I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or Brotherhood. But there will be some direct lines from the story.

This story deals with a gender-swapped Ed.

And please feel free to comment and or give suggestion.

"An Ishvalan." I said starring down at my attacker. As I said that more emerged from behind stones and broken pillars. I was easily surrounded. The others started walking towards me forming a circle around us. I tightened my grip on the man I was holding down. I heard the footsteps stop fully surrounding us with now way of escaping. I heard a pair of steps walk closer to me. I turned to see what was going on. A tall man with short white hair and a burn on his face was the one to move closer.

"Excuse me young man." He started. I smirked on the inside, it feels nice when I find out people actually think I'm a boy and believe it one hundred percent. "I'm afraid we're going to have to take you hostage until your military returns our holy land back to us." Of course that's what they want, I should have realized that these were survivors of the Ishvalan war of extermination. I adjusted my grip on the Ishvalan I was holding down. I pulled his arm back into an uncomfortable angle and only held on with one hand so I could used my automail arm to help balance from my position. My left knee dug into his back a little and I felt sorry for him.

"They aren't going to return squat for only a single kid." Maybe if I played my cards right I could talk my way out of this.

"It was the death of a single Ishvalan child that started the entire Ishvalan Civil war. I wouldn't underestimate your significance in history." The man retorted. I blinked hard. I really didn't think of that. 'I don't have time to be a hostage I have better things to do.' I started counting their numbers, way to many to fight.

"That's enough of your shameful behaviour." an old voice said. Every head in the group turned to see who was speaking. An old woman was being escorted by a young boy. Her hair was tied back and she had an eye patch covering her right eye. "Look at you fools. Are you all trying to disgrace the name of Ishvala?" She asked and the group of men lowered there heads. The small boy looked right at me.

"Look he wont try to attack you again he's really sorry." I scanned the group looking to see if anyone was going to make a move if I let go. I saw that no one was ready to strike so I let go of his hand and removed my knee from his back. He pushed himself on his knees and grabbed the shoulder of his arm I was holding.

"You stood up for me? I don't understand I thought Ishvalans hated Amestrians." I asked as delicate as I could and still sound like a boy. I was looking right at the old woman.

"Although we despise Amestrians for what they did to our people, we still realise that not all Amestrians aren't bad." The small boy put his hand on his shoulder and I saw a scar the crossed his chest like mine.

"We were both injured in the Ishvalan civil war but we were saved by two Amestrian doctors." I just looked at him I didn't know what to say. I knew that there were children casualties in the war, hell that's where my automail story comes from but I never thought I would meet someone my age who was honestly hurt. "To be honest I do hate you." He said. It was a blow to my gut, he has never met me before yet he is willing to hate me for something my people did. "But the two of them saved me and you deserve the same treatment." He finished. I didn't understand, if he hated me why bother help me. 'wait a second two Amestrian doctors helping Ishvalans.'

"You aren't talking about the Rockbells aren't you?" The young boy and the old woman gasped and looked at each other.

"Wait were you friends with the Rockbells?" The young boy asked.

"Yeah I am. They were like an Aunt and Uncle to me" I nodded. The two were smiling at me now.

"They saved countless Ishvalans throughout the entire civil war." I could feel my face smile, yup that was the Rockbells for you.

"They refused to abandon their post, it didn't matter how much the violence escalated." They seemed to know so much about them, maybe they knew how the Rockbells died. I gulped.

"How...how did they die?" I felt that Winston had the right to know an specifics if he wanted to. At my question the gasped, the old woman bit her lip and the young boy looked away.

"They were both killed." She started, I looked at her to tell her I wanted more detail. "They were murdered in cold blood, and it was done by a hand of an Ishvalan they saved." I didn't know how to respond, why would anyone hurt someone who was helping others. The woman's voice was filled with regret.

"But... How...Why?" I stuttered

"I'm so sorry." She gave her sympathies "There was nothing we could do to stop him." They new who did it, fire grew in my stomach.

"Who did it!" I clenched my fist trying to contain my anger.

"His face was covered in bandages. And he was an Ishavalan monk, he also had a tattoo on his right arm." That bastard. I walked through the crowd to a pillar and punched it with my left arm to let out some anger without ruining my automail. "Can you do us a favour? If you ever visit the Rockbell's resting place, give them our thanks and our apology." the old woman said. I nodded and walked away from the group of Ishvalans.

I got back to Breda and Armstrong later then I intended to. I ran up to them and started apologizing. I looked to Breda who was still giving me the cold shoulder. I mounted my horse and glared at him.

"2nd Lieutenant Asshole, what the hell is wrong why are you made at me?" He kicked his horse getting it to go forward. "You can ignore me forever, I have a little sibling I know how to play this game." I continued. He just looked forward. I smirked at the challenge. "I know why you are mad. It's because not only am I younger then you I have the higher rank and I'm a girl, never thought you were misogynistic." I could see his eyebrow twitch he was breaking, my smile grew and I looked at Armstrong to see what he would have to say. He was smiling at me and shaking his head. "You want to know how the Colonel found out? It was when Scar first attacked me, in the streets Al was screaming sister out loud. Then he told Hawkeye on that little trip we had to my mechanic." I took a breath. "Or maybe you are mad that your Colonel doesn't trust you? Well I'm pretty sure he would have told everyone but the whole story makes him sound like a moron. Didn't look into our files before interviewing us assuming I was a boy because I had short hair, then he got me into the army an under-age girl, now he has to keep it a secret so he doesn't get in trouble himself." I was about to start again when he cut me off.

"You're wrong." He said quietly. I stared at the back of his head.

"Are you going to tell me why or are you going to let me continue with the guessing game?" I asked. I saw his shoulders shrug.

"It's not a trust issue with the Colonel, it's with you." I didn't know how to respond to that. "Why didn't you tell us? instead you make us play this game were we have to find out for ourselves. A team needs to trust each other, maybe not with every detail of there lives but with the things that matter."

"I never thought it did."

"It doesn't, but it makes me question if there is something you aren't telling me that could matter. Just let me know nest time so I can.."

"Can what protect me better? If I wanted to be protected I wouldn't pretend to be a guy." We rode in silence for a few minuets. "Breda? I have something to tell you."

"What is it now?" He turned to look at me.

"My name is Edelle, I'm a girl that's pretending to be a boy so I can fix my brothers body."

"Thank you for trusting me, but that still doesn't change much."

"I do trust you." I said almost to myself I was sure he didn't even hear it. The father the sun set the colder it got, I pulled the tan jacket closer to me.

"So how did Havoc take it?" Breda asked again trying to make conversation I guess.

"It was in Dublith, at the Devil's Nest. He pulled me out of a fight against a homunculus. I was in pretty bad shape so he tried to get me to go to a medic to get checked out. Then when I told him he tried to make me look like a girl so no one would recognize me. I ended up bribing the medics so you can tell how convincing his disguise was, he still owes me a tank top remind me to tell him when we get back." I was laughing remembering his was when I told him.

"Yeah he never was the smartest one in school." Breda joined into the laughing. "I'll keep your secret." I smiled at that. "I still don't fully trust you, but I'll keep it."

"Thank you Breda." The trip went smoothly after that us sharing stories back and forth until we reached Remesbool in the early morning.

We reached the main road Breda and Armstrong started to head for the train station when I stopped.

"Where are you going Chief?" Breda asked.

"I should probably go get my automail fixed shouldn't I?" I looked at Armstrong. He nodded at me.

"It would be the responsible thing to do." He told me.

"In that case see you boys back in Central and tell Al I'll be there soon." I walked off to Pinako's house and on the way there I passed the grave yard, 'I should probably go see mom, and the Rockbells while I'm here.' I made a quick turn into the yard. I was virtually alone there was a tall man standing around the area mom was. I only saw his back and broad shoulders, he had long blond hair pulled back into a pony tail. Wait I know that back, I remember seeing it when I was really younger. I walked closer to the man trying to see his face. I gripped the tan cloak I had tighter it couldn't be. He looked at me with condescending eyes.

"Hohenheim." I said the names tasting like ash in my mouth.

Hey guys long time no post, work has decided to give me more hours...uhgg anyway here it is.

So see you next time with Ed in the grave yard dealing with daddy issues.