Hello everyone! This idea was a little random, I do have a plan of where the story's going but I need some input… Should I continue this story or start a new one?

Please review and let me know if I should continue ;)

Varishi x

Scrambled Memories

Ed opened his eyes weakly. He had no memory of why they had been closed in the first place. But as he completed a quick sweeping glance at his surroundings he knew for a fact that he was no longer in Lieutenant Colonel Hughes' house anymore. Now he was in a white room, with a familiar beeping noise frequenting the background noise annoyingly. He turned his head to the side, quickly discovering that everything was stiff. He wasn't alone in the room, he could hear murmuring, but the voices sounded far away and he couldn't tune in to what they were saying. He felt cold fingers tilt his head upright again and flash a bright light in and out of his eyes, he mentally confirmed his location. He was in a hospital.

As he squeezed his eyelids together and opened them back out again, Ed felt the murkiness which had previously clouded his consciousness clear a little. The people, whom Ed had placed to be doctors, left the room; leaving an unsettling silence in their wake. That is, until a loud clanking noise cut through the stillness. The loud noise of metal crashing against metal as a large suit of armour moved closer to his side, a suit of armour Ed knew was his younger brother Alphonse. A smile touched his lips, knowing there was at least one thing about his whole situation that he recognised and that he knew he could trust.

"Brother?" Alphonse asked softly. His metallic voice ringing through the suit of armour, originating from the blood seal smeared inside. Ed's consciousness continued to clear steadily as his constant nattering questions in his mind chased away that murkiness which prevented him from learning the answers. How did I get here? How long have I been here? Why am I here? Am I even in Central anymore?

Finally, almost ceremoniously, Ed managed to drag himself up into a sitting position. Gritting his teeth, Ed discovered a sharp pain in his abdomen and left shoulder. Al stepped forward with his arms outstretched, as though silently wishing he had just remained lying down. But Ed adjusted the hospital bed so that it was in a sitting position and relaxed against the pillows, for the time being anyway – and for now that was good enough for Alphonse.

"Hey Al," Ed began, the words came out scratchy and he had to cough to be sure his next words would be more audible, "Are you okay?" Almost as soon as the last word had gotten out, Al let a concerned noise escape his armour. It was the only way, after all, for Al to express both his worry and his relief. Al dragged a sturdy looking chair over to Ed's bedside and sat down, staring into his older brother's tired eyes. Al had been staring at his brother's sleeping form for three days now, watching every laboured breath. He had refused to leave Ed's side for a moment, just in case there was a possibility that he might wake up.

"I'm fine, brother." Al whispered, emotion straining his voice. He looked down and let out a nervous chuckle before connecting his eyes with Ed's again, "Would it be a stupid question to ask how you're doing?"

"Not at all! I'm just fine, Al. You'll see I'll be back out there in no time!" Ed said energetically. Well, 'energetically' was what he had intended, but he still sounded exhausted. But still, Alphonse found it a relief to see his brother speaking, with some colour in his cheeks. After all, the younger brother had no idea what had happened to his sibling. He hadn't known what kind of fight Ed must have gotten into to sustain the injuries that he had. Two stab wounds to the abdomen and left shoulder, one trauma to the head and bruising pretty much everywhere else. Although Al didn't want to make Ed worry about the details right now, he sure wanted to know who did this to him.

"Do you… Do you remember anything?" Al asked; his curiosity and concern getting the better of him. If he had a heart, Al's would have sunk as he watched his brother turn his head away as though embarrassed and subtly shake his head. Ed met his younger brother's eyes once more and frowned, the same pose he always used when he was in deep thought. He blinked a few times whilst probing his memories for a trace, a clue, or any sign that might lead to the discovery of what exactly had happened to him. But he came up short.

"I don't remember anything. We were staying the night at the Hughes' and then nothing." Ed replied uncomfortably. As he looked for any sort of body language that might give him an idea of what his younger brother was thinking, the blonde suddenly remembered his own question he wanted to ask, "Are we still in Central?"

"You don't remember that either, huh?" Al mused to himself, trying to piece together where his brother's memories stopped, "We're still in Central, brother. You're in a military hospital."

"A military hospital, eh?" Ed repeated to himself. Al jumped in shock as an angry look passed his brother's face as he brought his hands up to his head and started shouting in irritation, "Why can't I remember!? What's going on here, Alphonse?" Shortly after the sudden movement, Ed grabbed at his stomach where his wound was and winced in pain. Al stood up and pushed the blonde back against his pillows and gave him a stern look, Ed scowled at his younger brother and crossed his arms across his chest; shivering at the cold metal of his automail arm.

"Listen, I have to go and call the Colonel to let him know you're awake. So just take it easy and I'll be right back okay?" Al announced. Ed rolled his eyes, great, Colonel Bastard was going to pay him a visit. Well that's just fantastic isn't it? Ed thought, Even when I'm hospitalised I can't escape him lecturing me about things I don't care about at all.

Alphonse kept the conversation with the Colonel short, wanting to return to Ed's side as soon as possible. Soon enough the two boys were together again, although neither of them spoke. They were both too plagued by their own thoughts to share them with each other. Each teenager's head filled with questions that they didn't have the answers too. They became so consumed by their thoughts that they barely even noticed when Colonel Mustang arrived with his Lieutenant, Riza Hawkeye. In his hand, the Colonel carried a small file.

"Fullmetal." Colonel Mustang acknowledged. Ed returned his greeting with a short, painful nod. The last thing Ed wanted to see right now was the Colonel's sorry face, he almost wished he was unconscious again. But as Ed searched the Colonel's expression, he found only concern for the boy. Ed coughed uncomfortably and fidgeted in his bed until Lieutenant Hawkeye addressed him.

"Edward, how are you feeling?" She asked in a motherly voice. Although she was known for pulling a gun on anyone who crossed her, Mustang had always told his subordinates that really she had a gentle heart. In the cases of the two young boys who couldn't seem to keep themselves out of trouble, this fact had proven true time and time again. Al couldn't help but notice the small smile that had appeared on the Colonel's usually harsh face when Hawkeye had asked her first question. Mustang soon realised that two pairs of eyes were resting on him and he immediately dropped his faint ghost of a smile.

"I'm fine," Ed said quietly, looking down at his legs which were covered in the typical clinical white sheets of a hospital bed, "This is nothing, really." But the older Elric wasn't fooling anyone. Each individual in the room knew Ed well enough to know that in reality he was as disturbed about his situation as everyone else was. The kid's only human, after all. Colonel Mustang thought as he tried to stop his concern reaching his face.

After pulling up chairs on the opposite side of Ed's bed to Al, Mustang and Hawkeye sat down and looked at Edward with grave expressions on their faces. Al filled the two officers in on what exactly Ed remembered, and where his memory stopped. After hearing this, the Colonel opened the thin file which he had brought with him and selectively took information and read it aloud from the papers inside.

"Edward Elric was found at twenty-three hundred hours in the sewers beneath the south roads in Central. Found by: Maintenance worker, Tyke Goodman. Condition: Critical, no further information. Causes: Unknown. Any others involved: Attacks on Major Elric suspected, identities unknown." Mustang closed the file again. Ed was disappointed, he had thought that maybe something would jog his memory, but the Colonel knew just as much as Ed did about this. Nothing.

"Wait, so you've been at this for three days and you couldn't dig anything up?" Al complained. The older Elric was not yet aware of how long he had been in this condition for, so when he heard, everything else that was being said had been drowned out by his own disbelief. Whilst Ed's mind went blank as he was swarmed by his own thoughts once more, the remaining three continued to discuss the possibilities.

"Lieutenant Colonel Hughes and the investigations department were hoping that Fullmetal himself could shed some light on this whole incident." Mustang sighed, clearly unhappy that whoever did this to Edward Elric, the prodigy; could still be at large in Central somewhere. The trio were interrupted by a hiss that came from Ed as he adjusted himself again. The teenager had his left hand pressed over the stab wound in his abdomen in discomfort and judging by the expression on his face, the pain medication had worn off.

"I'll go and get a nurse." Hawkeye offered, turning to the Colonel as though to receive permission before she left. Mustang nodded at her and she left the room at a fast pace to find the nearest doctor or nurse that she could. The Colonel kept his eyes on Edward, protectively watching for any change in his condition. He looked over at Alphonse, only to discover that he was doing the exact same thing as the Colonel.

Al hated having to watch his brother in pain before him, I can't even feel pain. Ed kept his hand pressed down on the lower stab wound which was causing him the most pain. It was a horrible ache that started to feel like fire if he moved. He could no longer concentrate on what was around him; all he wanted was for the pain to stop. This pain. It was familiar; he had felt similar pain before. He got so close to remembering, remembering where exactly he had felt this pain before. But before his memory clicked into place the pain was relieved. Damn it, Ed cursed mentally, I almost remembered.

The nurse injected Ed saying that it should help to relieve the pain. Al was relieved when he saw his brother relax, but for some reason the older Elric looked frustrated. As the nurse left, Mustang, Hawkeye and Al tried to think of what exactly should be done. Ed had clearly been attacked, but he couldn't remember, so who were his attackers? He'd left the Hughes' household late at night, but he didn't remember that either, so why did he leave? And why without Al? He was found in the sewers, but how did he get there? There were far too many mysteries and not enough answers.

"So," Colonel Mustang started, clapping his gloved hands together, "How do we get to the bottom of this one?" Ed and Al glanced at each worriedly; something told them that this was the beginning of a journey that they wouldn't like.

Well! That's the first chapter, 2000 words exactly! Anyways, please review and tell me, SHOULD I CONTIUE THIS OR SHOULD I START A DIFFERENT STORY? Advice would be greatly appreciated ;)

Varishi xD