Originally I was working on my other story, Secrets Unearthed, but I just couldn't focus on it until I got this chapter done. So here it is. Now i'll be able to work on my other story befor I get the next chapter of this one out. Think of other things that could happen in the story. I'd love to hear them. Like how should Roy and Ed finally get together or at least decide to? Hope you enjoy the chapter.

Ed didn't know what it was exactly but he wasn't interested in waiting for it to bury itself in his chest to find out. His hand went directly to the floor and grabbed the hammer and swung it at the crazy man's arm. The man let go of the sharp object as his hand jerked to the side due to the force of the hammer hitting him. A clatter echoed in the mostly empty room as it hit the stone floor. The man looked over at it and turned to look back at the very pissed off face of Edward Elric.

Ed swung the hammer back around at the over weight man but he managed to pull back far enough to evade it. He stumbled backwards onto his feet and made a move to get the lost weapon. Ed wasn't about to allow that to happen though, he was on a mission: take this guy down. He got to his feet quicker than the time it took for the Peddler to fully balance himself on his own feet, so he was ready when the man went after the discarded object. Ed swung at him again however without the usual weight of his automail arm he was off balance and not only missed the large target but fell on his back. He grunted the air escaping his lungs. Gold eyes widened as the man laughed and went to plunge what appeared to be a sharp filer, directly into Ed's unprotected chest but was stopped short when there was a large amount of pain in his hands.

He jerked back releasing the filer, his hands on fire. Ed watched as suddenly the man's clothes caught on fire and it swirled around the body roasting him alive. Screams of anguish filled the room as he watched the scene with a frightened awe. The fire left as quickly as it came and the man fell to his knees major burns disfiguring him. Already large welts were present on the cooked skin and a terrible smell of burnt flesh filled the room. Ed turned to look at the man slumped against the wall his gloved hand now resting on the floor.

There was silence as if both of them were expecting this mortal to manage to get up after such an excruciating experience. Ed slowly got up again and looked over at Roy, no words were necessary though. They had helped each other. He saw the older man's lips part and it took a moment before he actually said anything. "Your arm."

Ed looked down at the empty sleeve, he needed to find his arm first so he could help Roy out of here. He needed medical attention. His eyes scanned the empty cellar, it obviously wasn't in here. "I'll be right back, just going to look upstairs real quick."

Roy nodded his head and watched the blond man take off. His eyes went back to the man he had just burned. He was almost thankful he was in too much pain to have another Ishbal flashback; he knew such a scene would normally set one of those off. It was a very familiar sight after all. The welts were already black and the skin was peeling away. Roy didn't know if the man was conscious or not, what he did know was he was alive, and that he'd be in far too much pain to move though, much like Roy himself. He heard footsteps coming down the stairs and Ed busted through, much like he would if he was walking into his office. His apparently had found his arm because it was attached again.

He looked up at Ed and Ed looked down at him. The blonde alchemist was trying to decide how best to maneuver him and noticing just how…aged Roy looked at the moment. His face was very pale and his eyes seemed sunken in with a great deal of pain, though he wasn't expressing the pain verbally, it was very plainly there. "Come on, bastard." He said trying to restore some normalcy. Apparently it was appreciated because once Ed got Roy onto his feet and leaning against him Roy responded. "I'm afraid I might squish you, maybe you should find someone a bit taller."

Ed frowned and looked up at him. "Shut up, I'm not short." He muttered not able to find the will to give his usual rant. He heard Roy's dry laugh but focused on getting him out of there. "God your heavy." He muttered as they worked their way up the stairs. He frowned when he didn't get a response to that and looked over and saw just why Roy seemed to be getting heavier. "Oi, Colonel Bastard, don't pass out on me." He said roughly, trying to mask his concern. "Gotta get your old ass up these fucking stairs 'cause I'm not going to drag you."

That seemed to wake Roy up a bit as he felt some of the weight taken off of him and they made their way up the stairs. Ed trying 'encourage' Roy in his own way. "As soon as we get you to the hospital you can pass out, but you have better wait until then." Roy muttered something that Ed didn't understand. It seemed it was getting harder for Roy to stay conscious.

Ed shoved the door open and winced as the early light of the sun hit him in the face. How long had they been down there? The air was cool and wet, but the light was warm. "Come on Bastard." He said as they walked out into the alley, a different one then they had been earlier and he wondered how the man managed to get them in there to begin with. It wasn't important though, the fact remained that he did.

As they left the dirty alley he looked for any signs of life in the early morning. So far he'd seen none. The merchants, and the festival goers apparently had their share for the night and it was much too early to be starting again. Ed lumbered clumsily with the added weight of his commanding officer who was sleeping in and out of consciousness.

Ed spotted a woman though, wearing a long maroon dress with a white apron over top and her dirty blond hair tied tightly into a bun. Her feet shuffled across the ground, a cloud of dust following after her. She seemed to be in a bit of hurry but Ed didn't care, current matters were far too pressing to bother with common curtsy. "Oi! Hey! Miss!" He yelled for the woman.

The woman stopped and turned to see the …man…woman? She couldn't tell what the blond was, after all it had masculine features but was wearing a female's kimono. However it was definitly a man using the blond as support. Neither of them looked to be in very good shape. She changed her direction towards them and picked up her pace to light jog. "Oh my." She said getting a closer look at the dark haired man. "What happened?"

Ed grunted, "We were attacked." As if that wasn't obvious, "He needs medical care now."

The woman nodded her head. "Take him to that shop over there, the butchery, you see it? Yes, tell the boy that Abby sent you and to take you into the back and lay him down. I'll fetch the doctor." She said.

Ed nodded his head, relieved that he was getting the help that Roy needed, and went to lead him to the butchery while the woman scampered off to find a doctor.

Roy opened his eyes and looked at his surroundings. A low wooden ceiling, the walls were close indicating that room he was in wasn't all that large. There was a stench he knew but was couldn't put his finger on. His deliberation, however, was cut short when he heard Ed call for his attention and his face filled his vision.

"You're awake." The concerned looking blonde said in relief.

"It would seem so." Roy said dryly. "Though I'd much rather be asleep still."

Ed frowned at him obviously not liking that response. "Doctor said you'd be fine, I was hoping he'd be wrong."

"I love you too.' He said sarcastically.

Ed looked away at that and seemed to blush lightly. Roy was about to ask about it when the apparent doctor came in. He was older sturdy looking man whose hair was thinning and seemed to favor the comb over technique to compensate. His back had a slight permanent bend to it; one would probably blame it on leaning over the sick's bed for too many years.

"Colonel Mustang, correct?" a surprisingly strong voice came out of the doctor.

Roy nodded his head, "Yes."

"We need to move you to a real facility. Unfortunately the back of a butcher shop really is not the best place to examine the extent of the damage. Though it appears you have extensive damange done to your shoulders, I'd dare say they've been broken several time over. You have bruising on your chest suggesting possible rib fractures. And your knee is swollen, though I doubt it's broken. I bandaged the bleeding in your left shoulder but again, I plan to have you moved to at the very least my office until we can get you back to Central." Roy nodded his head in understand and both the doctor and Ed helped him into the wheelchair that was apparently going to take him to the doctor's office. He hoped he wouldn't have to take that train ride anytime soon, it was not going to be a comfortable one.

Looks like the manage to get out of things alive. I'm not very good at such scenes and but I hope I gave enough insight so you were able to imagin what was going on. Tell me how it was for you and any ideas for the future!