Flame and Fullmetal 300 km/h

A/N: To reviewers: Truly_Wished, the last chapter was to make the situation clear from many POVs. Pauline, thank you, the story is going to get very heavy from now on and many things will start to unfold. Blissful Ignorance, yeah I wanted to make Roy think about cheating. Koneko, Ed’s possibly mafia career will be unfolded soon and I’ll keep the Winry smacking Jenny in the back of my head. ZexyBard, sorry, I forgot to tell you, but yeah, Wrath’s in the house! And you’ll love what I have for you in this chapter. Pip, I’m so honored that you have checked and rechecked for an update. I’m sorry if I was unclear, but Roy had too much pride and went…somewhere…to get drunk…maybe jerk off…. Alien, *hugs you* poor dear, I feel bad for you for having a headache…*gives another hug*

I just thought I should mention that we all have my dear cousin to thank for this fic. If he hadn’t made me watch all three Fast and the Furious movies and challenged me to write, there would be no 300km/h. And it just so happens that my cousin is a raven haired guy named Roy. No joke, I’m dead serious! This weekend he came over again to spend a few days at my place and we watched both Transporter movies and again, my dear cousin gave me some new ideas. Enjoy!

Chapter 24; Back To Work

"You got your inhaler?" Ed asked his younger brother as they headed towards the garage. Ed could see in the rear-view mirror that Al nodded absently while reading another thick text book. “And you’ve got everything in your backpack, Wrath?” He asked the kid sitting next to Al in the back.

"For the third time already Ed; Yes!" Wrath answered exasperatedly. "When will you and Al finally realize that I’m not a kid any more?" he asked with a pout.

"First get rid of your Pokemon cards. Then we’ll talk about it." Ed glanced again in the rear-view mirror, frowning. “And what have I told you about the car-rules?”

Wrath instantly stopped kicking the seat in front of him and sat straight. “Rule number one: Respect the man’s car and the man will respect you.” Wrath quoted and Ed nodded satisfied.

“And rule number two?” Al asked, setting down the text book in his lap. Ed honestly didn’t know how Al could read in a moving vehicle.

“Always wear a seatbelt.” Wrath said tugging on the belt he was strapped with. Al smiled. He didn’t agree with most of the things Ed taught the kid, but the car-rules were probably the best thing you could teach a kid who loved cars and was the son of a mechanic. Although personally, Al thought rule number two should be the first rule, but Ed was the one who came up with the car-rules.

“And third rule?” Ed asked, making a left turn. Wrath thought hard. The third was the hardest to remember. Well, it was the most Ed-like rule possible.

“Don’t race on the streets?” Wrath suggested. Ed nodded. It wasn’t the real answer but it was a good rule. But Ed hated rules he couldn’t follow. The real third rule was to always have spare condoms and tissues in the glove department.

Ed turned on the radio and a morning news broadcast happened to come on.

"…federal investigators are yet to find out who these hoodlums are that have created fear and anger amongst truck drivers on the roads leading to Central. Especially those carrying car parts, DVD players, and such. FBI expert Lujon says…" they switched to a recording of his voice, "It is interesting how much these criminals know about cars. It would not be a surprise if they have had some experience with these kind of vehicles. Most preferably in the racing or street racing business. Our search concludes…"

Ed switched the channel and was satisfied when he heard a song by Sean Paul. Just what you needed to wake up. Al’s head bounced in tone with the music. Well, at least they agreed on something today…

That morning Ed and Wrath had been rudely awakened by Al. On top of that, they had missed breakfast because the two were too grumpy and slow to get out of bed. Ed because he hadn’t been able to sleep for to days and Wrath only mimicked Ed’s actions, wanting to be a ‘grown up man’ just like his brother. Al didn’t like the way Wrath took after his brother, and if Ed became unemployed because he chose to stay at home all day and play Xbox it wouldn’t be setting a good example for Wrath. That was why Al had demanded that Ed would go to work that day and Ed couldn’t talk himself out of it.

Ed’s first plan had been to act as if he went to the garage and then drive somewhere else so it seemed he was at work. But when Wrath insisted upon visiting the garage Ed worked at, Al had formed a plan how to spend the day.

Wrath would eat breakfast at the restaurant and try not to get in trouble at the garage while Al attended a morning seminar at school and then Al would come and pick Wrath up and they would go to the stores while Ed was working.

Wrath, who had proclaimed himself boss of the three while he spent his holiday break in Central, had demanded that they would take Ed’s car to work. The kid had actually said: “…so I can impress the girls and Ed’s friends when I make my first make appearance.” Really, the kid was becoming an Ed number 2. For Al that was alarming, but Ed took great pride in this. However, their little boss had demanded to sit in front like an adult and not alone in the back like a kid. Al, always a god sport, had offered to sit in the back with him and made a joke at Ed’s expense that he and Wrath could pretend that Ed was their chauffeur. Wrath liked that game very much and been able to pull a few ‘hey, driver’ before Ed had growled dangerously.

When they reached the garage, Ed reluctantly handed Al the keys and watched his younger brother drive off in his car. It wasn’t that Ed feared for his car, he knew Al was the most responsible driver around, but he was now stuck with a 7 year old kid at the gas station next to the restaurant and there as no running away.

“Ed?”

“What?”

“Why is there a Ferrari logo on that sign? And what kind of name is ‘Stallion’ for a restaurant? I thought you worked at a garage!”

Ed quirked an eyebrow and looked at the sign Wrath was pointing at. It amazed Ed that he had worked there for over a month and he had never known the gas station slash restaurant slash garage slash car work shop went under the name Stallion. The logo was a red (not yellow) crest with a black horse standing on its hind legs. ‘Stallion and Mustang…figures,’ Ed thought.

“Let’s go,” Ed muttered, not sounding too happy to go to work. The kid picked up on that.

"I could just stay home by myself you know."

"Right. So you can order Pay per view movies all day like last time?"

Wrath blushed slightly, quickly changing the subject. “I can’t wait until little league football games start up this summer. Then I can have something to do with my life.” Wrath said sighing as if he was bored out of his mind already. “I know! I can come work with you here at your garage!” The kid suggested.

"We’ll see," was Ed’s answer. They walked in and Riza looked up from where she was standing behind the bar desk, waving at Ed who waved back less enthusiastically. "Now, stay here," Ed said, sitting the kid on one of the stools he was on the day he first stepped into the restaurant. It was the day Roy Mustang stepped into his life. "There’s a guy named Breda who is the chef here. When you see him, tell him to fix you up some breakfast. I’ll be back in a few to give you some cash so you can go to the stores when Al gets back. Can you remember all that?"

Wrath rolled his eyes. "No, Ed. I think you’re gonna have to write it down somewhere in case I’m suddenly hit with amnesia."

"I need to quit teachin’ you how to be sarcastic."

"No, Edward," Riza said, walking in from the back with Havoc behind her. "You need to quit teaching him how to be such a cute little hottie." She kissed him on the cheek. When she wasn’t looking, Wrath wiped his cheek with the back of his hand. He looked at Ed and mouthed the word ‘cooties’.

“I didn’t know you had two brothers Fullmetal,” Havoc said and knelt down to level with the kid. Ed grabbed Havoc’s cigarette and put it out in an ashtray on the bar desk.

“I rather you not smoke around him, and no, he is not my brother.”

“Touchy,” Havoc said clicking his tongue and raised his hands as if he didn’t dare even to touch Wrath, as if his personality was contagious. “Nephew? Cousin? Cousin twice removed?...or, your son?”

“He can’t be Edward’s son or nephew, Jean,” Riza sighed, rolling her eyes.

“Who are you calling so small that he would be crushed between a woman’s thighs and his dick is the size of a thumb?!” Ed yelled. Riza and Havoc were used to his outbursts but their eyes grew wide. There was a child present for chirssake! But Wrath didn’t seem startled at all.

“He’s not my real brother, but he acts like one.” Wrath explained.

“Keeping you out of trouble is a full day’s job,” Ed said patting Wrath’s head. The kid was a little embarrassed and slapped Ed’s hand away.

“Ed! Not in front of the guys!” Wrath hissed the last part. Ed rolled his eyes smiling.

Havoc chuckled. “You have one hell of a guy watching over you, kid. But has he fulfilled his duty as an older brother?”

Wrath put on an ‘I’m cool’ expression and gave Havoc daps, the man nodding his head pleased with the kids performance. Then Wrath turned to Riza, pointing his fingers at her like a gun and winking. “How are you doing beautiful? Wanna head to my crib in my ride?”

Riza laughed softly, leaning over the counter. “Did Edward teach you what to do when you get shot down by a girl?”

Wrath coughed lightly, preparing for his performance. He mimicked the sound of a gunshot and grabbed his chest with a pained expression. “You are killing me, girl! I mean, you are so beautiful it hurts!”

“Wrath, heart’s on the left side,” Ed put in and Wrath quickly changed the position of his hands, mouthing a ‘thank you’ to his brother before he continued. “I’ll give up my good green and street dream for you girl if you will be mine.”

Ed, Havoc and Riza applauded to Wrath’s performance. Wrath gave a bow. Havoc laughed and ruffled the kid’s hair. "So, I noticed that you have been practicing words Ed has taught you?"

Wrath nodded his head enthusiastically. "Yesterday, I learned slut-bomb and what it means to be ‘whipped’. But I can’t remember the one about the cat."

Havoc shook his head. "Not cat, kid--" Havoc was cut off by Ed who elbowed him in the gut, gesturing at Riza who stood with her arms crossed.

"What’s say we get to work now, huh buddy?" Ed said, laughing nervously at Riza’s disapproving glare. Teaching a kid to hit on girls and be cool was one thing, but cursing and teaching them names depriving women was another. It was like teaching a dog how to bark loudly and take a leak on somebody’s leg.

Havoc nodded. "Good idea," he said before he scurried off to the back.

Wrath tugged at Ed’s shirt. “What’s the broad’s proble---Mphm!”

Ed put his hand over the kid’s mouth just in time when Riza turned. Ed would have to teach Wrath when it was okay to call the opposite sex a broad or bitch (not that it was right as in right and wrong, but still) and when to bite his tongue.

Just then Wrath’s stomachs growled and the kid blushed. Riza rolled her eyes, not able to stay angry at a starving boy or dog. "I’ll have Breda make you two some breakfast," she said, leaving the two to head to the kitchen. Ed had the feeling she was going to switch the ketchup and chili sauce so that Wrath would burn his filthy little mouth so he would think twice before calling a woman a broad.

Ed turned to Wrath. "Forget every word I ever taught you."

Wrath rolled his eyes. "You know, Ed, it’s about time you started introducing me to the real world."

"Give me a few years," Ed said, leaving the boy to go to work. In all actuality, Ed didn’t mind if cussing was the kid’s second language. He just didn’t need Al accusing him of being a bad influence.

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"Hey Colonel, sir!" Hughes called out when Roy came in through the garage door. "Why so late?"

"Long night," Roy answered, holding his throbbing head with one hand, grabbing his gloves from one of the unlocked lockers with the other.

"Yeah, long night with his left hand," Havoc whispered to Falman and Armstrong, mimicking the familiar hand motion with his hand against his groin.

"Where’s Tinkerbell?" Roy asked no one in particular.

"She’s with Ed in your office," Fuery answered from under the hood of a car.
Roy then remembered the car that he and Ed were making, and that he was most likely going to use for Race Wars. Like hell he was going to let the two blonds do all the work!

He headed to his office and barged into it without knocking. Ed was leaning over Winry’s shoulders, watching the computer. Roy refused to notice that Ed was wearing white pants and a white shirt, the worst choice in clothing when working at a garage.

Ed turned to look at him but then back to the screen. "It’s about time you got here. I thought I’d have to do this thing myself." There was an obvious icy edge to his tone.

Roy stood beside him so he could get a good look at the screen. "Well I’m here now, aren’t I?"

"Unfortunately."

Winry raised her eyebrows. "Is it just me, or is there major tension in this room?"

"You know, no one asked you to be here in the first place," Roy said, ignoring Winry’s comment and letting his anger get the better of him.

Ed faced him. "Fine."

To Roy’s surprise, Ed walked out of the room.

After a few moments of stunned silence, Roy heard Winry say, "I think you better go after him.” She sighed and looked at the construction plans for the car. “He’s the only one who can do an engine transplant of this caliber. And if you truly want to win Race Wars..." she let the sentence hang, knowing just which buttons to push.

Roy sighed, frustrated. When he left the room, he was met by Havoc and Fuery. Before he could ask, both men pointed towards the junkyard. Roy grunted a thanks and headed that way.
When he opened the door to the room full of parts, he saw Ed sifting through the junk.

"We need to talk," Roy stated firmly.

Ed didn’t look at him. "What about?"

"Don’t act like you don’t know ‘what about.’"

Ed continued to look through the stuff, not glancing up at Roy even once. "If you’re talking about that night, which I’m sure you are, then there’s really nothing to talk about."

"Don’t give me that shit Ed," Roy growled, grabbing Ed’s arm so the blond would stay still.

Ed snatched his arm from Roy’s grasp. "Don’t touch me, Colonel-bastard," he warned. "What do you want me to say? Do you want me to ease your guilty conscience? To say that it was no big deal and that you’re forgiven? Well fine!" He threw his hands into the air. "You’re forgiven!"

"Don’t lie to me."

"What can I say? I can’t blame you. You’re a man. You have a dick," Ed said, as if Roy didn’t already know. "When a man wants to get off, he’ll do it. What say do I have in your sex life?" he spat.

‘More than you think,’ Roy wanted to say, but was cut off by Havoc’s head popping thorough the door.

"Colonel, Hawkeye has something for you in the restaurant. And hey, Fullmetal! You think you’re up to workin’ with me today? Falman’s busy with a scheduled paint job and Fuery is helping Hughes with some shit."

Ed nodded. "Sure, I’ll be right there."

Havoc nodded back and closed the door.

"Are we done here, boss?" Ed asked, heading to the door.

"You know damn well that we’re not."

"No, I didn’t think so. Looks like we’ll just have to take a rain check, eh?"

For the second time in half an hour, Ed walked out on him.

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Roy was so angry that he failed to notice the young boy sitting at the counter. What he did notice, though, was Winry scoffing down bacon, eggs, and pancakes.

"Shouldn’t you be working?" Roy asked her more harsh than necessary.
She just nodded absently.

"Here, Colonel," Riza said, giving him a plate of waffles and eggs. "Give this to that kid sitting there."

Roy looked at the plate Riza gave him in confusion. "What do I look like, Hawkeye? A waiter?"

Riza raised her eyebrows and looked like she could easily throw the food in his face. He knew she hadn’t gotten much sleep last night and a grumpy Riza was not a fun Riza. "Fine," Roy sighed. And as an afterthought: "Do I have to curtsy afterwards?"

"Cute. Hurry up. We have a business to run you know."

"Right," Roy said wondering when he’d turned from a person of authority to an employee.
He walked to the young boy who looked up at him from his manga.

"You’re not the hot waitress. Who’re you?" the young kid asked boldly when Roy set down the plate and glass of orange juice.

"Who’s asking?" Roy replied, itching for a fight, even if the kid was probably less than a third of his age.

The kid looked over his shoulders, as if checking to see if anyone else was there. "Not the invisible man standing behind me that’s for sure." He snickered at his own joke.

Roy chuckled. He already liked the kid. "Who are you?" He countered.

"I asked first," the kid pointed out.

"So?"

"So you’re not allowed to do that."

"Say’s who?"

The boy stopped to think for a moment. "You’re good." Inside, Roy laughed. It felt pretty good to beat a bratty little kid at his own game. "My name’s Wrath Curtis. I’m on my holiday break so I came here with my brother. And by brother I mean my mom’s old student Ed in case you didn’t know. He’s not really my brother, but he and his brother Al are like brothers to me since I don’t have any of my own. People say I’m just like Ed but I don’t think so. At least we don’t look the same. I think I’m more of an Anthony Kiedis slash Orlando Bloom. What do you think?"

Roy blinked at the rapidness of which the boy spoke. "I think you need to stick to de-caf."

Wrath took a bite out of his waffle. "So, I told you who I am. Who are you?"

"Mustang."

Wrath blinked at him brevity. "That’s it?"

Roy shrugged. "What do you want me to say? I’m Mustang, Stallion of the Cimarron?"
Truth was, Roy had been trained not to share too much information with people. Even if that person was a kid.

"Oh, so you’re Roy Mustang?" Wrath asked, light dawning onto his face. "Hmph. There’s nothing so special about you. Don’t know why Ed’s been up all night."

Roy raised an eyebrow, disregarding he kid’s ‘nothing so special’ comment. "Up all night?"

"Yeah," Wrath answered, eating his eggs with gusto. "I think the guy’s in love or something."

"In love?" Roy repeated, to make sure he was hearing right.

"Uh-huh," Wrath informed with a full mouth. "And he better do something about it real quick ‘cause if he doesn’t, then Al and me won’t be getting any sleep."

"How do you figure?" Roy asked nonchalantly, sitting down next to Wrath.

"How do I figure what? That I won’t be getting any sleep?"

"That he’s in ‘love’."

"Oh, well I have this friend...well not really, she’s just a girl but I progress. She says that when you can’t sleep, then you’re in love. Or something like that."

Roy had forgotten that he was talking to a 7 year old kid. "You got a lot to learn about love kid," he said, flicking Wrath on the nose before standing up. "And by the way, it’s ‘digress,’ not ‘progress.’ Okay?"

Wrath watched him walk back to Riza. "Same diff," Wrath said, going back to his waffles and eggs.

‘Besides,’ Roy thought. ’I couldn’t even get a wink of sleep last night. And that doesn’t mean anything‘.

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“What have we got?” Ed asked, pulling on a pair of working gloves like a surgeon before an operation.

“Three patients, doctor Fullmetal.” Havoc said. “One critical and one minor. The third’s on its way here. I say we start with the minor.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because the owner has a set of damn nice knockers.”

Ed rolled his eyes, walking to the area they brought the cars for evaluation before they determined what needed to be done and by whom. The ‘critical’ had a busted front, but it was labeled as urgent and the owner had paid extra to get it fixed ASAP. Ed guessed it was a case of I-took-my-dad’s-car-so-please-fix-it-or-I’ll-be-grounded-for-a-lifetime, and no money could by his attention.

But the sight of a woman in a tight, white athletic jump suit with the front dangerously unzipped, exposing the top of a very impressive cleavage and a tattoo. Now that caught a man’s attention.

“Hey Clara!” Havoc called and the blond woman smiled at them. “It’s your, and my, lucky day. Your sweet ride will be in good hands with Fullmetal and while he pops the hood, why don’t you and I go to the back and I’ll pop your hood?”

The woman Ed knew as Psiren laughed softly and Havoc knew he had been shot down. He mimicked the sound of a gunshot, falling to his knees and grabbed his chest. “You are killing me girl! Your so beautiful it---ouch!” Havoc yelled when Ed practically walked over him. He was just so pathetic…

“Hey Fullmetal,” Psiren, aka Clara, said sweetly and waved at him. Ed nodded with a smile, truthfully a little intimidated by the woman, keeping his distance as he checked out her ride. It was a cerulean blue racer with a beautiful and sexy mermaid painted on the hood. No doubt it was one of Falman’s works of art. One of the lights was broken and the paintjob was scratched.

Ed sighed and called out: “Falman! Grab your paintbrush and colors and get over here!”

“Yes Boss!” Falman replied from the other side of the work shop.

Ed shook his head. This just wasn’t worth the bother. Broken tail light, chipped paint…Ed sighed again and Havoc raised his brow. "I didn’t make you sign up for this."

‘You might as well have,’ Ed thought. ‘I would have agreed to anything so I could get out of that room with Roy.’

“Cheer up boss man,” Havoc said and pointed outside. “I saved the best for last.”

Ed looked out as a very familiar car pulled to a stop outside the garage, a small smile spreading on Ed’s face. However, the smile dropped when the last person he wanted to see stepped out from the passenger’s side in her high heels and short skirt.

Jenny walked inside the place like she owned it, a happy smile on her face and not even noticing that Winry and Hughes talked about her seemed to ruin her mood. When she noticed Ed however, an evil glint spark in her eyes, quickly covered by an overly sweet smile that made your teeth ache.

“Good morning, Edward dear,” She said sweetly and touched Ed’s bare arm briefly before walking towards Roy’s office. Ed hissed and covered the skin she had touched, as if he had been touched by the devil. He felt his skin burning, and not in the good way.

Soon after a colder hand touched his shoulder and turned to look up into bright blue eyes. Speed had this guilty expression on his face.

“I came to see you to get my ride fixed, and she demanded that I’d give her a ride. But from the look of your face, I would rather have her scream at me like a banshee than to see that look on your face,” Speed said touching Ed’s chin. Warm blood flooded up to Ed’s face, making his cheeks grow hot. In a good way. “Oh, and hey Fullmetal.” Speed said afterwards what he should have said at first.

Ed smiled back. “Hey Speed.”

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"What’s wrong Roy?" Jenny’s silky voice came from behind him. She slinked her arms around his neck.

"What do you want?" Roy wanted to know as he absently shifted through papers.

"I want you...to be happy," she replied, making sure he heard the pause and turning her words into a double entendre.

Roy sighed.

"You seem stressed Roy," she said, rubbing his shoulders slowly. "You need a break." Roy closed his eyes, reluctantly enjoying the woman’s massage. "And I know exactly what you need."

"What?" he asked gruffly.

"Let’s go to dinner. Just me and you."

"No."

She stopped her ministrations. "And why not?"

"Because I said so." Roy looked up through his glass window and noticed two figures standing together and talking, Speed sitting on the hood of his car with Ed standing in front of him. Roy watched as Ed stared at the blue haired man as if he were a god or something.

"Fuck it," he said. "Let’s go."

Behind him, Jenny smiled. "I knew you’d say yes. Tomorrow at 8:00? The new Chinese place Imperial Plaza."

Roy just nodded.

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As the day wore on, nothing of particular interest had happened. Wrath had left hours ago to raid the candy stores with Al. Business was really slow but not that that was anything new.
So, Ed had nothing to do. Nothing that followed Roy’s rules anyway. And he couldn’t work on his new racer either.

Every now and then, Roy would pass by and go into the messy room that people liked to call his office. Ed didn’t even glance at him. Even though there was a semi big glass window attached to it, Ed couldn’t see what the hell he was doing in there, on account of there was a huge messy desk blocking his view.

And he sure as hell would have liked to find out what was going on in there since he knew Jenny was in there with Roy.

But, as of that moment, Ed was stuck watching the small no-cable television that came with the place. The only good thing on was an old soap. He usually didn’t watch that kind of thing, but, he was quite intrigued by it now.

“That Greg is so gay,” Winry commented and sipped at her orange juice. Ed nodded.

“Do you think they’ll be able to save Stacy? They said she was brain-dead but that Jimmy was in love with her.” He asked Winry who had been watching the soap longer than him.

Winry sighed. “No, she’s dead. There probably be some drama at her funeral, and since Jimmy was so badly in love, either her long lost twin will appear or someone has their brain transplanted into her body.”

“Maybe Greg, he would love to bone Jimmy. He’s so gay.”
Winry nodded. ‘And talking about a man boning a man…’ she thought, looking at Ed. They heard the familiar sound of a car pulling up at the door to the garage and Winry’s mind quickly went from yaoi pervert into business mode. She got up and walked to the garage door to greet the car she would get to put her hands on. A man with long green hair got out of the car and headed for the place. Winry didn’t bother to act all professional when she realized who it was, and that person wasn’t welcome there if he didn’t need his tires fixed.

"Hi," Winry started in on the lame greeting, hands on her hips much like the man before her. "What can I do for you, Envy?"

Envy chuckled and shook his head. "I’m not here to get into trouble, blondy."

Winry had to mind her temper. She wasn’t too fond of mafia either, and yes, she knew Envy, the self-proclaimed prince of Central. If t was up to her, she would stick a wrench up his ass and have him on his way, but Roy had a deal with this guy and it stated that they provided service when asked. But before she could ask why the hell Envy was at the garage, a voice behind her beat her to it. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Envy looked over Winry’s shoulder and chuckled. "Edward. Always one to get straight to the point."

"What are you doing here, Envy?" Ed repeated more forcefully, Winry turning to frown at Ed, wondering how the blond mechanic knew the other man.

"Well, it’s none of your business but I came to get my car fixed. And I might just have a talk with the owner of this place and make a complaint about the harsh service I’m getting."

"Well, the boss is busy," Ed replied shortly. "Bye."

"That’s so unnecessary, Ed," Winry said, shaking her head. She didn’t want Ed who didn’t know anything to get them all into trouble.

Envy sighed as if he were fed up. "Edward, please don’t tell me you’re still pissed ‘cause me and they boys taught you a valuable lesson last time. You should really be thanking me. It is my duty to watch over you and your brother, you know. How is Alphones anyway? Studying hard?"

Ed gritted his teeth. "Leave Al out of this," he growled.

Envy snorted and turned away. "Tell Roy Mustang I was here. It’s a shame this place loses good, loyal customers just ‘cause a certain small town racer can’t handle the real race scene and racers."

Before anybody knew it, Ed jumped over the car and punched the guy in the back of the head. When Envy fell onto the ground, Ed flipped him over onto his back and began to hit him repeatedly in the face.

Maybe it was because the shit was just piling up on him. First Roy, then Jenny, and now this fucker? Maybe it was because the guy’s words were actually true. Or maybe it was because Ed really needed to hit something. Hell, it could have just been the weather, but right now, that didn’t matter. What did matter was his fist connecting with the guy’s face.

Envy growled and grasped the front of Ed’s shirt holding the blond steady as he punched Ed in the face, the blond toppling off of him and falling to the ground. However, Ed was quickly back up and pinning Envy to the dirty floor of the garage.

Ed felt more than one pair of hands grab him by the shoulders.

"What the hell is wrong with you Ed?!" Winry shouted as Havoc and Fuery pulled him off the other man.

"Stay out of this Tinkerbell!" Ed growled, struggling against both men holding him securely.

"You’re trying really hard to make an asshole of yourself aren’t you?" she threw back at him.

"No, that’s alright," Envy said, standing up and wiping a dribble of blood from the side of his lip. "At least now he can get it out of his system."

"Fuck you Envy," Ed spat.

They all heard the door to the office open.

"What’s up with all the commotion?" Roy asked before stopping to look around, Jenny and Hughes behind him. "What the fuck happened here?"

"Don’t worry about it Colonel-bastard," Ed responded venomously. "He was just leaving."

Roy noticed Envy. "What are you doing here Envy? And what the fuck happened to your lip? Kissing ass too roughly?"

Envy tried to put on an evil smile, but it only came out looking like a grimace.
"Nothing to worry about, Mustang. My little brother just needed to let out some steam."

“Little…brother…?” Roy asked, turning to glance at Ed who was still glaring at Envy.

“Half-brother, actually,” Envy was quick to add. “I told you he was good looking,” the man said wickedly and wiped some blood from his face.

Roy realized he had been jerked around and clenched his fists, turning to Envy. “Get out of here, snake.”

Envy nodded his head and turned to look at Ed. "I guess I’ll be seeing you around little brother," he said. They all could hear Ed growl deep in his throat, Havoc tactically grabbing Ed’s shoulder before the blond could leap on the pretty boy again.

They watched in silence how Envy stepped into his car and drove off.

"What was that all about?" Hughes asked.

Havoc shook his head. "Don’t ask. It’ll just make Fullmetal unnecessarily angry all over again."

"Don’t start," Ed warned.

"It’s true!" Winry scolded. "That was absolutely unnecessary and you know it Ed!"

"Fuck off Tinkerbell," Ed replied calmly before disappearing into the junkyard, a loud crash heard soon after, and then, silence.

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‘Today is too unreal,’ Ed thought while cleaning up the mess he had made when kicking a box filled with junk. He wanted to think out what had just happened and why he had gone all crazy, but someone tapped him on the shoulder. Ed turned around, coming face to face with Speed.

Although Ed was in no happy mood, he forced a smile. "Hey Speed."

"Hey Fullmetal…is this a bad time?” Speed asked tactically. Ed shook his head. Speed if anyone could cheer him up at that moment. “I just wanted to let you know that...if there’s ever a time you need to talk to someone...I’m here for you."

Ed blinked. ‘Okay...and why are you telling me this?’

"About....that night."

‘Oh, right.’

"I know that I don’t know all the details, but I feel bad that whatever happened, happened. But I say, when you can’t go back, you move on, right?

‘What is this guy trying to say?’

"And since we’re on the subject of movin’ on," Speed continued, "how about I take you out like I promised? As friends." Ed looked up at Speed in awe, hearing the words come out of his mouth, but not really understanding them. "How does that sound?"

Ed opened his mouth to say something along the lines of, ‘it sounds like you rehearsed that’, but then thought again. "Sure," he answered. "When?"

Speed’s eyes lit up in surprise. "Well, 8:00 tomorrow night? Imperial Plaza? I’ll pick you up."

"That’s good for me," Ed answered smiling.

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