Hey, there! Well, with chapter 3 of Far From Home up, i decided to put this up and see how many people like it ^J^

Well, yeah, so, enjoy!

It is MANGA/BROTHERHOOD based.

Not the same ending of course. 'Cuz, well, I don't want to copy the ending…at least not in this story.

WARNINGS: Murder, Character death(most likely), Angst, Pain, and Elricest=EdXAl=Yaoi=Boy-on-Boy, but NO LEMON.

Pairings: EdXAl, Royai, maybe some EdWin(though most likely one-sided)

P.S.-Al might be a pit OOC, but, yeah, i suck at grieving people most of the time, especially with complex people like Al and Ed...

Chapter 1~Waking Up

When I first opened my eyes, all I could see was blinding light. It was…strange. Because of the armor, I was used to staring out of the lifeless metal, shadows always falling slightly over my vision. Though, I never truly had 'eyes' in the armor. Now, the light was all to clear.

Why?

All I could do was squint against the unwanted brightness and attempt to bring my arms up over my face. When I tried, however, something pulled them back, only allowing me to lift them a bit off of the…bed. Even when I tried moving my legs it wouldn't work, and I couldn't hear the usual creek and click the armor would emit. Absently, I noted a mask on my face.

Funny, I thought, why am I wearing a mask? I tried to sit up, but that definitely wasn't working, so I settled for being propped up against my pillow. Pillow? Where am I again? I attempted to focus my sight, willing myself to make out the room I sat in. I noted a small table and a lot of machines, including a heart rate monitor. Oh, that explains it. Brother must be in the hospital again. I frowned at that. Great, he hurt himself again. But, then, why would I be hooked up to these machines? I sat, trying to sort out my confusion, when my realization hit me.

I have my body back.

I looked down at myself, almost scared of what I saw. I have skin and bones! I quickly began to poke my ribs, making sure that I wasn't just seeing things. I continued to stare in awe as my skin moved under my fingers, contently ignoring the fact that I was skinny enough to be a corpse. Then, the door opened, letting in a burst of white light

"Alphonse." I heard a lady shout, and I flung my head up to see where the noise had come from. "You're lucky I didn't have to make you wake up!" I turned my head to the side, trying to focus in on the blurry silhouettes that rushed towards me. I had only made out the outline of black hair and a long white dress before the lady had her arms wrapped around me.

"Who are you?" I asked. Or at least, I thought that was what I said. But all I heard was a jumbled whisper that could only barely be translated to 'wah-uwu'. Actually, it probably sounded even worse than that.

"Alphonse, why the hell did it take you so long to get up? I should think you wouldn't let us worry so much." The lady said; her voice hard and demanding. She held me looser than before, and I had finally been able to fully make out who she was.

"Teacher!" I attempted to shout. But once again, I couldn't even understand my own voice. Teacher loosened her grip and looked up to see my face. Her eyes were unexpectedly soft, and her lips curved up into a slight smile.

"Thank god I didn't have to loose you too." She whispered. I could only stare at my teacher, a look of plain shock etched across my face. I hadn't even recovered from that shock when the door flew open, revealing a tall man in military attire.

"Happy to see you awake, Alphonse." A man with dark raven hair said calmly. He had his hands in his pockets, and he leaned back slightly in a relaxed way.

"Mustang!" I shouted. But of course, my voice didn't sound even remotely close to what I wanted it to. Teacher dropped her arms and turned to face the Colonel, face twisted in an obviously hateful expression.

"The boy just woke up, so why the hell are you here!" she shouted in her very harsh, demanding way. Mustang still stood in the doorway, hangs held up in mock surrender.

"I'm just doing my job. You know, being a commanding officer and all." Teacher still fumed silently, turning to me and whispering under her breath, "Damn lap dog." While Teacher stood, brushing her self off and glancing at the hospital's machines, I turned my attention to the Colonel.

He still stood in the doorway, hands retreating back into his pockets. His expression, usually smug and smirking, had turned oddly dark. His eyes struggled to hide something, but I recognized it as worry. And…something else…that reminded me of someone. Unfortunately, I couldn't think of that particular person.

While I was staring, Roy noticed my eyes on him, and he began stepping towards my bedside. Though, he was coming awfully close to the side table…

"Well, Alphonse," he said, "I'm glad that you've woken up. Mrs. Curtis, would you please—GAH!" I almost jumped from the pillow at the Colonel's sudden cry, watching as his knee slammed into the side table I'd mentioned.

"Colonel!" I tried to shout. He really couldn't understand what I had said, but he could at least hear my worried tone.

"Don't worry. I'm just not used to my impaired vision." He started, "I won't complain, though. This is the best…Fullmetal could do." I wasn't so sure if I could stop worrying just yet.

I was watching the Colonel straighten himself up when the rest of his words finally sank in. That's right! Brother! Why isn't he here? I thought he would be right here, boasting to the Colonel about getting my body back and smiling with me! Mustang was watching me now, his face tense and his eyes beginning to reveal that hidden worry.

"Al, are you feeling alright?" Teacher asked me calmly. I looked up to her eyes, hoping that even if she couldn't understand my words she would be able to figure it out if she saw my expression. With that hope, I whispered out the one word that was swirling inside my head.

"Brother?"