Orphaned

Aww, say goodbye to little Ed, and hello to slightly taller and not that much more mature Ed! Not a major difference, but he and Roy have finally hooked up! Enjoy!

creambluebluebaby: Lol, well, here's the tenth chappy, too! Glad you like it so much. Hmm, no reward as of yet, lol. Thanks for reviewing!

Pepp:Lol, at least not the perfect Ed...Woah, three bedroom houses exist here? *looks around* that's fancy! The view...well, ocean side isn't exactly...aw, hell, it's the sewers. Well, Ed is a bit girly...hehehehe. Hmm perhaps that'll work once he can actually use it! Maybe Roy only wants Ed to think he can't use alchemy, though why that would be...actually, I do know. I'm not telling, though, you'll just have to read! Hmm, he'll find out sometime...but it probably won't be for a while (when they start sleeping together...not too terribly far away). Ooh, chocolate sauce...what about the whipped cream? Lol, thanks for reviewing!

Kai: You might, but no one's guessed it yet. Hahahaha, I tricked you all! Ooh, more to live? *hands chappy* here! Thanks for reviewing!

Juna: Ah, the whatchamacallit! Heh, I don't see how Roy could think THAT was useless...That would be hot...shame that isn't what he is...Thanks for reviewing!

IceAngel's Hikari: :) glad you like it! I'll try to update asap. Thanks for reviewing!

Suicievampire: That's what it seems, isn't it? Hmm, not exactly, though in a sense part of your answer's right...Anyway, thanks for revieiwng!

A/N: 4 years have passed since the last chappy. That would make Ed 15, Al 14, and Roy...hmm, guess we never established an age for him. How old is he in the series? Eh, let's just make him...25? Is that really off? I dunno.

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Roy smirked as his boyfriend attempted the transmutation once more. Ed growled in frustration, looking to Roy, "I'm glad someone thinks this is funny. It was working perfectly fine until you came out here."

Roy's smirk only widened, "Is that so? Guess I'm just bad luck." he said, shrugging, "Though, someone with real skill wouldn't have to worry about something like luck."

"Screw you!" Ed spat back and slapped his hands to the ground once more. A small blue light appeared around the transmutation circle Ed had drawn on the ground. Very slowly, a small statue arose from the ground in the middle of the circle; a perfect replication of the dark-haired man himself.

Roy frowned, "It's missing a head." he noted.

Ed turned, a grin on his face, "No, it's not."

Roy blinked, "Well, that's a bit uncalled for." he said.

Ed stood, picking up the small statue, "Not for someone who says I have no skill." he informed the bastard he called his boyfriend.

The older one smirked again, "I didn't mean it, but you always make better transmutations when you're full of emotion. Since anger seems to be the one you're full of the most..." he trailed off, looking down to the angry face of Ed.

"Well, it's certainly not love, now is it?" he asked, turning his gaze away from Roy, "Bastard." The pet name had long since become an unconscious remark, but had also lost any intention of being an insult. It was Ed's version of 'sweetheart' or 'doll'. Roy frowned at the last comment, he hadn't upset Ed that much, had he? He knew the hotheaded boy overreacted a lot and said things he didn't necessarily mean, but that comment was a bit below the belt.

Al walked up to the two, sighing, "Brother, do you always have to pick at every little thing? Roy didn't mean anything by it, and you know it."

Ed shrugged, "I know." he assured his brother, "That doesn't mean I can't make him suffer for it, though."

"I think your normal self is enough of a punishment." Al said, under his breath. He honestly didn't know what attracted Roy to Ed, but whatever it was, it must have been pretty intense to make him stay with Ed after everything the younger one had put him through. He supposed that was what love was all about, though. Al just sighed as he walked inside, leaving the two arguing males outside, 'It's a wonder they haven't killed each other yet.' he thought.

Ed smirked as his brother (his too-innocent brother) disappeared from sight, "Well, then, now that we've gotten rid of him..." he grinned at Roy, who was smirking right back.

"You know, you shouldn't try to get rid of your brother just so we can..." he was cut off by Ed yanking on his shirt, pulling him down to his much...lower level. Ed had grown a little, but he was still a few heads under Roy. The latter, of course, never hesitating to make fun of him for this.

"I've never heard you complaining before." Ed told him, bringing their lips together in a rough kiss. Roy smirked a little, and wrapped his arms around Ed's back, pulling the younger one closer. Roy wasn't even in the same ballpark as complaining at the moment.

Pulling away, Roy smirked down at Ed, "Well, while you play with your little magic tricks, the grown-ups have to get to work."

Ed glared, pushing the laughing Roy back a little, "I don't see any grown-ups here." he commented, looking around. Of course, leaving himself wide open.

"Well, that's just because of your small stature." he informed Ed, "I didn't expect you to be able to see anyone, as close to the ground as you are."

This time, Ed really was pissed, "Who the hell are you to comment on my height?" he demanded, "I never make jokes about you being freakishly tall!"

Roy had to restrain from laughing, but the chuckle was inevitable, "That's because I'm not freakishly tall. I only look that way to you because you're freakishly short."

Ed showed amazing self restraint by not punching Roy right then and there. Instead, he just pouted, "I'll remember this when we start sleeping together."

That would be a problem, but of course Roy couldn't let Ed know that, "You know, I heard somewhere that memory is tied directly to height, so you might not."

Ed growled, "Maybe if you got your head out of your ass, you would hear right!"

Roy chuckled, "I love you, too, dear." he said, giving Ed a small kiss on his forehead.

"Assface." Ed muttered, looking away as the small bit of affection was given.

Roy sighed, the blonde's comebacks weren't always the best, "I've got to get to work now. Be a good boy."

"I'm not a damn dog!" Ed called after him.

"Stay, boy." Roy said, putting his hand out, "And stay in the yard while I'm gone. Don't want the neighbors calling animal control."

Ed shouted some remark back, but Roy couldn't hear him due to the car door slamming shut and the automobile taking off. He sighed as he whizzed past pedestrians, buildings, and other cars. Everyone seemed so blissfully naive that they could be the next target of a brutal murder or someone's next rape victim. Roy, however, was painfully aware of these possibilities. That was probably because he had to witness the product of them on a daily basis, though. He finally pulled into the garage of his 'work'. It was a joke to call this thing a job, while he did get paid for it (rather well), he never got the luxury of a vacation or a day off. He doubted they even had a dental plan. Four years he had been able to keep his job a secret from Ed and Al, 'How much longer until they find out?' he wondered. Ed was becoming quickly skilled in alchemy, and they would come looking for him soon, no doubt. What would happen then, especially when they learned that Roy was knowledgable of the boy's skill? He knew that Ed would never commit such a violent crime as the ones he tracked, but that didn't matter to them.

Roy was a member of an elite police team, composed purely of skilled alchemists. His job was to hunt renegade alchemists, who committed heinous crimes such as murder, rape, and large thefts, and dispose of them properly; meaning he was basically ordered to kill them. Any alchemist that wasn't already on the force was a target, and the most dangerous ones were obviously top priority. Roy had been working on his current case for over three weeks, and he knew exactly where to find the guy, Jim. Jim had committed multiple murders, including several police officers and innocent bystanders. Jim was special, though, he not only killed his victims, but took sick delight in torturing them before hand, making them beg for death before he offered such a sweet release. Personally, Roy couldn't stand the thought of facing this guy, but that was his job.

He entered his office and glared at the papers on his desk, 'Another case already?' he thought. True, he was almost done with his current one, but he usually got a couple days of down time to finish up any last minute paperwork before the boss gave him his next assignment. Sighing, he leafed through the papers, bt saw nothing that interested him. At least nothing that he wasn't used to by now; the rape and murder of a young girl as well as the murder of her nanny, who had been watching her, 'Good job, nanny.' Roy thought, smirking. He knew it was wrong to think like that, but if he didn't; he might just go crazy in that place. He plopped the papers back down on his desk, and headed back out. He didn't see the necessity to come to his office everyday, but it was company policy, so he did it.

"Good morning, Roy!" one of said man's rather attractive co-workers greeted him. Well, attractive to any other guy who liked women. Still, Roy could flirt...

"Morning, Amanda." he said, "Anything interesting on your desk today?"

Amanda blushed slightly, "Nothing I haven't done before. Grand theft auto and a bank robbery."

"Fun." Roy commented, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "Murder, murder, rape, and more murder for me."

Amanda giggled, "The boss really loves to give you those cases, doesn't he?"

Roy nodded, "I think he's hoping that one of them will kill me off."

The other alchemist cocked her head to the side, "How would you know?" she asked, then her eyes widened, "Have you seen him or talked to him?"

Roy smirked, "You konw I haven't; no one has." It was true, Roy's boss had never been seen by a single employee. If asked to see him, anyone and everyone was denied acess, and it remained a mystery how he got the orders out and onto the desks or his employees. Roy always supposed it was for security reasons; not all alchemists waited for the fight to come to them. This year alone there had been over 100 attempts to break into the building and kill the occupants. Of course, only a mere 10 of them got through, and they were immediately 'disposed of' by one or more of the alchemists. It was certainly not a major threat, but it was always nice to be prepared.

"Then why would you say that he wants one of the Renegades to kill you?" she wondered. Renegades was the term the employees used for any alchemist that wasn't 'conditioned', meaning anyone who wasn't an employee of their force, called the Underground. Each alchemist was screened thuroughly and had several background checks done before they were admitted into the Underground. The only way an alchemist could become a member was to approach an existing member directly. They were then screened and, depending on the outcome of the screening, were either initiated or killed on the spot.

Roy shook his head; Amanda might be one of the prettier ones, but she sure as hell was dumb as a rock, "Nevermind." he replied, "I've got to go." He didn't feel like trying to explain to her that it was a joke, then have to explain the joke as well.

"Alright, good luck!" she called.

Roy waved a hand in farewell and continued on his way, 'Once more into the brig.' he thought, and exited the large building into the outside world.
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So, now we know what Roy does. What's up with Roy's boss, though? We all know people who never show their face are never up to any sort of good. More fun next chappy...though, I'm not sure what kind of fun. I'll have to think on that.