Author's note: Thank you to those who reviewed. I wasn't expecting anyone to… but I'm glad:) now back to poor Ed.

Disclaimer: No I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist…which would probably be a good thing since I'm not that great at drawing people…

Chapter two: Suspicion

The two brothers made their way to head quarters. The sun was up and it was a normal hot day. Ed felt a pang of uneasiness when he stepped out into the heat. His headache was still bothering him and the heat wasn't doing him any better. His impassive face turned into a frown. Al looked toward his brother and tilted his head.

"What's wrong Ed?"

Ed hears worry in Al's voice and quickly made up an excuse.

"I just don't want to see that Colonel bastard again."

Al eyes Edward and takes the excuse.

"Oh…"

Phew. I hope that this doesn't get any worse…

The two walked in silence for five minutes until Al began noticing that there was definitely wrong with his brother.

Whenever we head to headquarters brother would usually be complaining the whole way. He isn't acting like himself.

Al also noticed Ed complexion get paler and paler the farther they were getting. Even his breathing was much faster than the pace he was walking in.

Maybe he is sick and is trying to hide it from me so that I won't get worried...again. His face is flushed. What do I do?

Ed was having a hard time keeping up with Al. His whole body felt sore.

It's so hot… wait I think that's me. My whole body is sore. Crap I think I'm getting a fever.

Ed knew the symptoms very well. He had experienced many fevers when he was recovering from his automail surgery. However this was nothing compared to that. So, Ed just kept walking trying to ignore what was happening.

Once the two brothers reached the headquarters it was already 1:30. Thanks to Ed's pace it had taken the boys 10 extra minutes to get there. Ed didn't move very fast but by the time they got into the Colonel's office he was out of breath.

"You two better get inside quickly your already late by 5 minutes," mentioned Lieutenant Hawkeye as she heard the two boys stumble into the office.

"Oh okay thank you," said Ed breathlessly.

She looked up from her paperwork and glanced at Edward.

"Are you okay Edward?"

It was Ed's turn to look at her, he gulped and said

"I'm fine… just was in a bit of a rush...to get here…cough!" Ed immediately covered his mouth to cough some more.

"Brother! Are you okay?" Al went over to his brother's side and rubbed his back.

After Ed had finished coughing he gave them a small smirk and answered,

"Sheesh you guys don't worry so much I just choked on my saliva."

It didn't fool Al.

He is sick. He is definitely sick.

"Brother please don't lie. If something is wrong just tell me. You don't have to be ashamed."

Al still had his hand on his brother's back. Ed looked down trying to think.

Then suddenly,

"First Lieutenant! Have the brothers arrived yet?"

Hawkeye confirmed and Mustang had them sent in before Ed could reply to Al's plea. As Ed walked into the room with Al following in behind him. Mustang looked at Ed as he sat down on the couch. His eyes narrowed. His cheeks were flushed, he was panting, he looked like he needed to sleep more, in conclusion Ed looked sick. He didn't mention anything though. He wanted to know what Ed was up to.

If Ed was sick Al would have told us that Ed would give his report in later, or just hand it in himself so Ed could rest. What is Ed trying to accomplish?

"Afternoon Fullmetal, Alphonse, nice to see you finally made it." Mustang teased.

Ed looked at Mustang who was keeping a close eye on him.

"Take a seat."

You look like you need it.

Ed shuffled to the couch and plopped down. His eyes were looking down avoiding both Mustang and Al's stare.

"Fullmetal…?"

Mustang tried looking into his eyes,

"What do you want Colonel Bastard?"

Healthy enough to swear at me, isn't that bad then. But I don't trust that small voice.

Mustang asked for the report and Ed was about to get up when Al snatched the report out of his hand and walked over to the Colonel.

"Keep sitting, I'll give it in," Mustang thanked Al and looked through the report.

It was messy, and quickly done like usual.

"Good work boys. I see you managed to defeat the enemy without hurting yourself this time. Well minus the one that got away…"

Mustang looked at Ed for a reaction.

None what-so-ever.

Mustang scrunched his eyebrows together and sighed.

"Fullmetal? Look here."

Ed's head came up slowly, but he didn't say anything. Usually he'd make some comment so that he wouldn't have to look at Mustang. The colonel's mouth turned down as he saw Ed's weary eyes.

Might as well get it over with…

"Edward…what's wrong with you?"

Author's Note: How will Ed answer? I sure don't know I'm still writing it… sigh.