"Hey, Boss."

Roy Mustang looked up from the pile of paperwork he was 'working on' to see Havoc standing in the doorway to his office. He sat his pen down and straightened up in his chair.

"What is it now Havoc, and so help me if its-"

"-its not about Cathy," then muttered under his breath, "not yet at least"

"Havoc!"

"Sorry, I just received word that a storm is coming, big one too, people are being sent home before it hits and it is Fri-"

"-You all may leave" Mustang cut in seeing where this was going. He waved a dismissal hand, slouched, and picked his pen back up getting ready to sign his name again.

"What about you, Boss?" he said while sitting down in a chair across from the Colonel.

"If I don't get this finished, the Riza will have me in the hospital, and if I have to I can stay here all night and sleep on the couch." He pointed to a leather couch on the opposite side of the room, then signed another paper with a sigh.

Havoc grinned, "Good luck with that." He eyed the two stacks of papers, each three inches thick, and a stack of reports he would have to read, which was four inches.

Roy grimaced as he followed Havoc's eye to the report pile and sighed, "And I have the pleasure to read FullMetal's report, or at least, what he did of it…"

"Wonder if I should tell 'em to head back to his dorm?"

Where is he?"

"Where else? Library."

"Good luck, you know nothing can get him out of there, except Alphonse."

"Good point, I guess he'll be fine, see ya Monday Boss."

"See you Havoc."

With that said Havoc stood and left, leaving Mustang alone with his paperwork.

.o0o.

A large bout of thunder shook the building while lightning lit every corner of the room. Rain poured down, drenching everything unfortunate enough to be out in it for even two seconds. It was the thunder, however that shook Colonel Mustang from the robotic gesture of signing his name. There was only a few left, surly Riza would understand, he thought, and it was…he look over at the clock above the doorway. His eyes widened in disbelief.

"Holy shi- its four in the damn morning!?"

He got up from his chair, grabbed his military coat, keys, and the remainder of papers-putting them in plastic to protect them from the rain that was still pouring outside-to take home to finish after some well deserved sleep. As he approached the main doors, he glared, more so at the wetness that was falling behind the doors.

"Oh, I HATE rain…" he grumbled.

Then made a mad dash for his car.

.o0o.

CLANK!GGGGEEEEERRRRR!!POP!!

"YEOW!!"

"Mr. Elric, what's wrong?" A young woman with red hair and glasses appeared with a concerned look on her eyes.

Said 'Elric' look up from his book with a sheepish look plastered on his face. His right arm looked a bit stiff(A/N: sorry, no pun intended T.T…let me rephrase that…) He looked like he was having trouble moving his right arm.

"Nothing, Miss Lily, just a bit of stiffness…" He murmured

She looked suspicious, but turned to leave. His sheepish grin turned to a scowl as he rubbed his right shoulder while thinking that he would soon have to see his mechanic for a tune up. He shuddered at the thought of meeting 'Wrenchy the XVI' as Winry was naming the wrenches that 'died', namely broken as they hit his head or some other body part. He gave a nervous chuckle.

Both is leg and arm had been acting up for the past few days and Al was starting to notice. The damn things had even frozen up on him…on a mission, no less! That was when he looked at the clock, the librarians had long since given up on kicking him out and just hired more staff and stayed open all night.

"Holy shi- its three thirty in the damn morning!" he quickly put the books away, grabbed his coat, and yelled good night to Miss Lily.

"Oh! Mr. Elric!"

He was ten feet from the door when he stopped and turned.

"Yes?"

"You may want to stay here for the night."

"Why?"

"You haven't noticed, its been storming since eight o'clock this evening, pretty badly too, phone lines are down."

He looked thoughtful for a moment before shaking his head. "No thanks, I really need to get back to copy and compare my notes, have to have a report ready by next week"

"Okay, but please, be careful."

"I will" he grinned.

And with that he walked out the door. "Oh, man…she wasn't joking" he stood under the awning, surveying the rain and how hard it was coming down. He put his hood over his head and ran for it, no wonder the automail ports were aching so much! By the time he was down five steps, he was drenched.

About three minutes later the worst thing possible happened: His automail stopped functioning. As he fell face first from running, and into a large puddle, his right ankle exploded in pain as his automail leg landed on it and twisted his ankle, as well as his wrist seeing as he couldn't catch himself, at a very painful angle. And he hit his head on sidewalk as well. So now he was lying on the ground, in the downpour of the century, with no protection, two limbs out of order and the other two throbbing in pain. He tried to stand, but found that putting all his weight on a injured ankle was not the best of ideas.

All he could do was scoot to where he was had a building to lean his back against and sit in the rain.

.o0o.

Mustang was not happy. He was forced to go at 5mph down the empty Central streets, as rain fell in sheets. As a result a normal 15 minute drive, with traffic, was taking an hour with no traffic…nope not happy at all.

It was then he saw a familiar shade of red though the rain, he stopped the car to try to make out the figure that was sitting out in the storm. He or she was sitting, soaked to the bone, against a building, when he saw golden bangs falling out of the red hood the person had on he gasped.

'FullMetal, what the hell…' he thought as he fumbled to get out of his car.

.o0o.

I heard a voice yelling through the storm, it was faint and sounds familiar, at least I think so. I don't know, my head hurts, so does my wrist and ankle. Everything is hazy, I remember my automail stopped and I fell, rain, still rain. That voice is getting louder. I feel hands, they're shaking me, but the hands are shaking too. The voice, male - I think, yells something at me really loudly, I think I should be insulted, but I don't have the energy to care.

Now one of those hands is on my forehead, it feels cool and nice. I try to look at them, but my eyes feel heavy. Suddenly I am being lifted up into the air, a few seconds later, the rain stops and I'm being laid down on something. I try to say something, but my throat hurts. I can't even hear what I say. I should be more concerned, I'm not even sure if I know this person, but I really don't.

.o0o.

"FullMetal!," I call as I get out of my car, "FullMetal, what the hell happened!"

As I approach I can see three things that happened: A right arm that hung uselessly at his side and the other held to his chest as if in pain, he was sitting out in this goddamn storm while injured, and what scared me the most - FullMetal didn't seem to be able to hear me at all.

When I reached him, I shook him to try to get him to respond to me, if only a little. That's when it hit me. I leaned down and yelled, "Come on, say something me you little midget!!" Edward didn't do anything, no glare, yelling, nothing…I was shocked and for the first time for a while, truly scared. I pressed my hand to his forehead, it was burning, and he was shivering. I saw his eyes trying to open and had hope, if only a bit.

Very quickly I picked him up and sat him in the back seat of my car. Just when I laid him down I heard a quiet, pained voice.

"'S goin' on?"

My heart clenched. I whispered that he would be okay before I shut the door and hurried to the driver's seat. Now I took a chance and went 25mph through the sheets of falling water, trying to get home, and Edward safe and dry, as soon as possible. I looked back using the rearview mirror, Edward was passed out and again I felt worry. 'How long had he been out in all this?' I thought to myself. Then softly, but loudly in the quiet car, I said the only thing during the trip through the rain to my house.

"Come on Ed, please, just be okay…"

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Here is something I just learned: Never froget to CHECK the document before you post it...every thing was underlined...ah well...Review Please!! THANKS!