Konnichiwa, Minna-san! Welcome to my newest FMA fic. Before I begin, I have to state some facts about the content of this story:

1. It IS an MPREG. That means it involves MALE PREGNANCY

2. Unlike most mpreg fics out there, this one DOES NOT CONTAIN YAOI (there may be one scene put in the next chapter, but believe me, this kind of yaoi has nothing to do with love)

3. This, like all of my other FMA fics, is an EDXWINRY fic.

You have been warned, and if you're satisfied, you can read this pretty disclaimer...

I DO NOT OWN FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST BECAUSE I'M NOT AS BRILLIANT AS ARAKAWA HIROMU!

Last but not least, this fic is dedicated to my three FMA buddies: Lexa (my Winry), Glory (my Aru), and Mary (my Riza).

Enjoy!

-Colie-chan

Sin

Chapter One

Alphonse hurried around the apartment, collecting articles of clothing that has been strewn about and putting them on as he went. For once in his life, he had woken up late for work, meaning that not only he, but Edward was late also. The boy had figured things would change once he was back in his flesh body, but he now guessed that some things could never change. Edward still loved his sleep, and he still wasn't very responsible. So, being the more mature of the two, Alphonse was left to wake his brother up every morning to see that he wouldn't be late for work.

He sat down on his bed to put his shoes and socks on, having difficulty untying one of the laces. "Nii-san! Wake up! We're gonna be late!"

He had expected a response. Not a sentence, not even a word, just a mere grumble that told him his brother had absolutely no intention of waking up. But, he heard nothing.

Quirking a brow, Alphonse tried again. "Nii-san!" Still, nothing. "Nii-san, I know you're in there, don't make me drag you out of bed again!" This time he gave it a few seconds before he stood up with a sigh, and headed to his brother's room.

Normally, one would have to swing the door open in order to wake Edward from his slumber, but Alphonse noted that the door was wide open as he approached the room. He pushed the thought aside and stuck his head into the room, staring directly at the bed. It was empty. "Nii-san?.."

The one time he didn't expect to get a response he heard a loud wretching sound coming from across the hall. The young teenager turned around, rushing for the bathroom, only to find his brother crouched over the toilet throwing up violently. "NII-SAN!" Alphonse screamed, rushing to his brother and holding his hair back.

Edward gave a shudder before flushing the toilet and letting out a sigh. He rose from where he sat and turned to look up at his brother. "M-Morning."

"Nii-san, are you alright?" Alphonse had to admit, that was a dumb question. Ed was pale as a ghost. His skin was clammy, yet burning hot probably from a fever. His cheeks were tinted red, and from the look in his eyes he hadn't gotten very much sleep last night. "Maybe you should skip work for today..."

Ed shook his head, getting to his feet and moving to the sink. He opened up the cabinet and took out a bottle of mouthwash. After gargling and spitting, he turned to his brother. "I'm fine."

"Nii-san, you are not fine," Alphonse insisted, a worried look in his almond eyes. "You've been throwing up nearly every morning for two weeks now! Maybe it's time you went to se–"

"Don't even suggest that, Al," Ed growled, slanting his eyes. "I'm not going to some stupid doctor just so he can poke me with needles and tell me that all I need to do is get more sleep. It's a waste of money and time!"

"Ed, you're being ridiculous."

Edward turned on his heels and crossed into his room, ignoring his brother. He gathered up his clothes, put them on, and straightened up his hair before nearly colliding with Al who was following him around becoming more and more frustrated with his older brother. "I'm fine, end of story. Let's go to work."

Al gave a heavy sigh and let his shoulders slump forward before agreeing with his brother. "Fine, but if you throw up one more time I'm dragging you to the doctor whether you protest or not."

Central was buzzing with activity that morning, just as much as it always was every other morning. Secretaries rushed to deliver papers to certain rooms, lower ranked officers took orders from their commanders, and of course in all of this mess, Edward Elric found himself sitting in front of the person he dreaded seeing most.

"So, Fullmetal," Colonel Mustang began, lacing his fingers together under his chin and staring smartly at Ed. "Get those reports done?"

Ed grit his teeth. You ask the Colonel for one favor and you wind up doing his paperwork for a week, just how is that equivalent exchange? "No..."

"And why's that?" Mustang prodded.

"I–"

"Brother's been sick." Al piped in, gaining the Flame Alchemist's attention. Roy gave a look as if to say "go on" and so Alphonse obeyed. "He's been throwing up very often, so much so that he hasn't really been eating."

"Fullmetal? Not eating?" Roy asked, sounding shocked. "This must be serious."

Ed's brows knitted together in frustration. "Oh ha ha, very funny. You know what Al, he doesn't need to know how I'm feeling. It isn't like he cares anyway."

"That hurt, Fullmetal."

Ed rolled his eyes and looked over at the wall across from him. "Is the paperwork the only thing you wanted from me?"

Roy tilted back in his chair, unlacing his fingers and placing his hands on the armrests beside him. His smart grin never faded from his face, yet you could detect a bit of concern in his eyes (or was Ed merely seeing things?). "Actually, I had a mission for you, Fullmetal. But seeing as you haven't been well, I guess this mission will have to go to your brother." His gaze turned to an eager Alphonse.

"Sure! I can do it alone."

Ed spun his head to look over at the Colonel angrily. "Nu-uh. No deal. Al and I do everything together or we don't do anything at all–" The small alchemist's sentence was suddenly interrupted by a strong wave of nausea, which Roy and Al instantly noticed.

"Nii-san?"

"You look a little green, Fullmetal."

Edward clutched his stomach and felt himself slowly lean forward into somewhat of a fetal position. Not only did he feel like he could blow chunks at any second, but a sharp pain cut through his stomach as if he was being torn open. He let out a weak moan, closing his eyes, feeling sweat begin to pour down his face.

"Oh no, you are NOT going to throw up in he–"

Ed made a horrible lurching sound as the contents of his stomach emptied onto the carpet of Roy's office. He felt terribly embarrassed and sick beyond belief. He barely had enough strength to look up and catch the expression on his commanding officer's face before he was caught by Alphonse's strong arms.

"That's it!" Roy yelled, getting to his feet, knocking his chair over. "Alphonse, take him to the infirmary. After you've dropped him off, come see me about your mission. I'll be getting a janitor."

"I-I don't need to."

Roy began to walk out of the office. "That's an order, Fullmetal."

Ed hated the infirmary, even more than he hated Roy. He hated doctors in general (except for the Rockbells), and he had a good reason to. They couldn't save his mom. They could only sit by her side, diagnose her, and tell her that she had little time left to live. They did nothing to try and cure her. For that reason, Edward Elric would forever hate doctors.

The smell of the infirmary wasn't to his liking. It smelled of rubbing alcohol, and the air was thick, almost as if disease clung in it. The tiled floors seemed like they'd go on forever as he walked down a hallway following a nurse, Alphonse at his side. He had no reason to be here, he was perfectly fine. 'Just a little stomach virus.' But if it was just a simple virus, why hadn't it gone away within a few days? Why had he been suffering for over two weeks? Why wasn't he able to keep his food down and his strength up?

As much as he hated to believe it, he probably did need to be checked out. Being sick for that long isn't normal (but for that matter, neither is Ed.) So when the nurse brought them to a room at the very end of the hall, Ed didn't protest when he was asked to take a seat on the examination table.

The paper crinkled under his weight as he sat down, giving a nervous glance over to his brother. Alphonse stayed while the nurse questioned Ed, and after she left, so did he (before telling Ed to cooperate and "be good.") As he waited for the doctor, Ed looked around at the room in which he sat. Everything was white; the walls, the floor, the cabinets, the table he was sitting on, everything. He looked over at the table where various medical instruments were spread out. He had no idea what half of them did, nor did he wish to find out. Just about the only thing in the room that looked familiar was the sink in the far left hand corner. A tiny window was to his right, letting in tiny rays of sunlight from the outside.

Finally, a man dressed in a long white lab coat walked through the door, shutting it with care behind him. He turned to Edward, smiling, his eyes almost disappearing from the strain. He had a huge mustache and a big scruffy beard. It appeared that he had hair in all the wrong places, and most of it connected together, making him seem like a giant hairy ape. Yet something about him seemed genuine and caring.

"You must be Edward Elric," the doctor said, smiling yet again. "My name is Doctor Callaway."

Ed folded his arms and nodded. "And you're going to figure out what's wrong with me?"

Doctor Callaway nodded as he pulled up a chair in front of his stubborn patient. He had a folder in his slightly wrinkled hands which he propped open in his lap. "I intend to try to help you, Mr. Elric. Now, it says here your symptoms include nausea, stomach pains, slight fever, sweating, and you're refusing to eat. And this has been going on for how long?"

"About two and a half weeks." Ed replied, not taking any of this seriously. Honestly, how was the guy supposed to cure him? It'd go away on its own.

"Hmm...get on the scale please, I need to weigh you."

Ed looked to his left where a large scale sat. He shrugged, figuring this couldn't cause him pain or discomfort in any way, so he obeyed and stepped on. Doctor Callaway stood over him, moving the metal on the scale into place and finally balancing it out. His eyes widened slightly when he finished.

"You said you haven't been eating?" he asked as Edward got off the scale and back onto the table.

"I've been eating only a little. Why?"

The doctor furrowed his brows and looked Ed straight in the eyes. "It seems you've gained weight."

Ed blinked stupidly. "So?"

"Logically, if you haven't been eating, you'd lose weight. But it seems you've actually gained a few pounds, which is odd considering how much you've been throwing up," the doctor paused for a moment to think. "I'll have to run a series of tests before I can come to a conclusion with what you have, Edward."

Ed swallowed nervously, shifting slightly on the table. He kept his eyes on the floor, trying not to show his fear. "W-What kind of tests?"

"Just simple blood tests, nothing to fear," doctor Callaway replied, scribbling something down on Ed's chart before sitting back down. "But first I'm going to have to ask you some personal questions."

Ed folded his arms. "Shoot."

"Are you sexually active?"

Ed's eyes widened. "WHOA! That's just a bit personal, don't you think?!"

"Answer the question, Edward." Doctor Callaway prodded.

Ed bowed his head, his expression becoming dark. "Not...exactly..."

Doctor Callaway quirked a brow, becoming interested. "What does that mean?"

"It means–I don't know..."

The doctor leaned in closer to his patient, making Ed even more uncomfortable. Ed avoided the doctor's gaze at all cost. "You know that everything you say in here is confidential. Not a word of this will leave this room. It's completely between you and me."

Ed looked up nervously at the doctor. Could he actually trust that? He just met this man, this man who was a doctor. Ed never felt comfortable sharing anything about himself with anyone, sometimes not even Alphonse. And what he was about to say was something that hadn't left his mind for a second since the night it occurred. He took a deep breath, clenching his fists, heart racing. "I was raped."

-Author's Corner-

Yaaaay!! End of chapter one! I know, it's very short (and I usually write very long chapters). But I felt this one needed to end here. The next chapter will be a flashback, and I'm not so sure about the length of it. So, this will continue either halfway through chapter two, or in chapter three. Although all you smart people out there already know what's wrong with our favorite chibi alchemist.

Reviews are very much welcomed! I hope you enjoyed it!

-Colie