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Once Again We Repeat

Authors Note: Welcome to my new story called Once Again We Repeat. This is a Fullmetal Alchemist fanfiction, which I do not own, in which Roy and Ed would get together.

ALSO: I'm sorry I stuffed a lot of things into this chapter, but it was needed to be done to continue the story, and get to the good stuff!

Background - Need to Read: This has a bit of the manga/anime mixed in it. Wrath follows Ed to the gate and sacrifices himself to bring Al back…and when Envy follows after he too is used as a sacrifice. Al and Ed, now back in Dante's mansion have their regained bodies. They destroy Dante's mansion and leave it behind. Thereby finishing their quest. One other thing, Mustang has both eyes.

Summary: With an effective (and kind) Fuhrer in charge, things have settled down until Edward and his brother bring problems to Mustang's door. Mustang and co. now have to deal with one sinister plot, arising romances and a bunch of humor. Oh, and Maes Hughes too

Main Characters:

Edward Elric, Fullmetal Alchemist: returned body, age 17, state alchemist, major, short with a bad temper and stubbornness to go with it.

Alphonse Elric: returned body, age 16, tall and genuinely kind, often picks up after his older brother.

Roy Mustang, Flame Alchemist: age 31, "Colonel Bastard", wants to be Fuhrer, slacks off in paperwork, looks after the Elric brothers

Riza Hawkeye, Jean Havoc, Heymans Bred, Vato Falman, Kain Fuery: Mustang's subordinates, also good friends of the Elric's.

Warnings: This is an Roy/Ed fanfiction…therefore it'll have undertones of shounen-ai. This may also contain other things inappropriate for those under 13.

Chapter 1: FULLMETAL!!!

What have you done Fullmetal!?

"Fullmetal!" Colonel Roy Mustang could be heard through the whole complex, but this did not disturb the other personnel, after all, a certain Alchemist had just returned from a mission and that probably meant he had destroyed a town or dispatched an important person.

Roy Mustang was normally a calm person, logical, and (generally) fair. But when it came to his insubordinate subordinate state Alchemist, Edward Elric, often known as 'Fullmetal' 'Hero of the People' he often loses control of his temper. Edward sat relaxed on the black couch as his commanding officer scowled at him, a rugged report in hand.

"Fullmetal…what is this? It's trash!"

Ed's shoulders went up and down in a shrug. "I was running for my life for the most part," he responded irritably. "I'm always running for my life," he muttered after a pause.

"I don't care," Mustang hissed in annoyance. "You could at least put some effort into it!" He heaved a sigh before regretfully asking, "What's your excuse this time?"

Edward frowned and leaned forward bracing his arms on his knees. "I messed up, okay? I keep forgetting I don't have automail anymore and Al's not a suit of armor. Plus, that whack job tried to turn me into an alchemy project!"

"That had nothing to do with your original assignment though," Mustang reminded him.

"It did," Ed corrected him, "the professor you sent me to talk to was part of this organization that was practicing all different kinds of human transmutation." Edward clenched his right hand as if expecting the automail to still be there. "It wasn't bad…they were forming array's, creating them. The array's themselves were dangerous. Too dangerous for any use. One of them, a lower subordinate I'd assume, caught me lurking. I was brought to his superior officer who recognized me."

Mustang interjected here with a groan. "They saw you?"

"Yeah. So then Al showed up and we fought our way out of there. We didn't kill anybody, if that makes you feel better. We only destroyed their sanctuary and hopefully the arrays inside."

"Is it possible that you were mistaken?"

"No way!" he snapped. "I'm a prodigy in case you've forgotten old man, I don't make stupid mistakes!"

Mustang's mouth twitched, "Are you sure about that, at first you seemed short on brain cells."

"WHO'RE YOU CALLING SMALLER THAN A BRAIN CELL'S CELL?"

'Ahhh…'Mustang though, 'There we go, the typical response to a short joke.'

Ed sat back and watched his superior officer with annoyance. "I don't know why I'm still in the military even though we got our bodies back; apparently I feel that I'm in debt to you. Or the need to repay you that 520 senzu."(1)

Mustang's voice became serious. "Ed, what are you going to do if they come after you?"

"Run like hell, Colonel, and hope I don't get caught."

The Colonel's silence showed what he thought about that plan.

Edward twitched and stood up, pacing the room. "Damn it Mustang! What else am I supposed to do? Lay down and die!? I don't think so! What would you do? You egotistical bastard that knows my every move!" He took a breath and was about to continue when Mustang interrupted.

"I didn't say 'lay down and die', I said find some other plan that might work. Perhaps, investigate some more?"

"That's all I've done with my life! Maybe I want to do something else," he snarled.

This time Mustang shrugged and leaned back in his chair. "I don't know then, Edward. What does Al propose?"

"He didn't propose anything," Edward slumped down in the chair, far more dejected than he had ever been, "He's not even here. He's in Risembool with Winry."

"So, it's not the latest mission that's got you in this mood, it's Al."

"He's still my brother and I love him, but he doesn't understand! We're a team, I'm nothing without him, he's nothing without me! He told me 'Brother, this is my last mission, then I'm going back to Winry', that jerk! Then he goes and says he and Winry are dating! He got all the girls!" Edward's rant had grown more and more furious as he continued.

"Perhaps he does understand. Perhaps he knows it's time you found a new team. Edward, he is something without you, he no longer needs to depend on you, he is human again, and he found someone he likes. By the way, if he's dating Winry, he doesn't 'have all the girls'. Al's probably just trying to make you find your own place, help you out. He always did that, you know."

Edward glared at Mustang, his gold eyes narrowing in suspect. "Why is everyone batting for Al, all of a sudden?"

"Because we know he's right, because we're happy for him?"

"But it's not fair! What did I get out of this deal?!"

"You're being a child, Fullmetal. Grow up."

Ed trembled and sank down on the couch, for once unable to come up with anything. He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes. "It's not fair," he rasped, "Is it because everyone's afraid of my knowledge, of my abilities."

And then Mustang knew the heart of the problem. "You don't know what to do with yourself," he stated, "You're afraid of what comes now. You don't know what to do in a time of peace."

He sighed softly. "Fullmetal, you've got a lot of field experience, and that's all well and good, I've never forced you to wear the uniform since you were so young and you weren't exactly doing things for the military. But now you're seventeen. It's time you wore the uniform. It's time you became part of my team. Do you understand?"

Ed's head dipped and he spoke through gritted teeth, "Then I really will become a dog of the military. I don't want that."

"You can't afford to be picky, Fullmetal. You don't have that many options left open to you, now do you?"

Edward's mouth formed a grimace. He truthfully didn't want to put on the uniform, but it seemed the only way he'd ever get anywhere. He dipped his head in acceptance.

"You win, Mustang. But I want something. I want to be able to say 'no' to an order if I don't agree with it. And I can't say no to an order more than twice a month. Not only that, don't make me your servant," Edward glared. "That's what I want."

Mustang reviewed this in his head, 'Fullmetal becomes a loyal subordinate, mine to command as long as I don't give him petty tasks and allow him to refuse at least two orders a month if he wishes to. This is better than he used to be…he used to disobey or refuse orders at least five times a month. Expenses will go down!'

"You have yourself a deal. Your uniform will be here tomorrow…be prepared to wear it the day after. Dismissed."

Edward untangled himself from the couch and headed for the door a little resentfully. When he exited however, he slammed the door, the bang echoing through the outer office where Mustang's unit sat.

"So Chief," Breda began, "What happened?"

"I officially became a dog of the military."

Havoc's eyebrows rose to his hairline, cigarette dangling precariously at the edge of his mouth. "What? You? How'd Mustang get you into that?" He eyed the blonde suspiciously.

Falman spoke up, "He probably decided that the military had some sense, right?"

Fuery smiled in welcome. Hawkeye looked from the door to Edward and back. "You bargained with him."

Ed grumbled under his breath. "Of course, can't let the bastard have his way."

"By the way, where's Al?" Havoc asked.

"He's in Risembool with Winry, his girlfriend." Edward sneered. "He left me behind to my own whims."

"And that's what had you join the military," Fuery stated more than asked.

"Exactly," Edward nodded his head in agreement.

When Ed went to sit in an empty seat the bow of his braid got caught on the back and snapped, letting his golden hair down around his shoulders.

"Woahhh…" Breda remarked.

"What?" Mustang's voice asked from the doorway.

"Lookit Ed," Havoc whistled. "You've got some hair!"

"I've never seen your hair down before," Fuery added.

Ed looked up with annoyance, pushing it back and letting it settle against his shoulders.

"Yeah, because it gets in the way."

"That's the only thing that's not short about you," the Colonel mocked him.

Ed trembled with repressed rage, "What's the punishment for hitting your superior, Hawkeye?"

"Dishonorable discharge, sir."

"So I shouldn't hit him?"

"That would be correct, Edward." Hawkeye told him blandly.

Falman who had been digging through some stack of paperwork held a folder up. "This seems to be a promotion for one of us." He handed it to Havoc who opened it.

"Not a promotion for me." He gave it to Breda who shook his head and passed it to Hawkeye.

Hawkeye read aloud, "We appoint the rank of lieutenant colonel to one Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist who showed his colors, the ideals of the military: to protect the people of Amestris. In doing so he sacrificed his own goals and himself, showing great bravery. Signed, Grumman."

Silence reigned in the office.

Havoc gave another whistle. "Pretty impressive, Boss. You're only one rank below the Colonel. Who's to say you'll surpass him."

Mustang glared at Havoc from across the room as Ed received congratulations.

"I'll take you to Grandfather," Hawkeye stood.

"Grandfather?" Breda asked.

"He's her grandfather," Falman said blandly.

Ed and Hawkeye left the room and headed to the Fuhrer's office, and Grumman smiled in welcome.

"Ahhhh…Edward Elric. You must be here to receive your badges. We'll have them put on the uniform Mustang ordered for you." He turned and smiled at Hawkeye, "Hello, Riza."

"Good afternoon, Grandfather."

"Task complete!" Ed laughed as he told Hawkeye he was leaving for the afternoon. "Tell the Colonel that I'll see him tomorrow."

Edward wandered out of the building and toward the dorms where he was living for the moment. As he unlocked the door he heaved a sigh. In one day he had gotten a promotion and become a true dog of the military. What else could happen? Ed pushed through into the small room, a single bed with a pillow and blue bed sheets, a desk, and a small kitchen. He bypassed this all and headed to the lone window and opened it, looking down from his third floor room. When he glanced up, he saw the first snowfall.

In the chapter The 520 Senzu Promise Ed promises to pay Roy back when he becomes Fuhrer, and after that a democracy.