Got bored, added more, been long, same old song

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As they made the drive towards Central City the car was completely silent. All one could hear was the hum of the engine and the clearing of Mustang's throat. He was a physiatrist, yes, but he never treated children before; being a military physiatrist, the clientele was very limited and specific. However, since the boys' father had been part of the military for a short time, the military by law had to provide the service. Mustang decided to give it a shot. He opened his mouth to speak when-

"She's abandoning us..." Ed nearly whispered.

Mustang hesitated before answering.

"It is not like that Edward. Ms. Pinako just doesn't know how to help you. She wants what's best for you."

"Bullshit" Edward replied.

Just as quickly as Ed had uttered the word Hawkeye slammed on the brakes. Luckily the road they were traveling on was empty save for them, or the car behind them would have crashed into theirs. Hawkeye swiftly turned around, looked Ed in the eyes, and told him,

"You watch your language"

Edward was ready to retort, but he looked into her eyes and decided it was best not to.

Hawkeye started the car once again and continued down the road, still 20 minutes away from Central. The car returned to silence, and Mustang became unsettled once again.

He tried once more to break the silence,

"Edward, how old are you?"

"How old are you old man?"

Mustang's forehead throbbed in frustration,

"I do not think that my age is any of your business"

"And I don't think MY age is any of YOUR business!"

"It is my business! Because MY business is to be YOU'RE physiatrist. IF you even know what that word means!"

"I DO know what that word means! And I also know that I don't need you! In fact, I don't need any kind of shrink!"

"Are you blind or just stupid! You just attacked your caregiver, the only person you had, and you want to tell me that you don't need help? Now THAT is bullshit!"

Riza interupted, "Sir, I suggest you watch your language before I shoot out your tongue"

Mustang listened to the suggestion, and silenced himself completely. He glanced through the rearview mirror, he saw Al with a distressed look on his face, and Ed with his head down. He said nothing. Instead he internalized the event. He knew right away he had been too harsh. Too bold, too mean, too...grown up. He sighed, about to apologize, or at least try to, when Edward once again spoke first,

"Where did you take our mother?"

Mustang knew the answer, but was unsure if he should tell him. After a long pause he decided the truth would be best.

"She is an asylum, or uh...in other words a-"

"A crazy house"

"...yes, I guess you could say that..."

"Are you taking us back to her, to Mom?"

At this statement, as if struck by lightning, Alphonse began to scream. He screamed harshly and loudly, without any sign of stopping. The scream was so intense that Riza had to pull over. Edward tried to calm him, but the sight of Edward's, metal limb only escalated the sound. Riza exited the car quickly, with Mustang following behind her, until they got to the side of the vehicle where Alphonse sat screaming. Riza removed him, and all she could think to do was embrace him. She held him tight, and whispered in his ear. She did this for a good ten minutes until Al fell asleep. Roy just stood there, hoping that Scar could handle this, as well as looking at Edward, watching his helpless and painful reaction to his brother's breakdown. Mustang remembered what had set the whole thing off, and answered Edward's question.

"We are not taking you back to your mother. We are going to take you to a Central group home until we can find you a suitable home."

"So you are taking us to an orphanage?"

Mustang had to tell him both the good and bad news.

"It is not an orphanage...and your brother is not going with you."

"What?" Edward all but screamed, "Why not!"

"He is not in the state to be put in with all the children and chaos of the group home. He has to go to an asylum"

Before anything else could be said Edward jumped from the car and pounced onto Mustang.

Riza cried out, "Sir!"

"YOU CANNOT TAKE HIM THERE! SHE'LL KILL HIM! I WON'T LET YOU TAKE HIM"

With this Edward began to hit Mustang with his fists. Mustang had fallen to the ground from the weight of Ed, and he was hit harshly in the chest with Ed's automail, before he was able to restrain him.

"Edward stop! Al is going to be in a different facility altogether. Your mother will not be there."

Ed was screaming and sobbing loudly, and seemed unaffected by Mustang's words.

"EDWARD!"

Ed, shocked by the scream, stopped and looked up at Mustang.

"There are two facilities in Central. They will not be in the same building...I promise"

Ed had no response. He was drained both emotionally and psychically, due to the fact that he had still not recovered from his surgery. Both boys were led back into the car and Riza and Roy exchanged a look before getting into the car. As they continued driving, and even after they thought Edward was asleep, they heard him whisper,

"If anything happens to him...I'll kill you..."

Despite his age, strangely enough, Roy believed him.