A/N: This is my first attempt at a multi-chapter Fullmetal Alchemist fic. This story was inspired by a book called Secret Daughter. I forget the name of the author, but it was a really good book.

Disclaimer: I don't own FMA, only the OCs.

The rain fell in blinding sheets. Everyone hurried inside, huddled underneath coats, bags, umbrellas, anything that would keep their heads relatively dry. However, one raven-haired man didn't take much notice of the rain as he dashed towards the train station. His hair stuck to his face and the rain mixed with tears that steadily streamed from his eyes. Something was hidden beneath his heavy trench coat and he held it close to his body. When he came to the station, he looked up, his dark eyes scanning the crowd for someone.

"Over here!" he heard someone call.

The man turned towards the voice, surprised that he could hear over the roar of the rain. A young couple stood underneath the canopy beside the train tracks. The husband was waving at him. The man hurried over and fought to catch his breath.

"About time," the light-haired man said. "Sheesh, you're soaked. Why didn't you bring an umbrella?"

The dark-haired man knelt down and pulled back his coat. Inside and nestled comfortably in his arms was a small girl. Her black hair fell over her eyes. She began to wake up when she felt cold. Her pitch black eyes looked up.

"Daddy?" she asked. "Where are we?" The girl looked around. "And, where's Mommy?"

"We're at the train station," her father answered, his voice shaking. "And, Mommy couldn't come."

The girl blinked in confusion. "Why not?"

The train whistle blew. The second man placed a hand on his friend's shoulder.

"Roy, we have to go," he urged.

The girl's eyes widened in fear. "Go where? What about Mommy?" she asked.

Roy set his daughter down and gave her a hug. He didn't try to stop the tears from flowing.

"Daddy, what's going on?" the girl asked, hearing her father sob. "Why is it raining? You don't like the rain."

Roy held his daughter out at arm's length. He wanted to offer her a smile, but it was too painful. "You have to go away for a while," he tried to explain.

"Why?" the girl almost screamed. She threw herself into Roy's arms and refused to let go. "No! I don't want to go! Not without you and Mommy."

"Liz, you have to," Roy insisted.

"Why?" Liz screamed, tears overflowing from her eyes.

The whistle blew again.

"Roy."

Roy finally managed to detach Liz's arms from his neck. "Here," he said, taking off his wet gloves. "Take these with you." He pressed them into Liz's small hands. "Daddy loves you. Always remember that. Okay?"

Liz looked down at the transmutation circles that were woven into the soft, white fabric of her father's ignition gloves. She sniffed and nodded.

"I love you, too, Daddy," she said.

Roy hung his head. "Go," he whispered.

The young man picked Liz up in his arms, grabbed his bag and hurried on to the train.

"Daddy!" Liz began to scream. "Daddy!"

The screams were drowned out by the whistle. The train pulled out of the station. Roy buried his face in his hands and cried in anguish as it took his beloved daughter away from him.

Let me know what you think. Should I continue? And, flames are as useless as Mustang on a rainy day.