Okay, to make it easier this chapter is from Mustang POV. This story was supposed to be about Al and Ed but it kinda turned into yet another of my RoyXEd parental stories. I swear to god if you call this yaoi I will beat you 47 times over the head with a pink toilet seat *raises broken toilet seat threateningly*.

So yes enjoy, took me two days to finish cause my brother's a little ass and kicked me off the computer right after I got the first couple paragraphs done.

Me and Ed you all!

Sleeping Angel

I sigh and look down at the sleeping Ed that lies curled at my side. He's curled as close to my leg as he can possibly get, fluffy golden tail curled to cover his face. His ears are pricked up, swiveling every once in awhile if the apartment creaks or anything. I hate to admit that he looks like a little puppy; he's just so damn adorable.

Al's standing on the other end of the room, watching Ed's side rise and fall with each breath. I look over at him and beckon him over.

"Al can you do some things for me while he's asleep." He nods and gently scratches Ed behind one of his golden ears. I hear him make some strange sound, it doesn't sound like he's scared or in pain, instead it sounds like he's happy.

"What do you want me to do?" I know if Al had a body he would be smiling now, I can tell he's thinking the same thing I am. I smile and I can feel everything soften in me as I look at the sleeping teen next to me.

"I want you to run to HQ and tell Hawkeye that I'll be taking some time off. Tell her it's because Ed's sick and I need to watch him. When you're done with that find anything you can about Michael Turner, we need to know what we're dealing with and how long Ed has to live." I look up at him, feeling a little awkward that I'm demanding so much from him.

"I can do that, don't worry. Brother normally sleeps a lot, I could be gone for a day and he'd still be sleeping." Al laughs and walks out of the room, gently closing the bedroom door behind him. I sigh and run my hand through Ed's hair, noticing that it's stained with blood.

His clothes are the same, covered in his own drying blood. I know he won't be happy to be covered in dry blood when he wakes up. I sigh, really wishing that Al was here at this moment.

"Edward…Edward wake up." I whisper, gently shaking is right shoulder. Ed lets out groan and snuggles deeper into the bed, ears laid back. Well I guess he won't wake up and if he does he'll fall back to sleep.

Feeling more awkward than I ever have in my life, I lift his sleeping form into my arms, carrying him towards the bathroom. He doesn't wake up at all as I turn the water on, slowly filling the bathtub with warm water. I leave the room and go back to the bedroom, grabbing new clothes for him then returning.

I can feel my cheeks redden as I lift his shirt off. Ed doesn't make a sound; he just lays there on the floor, thank god the kids a heavy sleeper. I look over his stomach like I did in my office a week ago. He's still thinner than normal; I can see his ribs but not as much as before.

Ed lets out a small moan and for a second I think he's waking up but he's still asleep. I can see that his face is drained of color and beads of sweat lay on his face. I carefully put my hand to his forehead, great; to top it all off Ed has a high fever.

"Edward, it's okay." I whisper, hoping he can hear my comforting words. He lets out a small sigh and continues sleeping. I can't help but smile, he's so damn adorable.

I move back to my task, awkwardly I pull his bloody pants off, leaving him in just his boxers. I really really really don't want to take them off, it just seems wrong, even though it's for a good reason it still seems wrong. Well I guess I did see him naked that night when he found about his tail and ears, I still have the bite marks on my hand as a reminder.

With that in mind I remove his boxers, this is so embarrassing and I know if Ed was awake he would bite my throat out right now. I look back at the bathtub, seeing that the water has risen to a fair amount. I turn the water off and take the overly warm body in my arms, carefully lowering him into the water.

Some of the blood comes off in the water, turning the clear liquid a dull rusty color. I grab a washcloth and a bar of soap, rubbing them together until the wet fabric is covered in bubbles. Gently I begin to scrub around his wound and down his arm. Ed fidgets slightly in the water but stays still and dead asleep. Already the washcloth is painted red just from cleaning his arm. I dip the cloth in the light red water and wash away the blood on his side.

"Dad?" I hear a voice slurred with sleep. I slowly raise my head to see Ed staring at me, eyes half closed and his gaze unfocused and blurry.

I just sit there silently, beginning to rinse his hair. He watches me, almost in a loving way.

"I love you dad." He says, smiling weakly. I freeze and look at him, feeling awkward about this whole situation. What the hell do I say to him?

Before I can think the words, "I love you to son." Run from my mouth like water coming out of the tap. My face reddens and I look away, reaching down in the tub to pull the plug out.

I get up slightly so my arms are out of the water, wiping away the bloody liquid from my flesh. Then I feel wet arms wrap themselves around my neck, feel Ed's head burrow into my shoulder.

"Edward?" I ask, scared that he's aware of everything around him. He doesn't respond as I lift him from the water, wrapping him up in a towel. His arms are still around my neck, his wet body touching mine. I suddenly feel a warm feeling take over me; I smile and wrap my arms around his thin waist, pulling him closer.

I hated to admit that sometimes I wish that Al and Ed were my kids. Even though Ed could be a pain in the ass at times he still had a kind heart. He reminded me of myself, always wanting to protect those around him, letting all the guilt and pain rest on his shoulders.

Sighing I pull his arms off of me, I need to get him dressed, he's already shivering from the cold. I put his boxers on first, feeling less awkward now. I carefully put a pair of baggy pants on him and then slide a white long sleeved shirt over his head.

"Love you…love you…" Ed mutters, eyes closing slowly. I lift him up and carry him back to his room, feeling him curl close to my chest. I smile and set him on the bed, tucking the blankets around his sleeping form.

"Love you too." I whisper, kissing his forehead and running a hand through his drying blond hair. I watch as the boy relaxes and slowly falls into a deep sleep, burrowing into the blankets.

Now that I cleaned the blood off of him I have to clean up the pool of drying blood that stains the living room floor. Reluctantly I leave the room, casting one last glance at the sleeping body, lying peacefully in his bed. As soon as I leave the room I think to myself that Ed looks like a sleeping little angel. Smiling at that thought I go and get a towel and a bucket of water, ready to scrub blood from the carpet.