Welcome Home

Disclaimer: I do not own FMA….*cries like a baby*
Title: Welcome Home
Pair: RizaxEd (hints of RoyxEd)
Summary: Ed’s gone for three years and when he finally returns, what will happen when an unexpected surprise is awaiting him?
***Okay, this plays around after/during the movie occurred so (spoilers some) but I changed some facts about the movie and the after events. So be aware that there are changes but some facts are still here. Sorry if the ranks I give people are their true ranks, I am not sure what everyone is after/during the movie.
Warning: hints Yaoi, M/F, language
OKAY!! In this story I am also ignoring the fact that Hughes is dead, because what can I say it isn’t a story if Hughes isn’t involved!

****okay, thanks to my first reviewer I forgot the mention a few things. This takes place sorta after the movie but like I said b4 I am ignoring some facts. And Al does in fact have all of his memories and real body. Any other questions, please place them in a review and remember be nice about it. LOL.

Welcome Home
By: Kumiko

Chapter 2

Ed stood in front of the mirror in his hotel room, staring at himself. It was so long since he had worn his regular leather outfit and red coat and now it seemed rather childish for him to wear such a thing. Although his other option wasn’t one that he particularly enjoy the possibility of wearing. Mustang had issued him a military uniform that he was to wear when he went to work now. He didn’t like the fact that he would have to wear the same outfit as everyone else working but it seemed like he would have to. His old leather outfit just wasn’t going to work for him anymore, it reminded him too much of the hardships he had had when he was on the quest to return Al’s body back to normal. It was a time that he both enjoyed and hated. Too many memories of the fights he had to endure and the pain that he had inflicted upon his brother when he transferred his soul into the metal armor.

Sighing, Ed stripped off his leather pants and began changing into the military issued uniform. After he was dressed, he again looked at himself before realizing that the time was half passed ten in the morning.

Shit! I am late for work! He yelled to himself as he grabbed the rest of his things and ran out the door.

Al was already waiting for him outside the Central office building, looking none too happy about his brother being late.

“Gomen, Al,” he said, panting as he stopped beside his brother. “I didn’t mean to be late.”

“Nii-san, it’s your first day of work after returning a week ago and you’re late,” Al reprimanded, pointing in the door. “The general wants to see you in his office.”

Ed groaned; he knew that this wasn’t good. Slowly, he made his way into the office, greeting his friends on his way into Mustang’s private office. It wasn’t a situation that he enjoyed, ever, having to be yelled at the particular flame alchemist. These types of encounters never ended well with him or the other. He couldn’t remember a time when he went into the office while he was enlisted and didn’t get yelled at or threatened to be burned to a crisp.

He knocked on the door to Mustang’s office before pushing the door open and entering. “Sir, Al said you wanted to see me,” Ed said, closing the door behind him. In the few years that he was away from this world, he had learned the hard way about respect and showing it to the higher ranks.

“Ah, yes,” Mustang said, not looking up from his paperwork. “Please take a seat.”

Ed did as he requested and sat in front of the desk, twiddling his thumbs. It was true that he was nervous about this but he was also very curious about what his new job entitled him to do.

“You are late, Fullmetal,” he said, finally looking up after what seemed to be forever. “You’re first day back to work and you are late.” Mustang smirked.

Ed groaned again. “I know, Al already confirmed that, sir,” he replied, rolling his eye slightly.

“Yes, I told him to wait for you outside,” the general chuckled, leaning forward. “Now, your new job here at Central. I think you will find the quite amusing.”

“What is it?” Ed asked out of impatience and curiosity.

Mustang shuffled through a few folders on his desk before pulling out a folder and handing it to Ed.

Hesitantly, Ed took the folder from Mustang and began to flip through the pages. His golden eyes grew large when he read the paper.

“I can’t believe that you have me on desk duty!!” Ed yelled, looking from the folder to Mustang who just sat with a smile on his face.

Mustang chuckled. “If you are going to go visit Winry and Pinako next week, what’s the point of giving you a mission so soon?”
“Because I don’t do deskwork,” Ed complained, sighing. “But I guess orders are orders.”

“There are files on your new desk beside Havoc waiting for you to start on,” the general said, leaning back in his chair.

“Yes, sir,” Ed said, standing from his chair and handing back the folder.

Just as Ed reached the doorway, Mustang said, “It’s good to have you back, Fullmetal.”

Nodding, Ed closed the door behind him, leaving the general to his own thoughts.

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Ed’s official first day back to work was hell for him; papers kept stacking up on his desk before he could even get halfway through the stack. It didn’t help that Havoc and the others kept pestering him when he was trying to actually do work. Everyone wanted to know how he got back to this world and where exactly this “other world” was that he came from. Where he got his clothing, why he was so respectful now, and how he got so damn tall? This made him irritable beyond belief, giving him quite a headache.

“Will you guys just shut the hell up!?” Ed screamed, everything finally getting to him. “If you want answers to anything, just wait until after I finish working!”

Havoc, Breda, Fury and Falman backed up slowly, away from going to do their own work for the rest of the three hours they were supposed to be working. It was lucky for them that Hawkeye was sick that day or there would be bullet holes in everyone’s heads. For the rest of the working day, the five of them sat quietly working on their work until the door to the office banged open. Loud laughter echoed through the room as Hughes entered the room, brandishing his many pictures of his daughter.

Ed sighed when he noticed that Hughes had spotted him. “Edward, it’s good to see that you’ve made it back,” he greeted, putting the pictures of Elysia away. “Wow, you’ve grown, too!”

“Thank you, Hughes,” he replied, his eyebrow quirking. “How have you and Gracia been?”

“Oh, just wonderful, Elysia’s grown so much too,” Hughes laughed, sitting down by a chair that seemed to magically appear beside Ed. “I didn’t even know you were back in town or else I’d have Gracia prepare you a dinner.”

“Oh, no, please, it’s not a big deal,” Ed said, trying to let him off nicely.

“Nonsense,” the man yelled, standing. “I’ll give Gracia a call now to tell her that you’re coming over for dinner tonight.”

Ed sighed, watching Hughes walk away with a stupid grin on his face.

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“Nii-san, are you okay?” Al asked, seeing the strange look on his brother’s face. “You don’t look so well.”

Ed smiled. “No, I am fine. I just missed all of this, that’s all,” he said. “I wanted to call Winry last night but Mustang caught me and I couldn’t get away.”

“I called her this morning when I woke up,” Al said, handing Ed a plate full of pancakes and bacon. “She told me that she didn’t believe me when I said that you were home, but I told her that we would be down next week. Her loss if she doesn’t have enough food to feed you.”

Ed laughed. “I knew I should’ve called her myself.”

“I noticed that Lieutenant Hawkeye hasn’t been at work lately,” Al commented, causing Ed to spit out some of his orange juice. “I wonder if she is seriously ill.”

Using his napkin, Ed wiped the juice off his face and looked at Al. “Why’d you bring that up?”

“Just wondering how you would react,” he replied, smiling. “I mean, you are supposed to work with her, aren’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“So you should have some idea how serious her illness is.”

“Nope, I just started again yesterday, Al, I haven’t been caught up on the gossip yet,” he stated, taking a bite of his bacon. “I’ve only been back like a week; let me get settled in before you try to hook me up with anyone, okay?”

Who said I was hooking anyone up? Al asked himself, mentally, smirking all the while. He took a sip of his coffee, (AN: not sure if he actually drinks coffee or not?) watching his brother’s face increase in shades of red.

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Mustang sat at his desk, sifting through the papers that were piled everywhere. It wasn’t like he was putting off doing them; he was just looking for the folder that he had originally given to Ed. Inside the folder, was the one paper that he was to hand in to the Furher when he came that day to inspect the place. Now he had all of the papers piled everywhere, the officers out in the outer office were in frenzy and neither Hawkeye nor the Elrics had bothered to show up yet. For him, it seemed to be a really hectic morning and it wasn’t going to get any better.

“Aw, Fullmetal, where the hell did I put that folder?” He asked out loud to no one.

“Sir?”

Mustang looked up and saw Hawkeye standing in the doorframe with a folder in her hands.

“Is this what you are looking for, sir?” She asked, walking over to hand him the folder.

“Thank you, Hawkeye, I was looking everywhere for it,” he sighed, taking the offered item and looking through it.

“You mean, everywhere within your arms’ reach, right, sir?” She chuckled, knowing that she had caught him. “The folder was on the shelves in the corner, you wouldn’t have been able to find it if you kept sitting on your butt, sir.”

Mustang glared at her but she didn’t flinch, it was his usual reaction when she would point out the obvious.

“Please, try to clean this mess up, sir,” she said as she reached for the doorknob. “The Furher will be here shortly.” With that she closed the door to leave him to his duties.

Of course you leave me with the dirty work, he thought to himself, beginning to clean up his mess. Even though I was the one to make this mess, you could’ve helped me clean up.

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Ed and Al strolled into the office just as the Furher’s car pulled up in front of the building. Al’s eyes grew big as he watched the door open. It wasn’t like Al to be in town when the Furher would be around so he wasn’t actually prepared for how this would turn out. Ed, having been gone three years, was out of practice on how to talk to the Furher; even though he had done so for so many years as a young man.

“Ah, if it isn’t, Alphonse Elric,” the Furher said, greeting him with a smile. Turning his head slightly, he looked at Ed. “I know you.”

“Edward Elric, sir, the Fullmetal Alchemist,” he said, extending his hand (a habit he learned in the other world). “It’s good to see you again, Furher.”

“Oh yes, Fullmetal,” he laughed to himself, “I’ve heard that you’ve just returned from quite a vacation.”

The three began to walk into the office where they were greeted nervously to stare at in amazement.

“It wasn’t much of a vacation, sir,” Ed replied, walking between him and Al. “There was a war that was taking place while I was there. I had gotten away just in time to not get caught up in the entire thing.”

Furher laughed, whole-heartedly. “I see, I see. Well, I am just glad to see that our prized prodigy has returned to us to once again join our ranks.”

Ed nodded, glancing over to see Al’s nervous expression plastered on his face. Sighing, Ed opened the door to the outer off of General Roy Mustang, allowing Furher to enter first. Once he was in, both Ed and Al entered, once again receiving the same looks as before. They each took a place at their desks and began to work. Though, Al’s shaky hands kept him from finishing his report in legible handwriting.

Looking around the room, Ed watched as everyone except himself and Hawkeye appeared nervous. He smiled to himself, knowing full well that the only person Furher wanted to see at that moment was the general and who knew if the general was even ready for him. Ed knew that on a daily basis, the general’s desk was always collecting reports upon reports waiting for Hawkeye to file them properly.

That day was bound to turn out funny and hilarious, at least for those watching the general struggle to stay calm in the presence of the furher.

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To be continued…

A.N.: okay sorry that this doesn’t have any progress on the Riza/Ed or Roy/Ed story line but I just needed to fill in a few details. Anyway, I hope that you readers might help me with something? What you say?
Should I have Ed and Roy get together and make this a yaoi?
Or
Should I keep along the lines of my Riza and Ed story?
If this stays a Riza and Ed story, I have a few ideas already plotted out. Anyway R&R please!!!