Note: Riza is Liza, just because I wanted Mustang to call her Lizzy. Everybody has different ages than in the manga. AU.

I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist. this goes for all my other stories and chapters.

They really were over-reacting. Al was definitely not dead, Winry was definitely not hurt, and Granny was definitely not crazy. But try telling them that. And besides, what right did they have to barge into my house and tell me what to do? Granted, I was twelve at the time... And they were police officers... But still. At least the child services let Granny keep making my prosthetics.

In the accident that had taken my right arm and left leg, Al had gotten off worse. The investigators were convinced that he had been incinerated, but I knew better.

They shipped Winry off to her cousin's the next morning. Now it was my turn. I managed to convince them to put me in a private car on the train along with my dog so we could talk.

So Al and I were on our way to live with our twenty year old brother that we had never met. I already missed Winry and Granny, but Granny wasn't allowed to raise children again because of the incident. The one I caused.

"Dude, you're short!" was the first thing my new older brother said to me. This was going to suck. Big time.

-Edward Elric