Yay, I finally got it up, thank good for WOW maintenance days. So yeah, I MIGHT be able to type up the 5th chapter today or sometime this week, depending on if my brother's not being a douche.

So enjoy and thank you for all the favorites and reviews, they make me and Ed happy

Savior

I open my eyes slowly, head and eyelids feeling heavy. The room is darker than before, so I must have been out for a couple hours. I sit up in bed and yawn, looking around the darkening room and noticing that I'm all alone.

I shrug and look at the clock on the nightstand, seeing that it's five at night. When did I pass out again? Oh yeah noonish, so five hours. I stand up and as soon as I do I nearly fall down, legs feeling too weak to hold my weight. Eventually I'm able to stumble out of the room, leaning on the hallway wall as I walk to the living room.

"Anyone here?" I ask, voice sounding like I'm still asleep. I then notice the carpet has been cleaned, not a speck of blood remains. I then notice that my clothes have been changed and there's no longer dry blood caked to my skin. What the hell happened when I was asleep?

I hear the rustling of fabric as someone walks towards me. I bare my teeth, worried that some intruder has gotten in while I was sleeping.

"Edward, what are you doing up?" I smell the colonel's scent before I hear his voice. My body relaxes as I take in his form silhouetting the entrance of the hall.

"I was wondering where you were, where's Al?" I ask, looking behind him trying to catch a glimpse of the metal armor.

"He's out doing so errands for me, telling Hawkeye I'm taking some time off and looking for everything he can about Michael Turner." Mustang walks closer to me, flicking on the hall light. The instant brightness blinds me momentarily, when I open my eyes I see that he's just a couple feet from me.

"Did you have the urge to clean up any blood you could find around the house?" I ask, looking down at the floor then motioning to my changed clothes. I laugh slightly when I see him blush; he lowers his eyes to the floor in embarrassment.

"I didn't want you sleeping while you were covered in blood, sorry." I find it very strange that Mustang's acting like this; normally he'd just tell me he did it because he wanted or needed to. But he's apologizing? For what exactly?

"Why are you saying sorry, it's no big deal really." I shrug my shoulders, "It's not like that was the first time you saw me naked."

"You're not mad at me? What the hell happened to the real Ed?" He looks up at me, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"I'm not real happy about it, but I couldn't have cleaned the blood off and I don't think I could have now." I smile and flick my tail slightly. "What the hell happened to the real Mustang? The Mustang I know doesn't apologize for something this stupid."

"I don't know, maybe he had a change of heart after you called him dad in your sleep." Now it's my turn to be embarrassed. I feel my jaw drop in utter shock.

"I said what?" I glare at him as he laughs, smiling evilly.

"You called me dad then said you loved me." Mustang stops laughing but there's still a smile on his face. I don't know what to say, I don't really remember saying that but at the same time if I think hard enough I can slightly remember saying I love you.

I look at the ground, too embarrassed to look up at him. "Dammit, I can't believe I said that to you of all people."

"Do you remember what I said back to you?" He asks, I look up to see warmth in his eyes.

"No."

"I said that I loved you too." I growl slightly, did he do anything else to me when I was unconscious?

"What else did you do to me?" I watch as his eyes fill with a mixture of anger and confusion.

"I didn't do anything to you; I'm not a damn child molester. The only thing I did was wash the blood off of you then dressed you. Ed I truly think of you as a son and right now you need a father figure. I'm always here for you, remember that." I see the warmth and love return to his eyes, I know he means it.

Suddenly my legs give way and I let out a moan of pain as I hit the ground. My head is aching and I'm really not feeling good.

"Edward? Are you okay?" Instantly Mustang's at my side, resting his hand on my shoulders. I cough weakly and look up at him.

"I don't feel good, and it's not cause of what you said either." I lie on the floor on my right side, everything feeling weak. Mustang puts his hand gently on my forehead, I lean into it more savoring the cool flesh.

"You have a fever, and it's not just the common one. You feel like a furnace." He removes his hand and lifts me into his arms, cradling me against his chest. I cough a couple more times then bury my head deeper into his chest.

"I really really don't feel good." I mutter, head aching as well as everything else. Mustang lets out a sad sigh as he sets me on my bed, tucking the blankets tightly around me.

"You don't look good at all, hold on I'm going to get a cool washcloth. That will make you feel better." He leaves the room, leaving me to curl against myself, shaking with cold. I cough again and a shutter passes through my body, making me whimper in pain.

Mustang returns, in his hands a wet washcloth and a pill bottle. He sets the washcloth on my forehead and I can feel the cool water run down my face. I look back at him weakly, gaze unfocused and blurry.

"What's that?" I ask, shuttering in pain and cold. I watch as he pulls a pill out and grinds it up with the bottom of a glass of water.

"It's a painkiller, there were some left over from when you became human again." Mustang swipes the white powder into the water and helps me sit up. I lean against the headboard, feeling the washcloth slip from my face to land on my lap.

He hands me the glass and I slowly drink the water, tasting a hint of medication in it. I didn't notice how thirsty I was until I finished the whole glass, setting the empty cup on the nightstand.

"It's cold." I whimper again, lying back down on the bed, burrowing into the blankets. I hear Mustang sigh as he places a cool hand on my head.

"I know." He says sadly, sitting on the bed next to my head. I place my head on his lap, looking up at him. Mustang places the washcloth back on my head and begins to stroke my head, fingers running through the tangles blond hair.

"My mom used to do this for me and Al when we were sick." I close my eyes and begin coughing, body heaving. His hand is still running through my hair, gently scratching the golden dog ears. "Will I see her when I die?"

"Your not going to die from this, I won't let you." Mustang says fiercely, holding my flesh hand with his free one, "Once Al comes back and tells us what he found out we'll save you."

Just then the front door opens and slams against the wall. I growl weakly and turn my head towards my door, feeling the dog like instinct to protect Mustang well up inside of me.

"Mustang! I have good news and bad news." I hear Al's voice behind the door as he opens it, taking in the sight before him.

"Brother are you alright?" He asks, running to my side. I shake my head weakly and begin coughing again.

"What did you find out Alphonse?" Mustang asks, looking from me to Al, eyes hard and full of determination.