Edward: Dammit!

hugs&kisses~ Madarao