Firefly

Thanks to Lynn for the review *hands out cake*. I've made the changes to the summary but it seemed to get rid of my warnings. If someone can help me put the warnings back up that would be great. *blushes* I'm new at this. Hopefully the summary is better now. For now the warnings are: slash, anal, HJ, oral, rim, and anything else that I may have forgotten.

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He had only been in Loir for a few days when everything fell apart. He was sitting in a small café eating lunch when he first heard the gunfire. He stood up and ran out, his mind clicking onto autopilot as he took in the scene before him. So much for his first solo mission going smoothly. Al was going to kill him when he got back to Central.

The square was filled with men, women, and children, all screaming and running from the group of rebels that had appeared in their midst and had begun firing their guns, not caring whom they hit or killed. The sound of clapping could not be heard over the din that had filled the town’s square, but the nearly blinding flashes of blue light and the sizzling bolts of lightning that tore the air around the small blond caught the attention of the rebels.

Hands covered by white gloves were slammed against the ground and unbelievable power raced from the teen, rising up a stone wall that separated the rebels from the innocent towns people. The blond grinned crookedly at the rebels and clapped his hands together again. This time instead of a rock wall appearing a sword came into existence in the boy’s hand.

The rebels looked at each other before returning their attention back to the red and black clad kid who was running towards them, a shit eating grin on his face. They aimed their guns at the advancing teen and began to fire. Bullets tore through the air towards the boy and miraculously none seemed to hit him. Suddenly the rebels found the small teen in their midst his blade cutting through clothes and skin as easily as a hot knife through butter. Their screams caught in their throats as they died, and as soon as the fight had begun it was over.

The blond stood in the middle of the carnage that he had wrought panting heavily, his ears straining to hear for more trouble. He caught the sound of more gunfire and he spun away heading in the direction of more fighting. As he rounded the corner the blond came upon a second group of rebels. They had surrounded a single man, who was tall and pale with long black hair that hung to a slim waist. He was dressed in all black and his face was slack with terror. The men were laughing and making rude comments.

The blond felt rage well up in him, adding its strength to the adrenalin that was already flooding his body. For some reason that terrified young man reminded him of his younger brother, he ran towards the group his sword held in front of him and ready to be used. He sliced his way into the center of the men. He reached out his free hand to the terrified man forcing him to his knees so that the blond towered over him and making him a smaller target.

The teen swung his sword slicing through metal, flesh, and bone. When the last of the rebels had been dealt with and the blond found no one else threatening him or the man that he had saved he sighed. A bright flash of blue light made the man wince and the teen smiled down at him. He held out a hand to the man and pulled him to his feet. He was about to say something when a movement from behind them caught his eye. Gold eyes widened in surprise as a rebel that had escaped his notice raised his gun and pulled the trigger, firing off several round before running away. The blond, his mind still on autopilot spun the other man around and curled his own body around the other protectively.

The man watched as the boy’s stunningly beautiful gold eyes went wide as the bullets slammed into him, knocking him from his feet and into the other’s arms. The blond looked up into impossibly green eyes that were slit like a cats and he watched as the man’s lips moved a slight smile on his beautiful face, but he couldn’t hear anything, and all he could think of as he slipped into the darkness was: ‘Al’s going to kill me’


D wasn’t sure when things had gone wrong; he just knew that they had. The Elf watched as men, women, and children began to scream, desperately trying to escape the rebel groups that had invaded their quiet town. In short order he found himself surrounded by a group of said rebels, their sweat that covered their dirty clothes making D gag. A slim blade appeared in D’s hand as the men poked and prodded him with the ends of their guns. They were laughing and making crude comments that would have made D blush under other circumstances. The Elf would occasionally lash out with the knife, managing to keep his attackers at bay and his terror under a somewhat manageable control.

Then to his complete and utter astonishment a small figure dressed in red and black and with a long blond braid, the tips of the boy’s bangs tinged red from the blood splashed across his face, was beside him. The boy reached out to him with one hand and forced him down, in the other hand the boy held a dull gray sword. D complied with his savior and kneeled down covering his head with his hands. He listened to the distinct sounds of a sharp edge cutting into metal and flesh as the rebels that had been accosting him died at the hands of a boy. And D was sure that it was a boy, no older than sixteen summers at the most, and the Elf wondered what kind of world this was that trained boys to kill at such an early age.

He looked up as a bright flash of blue light went off in his face and he winced from the brightness. The sword was gone from the boy’s hand, the same hand that was now stretched out for D to take. Without a second thought the Elf took the offered hand and allowed him to be pulled up as the boy smiled at him. D looked down at the boy, who stood about a foot shorter then him and he was sure that the boy was about to say something when the bright gold eyes slipped off of him and looked at something behind them.

D was stunned when the boy spun them both around so that their positions were changed and he watched as the gold eyes widened in surprise and pain. The boy stumbled into D’s arms and the Elf watched as blood bloomed across the red jacket, turning the bright material dark. “Oh what a wonderful and silly creature you are,” D said with a slight smile as the boy in his arms fell unconscious.

He swept the boy up into his arms and pressed his lips to the boy’s forehead. He murmured a single word against the smooth skin and as the power flowed through the small frame it stopped the bleeding, but D knew that the boy could still die. The Elf ran through the streets ignoring the fighting that had broken out all around him. After several minutes of running the Elf found himself outside of town and turning into an empty field. As he neared the center he slowed to a walk and then stopped as the air before him shimmered and a sleek silver and black ship came into view.

D watched as a door slid open and a second tall Elf stepped out. “Where the hell have you been D?” the Elf nearly yelled and then stopped short when he realized that D held a small form in his arms.

“Please Brother,” he said to the other. “He saved my life, not once but twice. The least we could do is save his.”

“Absolutely not,” the other said. “But that damn thing down and get on board. We’re leaving.”

“No Gewndell,” D said standing his ground. “I will not let him die. He’s just a child.”

The other Elf raised a single eyebrow at his brother. D very rarely used his full name; usually it was used when D was pissed at him for something. He frowned when the form in his brother’s arms stirred. D looked down and smiled softly. He then looked back at Gwen and said, “Please?”

Gwen sighed and said. “Get on board, we’re leaving.”

D smiled at his older brother and raced on board with his precious burden.


From the moment that he was shot he believed that he was going to die. He slipped in and out of conciseness trying to make some sense of his surroundings. The first time he woke up was to the sound of someone saying the word ‘Brother’. At first he thought that it was his own brother calling him, but as he opened liquid gold eyes he found himself looking into green. As the man began to move again the blond teen slipped back into the blackness.

The second time he woke up he found himself in a bed covered by a blanket. As he laid there he realized that he wasn’t wearing anything but at the moment he didn’t care. He hurt everywhere. He rolled his head to one side and found two men standing not far off talking about him.

“He’s young Captain,” one said. “No older than sixteen yet he’s covered in scars. Some are a few years old. The oldest being the ones where flesh meets metal. And that’s another thing Sir. I’ve never seen metal limbs like that before. D said that the boy’s movements were fluid, like he didn’t have any prosthetic limbs.”

The teen sighed giving into the pain and slipped back into unconsciousness once more. When he forced his golden eyes open for a third time he found himself looking into the smiling face of the man that he had saved. The man leaned on the bed that the teen occupied and threaded his long fingers into the blond hair. He watched in fascination as the golden strands slipped through his fingers. “Are you going to stay awake this time Little One?” he asked.

The teen felt himself twitch in anger at being called little. “Who,” he rasped out, “are calling so little that a bed bug could squish him under its feet?”

The man laughed in delight and then frowned in concern when the boy began to cough. “Shhh Little One,” he murmured trying to calm the thrashing teen by resting his hand on the boy’s forehead.

D leaned down and placed his lips next to the boy’s ear. “My name is D,” he said. “I need you to get better so I can thank you properly for saving me.” He kissed the boy’s ear and smiled again as the small form shivered. D pulled back and watched as eyelids fluttered down over gold eyes once more.

When he woke up for the fourth time since being shot the boy realized that this time he wasn’t going to fall back into the healing blackness that he had been wrapped in. He sat up and threw the blankets off and swung his legs over the side of his bed. When he hopped off he nearly fell to the floor. He looked down at his left leg with wide eyes realizing that the leg stopped at mid-thigh. The teen looked over at his right arm and found that it to was missing as well. “Shit!” the blond swore.

He looked around him but saw that his missing limbs where no where to be found and that he was alone. He swore again and hopped over to what he hoped was a locker. When he opened the door he found several pairs of loose pants and tank tops. He smiled slightly when he saw that they were black. He pulled on the smallest set that he could find and tied up the empty leg so that he wouldn’t trip on it while he made his way around trying to find his missing limbs.

The teen hopped over to the door and stared at it for a moment realizing that there was no door knob. He frowned and wishing that he had something to write with. If he did he could just use alchemy to open the damn thing and be done with it. He looked over his shoulder at the large empty room hating the fact that he was going to have to try and find something to write with. “How else am I going to open this damn door?” he asked out loud.

“You can place your hand on the plate,” a voice said from behind him.

The boy spun around, nearly losing his balance. But no one was there. “W…who said that?” he stammered.

“I did,” the voice said again, but the blond saw no one.
He frowned. “Who are you…where are you?” he asked.

The voice laughed and the boy thought that it sounded slightly tinny like when his brother had been soul bound to the suit of armor. “I am called Mother,” the voice said and the boy realized that the voice seemed to be coming from everywhere at once. “I am everywhere. I am this ship’s mind, its soul.”

“Well then Mother,” the boy said, “you can call me Ed. Now can you tell me where the hell my limbs are? Or some one who would know?”

“Of course Ed,” the ship replied. Ed flinched when the door slid open and Mother said, “I will direct you.” Ed nodded and hopped out of the room.

It took him nearly fifteen minutes to reach his destination. By that time he was panting heavily and his right leg was wobbly from the strain of bearing his entire body weight. He leaned against the wall for a moment to catch his breath before he asked, “Is this it?”

“Yes,” Mother answered and opened the door for Ed.

He hopped into the room and then leaned against the door when it was closed. He found himself in a large room filled with various pieces of furniture and one wall was filled by windows. He let his eyes roam over the several faces that had turned his way when the door had opened. They were all men, all tall, and all pale with hair ranging from short to long, white to black, and eyes going in color from pale blue to impossible black. The man that he had saved suddenly stood up from where he had been curled and clapped his hands in excitement. Ed flinched at the sound and cringed, a movement that didn’t go unnoticed by some of the others in the room. When nothing happened Ed let out a breath that he had been holding. “Oh!” the man that had said his name was D breathed. “You’re awake!”

The blond boy pushed himself off of the door and took several hops into the room. “Who the hell are you? Where the hell am I? And more importantly where the bloody hell are my limbs?!?” Ed asked with each questions growing in volume until the last one was nearly shouted.


Back in Loir the rebellion had been put down by the military before it could even begin. General Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist, was glad that they were able to prevent the situation for evolving into a full blown war. But now he had to face his greatest challenge to date. He had to face Alphonse Elric, the Soul Alchemist, and tell him that they couldn’t locate his beloved brother, Edward Elric, the Full Metal Alchemist, who had been on his first solo assignment. Roy sighed and pushed his hand through his short black hair. He was not looking forward to facing the younger Elric’s wrath which was truly something to behold.

Roy looked up as his door swung open with enough force that it hit the wall, the door knob making a circular dent in the wall. And there stood Alphonse Elric. Even though the boy was the younger of the Elric brothers he was the tallest, and like his older brother he wore his light brown hair long and pulled back into either a pony tail or a thick braid. He was dressed in a pair of brown slacks, and white dress shirt and a vest that matched his pants. “What the hell happened Mustang?” the boy yelled as he walked into the General’s office, slamming the door behind him.

Roy raised one eyebrow. In his fury it seemed that the mild mannered Alphonse also adopted his brother’s fondness for swearing. “Alphonse,” Roy said softly, “Please calm down. We don’t have all the reports in yet, but it appears that the rebels made an attack on the town where Full Metal was at. The military was able to put the rebels down before any real damage was done. I have already been informed that several people remember seeing Full Metal. That he even helped fight against the rebels, but as of right now no one can seem to locate him.”

Hands slammed down on his desk making Mustang push back slightly in surprise. “What the hell do you mean by ‘can’t seem to locate him’?” Alphonse hissed.

Mustang swallowed nervously. “As of right now,” he said slowly, “Edward Elric can not be found among the living, nor is he among the dead. It’s as if he just disappeared.”

The young alchemist stared at the general for a long moment. So long that Roy began to fidget under the intense stare. “You promised,” Al whispered. “You said that he would be safe, that there was no need for me to go with him. That this mission was a simple job of gathering information, you promised that nothing would happen to him. He trusted you! I trusted you!”

Alphonse spun on his heel and ran from the office. Mustang sprang from his seat and ran after him only to be stopped by Hawkeye. “Let him go for now Sir,” she said with her hand on his arm. “I’ll have Hughes go talk to him in a few minutes.”

Roy nodded at the woman before looking over at his best friend. The man in question nodded slightly and watched as the general walked back into his office and closed the door with a soft click. He silently prayed that they found Edward alive, for all their sakes.


Several pairs of eyes blinked slowly at Ed as he stood there, his anger slowly building. His gold eyes focused on one man with blond hair and blue eyes when he spoke, “What are doing out of bed? You shouldn’t be up.”

“Who the fuck cares what I’m doing!?” the boy shouted. “Where the fuck are my limbs?! Give them back and I’ll think about not transmuting the lot of you into soft fuzzy animals that make for great target practice!”

Ed watched as a second man stood up after looking at his companions. He watched as the man reached up and tapped his left shoulder. “Sir,” he said, “the boy that D brought on board in awake and in the rec room with us. He’s requesting his limbs Sir.”

The man was silent for a moment and then said, “Understood Sir.” To Ed the man said, “You’re limbs are on the way. Please sit down.”

Ed narrowed his eyes slightly but hopped over to a near by chair. He sat there muttering about idiots that removed things that they shouldn’t. He watched the men as they watched him, the one called D bounced slightly in his chair in obvious excitement. Several minutes later the door swished open and two more men walked in, one carrying the automail limbs. Ed sighed in relief to see that they looked unharmed and then said, “Set them on the floor.”

The man that was carrying the limbs did as he was told and then stepped back with the others. They watched as the boy picked up the leg and examined it closely. Finding nothing wrong he set it back down and then untied the nearly empty pant leg and pushed it up. “My name is Rio,” one of the new arrivals said. “I’m the captain of the ship. Who are you?”

Ed sighed and said, “I wish you hadn’t removed these. It’s going to be a pain in the ass to get them back on and once they are back on I am going to be in one hell of a bad mood.”

Rio looked over at his companions and then back to the boy who was staring intently at his leg, the limb standing in front of him. They watched as he stood up and positioned the metal port over the limb. “I’m sorry but who are you?”

Ed looked up at Rio with annoyed gold eyes. “I heard you the first time,” the boy said. “I need you to shut up and not to ask me annoying questions. I also don’t want anyone touching me. Even when I scream don’t touch me. This is going to be bad enough and I don’t want some stupid stranger putting his hands all over me. Understood?”

The men just looked at Ed in confusion. The teen sighed and said, “Tell you what…after I get this all done why don’t we play twenty questions? I’m sure you have plenty that you want to ask me and I know I have a lot to ask you. But I’d rather wait until I’m fully functional before I answer any questions. Deal?”

Rio nodded and watched as the blond heaved in a deep breath and then slammed his leg onto the metal limb. The inhaled breath was released in an agonizing scream and they watched as the boy fell to the floor writhing in pain. D jumped up from his seat and was about to run over to the teen when he was stopped by his brother. D looked at Gwen and then back at the boy who was repeatedly slamming his fist into the floor. Slowly Ed sat up and leaned his back against the chair. They watched as he picked up the metal arm and tapped the fingers against his forehead. “Oh how I fucking hate this!” he hissed as a pain filled sob escaped him. He inhaled again and then slammed the arm back into place.

He screamed again and toppled over where he laid, panting heavily and sobbing at the same time. After several minutes the blond stirred and sat up. Carefully he flexed his metal arm bending the joints to make sure that they were all working. He repeated the process with his leg and then finally stood up. The others watched as the boy bounced lightly on his feet and then scrubbed the tears from his face with the back of his flesh hand and hiccupped once. “Edward Elric,” the boy said.

“Sorry?” Rio asked.

The teen sat his hands on his hips and tilted his head to one side his bangs falling over gold eyes. He puffed his cheeks out in annoyance and said slowly, “My name is Edward Elric, but call me Ed everyone else does, except for Mustang. He always calls me Full Metal, and Al, he almost never calls me Edward, or Ed for that matter, he only uses my name when I’m in trouble, which tends to be often.”

“I’m…” Rios started to say but was cut off by the teenager.

“Rio, the captain of this ship,” the teenager said as he cut the man off. “You said that already.” The blond pointed at D and said, “That’s D, and I remember the blond when I was feeling under the weather. He was talking to you about me but I don’t know his name.”

Rio nodded and said, “His name is Matthius he’s the ship’s doctor.”

Ed cut him off again as he placed his hands behind his head. “That makes since,” he said.

“Uh, what does?” Rio asked.

“Mother said she was the ship’s soul. It makes since that she has someone to look after her. I remember the damn upkeep on Al’s armor was a pain in the ass. I can’t imagine what it’s like to maintain an entire ship,” Ed said and then he paused as he frowned. “But why haven’t you tried to transmute her back? Are you looking for a Stone? If so I can help. We found one, course we used it, but I’m sure there’s another one around somewhere.”

“He’s not the ship’s doctor,” Rio said slowly, “he’s our doctor. We have a mechanical engineer that keeps the ship in working order.” Rio pointed to the man that had walked in with him. “His name is Shae.”

Ed grinned sheepishly as said, “Oh. Yeah, mechanic actually makes more since then a regular doctor. I have a mechanic to. Winry is one of the best automail mechanics ever. She’s the one that keeps my limbs in working order. Course she’s also the one that gives me a rash of shit when ever I need to get them replaced but that’s because I’ve destroyed them.”

“Right,” Rio said and then waved at the last two men in the room. “This is Gwendell, my second is command and D’s brother. Most of the time we call him Gwen, and the other is Oron, he’s our main pilot.”

Rio was about to say something else when he realized that he no longer had Ed’s attention. They watched as the teen dropped his arms to his side and slowly walked over the set of windows. They watched as he pressed his hands and face to the cool transparent material and stared out and the vast star filled blackness. “Where…?” Ed asked softly.

Rio sighed and said, “You’re in space.”

“Space?” Ed echoed just as softly. “Like above the planet?”

“No,” Rio answered. “Your planet is about ten light years behind us.”

“What’s a light year?”

“A light year is a term that we use to describe distance when in space. A light year is the distance light travels in vacuum in one year,” Gwen said.

“Is there an equation for it?”

Gwen rattled off the equation and Ed started to laugh. “It’s all so amazing,” the boy said in awe. “To think that this is actually possible is really mind blowing. The amount of force that’s needed to break free from a planet’s gravity is enormous and not to mention the amount of fuel it would take to do that. How long was I out?”

The shift in conversation threw the crew off for a moment but D answered, “Almost a week.”

Ed continued to stare out the window. “How much fuel does Mother consume to travel so fast so far? I mean this is a small ship, at least smaller then some of the air ships that I’ve seen and those use up a shit load of fuel and they don’t move as fast as Mother or go as high as she does.”

Shae was about to answer the teen when he suddenly spun around his gold eyes wide. “I’m nearly sixty trillion miles from my home!” he breathed, the others looked at one another a shocked look on their faces. Did the boy just calculate that in his head? They watched as the boy cradled his head in his hands and slid down until he was sitting on the floor with his knees drawn up so that he could rest his forehead on top of his knees.

He moaned softly and both D and Matthius rushed over. They kneeled next to him and as D stroked the boy’s blond hair and Matthius asked, “Are you ok? Are you in pain?”

Ed shook his head as he unconsciously leaned into D’s gentle touch. “The pain is nothing since I’ve been through worse. It’s just that Al’s going to kill me when I get back,” Ed said. He laughed then and continued, “He’s not only going to kill me, but he’s going to transmute me and then kill me again.”

“You keep saying that,” Rio said. “What do you mean by transmute?”

Ed looked at the captain and said, “Your eyes are slit like a cat’s and you have pointed ears, yet you look human, just a little more exotic. Are you chimeras?”

D laughed softly and said, “No Little One we’re not chimeras, we’re Elves.”

Ed looked over at D. “Elves?” he echoed not responding to the nickname that D seemed to have graced him with.

Both D and Matthius pulled the teen to his feet as the doctor said, “That’s enough questions for both sides. You need to get some rest since you’re body is still healing.”

Ed nodded and let himself be led out of the rec room and back to the bed that he had spent the last week in. “You’ll have to spend one more night here,” Matthius said. “Tomorrow we can move you into a more comfortable room than what sick bay can offer.”

D, who had helped the doctor take Ed back to sick bay suddenly spoke up, “Oh he can stay with me! I have that extra room.”

Matthius smiled and shook his head. “I don’t think that Ed wants a room mate D,” he said.

The teen in question shrugged his shoulder. “That’s ok,” he said as they helped him onto the bed. “I don’t mind staying with him if he has the room. I’ve never been alone before. I’ve always had my brother with me. We have very rarely been separated so I wouldn’t mind the company of another body.”

Matthius nodded and said, “I’ll talk to the captain about it. Until then get some rest.”

Ed watched as the doctor patted him on the shoulder and then headed out of the room leaving him alone with D. The green eyed Elf leaned over resting his elbows on the bed and his chin in his hands as he watched Ed with a small smile.

Ed blushed after a moment under the intense look. “What?” he asked slightly annoyed.

D shrugged and reached over to twist one finger around a gold lock of hair. “I’m just thinking Little One,” D purred softly, “about how I’m going to thank you for saving me. I want you to know just how much I appreciate what you did for me.” D leaned forward suddenly and pressed a kiss to Ed’s cheek before pushing himself away from the bed to stand up. He smiled again at the teen and gave him a small wave as he skipped out the door leaving Ed alone.
“What just happened?” Ed asked out loud to the empty room as he tried to slow his racing heart.

“It seems that D has a bit of a crush on you,” Mother answered.

“What?!” Ed shouted.

The air around Ed seemed to shiver as the disembodied voice laughed. “It’s not surprising really,” she said after a moment. “D has exotic and exquisite tastes in the men that he takes as lovers and to him you are both exotic and exquisite. After all you are very pretty to look at.”

Ed blushed deeply at what Mother had just said and pulled the covers up over his head so that he could hide. He fell asleep with the covers over his head and Mother laughing softly in his ear.

That was how Rio and Matthius found Ed the next morning. They looked at each other and then over at the bed where was a small lump was curled in the very center of the bed. They could see some strands of long blond hair hanging over the edge but other then that they couldn’t see anything of the teenager that they had picked up.

Matthius walked over to the bed and pulled the blanket back so that they could see the sleeping boy. What they shocked them. Ed had curled himself up into a tight ball and had one hand tightly grasping the blanket. Sweat glossed his skin and he looked to be in pain. The boy mumbled something and the doctor leaned closer so that he could hear.

When he straightened back up he was smiling. “He’s having a nightmare,” Matthius said.

Rio frowned. “What could a kid his age be having nightmares about?” he asked.

Matthius shrugged. “D said that he killed the men that were harassing him,” the other answered. “Maybe that was his first time killing.”

The sound of their voices slowly woke Ed up and he watched the two with bright golden eyes. “This is starting to become a habit for you two,” Ed said alerting them to the fact that he was awake. They watched as the boy uncurled, looking like a large cat, and stretched. He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed and placed his hands behind him for support.

“I wasn’t dreaming about the men I killed,” he said after a moment. “Surprisingly that doesn’t bother me. Not even the first time I killed. No I was dreaming about something a lot worse, something a lot nastier. Something that should never have happened.”

“What was it?” Rio asked.

“Equivalent Exchange,” the boy replied and hopped off the bed.