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A Little Light of Love	By : squallstorm Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7987 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 12
Disclaimer:
I do NOT own Fullmetal Alchemist or its characters.....I'm just
playing with them.

Author's
note:

I'm
sorry this chapter isn't as long as usual but I promise to make the
next one longer....I hope XS

Thanks
to ZaKai for reading through this chapter and finding all my many
mistakes.

(1)
Spanish Influenza – The unofficial reason WW I ended when it
did. So many of the soldiers on both sides died as a result of this
pandemic that they no longer had troops to fight in the trenches.
Those who survived the infection had lasting compilations.

Chapter
11

Lady
Rose led the way off the elevator platform, her heels clicking on the
concrete floor as she made her way towards Oberführer Schreck.
Her husband hurried to catch up with her, but Lady Rose didn't stop
until she was standing before Julius.

“Lady
Rose, always a pleasure.” Schreck lightly clasped her hand and
brought it up to his lips. “Your lordship.” Schreck
inclined his head at Asherton, and then at Maxton. “If you'll
follow me, were meeting in the control room.”

They
walked around the vast scaffolding and army of workers, to climb up
the metal staircase at the back of the chamber. Lady Rose glanced
left, then right, taking in the scurrying of the construction workers
and the rigging all around her. This was Lady Rose's first time in
the complex and it was truly an amazing piece of engineering.

As
soon as they entered the control room and closed the door, the sound
of many men talking and working vanished. Lady Rose didn't realize
how tough the noise was on her ears until it was gone, leaving only
ringing silence. The Seniore and Dr. Marcoh were waiting for them;
seated at the conference table. A few nameless technicians were also
seated at the table.

“Dr.
Marcoh, please start us off.” Schreck ordered as soon as
everyone was seated.

“Right,
well, this is the first time we're all meeting like this.” Dr.
Marcoh started off, standing to address the room. “First off,
I understand from Mr. Maxton's time schedule, that his project won't
be ready for a few more days at least. Really, the boys were taken a
bit too early. Although, if the Seniore had his way back in Italy
they might not be here at all,” Marcoh glanced over at the
Seniore nervously; the dark look he was receiving made him hasten to
add, “but it all worked out for the best eh?”

“Actually,
I might be able to cut the remaining time down to two days, that is,
if all goes well.” Maxton interrupted.

“Excellent,
Mr. Maxton. Will there be any negative effects as a result?”
Schreck asked. Maxton shook his head no. Nodding his understanding,
Schreck tilted his head at the doctor, “go on.”

Clearing
his throat, Marcoh continued. “Our progress on the bio weapons
is progressing to the point where we can start thinking about field
testing, and the research on the Uranium bomb has hit a small snag--”

“What's
this! You told me yesterday that is was going fine!” Schreck
slammed his palm into the table. “This is unacceptable!”

“Oberführer
Schreck, p-please be assured that w-we'll rectify that immediately.”
Marcoh stammered.

“Sit
down, I've heard enough out of you.” Schreck flicked his hand
in dismissal. Marcoh slid bonelessly into his chair, he looked like
he had just escaped from the jaws of death. “Your lordship,
please tell us how the acquisition is coming along.”

Clearing
his throat, Asherton addressed the table from his chair. “I'll
be making the exchange in a few days at midnight. The money is ready
to go and I plan to kill the seller and dump his body in the desert
where the carrion birds will take care of the rest.” A slow
smile spread across his lips. “After that the Führer will
have a state of the art army in order to crush Europe and anyone else
he sees fit to destroy.”

“Well
it looks like almost,” Schreck glanced at the doctor,
“everything is coming together. If there's nothing else I've
prepared a light meal for us in my chambers. Dr. Marcoh a word
before you go.”

The
doctor slunk over to the Oberführer and awaited the verbal
dressing down he always got from him when there was set backs.

“I
don't want to see you until were back on target with that bomb. It's
a major piece in the plan to strike out at the Jews and other dirty
elements. Make sure we're ready when the Führer asks.”

“Yes,
sir.” Tim watched as they left the control room for the more
intimate, personal quarters of the German elite SS officer. Well he
couldn't really do anything about the bomb RIGHT now, but he could
'bump' into the blond on his way to the chamber. Content with his
plan, Tim pushed open the door to the control room and headed towards
the cells.

- - - -

Ed shivered in the cool
cell. There was no pallet or blanket. It was just a bare stone and
concrete room. As he lay with his back on the floor, staring at the
small beam of light coming from the bared window on the door, Ed's
thoughts finally turned to the colonel look-a-like.

His mind had run around
in circles for hours, dissecting each instant from last night. His
body went cold just thinking about the sickly hot breath on his face
when the Seniore had gotten close to him, or the laughter of the
soldiers watching. The fact that Al, Noa and Isabella had seen the
whole humiliating event was enough to make him winch, but as soon as
he thought about that man, Roy what's-his-name, his mind stilled. A
slow smile split his somber face at the memory of him.

He was definitely
younger then his colonel, but Ed had fallen very easily into the
familiar banter he used to share with the colonel, so this world's
Roy seem to have a similar personality, but how far would that
extend. Did this Roy love women too? Would he have to watch from
the side lines again? Really, what chance would he have, regardless.
This world frowned on same sex relationships. Even IF he got
together with this Roy, they would be ostracized from all sides, no
one would accept them. How could he do that? For once, though, it
felt nice to have someone taller then him. It had made him
feel...... protected.

At the sound of the
outside door opening, Ed rolled onto his feet. Groaning at his limbs
unwillingness to move, he walked over to the door of his cell and
pressed his face into the bared window. There was a new soldier
speaking with their guard. Ed was unable to catch what they were
saying, but they were looking at him. Still heavily wrapped in
bandages, the giant came in a few moments later without acknowledging
the other men and went straight to Noa and Isabella's cell. The
soldiers didn't pay any attention to the giant as he moved past them.

“Hey!
How about a blanket or some food here!” Al yelled at the
guard and the newcomer, he also had his face pressed against the
bars; at the mention of food Ed's body reminded him that he hadn't
eaten since breakfast last morning. “Come on! At least give
some food to the child!” Al rattled the door to his cell, but
he was ignored. Ed could hear the giant's cooing at Isabella pause
for a moment.

The soldier and the
guard both approached Ed's cell. Ed stepped back into the middle of
his room, excepting the worse. The guard pushed the door open,
letting it hit the interior wall of Ed's prison, and stepped aside
for the soldier to see into the cell. Shifting his weight, Ed eyed
the gun leveled at his chest. The soldier must have sensed that Ed
was thinking about attacking, because he cocked his gun at the blond.

For now, Ed would go
along with this. He was through being rattled by the Seniore; it was
time to start work on getting out of here. If they were going to
take him somewhere in the base, it was a perfect time to start
looking around. The soldier flicked his gun towards the room. Ed
walked past the guard and the soldier, stopping in the middle of the
room.

“Hey!
HEY! Where do you think your taking my brother!” Al shouted
at the soldier, rattling the door in his frustration. “Answer
me!”

Looking over his
shoulder, Ed saw the small framed face of his worried brother; his
chin was caked in dried blood from a split lip. Ed winked at his
brother, and just before he turned around, Ed saw the smile on Al's
face.

The giant watched all
this and after a moment he followed the soldier and his prisoner out
into the hall.

- - - -

“It's
a little tight, eh? Ha, well you did draw the short straw.”
Said Colonel Tompkins, slapping Roy on the back in a familiar manner.
Roy just frowned from under his dark hair, as he tried to bring the
two halves of his jacket together. “Hey, Jones, how's your
uniform fitting?

“Just
GREAT, boss. Like a dream!” Jones called from the other side
of the bouncing truck, chuckling at Roy's darkening expression.
Jones gave him two thumbs up and grinned from ear to ear. The slim
man was absolutely swimming in his uniform. Roy was starting to
think the 'let's draw straws' was a set up and for the last half hour
all four of his new teammates had been joking and laughing at him.
Roy had kept quite through it all but his patience was wearing thin.

“Tch!
Colonel, I don't see why I need to wear this. Jones is way too
small for that uniform, we should switch. This will just draw
attention to us.” Roy finally complained to the man still
holding on to his shoulder.

“Well
if you think so....Jones, you heard the man, time to switch!”
Jones chuckled as he removed the jacket and threw it across the truck
at Roy, and he did the same. The other members of his team laughing
and smiling at him.

“It
was lucky that your men were following the Earl, eh? Our
intelligence department would still be working on that notebook.”

Roy hummed his agreement
as he slipped his arms though the sleeves of the larger German
uniform. After he finished buttoning up the jacket, he fished the
major's notebook from his gear on the floor and tucked it in the
breast pocket. Due to the timely intervention of his old team, they
didn't mobilize until late this morning. They had also commandeered
a German supply truck on its way to this very compound out in the
desert and even had time to have documents forged for the whole team.

“Five
minutes until approach.” The driver warned.

The last minute
preparations were completed just as the truck stopped in front of the
chain link fence. Roy could hear the driver talking with the gate
guard, papers were exchanged, and the vehicle inspected. Everything
seemed to meet with the guard's approval and they were allowed
inside. Jones grinned at Colonel Tompkins, in triumph. Now the real
game could begin.

- - - -

“You're
not going to last to much longer, did you know that?” Ed's
escort taunted as the walked down another hallway. “Hey, I'm
talking to you.” Each word was punctuated with a hard jab in
Ed's back with the soldier's finger. The soldier growled at the lack
of response from his victim. Slipping his rifle off his shoulder he
rammed it into the strange, metal shoulder, knocking the blond into
the far wall with a grunt.

Ed caught himself,
bruising his hand, as he rammed into the wall. He paused for a
moment before he whirled around. The soldier was laughing at him,
not paying attention to the fact that he was still mobile. Weaving
his fingers together Ed advanced on the soldier. He was still
laughing as Ed swung at his head, letting his metal hand deal most of
the damage; the man crumbled to the floor, he still had a grin on his
face as sleep took him.

Ed stood over the
soldier for a moment before he crouched beside him and started pawing
though his pockets looking for a key to the manacles or anything else
that may prove useful.

“Ah!
Edward there you are, I was hoping to run into you before you were
taken to Mr. Maxton.” Dr. Marcoh said as he rounded the
corner. Startled Ed stopped his search, palming the small switch
blade knife he found in the soldier's pocket and looked up at the
doctor. “Come, I have so much to show you. I'm sure a
scientist like yourself will appreciate what we do here.”
Motioning for Ed to stand, Dr. Marcoh clasped him on the shoulder
leading him along the corridor. The doctor paid no heed to the prone
body on the floor.

“How
much do you guys know about me, anyway?” Ed asked, his voice
still slightly harsh from lack of use. As soon as the doctor looked
away, Ed slipped the pocket knife into his shorts pocket.

“Oh,
quite a bit I would think.” The doctor rubbed his chin in
thought. “We know that you and your father come from another
world, very like our own, that your technology is on par or
surpassing our own. Down here.” The doctor motioned. They
turned down the adjoining hallway, and the doctor continued, “I
believe you might have seen the 'truth', is that right?”

Surprised, Ed studied
the doctor's face. The doctor was watching him intently was they
walked. “Why should I tell you that?” Asked Ed, buying
time to decide how he should answer.

“Well
you seem to know about the Führer, you could tell us what will
happen and how to avoid it.” Marcoh suggested, eagerly.

“Hn,
I don't think so.” Ed smirked at the look of disappointment on
Marcoh's face. Anything to piss these guys off would be a good
thing.

“Well
that's unfortunate, but you may change your mind.” Marcoh
tapped his nose and winked at Ed. Frowning, Ed wondered just what
was in store for him. They walked in silence for ten minutes before
Marcoh motioned to the approaching window.

“AH!
Here we are. What do you think of those?” Marcoh swept his
arm across a vast floor to ceiling window. Aghast, Ed stumbled
forward and pressed his face against the glass. Inside, vast
cylinders of yellow liquid dotted the floor. Each one was attached
to clunky sensors that monitored and sustained the contents inside.

“Good....holy...God....what
have you done!” Ed whirled around, grabbing on to the doctor's
tie, he shook the man.

“You
don't like it? It's cutting edge bio-manipulation.” Marcoh
looked down his nose at the manacled blond, gripping his shirt.
“Each one has been altered to improve them beyond normal
capabilities.”

“You
guys are sick.” Mumbled Ed as he released the man and walked
further up the hall away from the laboratory. He could feel the bile
threatening to work its way up his throat. Ed swallowed a few times
to make sure he didn't react badly. Those poor
creatures.... Ed thought,
frowning at the memory of them.

“Well
I have something else that might interest you. Come this way.”
Marcoh waved a hand as he passed, leading the way down an adjoining
hallway. After a moment's consideration, Ed followed. He did, after
all, want to know what he was up against.

- - - -

Eberhard carefully
balanced the tray of food in his hand. He watched as the cup of milk
threatened to spill as he rounded the corner, slowly, he came to a
stop and the liquid settled. Sighing with relief, the giant
continued to make his way back towards the cell.

He wasn't as dumb as
everyone made him out to be, but it took a while for him to figure
things out. He even made people think he was dumb so that he'd have
fewer responsibilities. He heard how the taller boy had demanded
food for the wee girl. He also knew that there were standing orders
not to feed the prisoners until they, the bosses, had got what they
need from them. She was just so soft that, he wanted to make her
like him.

He only did bad things
because he was ordered to. He had to re-pay his debt to the Seniore,
who had found him starving and dying in the streets of Rome. He had
taken him in and fed him and would continue to do so, he said, if
only he would lend his strength to the Seniore, and he had agreed
because he was VERY hungry.

Now as he came to
understand more and more about the Seniore, Eberhard was starting to
think he shouldn't have agreed so quickly, but to get out of this job
would be hard. He'd been thinking about it for a long time. So far
he hadn't come up with any ideas yet.

Balancing the tray in
his left hand, Eberhard bent down and opened the door to the cells.
The guard stood upon his entry, but sat back with an exasperated sigh
once he saw who it was. Smiling at him, Eberhard moved over to the
wee girl's cell.

“Can
you open this cell, please?” Eberhard asked the guard.

The man shrugged and
sauntered towards the cell, maybe he'd be able to see something
interesting. After the brother had gone the prisoners had all gone
quiet. Very boring.

With the cell open,
Eberhard stood in the doorway, blocking out the light from the room
beyond. He took one step inside and crouching carefully, placed the
tray on the floor before him. Now that he wasn't blocking the light,
the giant could see both girls huddled in the corner.

He hooked his finger at
the smaller of the girls and then pointed at the food before him and
smiled his best smile. The small girl frowned and looked askance
from the other girl. After a moment she nodded and pushed the
smaller girl towards him.

“Thank
you.” The small girl whispered, in Italian. Although she
didn't immediately eat anything, the giant could tell she was really
hungry by the way her fingers kept playing with the edge of the tray.

“Can
I touch your hair?” Eberhard asked softly in Italian. He knew
that sometimes his voice could be quite loud. The small girl nodded
and he picked up a small curl of hair and rubbed it between his
massive calloused fingers. “Wow! It's SO soft.” He
said in wonder at its texture, before letting the lock of hair fall
back to her shoulders.

“Why
are you being so nice? You work for that guy who hurt Eddie.”
Isabella whispered as well.

“I
have to...he helped me when I was hungry. I got to repay him
somehow.....but I don't like it.” Eberhard looked at his hands
in shame.

“Isabella,
what's he saying?” Noa asked fearfully from her corner. What
could she do if this large man decided to get violent.

“It's
okay, Noa.” Isabella told the older woman, while keeping her
eyes on the giant in front of her. Switching back to Italian,
Isabella asked, “your stronger then he is, why don't you just
leave? Don't be afraid anymore, okay?”

“Okay...”
Eberhard met the little girl's eyes and smiled.

“Can
I give you something?” The small girl asked shyly.

“Okay!”
Eberhard sat up a little bit straighter. He watched as the small
girl rummaged about in her pockets, before finally finding what ever
she was looking for.

Isabella triumphantly
pulled out the silver chain Macy had given to her in the interment
camp. Holding it up, she noticed that is was much to small too fit
about his neck, she looked down at his wrist and then back at the
necklace. Scooting forward, she lifted his arm and after fumbling
with the latch, made the necklace into a chain and wrapped it around
his wrist where it just fit and after a little more fumbling
re-fastened the necklace into a bracelet.

Eberhard brought his
hand up to his face and studied the new piece of jewelry. The small
pendant on the chain shone in the half-light. “Whoa.......are
you sure I can have this.”

“Yes!”
Isabella smiled at him, remembering how she came by the item in the
first place, it seemed like it would make him happier then it would
her. Somehow she knew that this was the right thing to do.

“Wow.....let's
be friends!” Eberhard grinned at her.

The door clanged open as
the watch guard came for his daily rounds. The newcomer nodded at
the guard sitting by the far wall. The guard nodded towards the
women's cell and the other man turned to see the giant crouched in
the door way, his back to the room.

“What
do you think you're doing here Eberhard?” The watch guard
demanded.

Eberhard started and
without turning around he motioned Isabella to take the tray of food
and hide it. She scrambled to obey, taking the tray back to Noa and
she sat in front the food.

“Remember
what I said!” Isabella whispered urgently, cupping her hand
around her mouth. Eberhard nodded.

“Get
out of here, if the Seniore finds you here, it'll mean trouble for
you and us. Go on!” The soldier barked.

“Sorry...”
Eberhard stood and smiled one last time at the small girl before
closing the door of the cell. The guard stood and locked the door
shrugging at the soldier on rounds. The watch guard escorted
Eberhard out and with another smile the giant walked away from the
man towards his quarters.

- - - -

All five of the men
chosen to infiltrate and rescue Major Elric and his family, had each
gone their separate ways upon gaining admittance to the lower levels,
with orders to meet back at the entrance in ten hours. Roy was
currently wandering about the hallways, looking for any hint of where
the major might be. Taking another corridor, Roy came upon his first
unusual door.

Unlike any that he'd
come across before, this door was heavy reinforced metal. It seemed
like a safe bet that this was the room he was looking for. He
checked the hallway for any persons or soldiers before he boldly
opened the door and entered the room.

The guard looked up at
his entry with a questioning look, it was just lucky that Roy had
enough stripes to give orders.

“Please
wait outside I need to question the prisoners.” Roy ordered in
German, noting the guard's uniform..

“Sir!”
The guard snapped to attention and promptly left the room with out
any questions. Smirking at how easy that was, Roy walked over to the
cells in the first one he saw the woman and the little girl, the next
one was empty, and in the last one, the younger brother.

“Where's
Major Elric?” Roy demanded of the boy in the cell, in English.

“Eh?”
Al scrambled to his feet, “Is.....that Roy?” Al pressed
his face against the bars to peer at the man in the German uniform.
“Wow, well it's certainly a very good likeness! Your voice is
exactly the same! Although your skin tone is slightly darker.”

“Where
is he?” Roy demanded again, he had to know before someone got
suspicious of his being here.

“They
took him away a while ago, don't know where. So..... are you with
the Germans?” The boy eyed his uniform.

“No!
Never! I'm an American soldier, I've come to get you out of here—do
you mind telling me how it is you know me.” Roy couldn't help
but ask the single most annoying question that's been plaguing him
since he first laid eyes on the blond major.

“It's
really complicated and I'm sure we'll get a chance to tell you, but
how do you plan to get us out of here?” Al asked, trusting the
double immediately. It seemed natural, after all, even if he wasn't
their commanding
officer, he still seemed to be looking after them.

“I
don't have much time either. Don't worry about the details—here
take this.” Roy slipped a small knife through the bars. “Keep
it hidden until you REALLY need it and stay put!”

“Right.”
Al nodded, pulling the knife through the bars. He looked at it
briefly before looking back into this world's Roy.

“I
better go. Be ready.” Roy strode across the room and swung
open the door, he nodded at the guard as he passed. Well,
part one completed. Now to inform the colonel,
thought Roy.

“Boy,
is Ed ever going to be surprised when I tell him!” Mumbled Al,
as he slipped the knife into his sock. Things are starting
to look up, Al grinned as he
thought about how much Ed would freak out when he found out, our
bad luck can't last for ever.
That would definitely make him feel better, he was sure of it.

- - - -

“And
here we have the disease lab, where we work with the deadliest
diseases such as the Spanish influenza (1).” Marcoh stopped in
front a large viewing area. Of course, we do have mishaps from time
to time and someone will get sick. Once they have died as a result
of the infection, I do an autopsy on the body and study the disease's
effects on the organs and such.”

Ed looked down through
the glass floor as the technicians worked on their petri dishes and
beakers of liquid. There was a frantic feel to the lab, as the
technicians began to notice the audience above them and they made
sure to look busy for their director.

“Do
you make those mishaps happen?” Mumbled Ed as he watched one
lab technician walk carefully back to his work bench holding a small
dish carefully in front of him. The technician placed the dish
carefully on to the work bench and looked up into Ed's downward gaze.
They held each other's stare for a moment before the technician
turned back to his work.

“Well,
of course. I even do internals while they're alive, but they never
last long. Must be due to the stress of exposure to the air perhaps
or.....maybe the blood is collecting in the lungs too quickly. I
must remember to check on that next time......” Marcoh patted
his pockets for a moment before finding a small leather bound note
pad and pencil and scribbling some note inside.

“Do
you know how much suffering this line of thinking will create? Using
a DISEASE! Come on!” Ed clenched his hands, making the
manacles bite into his left wrist, but he didn't care. The pain was
welcome, it fueled his anger and his determination to put a stop to
these idiots. Flashes of the gate's warning passed in his mind's
eye, “I WON'T let that happen.”

“I
really don't see why you're so worked up. This is progress, it comes
at a price.” Marcoh snapped the note book closed and replaced
it in to his lab coat. The doctor faced Ed and quirked an eyebrow.

“Then
the world doesn't need this kind of progress.” Sighing, Ed
turned to look the doctor in the eye. “Is this it? Can I go
back yet?” His anger drain from him as quickly as it had come,
leaving him feeling empty and light.

“No,
no, I still have two more things to show you. Come, come, this way.”
Marcoh eagerly led the man down the next hallway, pausing every few
steps to look back and make sure that Ed was still trailing behind
him.

--
To be continued –
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- 11
- 12
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