Heya guys! If you're reading this, I didn't scare you away. Which is awesome for me because I am weird like that. Anyway, it starts with a depressing part. Sorry!

So, I listened to a songs while writing this. "It Will Rain" By Bruno Mars (If you heard this song, this is what Ed feels about the news)
"Just a Dream" by Carrie Underwood (The chorus is mainly why I listened to it.)
"Can't Forget You" by My Darkest Days
"Stealing Cinderella" by (I think it's) Chuck Hicks (For when Ed remembers)
"Far Away" by Nickelback

Ed didn't want to believe it when Maes had arrived on his door step with the news that Andi was missing in action. Of course, he'd be investigating the matter thoroughly. After all, Andi was loyal and never one to just disappear off the face of the earth. After all, if she were to disappear, she'd hold someone with the secret, just in case. More than likely with Edward since he'd have no problem with it.

He felt his heart drop and his blood run icy when he found out. The news hit him the hardest of anyone. Mick, who didn't understand what had happened but knew her mom wasn't coming back, clutched Ed like her life depended on it. Like he was going to disappear like she did.
Maes placed a hand on Ed's shoulder, trying to comfort him as he held Mick in his arms. "I'm sorry, Ed, but we thought we found her when we found her gun and..." Maes didn't need to say more after that.

"Yeah," Ed said with a low, depressed voice Maes had heard him use only a few times before, "I know. Thanks, Hughes." Ed kept Mick in his arms as he looked to her. "It's alright, Mick. I'm here."

Maes looked to Ed, he knew he was going to catch shit for the next thing he said but he knew he had to. "Ed, we'd like you and Mick to come to Headquarters eventually. Not to get pity or sympathy, but there is something I think you should have. I didn't log it in when I saw them."

Ed looked confused as he looked to his old friend. "What is it?"

Maes's expression didn't change. "Pictures Andi kept with her."

When Ed heard her name, his heart jumped to his throat, creating a lump. "Oh, we'll be there tomorrow. For now, I want to spend the rest of the day with just Mick."

"Alright, see you then, Ed." Maes turned around to step off the front steps. Before Ed closed the door, he turned around to face the new widower. "Edward, just remember, you have an army behind you. You may not be the Fullmetal Alchemist anymore, but you still have friends who stand behind you."

Ed blinked a little. "Thanks," he said in the same depressed voice. "See you tomorrow."

With that, the door closed with the Elric family left to mourn the assumed death of Andi.

-6 Months Later-

"Come on, Mick, let's go see Uncle Roy," Ed said as he held his daughter's tiny hand in his much larger one. If someone would have told his fifteen year old self that he was going to be referring to the back then bastard Colonel that he'd be calling him Uncle Roy, his old self would have decked them in the face with a big, "Ha! That'll happen when pigs fly."

"Uncle Roy?"

Ed smiled smally, something only six months of hearing daily updates on the disappearance of his wife could do for him. Mick reminded him too much of his wife for him to like it. He often vaguely thought about how Andi went along nearly a year of him gone with his eyes staring back at her in their daughter. Andi had always loved his eyes.

When Ed reached the office door, he sighed from the nostalgia of seeing the same door so many times before this. It wasn't like he was remembering all the times he had to report to Roy. No, it was different. Flashes of memories of seeing Roy with Andi flashed in his head. The last one ending with when he asked Roy for Andi's hand. After all, her father died from Scar when Andi was sixteen and her mother ran off with some Xingese man when she was three. Even by the time he'd asked Roy, Andi had lived on her own for a while and Roy was just someone helping her.

"Daddy, where is Uncle Roy?" Mick asked as her large golden amber orbs looked to her.

Ed looked to her, knowing he'd have to answer her. Like him, she always wanted to learn. "You want to open the door and see him?"

Mick nodded, reaching for the shining, brass knob. When she swung it open, she ran inside without a moment's hesitation. Ed figured that all

Mick knew was that Andi was still on her trip. The one where Andi left Mick six months earlier. But time doesn't work the same way with four year old kids like it does with adults.

"Uncle Roy!" Mick yelled as she ran through his office to the other side of the main desk to tackle Roy into a bear hug.

"Mick, look at you, you look like your momma every day," Roy said as he hugged his little adopted niece, knowing it would put a stab in everyone but Mick's chest.

Mick smiled brightly as Ed walked in slower than he normally would. Ed knew he was going to ask for help eventually. If Mick was going to be anything like he was growing up, Ed's going to lose his hair. Riza stepped toward Ed when he'd reached the middle of the office, near her desk.

"Hello, Edward," she said, her voice soft as she took her eyes off of her adopted niece. The members of Mustang's small team had all adopted the small Elric, having known both her parents since they were young.

"Hi, Hawkeye," he said as he turned his attention on Mick for a moment as she told Roy about whatever she was learning.

"Mick's grown a lot since we last saw her," she said, trying to keep the topic on everything but what Roy wanted to talk to him about. After all, Mick was still in the room.

Ed nodded. "Yeah, she got into my old alchemy books not too long ago. Part of me thinks she's going to be an alchemist."

"Of course she is, you're her father," Riza said with slightly happiness in her voice. "Need I remind you that you became a State Alchemist at the age of twelve?"

Roy looked to where his right-hand woman was, seeing the one person he wanted to see that day: Edward Elric. After all, he was going to be the first to know out of everyone. Roy turned to his attention back to his adopted granddaughter, whom called him Uncle Roy for some reason. Oh well, he thought, better than being thought of as old. "Mickaela, would you like to go play with Havoc, Fuery, and Breda?"

A cocked smirk fell on Mick's face. She loved playing with those three. She also found it easy to make them do what she wanted. "Yes, sir!" she said as she attempted to salute Roy.

Roy chuckled thinking, well, she's already better at listening to me than her father was.

Roy looked up. "Havoc, Fuery, Breda," all three stood and saluted silently, "you're on entertaining Mickaela duty."

"Yes, sir!" they said in unison, making Mick giggle as she jumped off Roy's lap to Havoc, taking his hand and dragging him out the office.

Ed gave a breathy snort, finding it slightly amusing that Mick just made three soldiers her bitches. Ed turned to Roy, not really feeling the urge to insult him like he normally would have.

"What did you need me for, Roy?"

Roy sighed, trying to find the right words. "Grumman called it. We have to cease investigation on Andi's disappearance." Ed stepped forward to protest. "It's been three months with no new evidence and no new leads. If it was someone other than Andi, she'd pry have found them." Roy sighed, this was the last thing he wanted to say to anyone. Andi was someone everyone knew and liked. Hell, she was his adopted daughter if he had a title for himself of how he was related to her. "If someone else was missing besides Andi, he would have made the same call. Why should Andi get different treatment?"

"What the fuck! She should get different treatment because the military couldn't have caught three-quarters the criminals they did without her!" Ed yelled as he raised his hands in the air before dropping back down in protest.

Riza stepped in before it became Ed's first State Alchemy certification assessment again but without Ed's alchemy. "Edward, we all cared about her, even the Fuhrer, but we can't let relation to us stop from protocol."

Ed's muscles tightened. "I get it, but I'd like you to tell that to Mickaela. She still thinks Andi, my wife and her mother, is still on that damn mission from six months ago."

Both Roy and Riza froze. Neither of them had thought about trying to make a four year old understand that her mother wasn't coming home perhaps ever. Ed pressed one of his hands to his jeans pocket, where he had Andi's pictures she took with her everywhere. Roy took the opportunity to check his three subordinates in the lawn below, playing with the four year old like they were kids themselves. He turned back to a tense Edward.

"Edward, we can help as much as we can with Mick, but you have to understand, there is a huge possibility that she's..."

"Yeah, I know," Ed said, cutting off Roy with a gruff snap.

Deep down, something told him that Andi wasn't dead. That somewhere, she was laying in a hospital, in a coma, with no one to know who she was. Or worse she was in some place with no recollection she had an extended family in Central who loved her.

- One Year Later-

Angel roamed the halls of the manor the rest of her family had taken over before she was there. She was bored with nothing to do. She'd read every book in the house. She prank called most every number in the phone book unconsciously skipping the 'E' section. She even went so far as to spar with a few trees. With some help from Lust, she'd opened up.

But it wasn't enough. Something was missing, and it didn't help when flashes of something would make her stop and think. She would always dismiss it. But within the eighteen months she remembered, or tried to remember who she was before she became this, the flashes would get worse. Before, when she'd see a smiling face, it was of some guy who looked truly happy. Now, it was some blonde girl with that guy. She'd see a kiss they shared and more intimate moments that they shared, witnessing it all. His voice seemed muffled as he confessed his love for the blonde. That would make her shake her head the most. What was worst was that Angel had no idea who this girl was.

"Angel, would you like to go to town with me?" Envy asked with his cocky smile as if he'd won something. "I think it's time we introduced you to the world of humans, our little homunculus."

Angel nodded silently. Envy loved how she was quiet around everyone but Lust. It always made Envy wonder why Lust decided to help the newest member of the family. It wasn't like Angel was some sin like the rest of them. Of course, some alchemist had to die thinking about their Angel, but her family members weren't trying to bring her back. Not even the one that Envy was sure to when he found out she was dead.
Envy swung his arm around her shoulders. "Then come on, Angel. You're going to love this. There are book stores and people to mess with. Not to mention you can talk to anyone you want."

Angel sighed at his pathetic attempt to sell the human world to her. "Alright," she said quietly, the image of some blonde still etched in her head. She knew it couldn't be her. Angel was a brunette, not blonde.

She'd been into town a few times before with Lust when Angel had gotten bored with the books in the house and sparring innocent trees. But she knew she couldn't tell Envy or Greed that, they would have a cow if they found out.

Envy threw her a coat to hide her tattoo that was etched into her skin on her chest over where her heart would be. Every time Envy would see it, he'd chuckle thinking how fitting it was of her; his and Greed's own personal joke. Angel had nursed injured animals around the manor to health like a mother would, subconsciously knowing what to do, and she managed to keep order in the manor without a leader telling her.

When she was human, she had a big heart.

"Put this on, kid, we don't need people gawking at your tattoo. People around here aren't so accepting of it," Envy said as he tossed her a red jacket that reminded him of Fullmetal Pipsqueak's if it was longer. After all, he'd seen that girl he killed a year and some odd months ago wear it often like it was hers.

Wordlessly, Angel put the jacket on over her tight, black, racer-back tank. Envy fought the smirk of how much Angel was like that girl he killed. But that girl was dead. Good and dead. He killed her with her gun and a smile on his face knowing her husband was going to suffer the most.

"Come on, kid," Envy said as he lead her out of the manor and into the sunlight. He looked to her as Angel's creamy skin lit up and her brunette hair shined against the sun. She wasn't a kid, but she was still younger than Envy in any look. "Town is this way. If you come here alone, make sure you cover your tattoo. I don't care what you do as long as you tell someone you're leaving. We can't have our Angel getting hurt or killed without us knowing, now can we?"

Angel shook her head, remembering the lecture both Greed and Envy had given her about getting hurt or killed without no one knowing. "No, we can't."

Envy and Greed at told her she was the major part of a plan and to be careful if she were to go somewhere. In turn, she just mainly stayed at the manor because she didn't want to anger either of them. She'd seen them when they were pissed and didn't want their rage directed at her.

Envy transformed into some person that could easily blend when they reached the end of the long driveway at the end of the manor property. Even his voice had changed when he spoke to her to head toward town, knowing she'd memorized the map of Central City when they moved in.

"Envy," Angel said with a small voice. She was always scared he'd say something and call her an idiot like he'd called Pride or Sloth. "It feels like I've been this way before."

Lust had taken her the same way each time, not veering from the set route she had.

Envy looked to the brunette. "That's because, before you became a homunculus, you lived here in Central City." Envy owed her that much of a truth. After all, he told her so many lies to cover up who she was in her human life.

When Envy and her passed a news stand on their way around the city, she stopped, looking at the newspaper. In one box near the middle of the page, there was a picture. She was a beautiful girl about Angel's age of at least twenty-three. Her hair color was light, had to be blonde, and her eyes here bright and caring. Above her familiar picture, was the headline: A YEAR AFTER THE SEARCH FOR MISSING MAJOR CALLED TO AN END, MILITARY STILL WITH NO LEADS! Angel's eyes darkened, looking more morose than usual. Envy noticed as Angel began to read.
"How about I get that for you and you and read it while I do what we need to?" Envy said, feeling sympathetic and victorious.

They'd never find Fullmetal's wife, he thought, it's been over a year since I killed her in that city. They're bound to give up anytime now.
As Envy paid for it, guiding Angel away from the stand, he walked down the sidewalk with her to the bar he was going to meet Greed at: The Devil's Nest. Angel walked, uncaring of where she was going. Envy had told her a while ago that homunculus, even when they didn't eat the stones like she did, can't die as easily as humans could.

Angel read the article that caught her eye intently. The girl was twenty-two when she went missing a year and a half ago, leaving behind a husband and a then four year old little girl. Apparently, her husband was a famous alchemist; lucky girl. This Andi Elric was smart too, being in the investigations department with a Colonel Hughes and figuring out difficult cases. It was a shame they went from saying she was missing in action to dead after six months of searching, reopening the investigation if there was any new evidence.

"Envy, have you heard of Andi Elric?"

"No," Envy said after "thinking" about it. He knew Andi alright. He killed her. "I know of an Edward and a Alphonse."

"She was married to an Edward."

"Oh really? What else does it say?" Envy wondered how the military was going to keep this one under wraps. Central City knew of Major Andi Elric like they knew the Fullmetal Alchemist.

"Her father died by the hands of Scar and was raised the rest of the way by her father's friend from the Ishval War," she said, having learned about Scar and the war from the books and old newspapers in the manor.

"Oh?" Envy wasn't interested but it wasn't every day that Angel decided to talk. Normally, she was thinking about something intently or talking to Lust about some vision she had. Envy was more interested about the visions. He wondered what she saw. He wanted to know who she saw.

"Yeah, after that, it talked about how she vaished without a trace with hardly any evidence."

"There was evidence?"

"Yeah, nothing too significant."

"Like?"

Angel shrugged. "Casings from her gun, suggesting she was the only one with a firearm. Her blood in a pool in the warehouse she was last seen and heard of in." Envy smirked, remembering that night. It was like he was seeing it all over again. Andi did put up a damn good fight. Being the Fullmetal Pipsqueak's wife, he wasn't too surprised. "Her blood was on a piece of glass, suggesting she tried to escape but didn't. Other than that, nothing."

Envy wanted to growl. After she shot her, he took out the pictures she had in a leather case in her back pocket. They were crumpled and ridiculous, but had some meaning to her because Elric was in all of them. After all, that's how he knew he killed the right person was when he looked at them. He was pissed because the pictures weren't mentioned. He was going to have to find a way that they were. Unless, there was someone on the inside of the military that made sure they weren't in the evidence list. Perhaps a certain Brigadier General who helped raise Andi since she was young.

"Kid, stay around here, I'll come find you when I am done with Greed in here." Envy walked into the bar as soon as Angel nodded. From there, he walked to the back, changing back to his homunculus form and walking through the door where Greed was waiting for him. "Our plan is working those military idiots don't suspect a thing about what happened with that Elric girl. They're resting that she's dead."

Greed smirked. "Oh? Have you read the paper?" He tossed the day's newspaper to his friend, making it land where the picture of Andi Elric was.

It was Envy's turn to smirk. "Angel read it to me. I have to admit, she's just like her human self: smart as hell, and can piece together anything."

"You brought Angel with you?"

"Yes, and she remembers here but not what she was."

Greed sighed. "And where is she?"

"Exploring the city." That statement earned a glare from Greed. "Don't worry, Greed; even if she were to run into him, she wouldn't remember him. He'd be another gold-eyed, gold-haired face in the crowd. Nothing would register that she knew him from somewhere."

Meanwhile as Envy talked into the bar he was to talk to Greed in, Angel explored the downtown of the city where most of the bars were. Further into the downtown area, near the edge of the city was the red light district. Angel knew better than to walk there. Lust had always warned her that if she were to go in there she'd be sold off as soon as possible because natural beauty never came easily to those girls. Even Lust had to admit that Angel had an angelic face.

Angel looked back down to her newspaper, looking at Andi Elric's picture, wondering where she'd seen her face before. Her flashes weren't slow enough for her to memorize the face of the blonde she saw in them. In turn, focusing on Andi Elric's picture, made Angel lose focus as to where she was going and felt her body jerk as she ran into someone.

Angel turned to the person she offended. He was a handsome man with his deep blonde hair pulled into a ponytail and his bangs framing his face. His gold eyes were dull, staring at her. She smiled to him, feeling instantly comfortable with him. "I'm sorry," she said.
His golden eyes lightened a little, giving her a sad, yet forgiving smile. She'd seen that smile before somewhere, she just knew it. She knew she couldn't really miss or forget a smile like that, even if it looked depressed and broken. "It's alright, no harm done."

Angel smiled. "Sorry again," she said as she turned around and kept walking, trying to dismiss the familiar man from he thoughts. But she would remember someone as handsome as him, wouldn't she?