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Chapter 24

The warm water moved down Edward�s body soothing his chilled
flesh if not his frozen heart.� Both hands pressed into the tiled wall under
the shower head as he bowed his head forward to allow the water to wash away
the last of the soap from his body.�

There were so many things to do before he left tomorrow�fuck!�
Edward�s brow furrowed as a stray image of Roy entered his mind.� He didn�t
want to think about that bastard anymore.� He�d wasted enough time thinking
about him while he had made his way home.� Shaking the wet mass of hair back
off his face, Edward tilted his head up and let the stream of water pelt his
closed eyelids.�

Damn.

Roy stood before him in his mind�s eye.� Edward grimaced and
tried to think of something else.� Roy smirked at him.� He could feel a hand
caressing his cheek.� He could even smell Roy in the steamy air of his
bathroom.�

Leave me alone.� Please�what do you want from me?� I
can�t do this.� Please, leave me alone.�

Edward pressed his fingertips against the tile.� His newly
skinned knuckles split open, burning as the water washed over his un-bandaged
hand.� Those dark eyes watched him from the other side of the window while he
stood talking to Miles.� Why did Roy stay and look at him like that?�

Sinking down onto his knees, Edward dropped his head forward
to watch the water drain away.� This was a million times worse then when Winry
ignored him when he was younger.� This pain didn�t feel like that pain.� This
was so sharp; cutting through to his core and coming out on the other side
leaving nothing but a giant hole in his chest.� He wished he never came back,
he wished that he never spent time with Roy, he wished that he never knew what
Roy smelled like, he wished that he never knew how good Roy could kiss��

�Shit�� hissed Edward, feeling his eyes burn.� �Shit!� Shit,
shit, shit!�� He smacked his palm against the tile making a loud, wet
sound.� ��

�Edward, honey?�� Patricia�s voice came through the door
accompanied by a soft knocking.�

Swallowing his emotions down hard, Edward cast a quick look
at the shower curtain, picturing Patricia on the other side of that door;
worried for him.� Pulling himself back together, Edward turned off the shower
and stood, pulling the curtain aside.�

�I�m coming, Tricia,� Edward said.� His voice sound almost
okay and maybe she didn�t notice anything because of the door between them.� He
quickly ran the towel over his body before wrapping it around his waist.� He
wasn�t even partially dry, but he stepped out of the bathroom into his room
anyway.� Patricia was standing right in front of the door giving him a worried
look.�

Looking into her brown eyes, he could see that she was
deeply concerned about him.� Wearily, he dropped his head so she couldn�t read
his emotions very well anymore.� He knew that he wore his feelings on his face,
though he liked to pretend he didn�t most of the time.� Moving to the side, he
walked across the soft carpet towards his closet and began to pull out some
loose, comfortable clothing.� Who knows how long he�d be up talking about this
with his father.� He wanted to be comfortable at least.� Without removing his
towel, he pulled on some boxers.� Once they were in place, Edward threw the
towel behind him towards the bed.� Picking up the brush from his dresser, he
began to work at the knots in his hair.�

�This isn�t just from coming out, is it?� Patricia whispered
behind him.

Edward froze mid-brush, not even daring to breathe.� His
hands began to shake as he heard Patricia move towards him.� Gently, she worked
his hands free, guiding each hand down to hang beside his thighs.� She then
took the brush and with great care, combed his hair into a neat fall down his
back.� She didn�t say anything else to him.� With each touch of the brush in
his hair, Edward could feel the words building up behind his closed mouth.� He
didn�t want to tell her, but he did, too.�

There was a soft clatter as the brush was set aside and his
hair was gathered up and a tie was worked round.� Patricia next brought him his
pajama top, sliding it up his arms and moving around to his front to fasten all
the buttons for him.�

She was treating him like a very small child.� Edward looked
down at the top of her head as she worked.� As she finished the last button and
began to step away, he reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her into his
chest where he held onto her tightly.� Her arms came up and held him about the
shoulders.

�Edward, honey, let it out,� she whispered against his
neck.�

�I love Roy,� he blurted against her soft hair.� �I love
him, but he doesn�t love me.� He�s�I�m going back to Paris.� I don�t belong
here.�� Patricia began to move away from his embrace, but he held on, stopping
her.�

�You�re leaving?� asked Patricia.� Edward could hear the
shock and confusion in her voice.� She gripped him harder.� �Because of your
father?� Or Roy?�

�Roy.�

�What happened, love?�

Edward gave her one last squeeze and then released her.� He
turned away and pulled on his pajama pants, pulling out his shirt when it got
caught in the waistband.� �Winry likes me, and that seems to be against Roy�s plans for her,� he said bitterly.� �I guess he thought it�d be funny if he toyed
with my emotions and make me fall for him instead.� He was going to take me to Paris and ditch me there.

�And that�s not even the worst of it.� He�we�were going to
have sex tonight.� I really wanted him to be my first.� And then�he just�stops
and gets up and tells me he�s sorry.� I was so pissed.� I truly wanted
to break something�break him�but I didn�t and I just punched the wall.� He even
tired to buy me off, but I wouldn�t take anything from him�except the plane
ticket.�

�I did notice your hand,� murmured Patricia, but Edward
continued as if she hadn�t spoken at all.�

�He came down to the lobby where I was getting tended to by
the doorman,� said Edward, snickering resentfully.� �You see, I had forgotten
my wallet upstairs in my rush to get out of there.� When I asked him if he
cared for me at all�I couldn�t find anything in his face that would indicate he
ever did.� It was all just a fucking joke for him.�

�I don�t know�� Roy is a hard one to understand at the best
of times.�� Patricia came up and touched Edward�s shoulder, prompting him to
turn towards her.

�So, the first time I fall in love, this is the result,�
said Edward cynically.� �Am I that hard to love?� Winry didn�t care for me
until I came back, and now Roy thinks he can play with me just for fun?� What�s
the point in trying to meet someone if it�ll only turn out like this?��

�It�s not always this bad, dear.� It can be good��

Edward grunted noncommittally.� He was sure that Patricia
believed that, but he couldn�t bring himself to hope that far ahead.� Right
now, he was so hurt and betrayed by Roy�s actions that he couldn�t ever imagine
himself falling for anyone ever again.� In fact, he was ready to live a
celibate life from here on out.

�We should go talk to da.� I�m sure he�s wondering where
we�re at,� murmured Edward.� �And I don�t want him knowing about this.�

�Are you sure, dear?� I�m sure it won�t bother him to know
this.� It�s something that you�re worried about; he�d want to be there for
you.�

�No, he�s already freaking over the fact that I�m gay, I
don�t want to add to that.�� He did not need to hear his father�s comments on
this little �problem� he was having.� His father even warned him to be careful
of Roy before leaving with him to L.A., he couldn�t prove him right, especially
after just coming out.

�Okay, honey.� Do you need a minute?�� Edward nodded and
Patricia left him alone in his room.�

With a sigh, Edward flopped backwards on his bed, pressing
his palms against his eyes.� He was leaving tomorrow�� It would be nice to be
back in Paris.� He�d get to see Russell and Fletcher again.� They could go hang
out just like always and he could tell them all about the tournament�just a few
edits here and there to omit the fact that Roy had been his personal shadow and
they wouldn�t even know the difference�easy as that.�

�So fucked up�� Edward sighed again and pushed off the
bed.� It was time to deal with his da.

--

�So...� prompted Edward.� He was seated in the armchair next
to the couch watching his da stare at his tea cup.� For the last twenty
minutes, his da hadn�t done anything more than reach for a shortbread cookie
and place it on his saucer.� He hadn�t even taken a sip of his tea.� It was
getting late and he had to pack at least an overnight bag if not all his
clothes.� He could always send for his belongings later, but it�d be nice to
have some of his stuff with him.�

His murmured comment went unanswered and he shot a quick,
annoyed glace at Patricia.� This was getting a bit ridiculous.� He shifted his
focus to the dark living room window.� The light from the front porch showed
that the rain had finally stopped.� Since sitting down in the armchair, all
Edward wanted to do was go outside and try and clear his head.� But he had to
stay here and wait for his da to find the words that would get them talking.�
Edward gave a small shake of his head, knowing that it wasn�t likely to happen
now.� His da had gone quiet, introspective.� It might take hours before he
could be persuaded to talk.�

Unwillingly, the memory of his stay in Roy�s apartment sprang
to mind.� Roy�s mouth had been so hot on his chest, and those hands had found
all the spots on his body that made him feel good and wanted.� But then Roy telling him it was only a business transaction stabbed sliced through him
again.� Letting out the breath he�d unconsciously held, he pushed to his feet.

�Look, I�m not going anywhere�tonight�but I want to get some
air.� It�ll give you time to decide what you want to ask me, okay?�� Edward
looked down at his father to see him looking at him with his mouth open and a
hand up as if to stop him.� �I�ll be back,� he said again, and his father
nodded.�

Edward retreated to his room and pulled on a light jacket
and then went outside.� Standing beside the door and inhaling deeply, he
surveyed the newly freshened night-lawn.� The smells were rich with flowers and
wet earth, no sounds reached the house from the road, and the insects were
singing loudly.�

With a sigh born from wretchedness, Edward made his way down
the stairs.� He walked across the pebbled driveway and wandered over towards
the main house.� Before he knew it, he was half way around the perimeter and
coming towards the games room.� The French doors were open to the night air and
a few of the lamps were on, creating a warm, relaxing atmosphere inside.�
Edward looked in curiously and saw Winry, dressed casually and playing a round
of snooker.�

At the sound of his foot scraping the walkway, Winry looked
over.� �Hey,� she said, smiling at him.�

�Hi,� Edward murmured, a wan smile tugging at his lips.�

�Out for a late walk?�

�Yeah.� How�s the ankle?� asked Edward, moving into the room
just enough that he could lean on the door jam.

�Oh, it�s fine�or it will be soon enough,� she said.� Winry
reached behind her and lifted a delicate glass of wine to her lips.� Edward
forced himself to watch her as he had done in the past; the way she held the
edge of the glass against her lips, how her throat moved, and the fall of her
hair, even to how he could just smell her expensive perfume from here�� It no
longer affected him at all.� The spell was broken.

Just like Roy wanted.

�I tried to get a hold of you today.� You were MIA,� said
Winry with a slight whine.� She set the glass on the edge of the pool table and
limped around the table.� Leaning forward, she lined up her cue and took a shot
and then glanced at him.� ��

�Ah�yeah.� I was in town for a while,� answered Edward
evasively.� Winry gave him a sharp, intelligent look that reminded him
painfully of Roy and he tried to keep his face from showing too much, but he
wasn�t sure how successful he was.�

�Do you always walk around at night in your pajamas?�
wondered Winry, smirking at him mischievously.�

Edward closed his eyes and smiled.� When he looked up again
he shrugged.� Winry tilted her head at him, regarding him thoughtfully.� �What
to play a round?� she asked, motioning with the cue.

Dropping his gaze to the carpet, Edward thought that he
could probably make it so Winry would continue to want to be with him, just to
spite Roy.� But then that would be doing the very same thing that was done to
him.� He wouldn�t use people like that.� He would never use someone.� �Naw,
I�ve�won a trip; to Paris, incidentally,� said Edward, meeting Winry�s curious
gaze again.�

�Oh? Are you going by yourself?�

�Yeah, I leave tomorrow.�

�That�s a pretty fast trip,� said Winry thoughtfully, one of
her hands pulled the glass flute over and up against her lips, taking another
sip.�

Edward pressed his lips together and smiled wanly at Winry,
feeling a sort of peace descend on him.� He couldn�t begin to remember a time
when he�d felt so at ease in his own skin and be around Winry at the
same time.� All that anxiety and worry about coming home and seeing her again
after so long was all but a memory now.�

Tilting the glass in his direction, Winry raised one eyebrow
in silent query.� �No thanks, I should go,� said Edward, declining her silent
offer.� He turned away and stepped back outside.

�Edward?�

�Hm?�� Edward turned back and raised an eyebrow curiously,
one hand resting on the door jam to steady himself.

�I�m sorry�for how I�ve treated you in the past.� It was
never my intention to hurt you, though, I know that I�ve done so anyway.�

There was panic in that first moment after those words left
Winry�s mouth, but then it faded away.� Forcing a smile on his face, Edward
nodded once and then turned to leave.� He hadn�t expected an apology from
Winry.� It had definitely caught him off guard.� As long as he knew Winry, he
had never known her to apologize to a man she had been with, and while they
hadn�t been together they still have a brief moment of something.�

But it was nice to be acknowledged and to receive an apology
all the same.� Things felt�settled�with Winry.� It was alright�he was
alright�would be�soon.� He was strong now.� There was no reason why he couldn�t
go back to Paris and find happiness...alone most likely.� He could do it.� Now,
he was going to make his way back to his house and try and get da to talk to
him.� ��

--

Winry watched Edward�s hand clench on the molding of the
door as she apologized with a growing realization.� The smile that Edward gave
her was even more convincing.� She watched Edward leave with a frown on her
face, thinking hard.�

The first thing she realized was that Edward didn�t like her
anymore or to be more accurate, he didn�t love her anymore.� But she had
some inkling of that already.� What she had just seen proved that to her
without a shadow of doubt.� Although she had pretty much figured it out
already, it was still shocking to be confronted with the truth.�

The second thing that she realized was that Edward was most
likely in love with someone else.� Now, this is where it got a little bit
tricky for her.� If she thought back to how Edward had looked upon arriving at
the house with Roy, fresh from the airport and their little trip together, she
would have to say that there was something there that she had missed that first
time.� And now that she had time to think on it, it was pretty obvious what was
going on.� This was really shocking and�and�bizarre!� It meant that her
brother; her seemingly asexual brother was interested in someone�Edward of all
people!

And the cr�me de la cr�me was that Edward felt the same way.

Thoughtfully, Winry sipped from her wine glass and tried to
think of what Roy could have been trying to achieve.� Something hadn�t gone to plan;
she could read that much in Edward�s demeanor and see it in his body language.�
She was just as adept at reading a person�s body language as Roy was�maybe a
little better.�

What did she know? she wondered, setting the glass down
softly on the felt of the table.� She knew that Roy had always had some
interest in Edward from the very first time he came to live above the garage.�
She had previously thought it only a passing interest but now she was forced to
see her brother�s behavior as something more.�

She also knew that Roy had asked for, and gotten, a much
stronger dose of drugs after causing her to break her ankle.� She had viewed it
as over-protective, but now Winry wondered if it was in order to get rid of her
for the short-term.� And knowing her brother like she did, it had to be the
latter.� That then, begged the question, why did Roy want to get rid of her for
the short-term?

This then meant that Roy took Edward away and
whatever had happened on this trip, Edward felt very strongly for Roy.� But, she wondered, did Roy feel anything for Edward?� This also called into question
her actions since Edward had come home little over a week ago.� She had gotten
so wrapped up in seeing a new, cuter version of Edward that she had basically
forgotten all about her husband-to-be, Al.�

Winry sighed and lined up her cue with the white ball taking
aim at the far red ball.� She knew why Roy had started what he had started and
what it would mean for the company if the merger with Hughes Tech. fell
through.� Roy was only looking out for the company�s wellbeing.� It was only
natural that he would take whatever measures he could to ensure that the merger
went through.� She knew that.� But it still didn�t mean that whatever he did to
Edward made it alright.� She really did like Al and wanted to get married to
him, it was just that she got caught up in Edward�s new look and his shy and
charming ways.�

She pushed the cue through her fingers and watched the white
ball roll along the felted top towards the intended target until it slowed too
soon and just bumped the red ball.� With a snort of annoyance, Winry lay the
cue down on the table and took her wine in hand.�

�Right, well, I�m going to fix this,� declared Winry,
downing the last of the wine.� She frowned out into the night as she placed the
wine glass on the table.� �First, I�m going to call Al.�� She nodded her
head�more to herself then for any other reason�and limped as quickly as she
could out of the games room.

--

Roy didn�t know how long he stood at his floor-to-ceiling
windows that night, watching the rain fall, a cut crystal glass of brandy lying
forgotten in his hand, untouched.� His apartment was dark and quiet; too much
of either condition to be tolerated right now.� After having Edward here and
seeing how much life there was with him at his place, it made his apartment
that much more empty when he was gone, he didn�t like it.� Edward
brought in a joyful light to his lonely place.� Roy didn�t like a lot of things
about himself or his place right now.� He felt disgusted with himself and his
actions, his lack of morals that had led him to this place.�

Edward was right.� He did use people.� Shamelessly, too.� He
was a bastard, the biggest one ever, and the look in Edward�s
eyes as he stood there just on the verge of crying because he was a bastard.�
He didn�t deserve someone as great as Edward loving him, because he�d just ruin
it and twist it all around until it was all used up and dead.� This was how it
should be.� Edward would be happier with another man, he knew that.

Eventually, the rain stopped and all he could see were city
lights as far as he cared to look�if he cared to look.� His gaze was looking
far across the city, but he didn�t truly see any of what was before him.� He
was looking inward; at himself, at his life, his choices, and how deeply hurt
Edward looked, glancing back at him from outside the main entrance of his
building just before running off into the downpour.� �

How long ago was that?� Only a few hours maybe?� Felt like a
lifetime ago.� �He wouldn�t be getting any sleep tonight, he knew that much.�
And if he was going to be staying up, he might as well head over to his office
and finish up his paperwork for tomorrow.�

--

�Hi, long time no talk,� Winry said into the phone.� She
smiled at the deep, musical laugh that tickled her eardrum.� It sent a tingle
down her spine.� �Have you been busy?�

�Yeah...� Sorry I haven�t been able to call you before
now.� I was actually going to try and call you tonight, but you beat me to it.�
How are things back home?� Are my parents being over zealous still?� asked
Al.

�No, not so bad since you talked to them last month.� But I
do have something rather serious I want to talk to you about.� Do you have some
time now?�

�Yeah.� What�s going on?� Should I be worried?�

�Not for us; not anymore, but I want to tell you what�s been
going on with me here and I�d like for you to just listen and keep an open
mind, because I know who I want, Al.� I do want you, you know?�

�I know, hon.� This sounds really serious.� I�ll lock the
door so that no one will bother me.�

�Thanks, Al.� You�re the best, you know that?�

�But of course,� said Al.� There was humor in his
voice, but Winry could also hear worry and anxiousness.� He didn�t know if he
wanted to hear what she was going to say, and she didn�t know how he would
react to the news that she almost had an affair with someone.� She hoped that
Al would be understanding enough to see beyond the superficial.� She hadn�t
done anything, but if given the chance she may have.�

�Good, because it�s a doozey.�

--

Edward looked through the window in the door, seeing his da
and Patricia leaning towards each other and talking softly; too low for him to
hear.� It was times like these that he wished that his father had hooked up
with Patricia.� They would have been good together and even though Patricia did
most of the motherly things for him already, he would have liked to have her
even closer.� Waking up to find her in the house above the garage and not the
main house would have been a dream come true for him.� Not only for him,
though, did he wish for her to be his mother.� He also wanted his da to be
happy and have someone to love other then him.

But, no matter how he would have liked it, you can�t force
someone to like another.� He understood that personally now.� Not only could he
not make Winry see him and like him for who he was, he couldn�t change her
either.� She would be who she was and the only one that could change that was
her.� And Roy, though he had played with his emotions, didn�t care for him one
bit, and nothing Edward did would change that fact.� And he had wanted Patricia
to hook up with his da, but it never happened.� All these people that wanted to
connect but didn�t.� It was with an almost cynical attitude in that he now
questioned the point of finding someone �special� to love, or to be with.� But,
he wanted to hold out hope that maybe one day��

He opened the door, his father and Patricia both looking up
at the sound of the door opening.

�Da?� I�m going to Paris�tomorrow,� blurted Edward, closing
the door behind him with a soft click.� He watched his father�s eyes widen in
alarm.� He couldn�t let this linger any longer then it had already.� He felt
bad for doing it this way, but�he really couldn�t wait forever.� �If we�re
going to talk, we should do it before I leave here.�

�But, Edward�this is so sudden.� What�?� Is it because of
what I said?� asked Hohenheim, pushing his hands into the cushion of the couch
to rise.�

�Look, as much as I�d like to sit here all night and wait
for you to find whatever it is you want to ask me, I need to pack.� I�m sorry
if this seems rushed but��

�Edward�son�please just�just tell me what�s going on.� This
is so sudden,� said Hohenheim, taking two steps forward before stopping.

�I can tell that my�being gay�is bothering you, so it�s just
as well that I take off.�

�That�s�I didn�t mean�Patricia�� Hohenheim turned to
Patricia with pleading eyes.�

She looked at Edward with a small smile and nodded.� �Honey,
you should tell your father the rest of it.�

Edward sighed, rubbing a hand through his bangs.� He really
didn�t want to do this, but it seems that Patricia felt that it was okay to
tell da about Roy.� He felt like a fool for being taken in by Roy�s fake
kindness and his attention towards him.� Was he that starved for attention that
he took it wherever it was given?� He was too easily manipulated by that man
and he had let it happen.� He couldn�t stand it.�

�Fine.� I wasn�t going to say anything about this because
you obviously have trouble with the fact that I�m gay, but while in L.A. I sorta�� He paused.� The look on his father�s face told him that the next words out
of his mouth would shatter what little regard, if any, his father might still
have for him.� But Patricia was giving him a look that said it was fine to tell
his da what had happened and he didn�t know who was right in this situation.

�I sorta�I mean, I did fall for�Roy�� A quick glance
at his da showed that he didn�t quite understand what he was saying.� Edward
pressed his lips in annoyance and shifted his weight nervously.� �You were
right, I should have been careful around Roy, but I let my guard down.� It�s a
moot point now because I�m leaving tomorrow, and it�s not because of what you
said, da.�

�

Edward looked down and to the side, not wanting to see what
sort of reaction he was going to get from this.� His humiliation for being
taken in by Roy�s acting and how pathetic he had behaved�� He had practically
begged Roy to have sex with him.� It was like Roy made him do all those
things.� He made him go with him, stay in the hotel room, made him want to kiss
him after falling out of the tree.� He made him turned on, made him like him.�
It was all just an act.

He turned as his father moved, falling back into his seat,
looking like he had just been punched in the gut.� Sadly, Edward watched his
father, knowing that it was hopeless.� This�whatever this was, wasn�t
going anywhere.� There was no point in continuing this pointless exercise.�
Whatever his father felt for him now, he couldn�t change that.� Not in the few
hours he had left to him.� Edward felt sad about that, but resigned too.��

�I�m sorry,� mumbled Edward.� �I�m going to bed.��

No one called out to him as he left and entered his bedroom,
but that was fine.� He wanted to be alone right now.� He was hurting from so
many sides.� His father, Roy�s manipulation, Winry�s apology, being forced to
go back to Paris in humiliation; they all added their own notes of sadness and
anger to his already foul mood and dejected spirit.�

�Fuck packing; I�m going to bed,� mumbled Edward to his
empty room, making him feel even crappier.� Closing his door, he padded across
the carpet and flopped face first onto the bed with a sigh.�

�Fuck��

--To Be Continued�

Sorry for the late update.� I had hoped that my second beta
would give me back a chapter by now, but I haven�t heard from her.�
(yaoi_girl69, where are you!?)� Anyway, I feel as though this chapter could
have done with some outside input to make it better�� I�ll leave you to decide.

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