WARNING: Yep. I'm posting it like this rather than *.rtf because, well, I felt like it Read this DISCLAIMER below, first, and enjoy DISCLAIMER: Full Metal Alchemist is property of Hiromu Arakawa/SquarEnix. I claim no rights to characters except original ones contained herein. This story cannot be taken as original concept/cannon to FMA created by SE. It's merely my idea of adding closure to the story's end as of the movie The Conquerer of Shambala. I found leaving no closure for Winry out in the cold very dissatisfying, so this is to clear up a few loose threads. This is written as a movie rather than a full season/chapter addition. On that note, SPOILERS >_>; Full Metal Alchemist: Fate, Alchemy, and Bridges The following are desensitized, edited miliary reports... Thick, black lines riddle the reports where sensitive material lies. The first has the black lines, primarily, scattered whereas the second has them, for the most part, clumped at the end. For ease of reading, black lines have been removed and flow restored. Report...General Roy Mustang, The Flame Alchemist Submitted by...Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye Concerning...Gate, Homunculi, Fuhrer King Bradley Due to the efforts of both General Roy Mustang and Full Metal, it was discovered that Fuhrer King Bradley was dead long before flames engulfed his mansion. This is possible because of the Forbidden Alchemy, Human Alchemy. Edward Elric, also known as The Full Metal Alchemist, discovered the existence of puppets, known as Homunculi, due to his research into both Human Alchemy and the Philosopher's Stone. The imposter thought to be Fuhrer King Bradley was actually the Homunculus Pride. General Roy Mustang is a hero! He should be immediately reinstated into the military! He has served -this- state with loyalty and dedication, even when Pride ordered war against the non-enemy tribe of Ishbal! He suffered deep, irreversible psychological scarring, and I witnessed it every single day I served under him. I witnessed it every time he sent the Elric brothers into situations he -knew- served the State! They are not traitors. They are the reason this State still exists! The third subject of this report is the Gate. It is believed that the Gate is a portal between two worlds. According to Edward Elric, Full Metal, the world connected through the Gate is one of divergent technology. It is a world where Alchemy never developed. It is a world where machines have been given flight. It is a world where what Alchemists are capable of is considered myth and magic. Flame has indicated that he destroyed our side of the gate and left it to the Elrics to destroy the other. It is impossible to know if Edward and Alphonse have been successful. Flame indicates that his task was completed. The level of infiltration within the military is absolutely scary. Not only was the Fuhrer a Homunculus, but his secretary was one known as Sloth. They were controlled by a one Dante, a woman believed to have lived for four-hundred years. Under her command were also Homunculi known as Lust, Gluttony, Envy, and Wrath. One known as Greed also appears to have been under the command of Dante, but such rumors cannot be confirmed. Lior and Ishbal, both, were victims of the greedy ambitions of Dante and the Homunculi. Report...General Roy Mustang, The Flame Alchemist Submitted by...Consulate Concerning...Reinstatement After reviewing Lieutenant Hawkeye's suggestion, it is our opinion that former General Roy Mustang should be reinstated as State Alchemist Flame. It is also our opinion that The Flame Alchemist has displayed a level of loyalty and dedication most befitting the new Fuhrer. We call for the immediate recall and promotion of General Roy Mustang to the rank of Fuhrer Roy Mustang. We also demand research into returning Edward and Alphonse Elric to this world. We cannot lose such heroes from this world. We have also heard rumors that the world beyond the Gate is one seeming much turmoil. We have also heard rumors that Uranium, a forbidden element, has been transported there. We fear what this element may do in the world and the repercussions in ours. ...............End Transmission Central. Ishbal. Lior. The list could go on, but all celebrate Roy Mustang, The Flame Alchemist's return as, not only a military officer, but Fuhrer! He still wears the eye-patch, a permanent reminder and scar of his battle with King Bradley, the Elrics' fight against the Homunculi, and his inability to recognize the ambitions of the fake Fuhrer before losing those kids. He still hasn't forgiven himself for destroying the Gate before finding a way to get Edward and Alphonse back to this side. He, most of all, hated to face Winry again. After he killed both her parents, now he's lost Full Metal and his brother. Still. He wears a smile and waves to the crowds gathered around. He isn't surprised to see Rose among the crowd, waving the hand of her son, but seeing Winry there brings true surprise to his face. Hawkeye and Armstrong smile as they see her. They are happy to see a true smile on her face, hope shining in her eyes, even after all this. She hasn't let go of hope. She hasn't let go of the possibility that her Ed will return to her and bring Al along with him. Mustang's smile turns into that smirk he's so famous for, and a few girls in the audience swoon...giving Hawkeye a headache. She so wants to shoot somebody right now! Still. She blushes as she eyes Mustang in the rear-view of the motorcade. She'd enjoy remaining his secretary. Ishbal has enjoyed a steady peace with Central and the Alchemists. They have differing belief systems, but they have rediscovered coexistence. The Ishbal tribesmen have even begun re-accepting those exiled for practicing the â€œdevil's artâ€, Alchemy. There's still a long road ahead, but, at least with Roy Mustang at the helm, there's room to stretch. The Ishbal leader grew to like the curious Full Metal. The Ishbal people even began to accept him as a brother, even if he was an Alchemist. Roy Mustang became a common thread, so there are Ishbal tribesman within even this audience in Central. Once the Fuhrer Introduction Parade is over, Mustang finds time to relax before the celebratory feast, in the alley near the building where it is to take place. There's somebody he needs to talk to. Rockbell. A name he has feared since killing two doctors in Ishbal by that name is one that he must now seek. He comes to a halt, however, as she comes running towards him, all grins as she waves her right arm in the air in eager greetings. â€œUh...? Hello Winry...â€ Roy uneasily states. Her wide grin quickly disperses quite a bit of his anxiety as he breaths a sigh of relief. â€œHello Roy!â€ Winry's obviously comfortable in using the new Fuhrer's familiar name. As she comes to a halt, she interlaces the fingers of each of her hands behind her back and leans forward, slightly. It's apparent to any watching, like Lieutenant Hawkeye in the shadows, that the young Rockbell is not nearly as uncertain of why she feels she respects Mustang as she once was. As she continues, even he begins to see that. â€œI know they're alive, and I know they have a great deal of respect for you. That's why they gave you such a difficult task.â€ Mustang smirks as he watches the young woman show her wisdom and maturity. It's no wonder Full Metal is so enamored with her. â€œYeah. It's hard to believe they're on the other side with no way to return.â€ Winry shakes her head with a smile and eyes closed. â€œNo... They'll be back.â€ She sounds so confident, so sure. There's no doubt, no question in her eyes. Knowing her, knowing her connection to the boys, even Mustang must admit that her hope is contagious. Hawkeye, even without being able to see Winry's eyes, can feel the light radiating from them. With a sigh, Mustang lowers his head and rolls his shoulders in surrender. â€œYou're strong, Winry.â€ Then Hawkeye reveals herself with a light clearing of her throat. She comes up behind Mustang and places a hand on his right shoulder. â€œSomebody has to be, for those boys. They need her, and you, to be strong for them!â€ With a chuckles, Mustang places his left hand on her right, now rested on his shoulder. This brings flush to her cheeks; though, she looks away to hide some of it. â€œYou're right. They'll find a way.â€ Winry smiles widely as she turns around, on her heels, and begins walking away...leaving Mustang and Hawkeye alone, in silence as she enters the building. They are surprised enough at her departure that they remain still for several, long moments. After several moments of silence, they realize that they are still standing there...alone...Mustang's hand on Hawkeye's on his shoulder... Faces flush with crimson, Mustang clears his throat as he moves both hands to straighten his suit before taking a few steps forward. He curses, inwardly, at how well Winry just played them. However, he smirks as he sighs and looks over his shoulder at Hawkeye. â€œComing?â€ is his simple question as he continues towards the celebration feast. â€œYes, sir!â€ she calls as she follows. Inside, Sheska bumrushes Winry only to hug her dear friend. Winry blinks at the warm embrace her friend has to offer. â€œOh Sheska, has it really been that long?â€ The eccentric librarian pulls away with tears in her eyes and nods with a â€œYes!â€ Winry giggles as she takes the girl by the hand and rushes a buffet table. â€œWell then! Let's eat!â€ Sheska is relieved to see her friend in such an eager mood, not worrying over the fate of the Elric brothers. About the time that the girls are beginning to fill their respective plates with various buffet items, Mustang and Hawkeye enter with a wide, loud swing of the entrance doors. The female Lieutenant follows closely behind the new Fuhrer. Both Winry and Sheska smile as they enter, and the room erupts in applause. The feast and festivities start with the approach of leaders from various nations, neighboring the State. Ishbal's leader also approaches, along with leaders of various areas within the State. Mustang's smile betrays his interest in peace. Hawkeye keeps a watch out for any guests who may think Flame not up to the task or his ideals to be too peaceful, in other words...assassins. She won't let anything happen to Fuhrer Roy Mustang, Flame Alchemist! Chapter 1 The Other Side of the Gate A boy with his blond hair tied in a ponytail, no older than ten or eleven years old, lays on a bed with his right leg crossed over his left knee, raised in the air. There's light music playing in the background, classical Beethoven, and the boy's right foot sways with the beat. It's apparent that a radio's putting out the tune. The window in the room is wide open, showing a lovely view of Paris, specifically the Eiffel Tower. â€œAl!â€ The sudden outburst from downstairs brings the boy, Alphonse, out of his daydream. He rolls over on the bed and looks towards the stairs as Edward's, whom Al now looks like a younger version of, head emerges from the horizon created by the stair coming up to the floor. â€œWhat is it, Ed?â€ â€œIt's time to go.â€ With a smile, Ed points downstairs with his thumb over his shoulder. â€œNoa's ready to leave, too.â€ Al smiles and nods his head as he jumps out of bed. It's time to leave Paris. There were no leads on the element they've been tracking down. They have no idea where that alchemist has gotten to, but they both know they have to get the Uranium before the war starts. Adolf Hitler, Fuhrer of the Third Reich, is already starting the second stage of his plan from behind bars. â€œHow much longer do you think we have, brother?â€ Ed heaves a sigh at his little brother's question. They'd seen the results of this next war through the eyes of the Gate. He still wishes he didn't have to destroy the Gate. He wants to see Winry, Den, Granny, Riza, Sheska, Rose, Ross, Breda, Havoc, Farman, Fuery, Armstrong, and even Mustang. He still has a score to settle with Psiren. The thoughts of all the friends they'd made and adventures they'd had finally brings a smile to his face as he answers. â€œI'd say a few more years, still.â€ Ed seems about ready to continue before he hears Noa, 'yelling' up the stairs, hurrying them along. â€œYou two coming?â€ Ed lets out a laugh as he turns around and starts heading downstairs, indicating for Al to follow. â€œCome on, Al! We mustn't keep the lady waiting. You know how Gypsies are.â€ Ed gives Al a wink as exactly what he expected to happen, well, happens! He's whapped over the head by a gingerly insulted Noa. Of course, it was mock insult at Ed's meaningless statement. She eyes him, nonetheless, as Al emerges from upstairs, shaking his head with his right hand over it. â€œYou just have to keep the sarcastic tongue, do you brother?â€ They all have a good laugh, at that, before making their way outside the house. The scene outside is a busy one, even for a late afternoon in Paris. There's a military parade today, a show of power. Perhaps it has something to do with the first World War. The Elrics know it was only the first, and they know the second is coming soon. They just can't say anything. They can't go around predicting the future. Al allows himself a moment to bask in the sun as Ed looks at the French military ride through town. He lets out a huff at this. â€œReminds me of Bradley's showmanship.â€ which, of course, Ed still hates. Noa, meanwhile, procures transportation out of the city and to their next destination. â€œYou know, brother. We've been traveling for a few months to get here to Paris... Why go back to Germany, now?â€ Even as his face still is directed towards the sun, Al makes sure to ask the question that's been bugging his mind. â€œBecause, Al, that's where rockets and jets have already been built, successful or not.â€ Ed looks at his younger brother as he straightens a few stray strands of hair. â€œI picked up a lead on some military stuff going on here in France, but these guys are too concerned with showing off and putting up a front to be housing the guy we're looking for.â€ Al quirks his brow at this. â€œThat may be true, brother, but every country on this planet would love to get their hands on his research.â€ Ed is about to respond, but he's interrupted by Noa...again. â€œEd! Al! It's time to go.â€ Passersby warily eye Noa and the Gypsies in the transport she just came from, even Ed and Al when they notice those two are traveling with. Al sighs as he notices this. â€œIt's the same story wherever we go... It's like we're Ishbalans walking through Central...â€ Though disheartened, Ed smiles as he pats his brother on the back. â€œAw! Don't looks so glum! Gypsy or Ishbal, they're great people.â€ Al smiles with a simple, â€œYou're right!â€ â€œHurry!â€ yells Noa as the Gypsies start to grow as anxious as the driver. Ed and Al's eyes go wide, a bit surprised, as they look at each other, embarrassed. They are in a hurry, and they're just wasting time chit-chatting. â€œComing!â€ they both call as they rush the transport. They hop in just as the driver hits the gas...and they're off towards Germany, once more. It'll be a long, several days in fact, drive north, but it'll be wroth it. The instant they are out of Paris, the Gypsies begin to sing and, in limited fashion, dance. However, amongst the revelry, a dark shadow looms overhead. Just over the clouds, a consciousness is keeping tabs on the Elrics. One they had thought dead, consumed in an alchemic reaction, still lurks...a resentment that will not die with them in this world. Edward looks to the sky as he feels something... To him, it feels...dark...and it smells of blood. One word is whispered, barely escaping his lips. â€œHohenheim?â€ â€œBrother? Did you say something?â€ Al looks to his brother with concern. He heard a noise, but he couldn't make out what was said. â€œIt's nothing, Al...â€ Even as Ed says this, he seems distracted. He looks to the sky, as if trying to see past the cloudy cover.