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You Belong to Me	By : squallstorm Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9925 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I don't own Sabrina or Fullmetal Alchemist.

Thanks
ZaKai for all your hard work on this story. You have managed to keep
me focused, while forcing me to work ever harder to supply you with
the next installment before you 'scratch' my eyes out in frustration.
Hahaha. You rock Chicky!

Chapter
4

Fletcher looked down at
the piece of paper in his hands once more, confirming that this was
indeed the correct address. He shook his head at this whole
situation. Russell could really be an ass sometimes, but he felt bad
for him, so that's why he was here on this errand now.

Pulling open the heavy
glass door to the apartment building, Fletcher scanned the residents
living in the building looking for the missing Edward's apartment
number.

“Ah!”
Finally locating it towards the bottom, Fletcher stabbed his finger
on the button and held it there. He didn't want Edward to think he
could ignore him.

“What
the FUCK!” came Edward's annoyed electronic voice from the
small panel beside his finger a few moments later.

Releasing the buzzer,
Fletcher smiled at his reaction. Just what he was hopping for. “It's
Fletcher. I'm coming up. Buzz me in.”

“The
hell you are, piss off! I don't want to see you!” the
speaker crackled at him.

“You
wound me. Let me up, or I'll stand here all day pressing your
buttons,” Fletcher smiled at the double meaning.

He could hear Edward
growl into the speaker and the security door clicked open. Fletcher
chose the stairs over the elevator, he wanted his little 'spitfire'
to stew somewhat before he got there, wondering why Fletcher had come
over for in the middle of a work day. The stairway was narrow as it
typically was for all old buildings in Paris, but Fletcher admired
the well-cared-for neglect of the place.

As he set foot on
Edward's floor, Fletcher looked both ways trying to sort out which
way to go. Left, Edward's place was to the left. Walking slowly down
the worn carpeted hall, he came to a stop outside of Edward's door
and took a moment to listen. It was strangely quiet inside. Maybe
Edward was listening for him as well. Shrugging his shoulders,
Fletcher raised his hand and knocked on the wooden door. On a whim he
placed his finger over the peep hole.

“I'm
sick! What the hell do you want?” Edward exclaimed as he flung
open the door to glare at the smirking man in front of him.

Fletcher's smirk
disappeared as he looked down on the angry man in front of him. So,
it wasn't a lie. When Edward had called in sick the day after
Russell's clumsy confession, they had thought it was to avoid seeing
Russell at work. “Oh...”

“'Oh?'
What? Did you think I was fuckin' lying?” Edward demanded,
glaring. He brought a tissue up to his nose and wiped at it, still
glaring at Fletcher. He pulled at his pajama bottoms, settling them
higher on his hips.

“Well
the thought had crossed our minds...” Fletcher trailed off.
“Are you going to invite me in?”

Pressing his lips
together in a thin line, Edward opened the door all the way for
Fletcher to pass.

“Thanks.”
Fletcher crossed into the foyer and toed off his shoes, before moving
into the living room. There was a small nest of blankets and used
tissues all over the floor by the couch. He wisely chose to sit in
the padded arm chair over disturbing the 'sick zone'.

“What
anything?” Edward asked from the arch way to the living room.

“Tea?”

Nodding, Edward went
into the kitchenette and pulled out a small kettle and filled it with
water. He reached up and pulled down a single mug and placed a tea
bag in the cup. “Milk? Sugar?” Edward looked over his
shoulder at the man sitting stiffly in his chair.

“Black,
please,” said Fletcher.

They
fell silent as Edward waited for the water to boil. Fletcher watched
his back as he stood facing the kettle rather then look at him. He
must be peeved, Fletcher figured as he studied Edward's back,
that I came all this way, but Russell's beside himself with worry.
He had to do something.

The kettle began to
whistle as the water rolled and bubbled inside. Unplugging the pot,
Edward filled the mug with hot water, and walked carefully across the
room to hand the cup to his guest. His duties as host now fulfilled,
he flopped back on top of his blankets, pulling them back around his
legs.

Fletcher set the mug
aside on the coffee table to cool, and met Edward's unhappy face. “I
suppose you know why I'm here.”

“Russell,”
Edward stated. He looked down into his lap.

“Yeah,
you know, he's really upset that he's lost your friendship.”
Fletcher watched closely for Edward's reaction. He was goading him
into reacting, but he needed to be clear on what Edward felt about
Russell.

Edward looked up
shocked. “He didn't...it's just...did he tell you?” he
finished lamely.

“Yeah.
He's clumsy like that sometimes. He wanted to come here himself, but
I thought...just in case you were mad at him, I should come first.”
Fletcher settled back into the chair, happy with what he saw on
Edward's face; a clear indication that Edward would not be ignoring
Russell forever.

Edward shifted
uncomfortably on the couch. “I'm not...mad. I'm just... See
that girl over there?” Edward pointed across the room at his
cork broad.

Turning around in his
chair, Fletcher looked behind him at the framed tack broad hanging on
the wall. Scooting out of his chair, he crossed over to the wall to
take a closer look. “Hey I know her! She's hot.”

Edward nodded. Winry was
famous after all. “Well, I live...near her. I have feelings for
her,” he mumbled into his lap.

“You're
rich and you live here?” Fletcher turned around, perplexed. The
flat was nice, but if he had that kind of money he should be in a
heck of lot bigger place then this closet.

Edward sighed. “I
didn't really want to get into this,” he looked away. “My
da works for the Mustangs. I'm the son of 'the help'.”

Fletcher remained silent
when he noticed Edward's tone of embarrassment. He didn't think it
right that rich people would still, in this day and age, look down on
others. It was so wrong, and Fletcher felt a pang of anger for his
friend.

“I'm
in love with her. So...” Edward tailed off, and continued to
stare at the wall.

“Russell
was a bit of a shock,” Fletcher finished the sentence for him.
He quirked an eyebrow at the small blond on the couch.

“Yeah.”

“Last
I heard, she was dating some dude from Greece,” Fletcher turned
back to studied the picture, as well as the other items Edward had
placed there.

“Him
and everyone else.”

Fletcher glanced back at
Edward. He heard the bitterness in Edward's voice, he also heard the
longing, and his heart went out to the small boy. Everyone had been
there at some point in there lives, himself included. The silence
stretched out once more, as Fletcher contemplated the tack board.

“Russell
will be glad to hear that you'll still be friends.” Fletcher
came back and sat down in his chair after a few minutes had passed in
silence. He reached out and took to mug from the coffee table and
sipped at the warm liquid. “Can I give you his number, so that
you can talk with him?”

Edward sighed again; he
knew he had to deal with this. The phone might be the best way.
“Yeah, I'll call tonight.” Extracting himself from the
blankets, Edward walked into the other room. Fletcher could hear him
rummaging around, and he reemerged with a pad of paper and a pencil.
Somehow, even though they had hung out together, Edward and Russell
had yet to exchange numbers. They had always made plans at work and
met up somewhere else.

Fletcher took the
offered pad and scribbled down Russell's number in his small spidery
hand. He handed the pad back and stood. “Well, I better get
going.”

“How
did you find my place anyway?” wondered Edward, placing the pad
and pencil on the coffee table for later.

“Ha
ha, we bullied the secretary into giving it to us. I hope you don't
mind?” Fletcher added as an afterthought. He moved around the
coffee table and headed to the door.

“No,
not really.” Edward followed behind Fletcher to stand in the
arch way of the door and watched him slip his feet into his shoes.

“Okay,
well I hope your feeling better soon.” Fletcher put his hand on
the door handle, “later.”

“Bye.”
Edward closed the door as Fletcher walked down the hall. Now he could
relax and sleep on the couch till tonight, then he'd have to talk
with Russell...

- - - -

As he stepped onto the
sidewalk, Fletcher pulled out his cell phone and clicked through his
phone book, looking for Russell's cell number. As soon as he found it
he hit the send button and put the phone to his ear. He didn't have
to wait long for Russell to pick up.

“Hello?”

“Hey,
it's me. He really was sick.” Fletcher strolled down the
sidewalk towards the metro.

“No
shit? Jeez, do I feel like an ass now.”

“He
said he'd call tonight.” Fletcher crossed the street. He smiled
at a pretty woman dressed in a form fitting, black dress and stiletto
heels that was walking towards him. She smiled back.

“Great!
What else did he say?”

“That
he lived with the Mustangs.” Fletcher turned around to watch
the woman's behind as she moved further up the street.

“He's
rich?”

“No,
just a 'son of the help' as he put it.” Fletcher could hear the
shock in Russell's voice as he thought about Edward being rich. He
was taken aback at that as well. Even more so, now that he knew that
Edward had lived so close to Winry Mustang. “He's got a picture
of Winry tacked to a broad in his living room. I don't think you'll
get very far with this one. He seems really caught up with her.”

“Hmm...”

“Of
course, it's up to you how far you'll pursue this, but I suggest that
you lay off for a while, whatever you decide.”

“Yeah.
Thanks for doing this Fletcher, I owe you.”

“You
better believe it! Anyway, I'm about to go underground, so I'll see
you back at work.”

“Right.”

- - - -

Edward blinked and tried
to focus in the darkness of his apartment. Lifting his head from the
pillow he reached for the remote to his small fourteen inch TV that
was resting on the coffee table in front of him. In his grogginess he
sent the remote skittering off the table and onto the floor as his
hand blindly knocked it.

“Fuuuck...”
he mumbled and pushed himself into a sitting position. Running a hand
through his messy hair, Edward stretched the kinks out of his back
from sleeping on the couch. Wiping the sleep from his eyes, he kicked
the blankets onto the floor and trudged to the bathroom in order to
relive his bladder.

Now empty, he shuffled
back to the couch. His body was feeling worse, if that was possible.
Falling into the middle of the couch, Edward stared at the blank TV
screen. He had to do something, he was pretty sure about that, but he
couldn't remember what it was. Looking down, he searched for the
remote, but he didn't want to move to look for it, so he tried to
find it with his eyes.

After a while, he began
to notice that he was staring at the pad of paper that was lying on
the edge of the coffee table. Too lazy to move his upper body, he
reached out with his toe, and dragged the pad towards him.

“Oh
yeah...” Edward picked up the pad and looked down at Fletcher's
writing. He didn't really feel up to that call now, but he had
promised.

Pushing himself upright,
Edward walked to the kitchenette and pulled the cordless phone from
the charger, and brought it back with him to the couch. Adjusting the
blankets so that they would cover his legs, he dialed the number on
the sheet and waited for Russell to pick up.

“Hello?”

“Is--”
Edward stopped to clear his raspy throat, “is Russell there,
please.”

“Edward?”

“Um,
yeah...Russell?” Edward didn't recognize his voice, but that
could be because his ears were all clogged up.

“Hey,
you sound like shit.”

“Mm--”
Edward tried to clear the frogs from his throat again. “Fletcher
came to see me today.”

“Yeah,
was that okay? More importantly, are you okay? Do you want me to get
you anything?”

“Maybe...but
later, about the other day...” Edward's heart was beating hard
and slow in his chest, thumping painfully with each pulse. Thank God,
he was on the phone, if he was well and doing this in person, he'd
probably die from shame.

“Ah,
I know, I'm sorry Edward. I'm such an ass...but I thought that, what
with how you allowed me to hold you at the club, and then when we
went to the café, the way you hid behind me from that
waitress...I got the wrong impression. I totally understand if you
don't want to hang out with me anymore. I deserve it, but I want you
to know that I think you're an awesome guy, and I really enjoy
hanging out with you. I'll totally understand if you're too
uncomfortable to be around me anymore--”

Edward's body felt light
and weak as he listened to Russell's fast, spilling words. He leaned
his head into the back of the couch and stared at the ceiling.

“--I'll
totally understand if you want to punch me out--”

“Russell--”

“--It'll
be okay, I can take it--”

“Russe--”
Edward choked as the urge to cough wracked his body. Lifting his head
off the back of the couch, he leaned forward and tried to expel one
of his lungs. When the attack passed, Edward flopped to the side onto
his pillow and breathed shallowly through his mouth.

“Jesus,
are you okay? That sounded wicked.”

“Yeah,”
Edward croaked. “I forgive you, I won't be punching you, and
we're still friends. Okay? Now I'm going to go back to sleep. I'll
talk to you later,” Edward mumbled, his energy almost all gone.

“Can
I come over and bring you some soup?”

“Okay.
Tomorrow,” Edward closed his eyes. “Bye.”

“Good
night, Edward. Get well soon.”

Edward clicked the phone
off and let it fall to the floor. He was so tried, and his body had
that slow, tingly weak feeling. He hated getting sick in the summer
time. It must be from all this Paris food, Edward thought
fuzzily as he drifted back into a deep sleep.

- - - -

Edward rolled over and
looked down his body at the front door, and the pounding going on the
other side of it. The bright light from the living room windows
dropped down to the wood floor heating it in patches. Wearily, he
kicked off the blankets and swung his feet to the floor. He quickly
got to his feet and shuffled over to the door, pulling up his pajama
bottoms as he went. Opening the door, he smiled weakly at Russell.

“I
brought soup and drugs,” Russell held up the carton of soup in
one hand and the paper drug store bag in the other.

“Cool,
come in,” Edward shuffled back towards the couch, leaving the
open door for Russell to take care of. He blinked at the sudden
headache and stars that swam over his vision, making everything else
fade. He could hear the blood rushing in his ears as his legs folded
up under him, and he crumbled to the floor in a boneless heap.

“Whoa,”
Russell placed his items on the floor and rushed to Edward's side.
“Are you okay?” he placed a hand on Edward's shoulder,
noting the extremely pale complexion on the blond.

Edward blinked at the
white and black patches that started to fade from the edge of his
vision. He brought a weak hand to his head rubbed at his eyes. “I
got up too fast.”

“I
guess you did. Can you stand?” Russell looked over to the couch
and the growing pile of tissue and the mass of blankets.

“Not
yet, I'll rest here a bit,” mumbled Edward.

“Okay,
be right back,” Russell closed the apartment door, and picked
up his bags, placing them on the kitchen counter. He checked over his
shoulder to make sure Edward was okay, and saw that he had folded his
legs under him Indian style and was watching him move about the
kitchenette in a daze. Turning back around, Russell began searching
through the cupboards for a bowl for the soup.

“Next
one,” Edward lifted his hand slowly and pointed at the last cupboard. His ears were buzzing and his head felt much too light.

Moving over to the last
cupboard, Russell reached in and pulled out a bowl. He filled it
with half the soup and put the remainder in the fridge. Rooting
through the drawers he located a spoon, and plunked it into the soup.
“Okay...tray?” Russell asked, looking over his shoulder
once more.

“No...”
Edward mumbled.

“Right,”
Russell picked up the bowl and walked slowly over to the coffee table
and nudging a few use tissues aside, he plunked the bowl down on top
of a dog eared magazine. He crossed back over to Edward, who was
still sitting on the floor. Under the circumstances, Russell thought
it best to ask. “Can I help you up?”

Edward looked up into
his blue eyes, knowing full well that he was asking for Edward's
consent to touch him, but he really didn't feel up to standing. “Um,
I better crawl...I don't think I can handle it.”

Russell tried to keep
his face passive. “Okay.” He watched as Edward rolled on
to his hands and knees, and made his slow, shaky way back to the
couch. Russell followed behind, trying hard not to stare at Edward's
behind and the low riding pajama bottoms. Instead of climbing up on
to the couch, Edward sat down, pressing his back into the edge,
looking worn out and tired.

Moving around to the
other side of the coffee table, Russell slid the magazine with the
soup on it closer to Edward and took possession of the padded chair
next to the couch.

Edward sighed, looking
at the soup and the warm steam drifting upwards. It's too far,
he thought, even though it was practically under his nose. He turned
his head to look at his friend, and saw that he was watching him, his
eyebrow raised in a silent question. Edward's answer was to blink and
let his head roll down to rest on his chest.

“Are
you going to make me feed you?” asked Russell his voice full of
humor.

“I'm...not...hungry,”
mumbled Edward, without raising his head. The call of slumber was
making his lids heavy, and his words slow.

Sliding off the chair,
Russell kicked the discarded tissues aside and sat down beside
Edward. He tucked his leg nearest to the small blond, under him and
let his other leg stretch out under the coffee table. Taking the bowl
of soup off the table he held it under Edward's face and lifted the
spoon. He blew on the soup to cool it before nudging Edward's lips
for him to take a sip.

Edward took the spoon
into his mouth and swallowed. Russell smiled to himself and repeated
the process again. He was able to get three more spoonfuls into the
sick teenager before he shook his head at any more. It was a start at
least.

“I
think we should put you to bed, not the couch,” placing the
bowl back on the table, Russell folded his legs under him and stood.
“Can you make it into the bedroom?” He held his hand out.
“Trust me?”

Looking up into
Russell's face, Edward reached out with a heavy hand to weakly clasp
Russell's wrist. He was so tired now that even if he had doubts about
Russell and his motives towards him, he didn't care. He was pulled to
his feet, and Russell threw an arm around his shoulders, walking him
to the bedroom. The extra support was appreciated because another
round of vertigo threatened to drop him to the ground. The arm around
him tightened its hold.

Russell backed him
towards the bed and eased him to the mattress. He tugged the blankets
out from under his body, and Edward pulled himself up to lay his head
on the pillow with a sigh. The sheets were so nice and cool against
his skin. He rolled over on to his side and tucked one hand under the
pillow and his other one under his chin, letting his eyes close with
a sigh.

Shaking out the
blankets, Russell drew the covers up to Edward's chin. “Edward?”
he whispered. Was he asleep already?

“...Hmm?”
Edward cracked an eye to look at the man standing over him.

“I'll
stay awhile okay? In case you need me,” reaching out a hand
Russell smoothed away the hair that fell into Edward's face.

“M...'kay...”
rolling over, Edward curled up and with a soft sigh drifted off to
sleep.

-- To be continued --

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