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You Belong to Me	By : squallstorm Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9883 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
Disclaimer:
I don't own Sabrina or Fullmetal Alchemist.

Thanks
to ZaKai for reading this over, and finding the time in her busy
schedule to look this over and correct my mistakes.

For
you AFF readers, I just wanted to let you know that we don't get any
'good' stuff for a while yet, it's more story then smut...I don't
know...maybe it's TOO light to be here...tell me what you think,
okay!

(1)
– A made up tournament for the purposes of this story. As we
go along I'll explain more about the rules and such.

Chapter
5

“Hey!
Edward! Back among the living eh?” Fletcher yelled, waving
across the foyer at the approaching teenager.

Looking up from watching
his feet, Edward searched the milling people looking for the caller.
He still felt like shit, but he'd been gone for a whole week of work,
and didn't feel comfortable missing anymore time. He was glad that
Russell had come over when he did, because his temperature had spiked
and he wouldn't have been able to care for himself.

Russell had even gone so
far as to ask for the day off to look after him. Ed was mortified
that Russell had seen him at his worse like that, and it really
shocked him too. To go so far for him...even after he'd rejected him
like that. He'd have to look for something he could do in order to
repay him somehow.

“Edward!
Over here!” Fletcher called again.

Looking to the right he
saw Fletcher waving at him over the heads of the morning work crowd.
Smiling, Edward trotted over to him. As he stopped in front of
Fletcher, he had to pause and catch his breath and coughed hard into
his hand leaving him even more out of breath.

“Are
you sure you should be here?” Fletcher asked quirking an
eyebrow in question, studying the wheezing boy in front of him.

Clearing his throat of
phlegm, Edward stood. “Yeah...I can't miss any more days,”
he said as he cleared his throat once more trying to make his voice
less harsh and gravelly.

“Whatever,
it's your funeral.” Fletcher walked towards the back of the
building, glancing back after a few steps to make sure that Edward
was following him.

Trailing behind
Fletcher, Edward dug through his pockets looking for the tissues he'd
stashed there. Peeling off a sheet, he wrapped it around his nose
and blew vigorously. He'd have to remember to pick up a few more
boxes of tissue on the way home.

He
couldn't wait to be well again, he really wanted to go back to that
gym and do some more Capoeira. Right now, about all he could do
would be to snot his opponent to death. Also, he wanted to ask
Russell to teach him boxing, since Capoeira wasn't really strong with
the hand skills, like at all.

His shoulders fell
forward. Well, hopefully the medication Russell had left at his
house would be enough to get him through today, and if he was feeling
up to it, maybe...maybe he would be feeling well enough to go to
class tonight.

“Fletcher!”

Both Edward and Fletcher
looked up the marble stairway to see a stunning brunette woman waving
down at them. Fletcher turned around and winked at Edward.

“Who's
that?” asked Edward, openly staring.

“She
works in the office. Met her when we went to get your address. I
gotta go, later,” Fletcher lightly punched Edward's shoulder
and ran up the stairs.

Edward watched from the
bottom of the steps and took in Fletcher's body language as he talked
to the girl. He was relaxed and gesturing easily as if he wasn't
nervous at all. If that was him, he'd be tense and sweaty. Shaking
his head at what he couldn't change, Edward climbed the stairs,
looking up every now and then to see what Fletcher was doing.

As
he got near, the girl slipped her hand into Fletcher's and led him
away. How the hell did he do that?
Edward wondered. It made him want to turn around, go back home, and
crawl back into bed to hide from the world. He could never in a
million years be like that with a beautiful woman.

“Edward!”
a terse voice snapped at him from behind.

Damn, he knew that
voice. Paninya. He turned around to see the dark-skinned woman, her
hair pulled taunt across her scalp, and with her overly trendy
clothing and insanely high heels, glaring at him. She began to
rattle off something in her rapid fire French that Edward, with his
limited skills in the language, couldn't follow; punctuating parts of
her tirade with impatient gestures and angry glares. Once she was
finished with whatever she had to say, she handed him a sheet of
paper and strode away.

Edward
rolled his eyes and his whole body sagged. Looks like it was going
to be a real fabulous
Monday.

- - - -

Laying his head on his
desk, Edward allowed his eyes to close. Maybe he should have stayed
home today, his head was throbbing, his nose was dripping, he was
tired and achy, and it was barely nine-thirty. Dr. Marcoh had found
him in the halls just as he was heading up to his workstation,
stopping him with a hand on Edward's chest, and warning him not to
breathe on any thing important; he didn't want future generations to
be contaminated with his cold.

Beyond peeved now that
Paninya had already had a go at him, Edward had pushed the hand aside
and narrowed his eyes at his boss. He had told Dr. Marcoh that if he
wasn't carefully, it wasn't future generations that had to worry
about his cold, it was the doctor himself. Actually, thinking back
on it, he was surprised at how he asserted himself. The biting,
sarcastic words seemed to have come from another person.

Dr. Marcoh's jaw had
almost hit the floor with that, and Ed had to choke back an insane
urge to laugh hysterically at the other man. He wondered if this
meant that he wouldn't be pushed around too much anymore. He'd just
have to wait and see.

He must have said
something else to the director, because the next thing he knew the
doctor was walking away, telling him to 'don't push yourself' and
sounding quite concerned in the process. He wished he could remember
what it was. Hearing footsteps approach his workroom, Edward lifted
his head and resumed his assignment.

He resisted the urge to
turn on his stool and see whoever it was that was walking past
because he wanted to appear to be hard at work, but his ears strained
to identify the tread of whoever was approaching. The steps slowed
and stopped. They sounded like they stopped just outside his room.
The desire to turn was back even greater then before.

“Oh,
just do it Edward,” Russell laughed, in his rich baritone
voice.

Slumping over his desk,
Edward sighed. “Russell...” he spoke to the table top.
Looking over his shoulder, he saw the older man leaning against the
door frame with an amused grin on his face.

“Thinking
I might be Paninya?” Russell chuckled, and entered the room.

“Yeah,”
Edward grinned lazily as Russell crossed the office to look down at
what he was working on. “Hey, she gave me this, but I can't
make out enough French to know what's it all about.” He picked
up the paper he'd received this morning from the corner of his desk
and handed it to Russell.

Raising an eyebrow,
Russell took the sheet and scanned it all the way to the bottom.
“Dummy!” he chuckled at Edward, and couldn't resist
reaching out to ruffle his long bangs.

“Hey!
What gives?” Edward swatted the hand away and smoothed out his
flipped over hair.

“Didn't
you call in to tell them you were sick?” asked Russell.

“”I...”
Edward paused. He'd called...right? He frowned and looked down at
his work. Right?

“This
says, well, more or less, that next time you're sick, notify the
office,” Russell grinned at Edward's puzzled expression. He
was still cute, even if he couldn't put the moves on him.

“Am
I in trouble?” Edward asked as he worried the nail on his thumb
between his teeth.

“Not
much; it's just a warning. Get three of these and they let you go.”
Russell placed the paper back on top of a pile of paper and smiled
down at Edward's bemused face.

“Wait!
I did call, else how would you guys know?” Edward looked up
into Russell's face, remembering Fletcher's visit.

The look of mirth faded
from the older man's face, and he looked back down at the paper
again. Picking it back up, he re-read the memo. “Edward, what
are you even doing here? I don't want all my hard work at making you
well again to go to waste. You should go home, but report to the
office first, okay?” Russell let his hand holding the paper
fall to his side, and brought his other hand up to clasp Edward's
shoulder.

“But
I don't want to miss anymore days, I've already missed so many.”
Russell gave him a knowing look, and slightly raised an eyebrow at
him. “Okay...fine,” he huffed before sliding off the far
side of the stool.

“Don't
fool around, go straight to bed.”

“Yes...MOM,”
Edward rolled his eyes, and snorted at Russell. The slight tickle in
the back of his throat wouldn't go away, and next thing he knew he
was hacking hard into his hand.

Russell hurried to
Edward's side and rubbed large circles into the small teenager's
back. “Jesus, Edward. Are you okay?” he asked as the
attack subsided.

Clearing his throat a
few more times, Edward swallowed before speaking. “Um...yeah...I'm
pooped though,” he mumbled as his shoulders sagged and he
leaned forward towards Russell. He stopped himself at the last
instant and rolled back onto his heels, away from the older man's
chest. What sort of message would he be sending if he all of a
sudden started to cuddle with Russell?

“Will
you be okay to get home on your own?” Russell asked the top of
Edward's head. The poor guy looked like he was going to fall asleep
right here, on his feet. “You know, my uncle had pneumonia a
while back... Edward, go wait for me in the lunch room. I'm going
to take you to the hospital just in case you've caught pneumonia.”

“I
don't have that, it's just a cold.” Edward swayed again
towards Russell's chest, and once again caught himself at the last
second, rolling back on his heels. He was so sleepy.

Russell grunted and
threw an arm around Edward's swaying body; leading the small
un-protesting blond out into the hall and to the lunch room. A few
staff members threw curious glances his way, but he didn't stop to
chat so they moved on. Grateful that the kitchen wasn't too far
away, Russell deposited Edward in a chair and pulled his light summer
jacket out of his locker and draped it over the boy's shoulders.

“Wait
here. Lay your head on the table if you need to rest, but don't take
it off. Got it?” As soon as Edward nodded his consent,
Russell was off.

Staring blankly at the
far wall and the various posters promoting work place safety, Edward
let his eyes close. Maybe he was pushing it just a little to be here
today, but his father had always said 'that to miss work due to
illness was a crock. If you weren't on your death bed, you could go
to work.'

Right now, Edward was
feeling like he was on his death bed. Sighing, he leaned forward and
folded his arms on the table top, and burrowed his face into the
crook of his arm. Just thinking about his nice white sheets, and
fluffy comforter on his bed, the wonderful feather bed, and feather
down pillows at home made him limp with exhaustion.

- - - -

Pulling out his cell
phone from his back pocket as he walked swiftly down the hall,
Russell quickly punched in Fletcher's number, waiting impatiently for
his friend to pick up.

He didn't even wait for
him to say hello before he was telling him what he needed. “Fletch,
I need your car,” Russell demanded.

“Russell?
My car? Why?”

“I
wanna take Edward to the Hospital,” he explained. His long
strides carried him down the hallway to the administration offices.

“What!
What's wrong with him?”

“I
want him checked for pneumonia, just in case, and then I'll take him
home.” Russell turned down the next hallway. “Meet me
in the kitchen?”

“Fine.
I'll be right there. Where are you?”

“I'm
just heading to the office to let them know. Do you know that Edward
got a warning for not calling the office to tell them he was sick?”
asked Russell. He brought the sheet of paper Paninya had given
Edward up to his face to look at the signature at the bottom, and
pressed his lips.

“He
did? But that--”

“I
know...anyway I'm here, so I'll be back in a bit. Later.”
Russell paused just outside of the office. With his phone propped
against his ear with his shoulder, he folded the paper up and put it
in his pocket for later.

“'Kay.
Later.”

Russell flipped his
phone closed, and strode up to the front desk.

- - - -

“I
can walk on my own, Russell,”
Edward said in cranky annoyance, pushing off Russell's attempt to
support him as they crossed the parking lot on their way to the
hospital.

“Fine.
Cranky much?” Russell snapped back half heartily. Letting his
arm drop, Russell thrust his hands into his pants pockets, and ducked
under a low tree branch. He turned his head away to hide his smile
when he noticed that Edward didn't have to duck at all.

“I
just think that this is a waste of time. You could have dropped me
off at home, and saved yourself the trouble,” explained Edward
wearily. He didn't want Russell to think he was mad at him. He just
didn't like hospitals much. He was always in the emergency when he
was younger to get stitches or tinnitus shots. He hated getting
shots. He hoped they weren't going to give him a shot today.

“It's
no bother, plus you got no one here
to take care of you. Let me be that person,” Russell said as
he winked at Edward and his startled expression.

“...Um...”
What on Earth could he say to that?
Edward hoped that the warmth on his cheeks was due to his cold and
not because he was blushing.

“Don't
give yourself an aneurysm, I'm just saying.” Squeezing between
two closely parked cars, Russell led the way to the front doors of
the hospital.

Huffing at his own
inexperience with dealing with other people, Edward followed a few
steps behind. He didn't want to be like this anymore; if anything,
being here in Paris and meeting Russell had shown him how far he
needed to grow. He hated to admit it, but it seemed his father was
right about sending him here.

They approached the
sliding glass doors and entered the cool, air conditioned interior of
the hospital. Pausing, they both looked around for where they should
head next. Edward couldn't read any of the French signs indicating
the different wards, so he left it up to Russell to decide where they
ought to go now.

“This
way,” said Russell, heading towards the broad information desk.
Stopping in front of one of the nurses seated behind the desk,
Russell started speaking in French.

Edward came up to the
desk along side Russell and tried to listen and pick out any French
words he recognized as they talked. Russell pointed down a hallway
and asked a question. The nurse pointed as well, and Russell nodded.
Edward understood when he said merci. About the only thing he did
understand in that whole conversation. Russell jerked his head at
Edward, towards the hall and set off.

“So,
what'd she say?” Edward asked as he walked along side of his
friend, down the wide linoleum floor.

“That
you're sick,” Russell grinned at Edward as he snorted in
response to Russell's teasing. Russell pulled his hand out of his
pocket and combed his fingers through his hair. “And that we
got to wait in the general admissions area.”

Edward tried to hold in
the cough that wanted to work its way free. Clearing his throat,
Edward swallowed, and the tickle wouldn't be denied any longer. He
hacked into his hand, making his abs hurt from the force of the
exertion. He dimly noted Russell's hand resting on the small of his
back, as he was lead down the hall.

- - - -

“Are
you hungry? I'll get something for you from the vending machines if
you want,” Russell suggested, looking up from his
three-year-old magazine at Edward who was slumped over in his chair.

Opening his eyes, Edward
looked up at his friend, and lifted his head from the back of the
chair. “Naw, my stomach hurts from coughing, I don't feel like
it.”

“Okay,
I'll just go get something then. Be right back.”

“Yeah...”
Edward let his head fall back to the chair and watched sleepily as
Russell walked across the waiting room to the vending machines. He
hoped the doctor would see them soon, because he was feeling like
maybe he did have pneumonia, he felt that shitty. Four hours of
waiting, and sitting on chair with only a hint of padding did not
help the body relax, either.

He watched as Russell
deposited his coins into the machine, made a choice, and walked back
to their seats.

“Sure
you don't want any?” Russell shook the bag of salted peanuts
for Edward to see.

He just blinked at the
man standing over him.

“Hey,”
Russell sat down beside Edward, angling himself to better see the
tired face. “You're going to give yourself a sore neck, lying
like that.”

“Hn.”

“Edward
Elric,” a voice called out across the waiting room.

“Oh!”
Russell turned in his seat and saw the nurse standing in the door way
leading to the doctor's examining room. “Let's go.”
Reaching down he pulled the sick teenager to his feet.

Slightly more alert now,
Edward walked behind Russell. Finally they could get this over with
and he would soon be crawling into bed. The nurse led them down the
corridor and pulled aside a curtain divider. Speaking in French,
she motioned to the bed and left.

“Take
off your shirt and lay down,” Russell translated after she
left. He pulled the curtain half way, so that Edward could have a
bit of privacy.

“'Kay.”
He slipped the button-down shirt off his arms, laid it on the bed,
and fisted the hems of his t-shirts pulling them all off in one go.
He let them fall in a pile on top of his other shirt and hopped up
onto the bed.

“Holy
fuck, Edward!” exclaimed Russell.

“What?”
asked Edward, puzzled by Russell's outburst. He pivoted around and
sat his bum on the bed, with his feet dangling over the side.

“Where
did you get all those scars?”
Reaching out his hand, Russell dragged his finger tips along
Edward's right ribs. There were numerous signs of stitches and old
wounds that had become more visible due to the blond's flushed and
red skin.

Edward looked down at
his chest. His many adventures into the woods or climbing trees and
their disastrous end result was on proud display. “Oh...I'm
clumsy,” he said as he lay back on the thin mattress and folded
his hands over his stomach.

Russell snorted in
disbelief. “That looks more like--”

“Bonjour,
bonjour, how are we today?” A man in a blue shirt and tie with
a stethoscope around his neck pulled the curtain back and stood at
the end of the bed. He looked at Russell and then down at his
clipboard. “Brother?”

“No,
I'm his friend.”

Nodding he flipped a
page and studied his paperwork. “So, you've got a bad cold and
suspect pneumonia...well let's have a listen to your lungs, young
man.” Placing the clipboard at the end of the bed, he inserted
the tips into his ears and rubbed the metal over his palm, warming
it.

Edward's eyes never left
the doctor and what he was doing. He started as the cold metal
touched his upper chest, and he breathed long and deep without being
told to.

“Again.”
Edward inhaled, and then choked.

The doctor stepped back,
and Edward sat up coughing hard into his hands. Russell moved beside
him and rubbed soothing circles into his bare back. After a few
moments, the urgency dissipated, but the urge to cough didn't.

“Hm...I'll
give you a few minutes to calm down, and I'll be back,” the
doctor said and walked off to make some notes.

“Ugh...my
stomach hurts,” whined Edward. He flopped back onto the bed,
and kneaded his abused abs in sympathy.

“All
better?” The doctor came back before Russell had a chance to
respond to Edward, placing his stethoscope on the naked chest in
front of him. “Breathe shallowly.” The doctor listened
and then moved the device around his patient's chest. “And how
long have you had this cold?”

“About
a week.”

“Hm...I'm
going to order some X-rays. Your lungs sound too wet to me, but it
might just be an infection, and not pneumonia.” Pulling out
the ear pieces, the doctor laid the stethoscope around his neck.
“You can get dressed now.”

“How
long will the X-rays take?” Russell asked. He tried not to
watch as Edward pulled his shirts back on.

“Not
long, I'll send you up right away.”

“Thanks
sir,” Edward croaked, he pulled on his button down and hopped
off the bed.

“Please
take this to the eighth floor.” The doctor handed Edward a
sheet of paper and waved good-bye.

Sighing, Edward looked
up at Russell. “Let's go,” he said without enthusiasm.

- - - -

“I'm
soooo fucking tried,” whined Edward. They were heading back to
the waiting room on the first floor; the X-rays were taken to be
developed. Now they had to wait again.
He plopped down in the closest chair, letting his body sink. It was
so good to not have to support himself anymore.

“I
know, but it's better to be sure,” Russell said in sympathy, as
he took the seat beside the blond.

Edward hummed his
acknowledgment and let his chin fall to his chest. He closed his
eyes and could only think about his lovely bed at home.

“Hey,
isn't that your instructor from that place?” Russell asked
sometime later.

Rousing himself from his
cramped position on the chair, Edward sat up and looked in the
direction Russell was pointing in. Striding across the waiting area,
in his Chinese coat and baggy pants, was Ling, looking very pissed
off.

“Wonder
what he's up too?” Edward mused.

“Should
we say hi?” wondered Russell. His eyes followed the brisk man.

“Don't
know. He looks pissed. Let's wait.”

“Okay.”

Ling walked up to the
reception desk and gestured violently. The nurse shook her head and
pointed in the other direction. Ling seemed to pause at this, his
body language showing that he was thinking about something, then he
stabbed the counter top with his index finger. Once he finished his
rant, the nurse got up and walked away. They could see Ling's mouth
drop open in shock and then he closed his mouth and turned around to
lean on the counter. He seemed to not see the seats and the people
in them, but suddenly he focused on Russell and Edward and smiled.
Pushing off the counter he strode over towards their seats.

Edward
shifted. For some reason he was over come with embarrassment. They
had witnessed something that was quite possibly private. What if
Ling accused them of being nosy? He felt the heat rise in his face.
Not like he'd never been nosy before,
he thought, but somehow this was different.

“Oh,
hey, he's heading this way,” said Russell, finally looking over
at the man walking towards them. “Did you see what happened?”

“No!”
Edward said a little too harshly, he shifted again.

“O...kay,”
Russell quirked an eyebrow at him and then turn back to great Ling as
he came within earshot. “Bonjour, funny meeting you here.”
He held out his hand and the martial artist shook it in greeting.

“Bonjour,
I haven't seen you two in a while. I was just thinking about calling
my star pupil to see what's up,” Ling smiled at Edward who
wouldn't meet his eyes. He took the seat on Edward's other side.

“Really?”
Russell looked around Edward in order to see Ling's face and confirm
what he had said. “Hear that?” he nudged the teenager in
the arm.

“Oh...um
thanks,” Edward mumbled. After a moment, he lifted his head
enough to look at Ling and see for himself that he was serious.

“I
was thinking, if you're really keen, I'd like to do some intensive
training with you. I think that you'd be perfect to go to L.A. for
the World Open Mixed Martial Arts Tournament (1). It's being held in
two years time, and with your natural abilities I think that's more
then enough for you to achieve a sufficient rank.”

“Me!
Compete? You got to be joking me!” protested Edward. He
coughed into his hand, his excitement affecting his illness. “Plus
capoeira isn't made for sparring,” his voice warbled and
dropped an octave.

“I
don't teach just
capoeira. I know Savaté, Tae Kwon-do, and Kung fu, with a
little bit of Jiu Jujitsu on the side. I think I got a nice blend
and you...you take to it so well. I was totally blown away by the
end off class, and then you disappeared on me,” Ling said
throwing up his hands at the tragedy of it all. “And don't be
worried about your size, I know we can bulk you up in no time.”

“Who
are you calling small?” Ed groused. “I'm still growing
you know,” he pouted, crossing his arms in annoyance.

Chuckling, with his eyes
sparkling with mirth, Ling just smiled at Ed.

“Wow,
Edward, you should do it.” Russell eyes were shining in
excitement. “I could help too and teach you some boxing skills
to get you in shape.”

“Sounds
good. Boxing is excellent for building up the body,” Ling
agreed, nodding at Russell.

“Wah,
you guys are teaming up on me. I'm sick, and this is huge. I don't
know...” Edward shifted in his chair again. He swallowed his
desire to cough; his stomach had had enough.

“Think
about it. Will you come back to class either way?” badgered
Ling. He didn't want to lose this one no matter what.

“Well
yeah, since I already paid,” huffed Edward.

“Good!
Well I better go; I've got people to yell at.” The Asian man
stood and waved, moving back to the reception desk to speak with the
nurse again.

“Oh,
Edward...wow that's so cool! Are you going to do it?”

“I
don't know...” Edward worried his thumb nail between his teeth.

“Edward
Elric.” Both him and Russell looked over at the nurse standing
in the middle of the room.

“Great,
now I can go home and sleep,” Edward stood and walked towards
the nurse.

-- To be continued --

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