Disclaimer:I do not own any part of FMA. Here's chapter 3! I hope you guys like it, and please review if you get a chance. Thank-you if you already have reviewed. I really appreciate it! Reviews just make my day! Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes, and if you come across any confusing parts that you don't understand. Feel free to give me any suggestions you might have on what you want to happen next. I probably won't turn any away, unless they conflict with the ending I have planned for the story. Enjoy!

Alphonse waited patiently in the chair next to the bookshelf, for the servant to deliver his breakfast. Once the man came to the door, Al planned to sneak a peek into the hallway and find out an escape route he could take if he could break the wall.

When he heard the familiar knock on his door, he jumped up to greet the servant. The door opened, and before Al could reach it, the man slipped the food in, and slammed it shut. Al growled in anger. He had one chance and he blew it! His stomach rumbled, so he took the tray of food, and set it on the bed. On the tray there were two steaming basted eggs, perfectly toasted bread with a fine layer of butter spread on it, a couple slices of crispy bacon, a cup of ice cold water, and a side dish of frozen yogurt and fruit. It smelled so good, that Al began to dig in, but stopped suddenly when he noticed something unusual. There was an envelope placed underneath the silver goblet that held the ice cold water.

Al carefully pulled it out, without knocking over the goblet, and opened it. There was a letter inside, written in red ink that resembled blood. It read: Dearest Alphonse Elric, I, Fuhrer King Bradley, have invited you to dine with me this evening. I will send a servant to fetch you, and you will be delivered to my dining chambers. You will not only be dining with me, but some very important militants as well, including many of the higher-ups, so be on your best behaviour. We will be discussing some very important things that involve you and your brother. Sincerely, Fuhrer President King Bradley.

Alphonse's stomach filled with butterflies, a sensation he hadn't experienced since he had tried to bring his mother back. Dining with the Fuhrer? Talking about brother? He shivered, and placed his tray of food on the ground. He had lost his appetite, and knew that he wasn't going to be gaining it back any time soon.

"Are you sure you're ready, Ed?" Winry asked, nervously. His wound was close to being healed, and he was attempting alchemy for the first time in days.

He nodded. "Winry, it's just alchemy. It's not like I'm lifting weights or anything."

"I know", she replied, sullenly. "But it's just that it's hard for you to move your arm, and alchemy takes up energy that you don't have right now."

Ed rolled his eyes. "I've got to get to Al as quickly as possible, and this is already taking up valuable time."

Winry sniffled, and nodded. Edward clapped his hands together, wincing at the pain that only a slight movement caused, and he placed them onto the floor of the church. Blue lights appeared as an alchemic reaction occurred, and, when it was finished, the result was a wooden sword made out of the church's wood flooring.

Ed's breathing was heavy, and there was sweat on his brow. Winry patted his shoulder, and asked, "Are you alright?"

Ed smirked and answered, "Yeah, I'm fine. That was great. I can't believe how much I've missed doing alchemy, and it's only been a few days."

Winry was unusually quiet, and looked depressed. "You're still not upset about the incident with Al, are you Win? I told you I don't blame you, and I'll rescue him, I promise", Ed comforted.

"It's not that. I was wondering how you plan to get Al out safely without getting yourself killed in the process. You also can't let the Fuhrer get a hold of the stone. Who knows what he plans to do with it?" Winry shuddered.

Ed replied, "I don't know what I am going to do yet, but I promise that I won't get myself killed and I promise to get Al out of there alive. Also, if you want, I can promise to try to not let the Fuhrer get the stone in his possession, but that might be the only way to free Al."

Winry nodded, and Ed could swear he saw a weak smile flutter to her face, before it disappeared to leave the blank stare that she has worn since she told Ed about Pinako's death. Edward continued with, "When I leave, you have to promise not to get yourself caught be anyone who could be linked to the military. You could be a valuable hostage, and I can't have you in any sort of danger."

"When are you leaving?" she asked him.

"Hopefully tonight. I don't know where I'm going, or what I'm going to do, but somehow, I have to save Al. If I don't act soon, the Fuhrer will most likely hurt him. He just got his body back, and I don't want him to have to experience too much pain too quickly. He might go into shock, or the pain he feels might hurt much more than it would for a normal person, just because he's not used to it."

Winry closed her eyes tightly, holding back the pool of tears that had formed when Ed said that Al might be hurt. "Leave now", she mouthed.

Ed appeared puzzled. "Are you sure, Winry?"

"I don't want you to go, but I don't want them to hurt Al. I'm scared for him, and he's probably scared, too. We can't keep him in danger like this. So, please, hurry and rescue him", she explained.

Edward nodded. "Yeah, I'll rescue him for sure. Take care of yourself Winry. Stay hidden, and keep out of site. Don't let anyone know where you are. I promise I'll make everything better."

Winry didn't respond, so Ed turned to leave. But, suddenly, Winry grabbed his shoulders, spun him around, and slammed her lips onto his. At first he struggled, but then he relaxed into it. It was his first kiss.

Her lips parted slowly, and Ed stuck his tongue inside, exploring her mouth. He was unsure at first, but, somehow, instinct overtook him and he knew what to do.

Winry entwined her fingers in his hair, and Ed stroked her hair. They were so close and their breathing was so heavy. Then, simultaneously, they both pulled away, and pulled each other into a tight hug. Winry sobbed into his shoulder, "Don't get hurt Ed."

"I won't", he replied, releasing her, and leaving her. She fell to her knees and watched him walk away, not sure if she'd ever see him again. She wiped her eyes, with her sleeve and waited until he was out of sight before she started to cry again. Goodbye Ed, she thought.

Ed left her, and he heard her sniffle. He wanted to go and comfort her, and tell her that everything would be fine, but he was scared that if he seen her, he wouldn't be able to leave her. He tried to focus on thinking about Al, but the thought of the kiss kept floating to the surface of his mind. Goodbye Win, he thought, and he gathered himself up to face the oncoming wave of fear that hit him so hard that he almost fell over. He was so scared. What would the Fuhrer do when he had Ed and the stone? What was he doing to Al right now? Despite the fear, guilt and stress that overwhelmed him, Ed walked on, and didn't turn back.

Roy bolted up in his bed, sweat dripping off his forehead and down his back. It was just a nightmare, he told himself, over and over again. When his breathing became easier again, and his heart stopped pounding, he looked down beside him to see a sleeping Riza. He stroked her hair, as he absentmindedly thought about his dream.

He had been in a forest, and the military was chasing him. He had had the Philosopher's Stone in his pocket. That's what they were after. He had passed dead bodies of the soldiers who had supported him. They had been slaughtered. He passed the bodies of Havoc, Falman, Breda, Fuery, and even Hughes. He has stopped running when he had seen the Fuhrer in front of him. In Bradley's arms was an unconscious Edward. The Fuhrer was holding a knife to his throat, and on the ground next to them lay Alphonse Elric's slaughtered human body, and an empty suit of armor beside it. The Fuhrer ordered Roy to give him the stone, but before Roy could even process the thought, the Fuhrer plunged the knife into Ed, and Ed's eyes went wide, and then blank.

Then, Riza appeared next to him, and said, "Give me the stone, Roy." She held a gun to his head, and he reached into his pocket for it, but it wasn't there. Riza shot him, and that's when he woke up.

Riza smiled in her sleep, as Roy continued to stroke her. She opened one eye, and sighed, contentedly, when she seen who was stroking her. She sat up next to him, and held the blanket wrapped around her naked body. "What's wrong, honey?" she asked.

Roy smiled and shook his head. "Nightmare", he replied.

Riza nodded, and wrapped her arms around his naked body. "Are you alright now?"

"Yeah..."

"Good, good." She nuzzled him. "What are you thinking about?"

"Actually, I was thinking about Fullmetal. I'm scared that, because Alphonse is captured, he'll do something reckless to get him back."

Riza sighed. "You're scared he's going to give the Philosopher's Stone to the Fuhrer, aren't you?"

Roy shook his head. "I know that I have to trust that he'll do the right thing, but I just can't... I'm going to take a shower and get dressed."

"Okay" Riza said, slipping on her housecoat and slippers. "I'll prepare some breakfast."

"Sure, you do that..." Roy agreed, not really paying attention. She started to leave the room, but Roy called to her, "Riza, I think I'm going to try to find Fullmetal, and help him get his brother back safely, and without getting himself killed."

"Sir..."

"I heard that he was spotted in Resembool, so I'll start by looking in that area."

"Sir..."

"I'll make sure that Fuhrer doesn't get his hands on the stone."

"Roy..."

"I gave up a lot to keep that stone from getting into the wrong hands, and I won't let Fullmetal ruin all my hard work, and let all that I did be in vain."

"ROY!"

"What?"

"You're not going alone. I'm coming. Edward is not the only one who does reckless things around here", Riza exclaimed.

"Fine", Roy replied. "Be ready to leave here in half an hour."

"Right", Riza exclaimed. She saluted Roy, and they both smirked.

Alphonse heard footsteps coming down the hallway towards his room, and he swallowed his fear. He couldn`t stop trembling as the lock clicked open, and the handle turned. The door swung open, and revealed a sullen looking Havoc.

"Havoc...?" Al asked. "Is that you?"

"I should be asking you that, kid. You are Alphonse, aren't you?"

"Yeah, Ed used the stone and got my body back."

"So I heard", Havoc replied. "You look a lot like Ed, you know."

"We are brothers, you know."

"I'm here to bring you to the Fuhrer, so you can dine with him."

"I know..." Al whispered, and he hugged himself.

"He's not going to hurt you, yet, kid. He's giving your brother about a week to act, before he'll decide to do anything to you."

"What do you mean by act?" Al asked.

"No time to explain. You have to be there in 10 minutes" Havoc explained.

"Will you be there?" Al asked.

"No, I'm not one of the higher-ups, so I won't be dining with you guys. Now, we've got to get going. We'll talk more afterwards, got it kid?" Havoc said.

"Okay..." Al agreed, and followed Havoc down the hallway. Al made a mental note of all the exits from the hallway, but he couldn't escape yet. There was a soldier guarding every door. He memorized the way to the dining chambers, and exits and passages leading from there. He knew that, outside of his room, he would be able to perform alchemy.

Once they arrived at the destination, Havoc swung open the double doors. Behind them was a huge room, with a long table seated for fifty people or more, at least. Every seat along the sides of the table was occupied by a soldier, and at one of the heads of the table sat the Fuhrer. The other head of the table was empty and obviously reserved for Al.

The table was covered with magnificent dishes, even better than the food that he was served in his room, which was really delicious. His stomach growled, since he hadn't eaten anything all day. "Good luck", Havoc whispered, as he gestured for Al to enter.

Al stepped in, and the doors slammed behind him. "Nice of you to join us", said the Fuhrer, and all the other's murmured in agreement. Al slowly walked to the empty chair, and sat down, as all the eyes in the room watched. He took a deep breath, and prepared himself for what was to come.

Winry woke with a start. She had fallen asleep while sitting on an old, rotting pew in the church. She stretched, and yawned, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She looked around the room for Ed. "Ed...?" she called out, but then she remembered that he had left.

Suddenly, she felt horrible. She was overcome with fear for her best friends, grief for her grandmother's passing, loneliness, and guilt. She sighed, and stood up.

Her clothes were filthy, as were her hands, face, hair, and pretty much everything. She probably stunk, for she hadn't showered in a week. She hadn't eaten much in days, nor drank much. How could Ed have stood being around such a filthy person? She didn't believe that he hadn't noticed, or that he didn't care.

What was she going to do now? There was nothing to do but wait for Ed and Al to come back, something she had spent the majority of her life doing. Winry sighed. She wanted, so desperately, to give her grandmother a proper burial, or at least a tombstone.

She suddenly got an idea. Ed had only told her to stay hidden. He didn't say that she couldn't leave the church. She would go to where she buried her grandma, and she would make a tombstone for her. Then, maybe, she would go back to her house and get something to eat, or sleep there during the night, where she would be warm and comfortable.

She left the church, and the chill of the night air hit her. She shivered, and her teeth chattered uncontrollably. She hurried to the spot behind her house where she had buried Pinako.

Upon looking around, Winry discovered a nice, big rock, which she placed on top of her grandmother's grave. With another sharp rock, she carved into the tombstone: Pinako Rockbell, loving mother and grandmother, praised automail mechanic, will be missed dearly by loved ones.

She wiped the sweat off her brow, after her hard work. Then she cursed herself when she realized that she hadn't included the year of birth and death on it. Oh well, she thought, I don't know what year she was born anyway.

She heard footsteps behind her, and her eyes went wide. She slowly turned around, and seen that it was only Den.

"Oh, Den!" she exclaimed. "I am so glad you're safe." Den nuzzled the hand that was stroking her. "Let's go home", Winry said, kissing the top of Den's head.

They walked together towards the home, and once inside, Winry inspected the damage caused by the soldiers that had invaded. Only the main floor was ruined. She and Den headed to Winry's room, and the both snuggled up on the bed together. It was so comfortable compared to the cold, hard, damp, floor she had been sleeping on.

She was resting peacefully for a short while, until she heard someone enter in the front door. She heard voices arguing, and she realized she wasn't the only one in the house anymore...

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