Okay folks, here's a second chapter of my double post. Read, Review, and Enjoy.

It was ten or so when Havoc finally woke up. By then I had soaked my swollen feet, packed my suitcase, and taken a shower. My short bob was already dry, I wasn't used to that yet. As Havoc stirred I clipped my suitcase closed and turned to see him blinking at me. "Good morning," I smiled at him, but it felt cold somehow.

He blinked at me and mumbled, "G'mornin'." He scratched his face where his five o'clock shadow had come in, he was still partially asleep. He looked toward the place Bea's bed had been. He pulled himself up, not even thinking to use his legs. He was so use to not using them. "Where's Bea?" He paused for a moment, "And Little Harry?"

"Bea died early this morning," I picked up a pile of books from my cot and started stacking them on a counter across the room, "I had her taken to the morgue around two a.m. Gracia picked Harry up at eight and took him home with her."

Havoc's eyebrows shot up, "Gracia? Gracia Hughes?"

I looked over at him, "Yes, I couldn't think of anyone better to care for him until his Godmother, and legal guardian could come and take care of him."

Havoc tilted his head, "Harry's guardian?"

"Yes," I nodded turning away from him, continuing to stack the books, "A Major by the name of Dalibora Hesperus. She's fighting in the south right now. A letter will be sent down to her of her new responsibilities, and as soon as she is transferred into central Harry will be placed in her care." It felt odd talking about myself in the third person, then again I had just finished doing things I never thought I would.

"Dalka…" Havoc said quietly.

"I ist knot dis Dalka," I said in my German accent, "I ist hur Doctor, Conradine Heinrich."

Havoc blinked at me. After a minute he spoke again, "Dr. Heinrich… What happened to Bea? How did she die?"

I stopped what I was doing for a minute, then finished it. "I hast vinsihed hur treatmant." I told him as I picked up my suitcase, "I vill be trafaling back 'Ome doday." Breda came in at that moment and took my suitcase from me, and I knew down to Hawkeye's car.

I picked up my long coat and pulled it on. I paused next to the cot, looking at it. Finally I took a deep breath and looked at Havoc, dropping my accent, "Bea died. She died doing something she deemed honorable. I have abided by her last wishes, and I have little choice now, but to leave." I walked up to the foot of his bed. "I'll be seeing you around I guess." I reached out and tweaked his right toe, then his left, "Take care of those feet." I smiled at his surprised look, and turned away, walking towards the door. "Oh and one more thing," I paused and looked over my shoulder at him, "Don't let anyone else get killed." I sent a final wave over my shoulder, and walked out of the room before Havoc could think to say anything.

Hawkeye was gentle on the car ride back to Grumman's home. She let me think, not saying anything. Genz was waiting for me in front of the house when we arrived. I slid out of the car, ignoring everything else, and walked up to him. I looked at his feet for a few minutes. It was strange seeing him in shiny dress shoes, with slacks bordering them, instead of dusty combat boots with blue pants tucked in. Slowly I looked up at him. He was wearing his suit, the silk vest was unbuttoned and his tie was pulled loose. He looked strangely handsome in a button down shirt that was partly open. He hadn't changed the hair or beard I'd given him a week ago. The beard barely covered the two scares on either side of his face, and it looked like his hair covered his entire head and was pulled back into a braid in the back. I tightened my jaw as I looked up at him, I was barely able to meet his eye.

I dropped my eyes then bowed my head. After another moment I stepped forward and placed my forehead against his chest. I could tell without looking up that he was surprised, but after a moment he placed his hands on my shoulders, then wrapped them around me, pulling me closer to him. I reached up and clung to the back of his vest. I wasn't going to cry. I'd already done enough of that, but still I felt safe in my big brother's arms. Like the sins I'd committed in the past few hours couldn't touch me. Genz shifted again his large hands covering my shoulders, "Come on, Angel. Let's go in. We can talk."

I turned towards the door not looking up, Genz's hand wrapped over my shoulder and he led me away, "I don't want to talk… About any of it."

Genz let his hand take some of his weight as he walked down the stairs, the banister creaked and groaned as did the stairs. The woman, Riza Hawkeye, was still there, in the kitchen. Grumman sat across from her, the two of them were drinking coffee. Genz stopped in the shadow of the hallway and watched as Riza stood and refilled her cup. "Would you like some coffee Lieutenant Genz?" She asked without looking behind her.

"Only if it's the good stuff," He replied coming in and sitting at the head of the table.

Riza filled up a mug and set it in front of him, "How's our angel?"

Genz took a sip of his coffee before he answered that. "Asleep," He said finally, "If I know anything about insomnia she hasn't rested in at least forty-eight hours." He took another sip, "She won't tell me what's happened, but I sat and read one of her books to her until she fell asleep. That boy… Havoc?" Riza nodded, and Genz continued, "He's recovered?"

Riza smiled, "I just called the Colonel. Apparently he got up, put on his dress uniform and walked from his hospital, and down twenty-seven blocks to his mother's home. Then he walked back to the headquarters and asked the Colonel for his job back, another forty blocks. Breda was with him."

Genz tilted his head, "So he's better?"

Riza hid her smile with her mug, "Much."

Grumman spoke next, "Then why is Dalka walking around like a shamed child? She should be smiling like a hero."

Genz let the warm mug roll in his hands, "Something happened during the transmutation… Something she won't talk about."

"It might be that woman…" Riza said after a minute.

"What woman?" Genz asked her, both men turning to look at her.

"Dalka met a woman who was staying in the hospital," She explained, "She wasn't being treated properly and Dalka saw to her. Her name was Bea, Beatrice Varmus. Havoc and Dalka became very attached to her. She had a son, a three month old baby boy. She died this morning, Dalka saw to her affairs. She's also the baby's legal guardian. She asked Gracia Hughes to take care of the baby until her combat is finished and she's transferred to Central. I think maybe that's getting to her."

Genz thought about that, "It would have to have been something more… but what?" He rolled his mug in his hands a while longer, then changed the subject, "We have tickets out of here?"

Riza nodded, "They'll be waiting for you at the station. The Colonel couldn't get you any tickets for today, so you'll be leaving tomorrow, eight a.m. don't miss it. It's a three day train ride. From there Breda will escort you both south in the same costumes you came in. That's another three day ride. Then your commanding officer and your team will pick you up, escort you to the drop point and Dalka Hesperus and Genz Bresslau will reappear. Easy as pie. Though I don't understand why Dalka insisted on leaving the hospital today." Riza crossed her arms, "She seemed adamant in leaving before Havoc woke up, but then he did and she left with a smile on her face. It was odd, especially with the way she acted in the car and here."

Genz nodded, "Something bad happened during the transmutation. Something concerning Havoc, this woman and the transmutation." He paused, "I suppose the only thing we can do is wait for her to talk about it."

I listened as their discussion broke up into other things. Then silently I went back into my room closing the door behind me, quietly. I lay back down in my bed and curled up under the covers. It wasn't until then that I cried for Bea, and Harry who would never get to know how great a person his mother was. I prayed for them. I asked Bea to watch over Harry, and to make sure he became the great scientist and doctor I knew he'd become. I asked god to take care of both their souls and to carry Harry threw those hard times that were sure to come. Finally I asked my grandfather for forgiveness for the horrible thing I'd done. I told him, I'd never take another's life with alchemy ever again.

Lessons in life, are hardest in war. Our dear girl Dalka has just met one of the hardest. Taking a life. Now Review and tell me what you think. I need reminders. If you like it review, so I can remember to post!