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“This is someone talking”
‘This is someone writing’
“This is someone using sign language”
Part III. Reconstruction
Resembool 1915
The sound of thunder wakes him almost immediately.
Ed lets out a sigh, running a hand over his face as the rain pours outside.
(He hated the rain. It made his ports ache. It brought up all the worst kinds of memories.)
Al lays in the bed across the room, snoring slightly as he turns over with a dopey grin on his face. Despite everything, Ed smiles.
There are no major threats. The homunculi are gone. Al and Lola are restored. Yet for some reason, Ed can’t let himself rest.
He is happy, he thinks as the sound of Al’s snores increases. But-
(Everything and nothing was wrong at the same time. Ed didn’t know how to explain it.)
Ed slowly gets out of bed, making sure not to wake his brother before tip-toeing out of their shared room.
He lights a candle in the kitchen and fetches himself a glass of water. The rain continues to pour and his shoulder aches.
(Horrible things. That was all he could think about.)
Ed sighs, running a hand through his hair as he downs a glass of water.
A soft voice breaks through. “Get me a glass too.”
Ed sputters as Lola makes her way into the kitchen. She wears an oversized shirt that he’s almost certain belonged to him at one point as she takes a seat at the table.
“Sorry if I woke you,” Ed murmurs, pouring her a glass as well.
“Wasn’t you… the storm woke me up,” Lola replies, letting out another yawn. “Same for you?”
(It was more. So much more.)
“Yup,” Ed replies instead, not willing to get into it. He hands her a glass and takes the seat next to her.
Lola hums an off-key tune, and Ed finds himself enjoying it.
(He had gone years without hearing her voice. Even if it was off-key, Ed was just glad she wasn’t being silent.)
“I’m leaving in a couple of weeks,” Lola says as they sit next to each other. The kitchen is quiet, a candle sitting on the table between them. “Once the New Year passes.”
Ed hums, drinking a glass of water as Lola gazes out the window.
(A part of him wanted her to stay. But he also knew he had no right to ask. He knew that this was important to her like his goals had been for him.)
“Take care of yourself,” Ed says instead. “I know you’ll do fine.”
Lola takes his hand. “I’ll write to you. As often as I can.”
“Don’t worry about me,” Ed replies, getting up from the table. His right hand brushes against the glass. “I’ll be fine-”
Crash!
Ed watches as the glass shatters against the floor.
(His right hand was still unsteady from years of disuse.)
“Shit!” he swears, clapping his hands. “Let me-”
Lola gives him a wide-eyed look as he catches himself.
(Right. He couldn’t do that anymore.)
“I’ll get it,” Lola replies, picking up the dustpan and broom. As she cleans up the broken glass, Ed watches the scene transfixed.
(He thought he had been getting over it.)
“Why not use your alchemy to fix it?” Ed questions, his throat dry as he gazes at the broken glass.
Lola gives him a look. “You of all people know that alchemy shouldn’t be used to fix everything. It’s an old cup, so we would probably end up throwing it out soon anyway.”
(It was one of the things he admired about Lola. She had never really let alchemy control her. Not in the way he had at least.)
“Ed,” Lola whispers, her eyes trained on the ground. “It’s… it’s alright if you miss it. You don’t have to be strong, not anymore.”
( It . Everyone was afraid to even talk about alchemy in front of him.)
Ed looks away. “Lola, I’m fine-”
“Edward,” Lola says firmly, giving him a look. “We’ve all been through a lot. None of us are completely fine. I… even though I don’t let it hold me back, I still think about the Promised Day a lot.”
(He did too. Even though they had won. Even though their bodies were restored, for some reason Ed couldn’t help but think of the what-ifs. What if he hadn’t been able to get Al’s body back? What If Lola had been gone for good?)
Sometimes at night, when the world is silent, he can still hear the sound of Father snapping her neck.
(It terrifies him how easily she could’ve been gone forever.)
Once she disposes of the glass, Lola hugs him from behind.
“It’s alright to mourn your alchemy,” Lola murmurs. “But… there’s a lot more to the world too. We’re all still so young; you can find something that brings you passion.”
“Easier said than done,” he replies, feeling a bit tired.
Lola presses a kiss to his cheek, causing his face to warm. “I believe in you.”
(She believed in him, but Ed wasn’t sure if he believed in himself.)
Lola backs away from him slowly, taking his hand in the candlelit room. “Now… instead of possibly waking Al up by going back to your room… why not stay with me tonight?”
Ed pushes down the nervousness, the quickening of his heartbeat that always appears whenever Lola gets too close and gives her an unimpressed look. “You just want me for my body.”
Lola laughs, tugging him along. “You make a nice pillow.”
XLIII. Missing Years: Faithful Correspondents
April 4, 1916
Dear Edward,
I’m sorry I haven’t been able to write as much recently. Things have been busy over here.
I’ve been studying non-stop along with Seth (he says hi by the way) since the certification exam is coming up soon. If I pass, pretty soon I’ll be Dr. Graham. I honestly can’t believe it.
Mustang has been meeting with the Ishvalan community leaders. I don’t know too much about the political side of things, but Riza tells me that they’ve been able to agree on how to proceed for the future. The Ishvalan homeland is being restored and progress is being
made. I think there’s talk of building a railroad system across the desert, connecting Ishval and Xing. A way to increase trade relations or something of the sort. I saw Mei not too long ago-she’s an ambassador now- and she’s really grown. Pretty soon she’ll be taller than me, I think.
Some of the Ishvalans are still pretty hostile towards the military-for obvious reasons-but they’ve all been very kind to the medical volunteers. I feel like things are really looking up.
Project M has been a success as well. I’ve been working with Tim to keep it running, and it's really helped a lot of the people here open up about their trauma. Some of the things the Ishvalans had to endure because of the military… It's unspeakable.
I don’t think Amestris can ever really make up for what the Ishvalans had to experience, but I think this is at least a good start.
Tell Winry not to overwork herself, and make sure Al doesn’t overdo it with his physical therapy. Tell Granny to take it easy as well. How are they by the way? Has Al’s armor finally been turned into automail?
I love you,
Lola
P.S. I’ve been working on my Drachman, Cretan, Ishvalan, and Xingese (thanks to Seth). Next time you see me I’ll practically be a polyglot.
Ishval 1916
“Make sure to take it easy,” Lola chides, helping Khadeeja out of the clinic. “I’ll be sure to come to visit you later.”
Khadeeja pats Lola’s shoulder, giving her a weathered smile. “May Ishvala bless you. Thank you for your help.”
Lola beams, waving as the elderly woman makes her way down the road to her home.
“Graham!” Amal-one of the Ishvalan medical volunteers-calls out. “Get over here! We need you!”
Lola nods her head, rushing over to see one of the clinic’s patients huddled on the ground, muttering to herself. The room is in disarray, things having been thrown to the floor. Amal clutches her arm where the patient had attacked her.
“Everything’s so bright,” Adeena murmurs, red eyes darting around in an unfocused manner. “Too bright. Too bright. It’s going to burn us all. Me and Tima are going to burn.”
Lola takes a deep breath, crouching down next to the woman.
(Adeena’s problems weren’t entirely physical. They were mental. Trauma from the war that refused to go away.)
Lola is one of the only volunteers with training on how to deal with psychiatric patients, so Adeena has been a constant in her life.
So has her younger sister.
Fatima purses her lips, looking at her older sister with watery eyes. “Deeny! Stop it . You’re not making any sense-”
“Fatima,” Lola says softly, giving the twelve-year-old girl a comforting smile. “Remember what I said before? We need to remain calm . We need to create a peaceful environment.”
Fatima rubs her eyes, nodding her head as Lola turns towards Adeena.
“Adeena, you’re currently in the clinic,” Lola replies as the woman falters. “Nothing is burning. You and Fatima are safe.”
Adeena blinks, hands trembling as her eyes focus. “We’re safe?”
Lola gently takes hold of Adeena’s hand. “You’re safe . No one is going to hurt you.” Adeena nods her head, taking everything in. Her eyes were clear.
“I’m sorry,” the woman utters softly as Fatima captures her in a hug. “I don’t know what came over me.”
Lola shakes her head. “It isn’t your fault.”
Adeena nods her head as Fatima clings to her.
Lola lets out a sigh before turning to Amal. “What happened?” Lola hisses, making sure Adeena cannot hear.
Amal’s red eyes tense. “I don’t know ! One moment everything was fine and then-” Amal blinks for a moment, before smacking her head.
“A match,” Amal replies, closing her eyes. “Lionel lit a match.”
(Adeena was terrified of fire. She needed a warning before being exposed to it.) Lola purses her lips, before looking over towards Adeena once more.
“Adeena, I’m going to step out for a moment,” Lola says softly. “I’ll be back soon, alright? Amal is going to stay with you.”
Adeena meekly nods her head as Lola rushes out of the clinic.
Resembool 1916
Ed wipes his forehead, the summer sun beating down on his skin as he hauls a box of automail parts over his shoulder.
“Pinako’s got you running errands again?” Old Man Nick asks him as he makes his way down the road.
Ed sighs. “Yup. The hag’s a tyrant. She won’t let me rest.”
The elderly man laughs, waving Ed off as he smokes his pipe.
“Well, when you get the chance, come see me. Pinako offered you up and I was hoping you could look at my roof again,” Nick says as Ed gives him an appraising look.
Ed waves half-heartedly. “I’ll see what I can do.”
(It felt strange to think about it. Over a year ago he had been traveling the countryside, able to repair roofs with the clap of his hands. Now-)
Ed pushes all thoughts away, determined not to dwell on them.
He makes his way down to the Rockbell home once again as the mailman calls out to him.
“Hey, Ed! I got your mail!” the man calls out, waving the letters in the air. “You guys are pretty popular today.”
Ed takes the letters with ease, looking over the return addresses as he makes his way into the house.
(A letter from Rush Valley, one from Xing-)
“I’m back!” he calls out, placing the box of materials on the table.
“Took you long enough,” Winry teases with an exasperated sigh, rushing forward to account for the automail parts. “I need your help with one of my orders later on. We need to reattach Mr. Douglass’s new arm.”
Ed raises a brow, sitting on the couch. “Why the Hell do you need my help with that?”
“You get the honor of holding him down while I attach it,” Winry says, her voice saccharine sweet. At the look on his face, Winry rolls her eyes. “It’ll be good strength training for your right arm. Mr. Douglass is a big guy.”
“The work never ends,” Ed mumbles, looking through the rest of the letters. “You got a letter from Rush Valley by the way.”
Winry hums, feigning nonchalance. “Is that so? Just leave it on the table.” Ed raises a brow. “Why are you turning all red?”
Winry gives him an affronted look, reaching forward to snatch the letter from his hand. “It’s hot in here! That’s all!”
Ed watches the girl leave the room in a huff before leaning back.
(The letter from Xing. Some bills that needed to be paid. Then there was-)
A letter from Ishval.
Ed blinks, looking at the return address and turning the letter over in his hand.
(The last time he had heard from Lola was two months ago.)
Faintly he can hear the sound of Den barking as Al walks into the house, his smile bright as he stretches.
The countryside air and the constant sunshine has been good for Al. He’s put on muscle and even gained a few inches.
(Yes, it looked like Al was once again going to be taller than him, but in this case Ed couldn’t find it in himself to care.)
Al lounges back on the couch, rubbing behind Den’s ears as Ed raises a letter in the air.
“A letter from your girlfriend,” Ed teases as Al turns slightly red. “I can tell by the prissy postage stamps.”
Al gives him an annoyed look before taking the letter from his hand.
“Not my girlfriend,” Al mumbles, but Ed notices that he holds the letter with a bit of extra care.
“Whatever you say,” Ed says in return, the letter from Ishval hidden from view.
(Ed saw it as payback for all the times Al had teased him. It felt good to finally have the tables turned.)
Al bites his lip. “I… I’ve been thinking about going to Xing. Once I’m properly healed of course. That’s what Mei and I have been talking about. Even before the Promised Day, she said she would teach me alkahestry.”
Ed hums, his eyes closing in resignation as his stomach turns ever so slightly. “That’s good.”
(He was happy for Al, but it still made him feel so incredibly useless.)
Winry is an accomplished mechanic, on her way to partnering with Garfiel in Rush Valley and making even more of a name for herself. Al-who still has his alchemy-has things he wants to do and places he wants to see. Something Ed can’t be more proud of.
Lola is-
(The sparse letters. Not hearing from her for months at a time.)
Lola is cultivating the life she’s dreamed of for so long. Even though he’s happy to see her succeed, he feels as if he’s being left behind.
(The Fullmetal Alchemist. The youngest State Alchemist ever to be seen. Without his alchemy, what was he?)
“Brother,” Al starts off softly, gentle eyes that remind Ed so much of their mother peering over at him. “It’s… it’s alright to have some regrets when it comes to your alchemy.”
Ed blinks, looking over towards Al before placing an easy smile onto his face.
“Regrets? Why would I have any regrets?” Ed says easily, sitting upright. His smile grows. “You’re fully restored and Lola has her voice back. We don’t have to worry about crazy immortal monsters trying to kill us. For the first time ever, I’m finally at peace. Why would I regret anything that led up to this point?”
(He didn’t regret losing his alchemy exactly. It was something more. Something Ed couldn’t fully explain.)
Al purses his lips before smiling as well. “Good. I’m glad.”
Al’s smile turns teasing, as he looks down at the letter Ed had tried to hide. “A letter from Ishval? Brother, why are you trying to hide it?”
(Damnit.)
“Al-”
“Ishval?” Winry says, peeking her head through the door. Ed faintly wonders how the blonde is able to hear everything .
Winry gives Ed a shit-eating grin. “From Lola? What did she say? What are you going to say?”
Ed rolls his eyes, flipping the both of them off as his face warms. “I’m going out back.”
“Make sure to compliment her eyes in your response!” Al calls out to his retreating back.
“Tell her that you miss her kisses!” Winry adds on.
Ed slams the door behind him.
May 10, 1916
Dear Lola,
Everything’s the same as always in Resembool, so you’re not missing much. The annual sheep festival is happening soon, so people have been buzzing more than usual lately. Granny has me running around completing errands for the townspeople. You’d think she’d give me a break considering everything, but she’s unrelenting.
Al and Winry just got back from Rush Valley not too long ago. Winry said that by the end of the year, Al’s armor will have been turned into automail. They’re both doing fine by the way. They keep trying to look over my shoulder as I write this, so they’re still both as annoying as when you left.
How are things in Ishval? I know you said your certification exam is coming soon, but I know you’ll ace it.
Miss you,
Edward
P.S. Four languages? You can’t be stopped.
P.P.S. I know you said you don’t care, but Happy Birthday
Ishval 1916
“How have you been?” Riza asks her, pouring her a cup of tea.
Lola hums, gratefully taking the cup in her hands. “As good as I can be. The certification exam is coming up soon so I’ve been studying nonstop. Working at the clinic and facilitating Project M has made it even more exhausting.”
“How are things with Edward?” Riza asks, her tone teasing. “Tell me everything.”
(Riza was a romantic. It had surprised Lola when she had found out.)
Lola lets out a nervous laugh. “Well… long distance is tricky. I also can’t really write to him as much as I want to. I’m glad to be here, but I miss him.”
(The night before she had left, she had almost asked him to come with her. But at the time it had felt too selfish. Ed had his own things to work through.)
“I heard there was an incident at the clinic?” Riza questions.
Lola falters. “Uh.. yeah. One of the patients was having an episode. We were able to work through it, however.”
Riza’s eyes grow a bit downtrodden and Lola looks away. Whenever they talked about some of the patients, it would always get uncomfortable.
(Lola has grown to like Riza and Mustang. Truly, she has. But when she thinks about the burns on Adeena’s legs that scarred her permanently. The woman’s fear of fire after Mustang–The Flame Alchemist-burned down her original hometown and she had been caught in the crossfire. The family members of her patients that Riza had most likely gunned down.)
“It’s good what you guys are doing,” Lola says softly. “Truly. But… “
“Our sins are too great,” Riza whispers. “I know that. All we can do is try our best to help moving forward.”
Lola purses her lips, nodding her head as she takes a sip of tea.
“I hope you guys are able to make a true difference,” Lola murmurs as they sit in contemplative silence.
Seth lets out a deep breath, placing his head onto Lola’s lap as he tosses his book to the side. “I bet they aren’t even going to test us on half of this stuff,” Seth murmurs.
The room they share is incredibly basic: twin beds, hard floors, and a few windows for the dry desert air to blow on through.
“Probably not,” Lola replies, leaning back. “But it’s still good to be prepared.”
“True,” Seth replies as Lola pats his head. “Hey… after we get certified, how long do you think you’ll stay in Ishval? What are your plans after all of this?”
“I’m not sure,” Lola admits, biting her lip. “I… eventually, I want a quiet life. To open a clinic most likely. But that's way down the line. I just want to focus on getting certified for now. On making Project M even more official.”
Project M-a mental health initiative that Lola has been able to put into place with the help of Dr. Marcoh. A way to help Ishvalans (and anyone in need) still struggling with trauma from the war and other events. A way to supply medicine and resources.
Seth hums. “You probably want to marry Edward too, don’t you? Have lots of loud, blond babies with an obsession for alchemy running around.”
Lola gives him a look, slightly flushed. “I’m not above smothering you with your own pillow.”
“You love me too much to do that,” Seth replies, patting her hand. “Besides, you didn’t deny it.”
Lola looks away. “Marriage is… a very long way down the line. If he even asks me.”
(Ed could be incredibly dense.)
“He’ll ask you,” Seth says as if it’s a fact. “If he doesn’t, just marry me again. Maybe that’ll set him straight.”
Lola laughs before giving Seth an inquisitive look. “All this talk about me. What about you?”
Seth leans back. “I plan to go to Xing after getting my certification. I want to be certified in my mother’s country as well.”
“I could write to Ling for you,” Lola proclaims.
“Ling?”
“The Emperor. You met him before. In that hotel room in Central,” Lola explains. Seth gives her a teasing look. “Oh, you mean when you got arrested?”
Lola grits her teeth. “Yes.”
(That entire year had been one of the craziest of her life.)
Seth furrows his brow before saying. “The weird, smiley one?”
“He’s not weird, just eccentric ,” Lola settles on.
Seth hums. “I forgot about him. He’s Emperor now?”
“He’ll be here for the unveiling of the railroad at the beginning of next year,” Lola says. “You can speak to him then.”
“I hate making friends. You know that,” Seth mutters.
“You’ll be fine,” Lola replies, picking up the boy’s book once more. “Now, it’s time for the practice quizzes again.”
Seth sighs as Lola quizzes him with cheer.
Resembool 1916
When a flood surges against the dam, Ed can’t find it in himself to be surprised. Floods would constantly run through the town during this time of year, but they were always able to prepare for it. To make sure that any damage would only be minimal.
He is surprised, however, when the dam bursts and the flood succeeds in destroying a good portion of the town.
(Houses destroyed. Produce diminished.)
Granny shakes her head, lighting her pipe. “How awful. We’re just lucky no one was seriously hurt.”
Ed hums in agreement, watching as everyone rallies together.
(It’s one of the things he’s always liked about Resembool. The town was full of strength. No matter what, they all had the ability to work together to beat the odds.)
Even though homes are destroyed, hospitality is being given out in bounds. People opening up their homes without expecting anything in return.
(It was so incredibly selfless.)
It doesn’t follow the law of equivalent exchange, he thinks for a moment. People were giving back more than they were receiving. It tickled at something in Ed’s brain-
“Brother!” Al calls out, tools in hand. His brother has grown even taller, muscles appearing on his body that hadn’t been there previously. “They need us near the edge of town!”
(He didn’t know why he still thought in alchemical terms. It wasn’t as if it would do any good.)
Ed nods his head, getting to work.
(It didn’t matter if he didn’t have alchemy. He could still help to make the town even better than it was before.)
Ishval 1916
“Do you have a beau, Miss Lola?”
Lola sputters before looking over at Fatima. The girl merely gives her an innocent smile, swinging her feet as she keeps Lola company.
(There were times when Adeena would spend her nights in the clinic and Fatima would be left alone.)
On the nights when she is unable to be with her sister, Fatima chooses to keep Lola company as she goes over their medical storage.
“A beau?” Lola questions. “Where did you hear that?”
“Mister Seth said you have a lover,” Fatima says matter of factly. “And all the other girls say that in the city, people call their lovers their beau .”
Lola purses her lips, holding back a laugh as she gets back to work looking over their medicine storage.
(Ed would probably break down laughing if she called him her ‘beau’.)
“I wouldn’t use those exact terms,” Lola says softly. “But… yeah, I do.”
Fatima hums, jumping down from her seat and rushing next to Lola.
“Could you teach me about some of this medicine stuff?” Fatima asks, looking up at her. “So I can be helpful too?”
“I don’t see why not,” Lola murmurs, looking over the registry. “Are you interested in a career in medicine?”
Fatima shrugs. “Maybe. I dunno. I’d rather help people with medicine than be a murderer like those military officers.”
Something twists in Lola’s stomach as she hums in response.
(Fatima hated the military with every fiber of her being. It was almost like looking into a mirror.)
“Miss Lola,” Fatima says softly, clenching her fists. “How… How can you be around them? After all that they’ve done? All that they’ve hurt? That bastard Mustang , he-”
Lola takes Fatima’s hand in hers as the younger girl gets worked up.
“I used to hate them too,” Lola says softly. “More than anything, I used to hate them. The military has done a lot of horrible things.”
Fatima grits her teeth. Red eyes brimming with tears. “Then why? Why does everyone suddenly want to accept them? After everything, how can they just be forgiven?”
(For a moment, Lola thinks about Scar.)
“All the elders say that I need to forgive them,” Fatima hisses. “That's what Ishvala would want. Why ? Deeny is in constant pain because of them. Our parents are dead because of them!”
“You don’t need to forgive them,” Lola says resolutely. “You will never need to forgive them. Any of them. They’ve hurt you in ways that can never fully be repaired.”
“Then what do I do?” Fatima asks, digging her nails into her palm. “Every day, I feel so sick looking at them. I see so many people beginning to welcome them with open arms, and it makes me want to die .”
Lola is silent for a few moments, heart squeezing at the familiar words, before shaking her head.
“You need to figure out what works for you,” Lola replies softly. “You don’t need to forgive them… but you should try and let go of the pain lodged inside of you. It’ll only hold you back.”
Fatima grits her teeth, looking down at her feet as she grows silent.
Lola wishes that there is more she can say. More she can do. But, in this instance, she is out of her depth.
So, she simply pulls Fatima into a side hug.
(There is nothing Lola can say that will bring the girl to ease.)
“Herbs,” Lola says softly instead. “We can start with that. There aren’t any herbs growing around here, but we have a few in storage that we use.”
Fatima nods her head, rubbing at her eyes as Lola walks her through the different uses and purposes of the herbs.
(Lola has no idea what to say to Fatima. But, when she thinks of a scarred man who has forsaken all names, who is willingly helping the military after going out of his way to destroy it before, she thinks there might be someone even better to ease the girl’s worries.)
“You’ll be leaving for West City soon.”
Lola nods her head as Dr. Marcoh waves off another patient.
“Yup!” Lola replies with forced cheer, her stomach a bundle of nerves. “I can’t wait.”
(She was terrified.)
“I remember my assessment,” Tim says, rubbing his chin as Lola helps him tidy up. “One of the other trainees passed out from the nerves.”
Lola gives Tim a displeased look as the man waves his hands.
“Not that you need to worry about that! You’ll do fine,” Tim replies with a smile. Lola sighs, taking a seat as she runs a hand through her hair.
(Her mind was too scattered.)
“There was a flood in Resembool,” Lola mutters. “Winry told me about it in her last letter.”
(Ed hadn’t mentioned it to her at all.)
Tim snaps to attention. “Is everyone alright?”
Lola hums, nodding her head. “Win said that everyone is as cheerful as ever. They’re just trying their best to rebuild.”
(She felt guilty. Such a huge thing had happened and there was nothing she could do to help.) Lola leans back. “Run me through the assessment one last time.”
Tim purses his lips. “Well… it’s a bit of a lengthy process. They’ll interview you, of course, to get a feel for the kind of person you are. You’ll need your recommendations laid out for you. All records of schooling and medical expertise. Then there’s the practical exam held at West City University. An oral exam-”
Lola scratches her head as the man goes on and on.
(She knew it wouldn’t be easy. But this was so much.)
“You’re not a traditional student, so they’ll want to make sure you know your stuff,” Tim explains, taking note of the look on her face. “This is a new program. If you had gone the traditional route of medical school, they’d already have most of the information ready for you.”
“I grew up in the country and I had shoddy citizenship,” Lola grumbles. “I also couldn’t speak for much of my teen years. With my… circumstances , getting an apprenticeship was easier.”
Tim pats her shoulder, a proud smile on his face. “You’ll do fine. I know you will.”
Lola purses her lips, a smile eventually breaking through. She leans her head on Tim’s shoulder. “Thank you.”
July 10, 1916
Dear Edward,
I’ll be off to West City soon! Hopefully by the next time I write to you, I’ll be signing off this letter as Dr. Graham.
I heard about the flood (from Winry and not you). Is everything still going smoothly? I can’t believe that the dam broke after all these years of standing tall.
Everything’s been going well over here, for the most part. Remember that girl I told you about? Fatima? I’m a bit worried about her. She’s very sweet, but she has a lot of anger inside of her as well. Anger towards the military (specifically Mustang). I'm not really sure what to tell her to
make it better. Or if I even can. I’ve gotten someone else’s input as well, but I wish there was more I could do for her.
I can’t write as much as I’d like, but I hope you’re doing well. Winry said that you and Al have been really helping the effort to rebuild. I can’t wait to see you all again.
I love you,
The (Future) Dr. Graham
P.S. I have no intention of stopping anytime soon. I’m thinking of branching out into ancient languages next.
P.P.S. I didn’t really get a chance to celebrate my birthday this year… but thank you.
Resembool 1916
Ed leans back on the ground, tools laid out next to him as orders are barked out. “Come on, Brother!” he hears Al call out to him from across the road. “Get a move on!”
(Al had his body for a little over a year, and somehow the boy had more energy than all of them.)
Ed sighs. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.”
The town was making progress. Areas that had been completely devastated by water damage were now flourishing bigger and better than ever.
As kids run around, laughing without a care in the world, Ed can’t help but smile.
(Without alchemy. He had helped create something beautiful without alchemy.) It’s a feeling that terrifies and revives him at the same time.
(He wasn't finished. There was something else out there for him.)
Feeling ten times lighter, Ed joins Al with an easy smile, getting back to work.
September 16, 1916
Dear (Future) Dr. Graham,
Congratulations in advance. You might be in West City at this point, but if so, I know you’ll ace any test they send your way.
The flood wasn’t too serious, so I didn’t see any need to worry you. Nobody was injured, and people are as upbeat as ever. Seeing everyone work together so seamlessly has given me a lot to think about actually.
I don’t know how to put it into words… but even though I can’t perform it anymore, I don’t think I’m completely done with alchemy just yet.
I know you’re probably busy right now so I won't waste your time with the little things. Good luck with your assessment, not that you’ll need it.
See you soon,
Ed
P.S. You’re usually pretty good at saying the right thing, so I’m sure you’ll find the right thing to say to Fatima.
P.P.S. Ancient languages? And people think I’m the nerd in this relationship.
West City, 1916
While not as vibrant as Central, West City has a sort of liveliness that makes it endearing in its own right.
“The hotel!” Seth calls out over the noise. “It shouldn’t be too far from here!”
Lola nods her head, holding onto her hat as she smooths out her skirt.
(She was wearing a dress suit of all things. It felt strange.)
Amal grits her teeth, holding onto her suitcase as she blows white hair strands out of her face. “This is why I hate the city! Have any of these people heard of personal space?”
There are five people in their trainee group in total: Seth, Amal, Lionel, Griffin, and Lola herself. The first cohort of an accelerated program for individuals from less traditional backgrounds to get their doctorates.
Lionel clutches his stomach, his face slightly green as he leans on Seth’s shoulder. “I feel like I’m gonna hurl.”
Seth gives him a look, pushing him away without remorse. “You better not do it near me.”
Lola pats Lionel’s back as the boy tries to compose himself. “Seth, you know the way better than any of us! Where do we need to go?”
Seth grumbles to himself, looking around in a slight daze. “It’s changed since the last time I’ve been here. I can’t be sure-”
“We need to go that way,” Griffin says blankly, dark eyes staring straight ahead as he points towards the right and begins to walk forward. He gives them all a look as they grow silent. “I just asked for directions.”
Seth scowls as they make their way forward. “I would’ve figured it out.”
Lola snorts, bumping his shoulder. “Oh, sta zitto,” Oh, shut up. “You had no idea what you were doing.”
Once they get situated, Seth and Lola go out to explore the town.
West City is filled with influences from Drachma and Creta, Drachman music playing in one of the tailor shops while a Cretan-inspired restaurant lays near the edge of the street.
Lola links arms with Seth, leaning into his side. “Let’s stop by that bakery over there. You’re paying of course.”
Seth snorts. “With what money? I’m just as broke as you are.”
“If we pool together our savings, we might be able to get something,” Lola suggests as they open the bakery’s door, the bell ringing. Her eyes widen as she looks at the selection. “It all looks amazing .”
“Thanks for the compliment,” a feminine voice breaks through.
Lola turns her head to see a young woman with a round face and brown hair tied into a bun. She has a warm feeling about her.
“Welcome to Sweet Delights !” the woman chirps, light blue eyes lighting up. “I’m Joy! How can I help ya?”
“Do you work here yourself?” Lola asks, taking a step forward. “That’s impressive.”
Joy laughs, waving a hand. “Oh no, I work here with my fiance. It was his family’s business at first, but his parents ended up retiring. So now we work here together! We usually have more people, but we’re giving our workers the weekend off. One of them had a birthday, another had an anniversary-”
The girl talked a lot .
Lola simply nods her head politely, a forced smile plastered on her face as the girl goes on and on.
Seth doesn’t have nearly as much tact.
“As nice as this is,” Seth drawls. “Could we just order please?”
Lola elbows Seth as Joy lets out a laugh, pressing her hands together.
“Sorry ‘bout that,” the girl chirps. “I didn’t mean to talk yer ear off. What would you like?”
Lola hums, looking over the menu options. “What would you recommend?”
“We just got a shipment of Drachman Fudge,” a smooth masuline voice declares. “It’s a hit among our customers.”
Lola’s stomach twists at the familiar voice. It is deeper, but unmistakable.
(Letters that she hadn’t answered. Always wondering about the what if’s.)
Adam Brahms gives her a cheerful smile, wiping his hands on his apron. His brown eyes are still incredibly bright and dimples still in place.
(Shit.)
Lola’s mouth becomes dry as Seth nods his head in interest.
“We’ll take the Drachman Fudge,” Seth chirps, unaware of the tension in the air.
October 13, 1916
Dear Winry,
I got to West City! It’s the weekend now, and my first written assessment begins on Monday. I’m too nervous.
Also, you won’t believe who I ran into the other day-
West City, 1916
As Adam bags the Drachman Chocolate, Lola struggles to swallow down the lump in her throat.
(Guilt. He had been her friend and she had just tossed him aside in her grief.)
He hands over the bag to her with a smile. “Here you go!”
Lola gingerly takes the bag from him, making eye contact for a moment.
His smile doesn’t falter. “That’ll be 100 cenz.”
(Did he not remember her? It was entirely possible. It had been years since they last saw each other.)
Lola purses her lips, dropping the money in his hand.
“Come again!’ Adam chirps. His fiance leans into his side as Lola and Seth exit. “Sure,” Seth says noncommittally as Lola remains silent.
Lola glances back one last time, sees Adam smiling down at Joy with unbridled affection and allows herself to smile.
(She was happy for him. He was doing well.)
She allows Seth to pull her out of the bakery.
-Adam Brahms of all people. Do you remember him?-
The door to the bakery is pushed open once again.
Lola purses her lips as Adam and Joy stare at her in slight confusion.
Joy plasters a smile on her face. “Would you like anything else?”
Lola nods her head before turning towards Adam.
(Even if he didn’t remember, she had to say something.)
“I’m sorry!” Lola blurts out, bowing her head towards Adam. “I know you don’t remember me but-”
“Lola Graham,” Adam says smoothly, causing Lola’s eyes to widen even more. The boy smiles. “How could I forget?”
Lola lets out a quiet sort of laugh, rubbing the back of her head. “Yeah…” Joy looks between the two of them, curiosity alight in her eyes. “You two know each other?”
“Old friends,” Adam supplies as he turns towards his fiance. “You remember how I used to live in Resembool?”
Joy gapes at that, pressing her hands together. “Really? Then it’s like fate! Go catch up!” Lola whips her head up at that. “Wait, I didn’t-”
Joy ignores Lola’s words, practically pushing both of them out of the store. The two of them stare at each other for a few moments, tension present in the air. “Well-”
“I-”
Lola looks away as Adam rubs the back of his head.
“Your fiancée is pushy,” Lola settles on. “But… very nice. You guys look good together.” Adam lets out a laugh, eyes fond. “Thanks. She’s… amazing.”
Lola looks down at her shoes.
(She had just wanted to apologize. She didn’t know what else there was to say.) “What about you?” Adam asks as they begin to walk. “Have you found someone?”
Lola scratches her cheek, flushing slightly. “You remember Edward? Blond hair, golden eyes. Short . But… he’s not really that short anymore.”
(Edward had shot up. Much taller than Lola had ever expected. Lola was now the shortest out of them all, something Ed had loved to rub in her face. She wondered if he had grown more in her absence.)
Adam gapes. “Seriously? I have to say… I’m not really surprised.”
Lola furrows her brow. “What do you mean?”
“Last I remember, he hated me,” Adam says bluntly. “I’m pretty sure it was because I spent so much time with you .”
“He didn’t hate you,” Lola defends weakly. At the look Adam gives her, she relents.
“Maybe a little,” she admits. “But not because of me. I think it was because of how tall you were.”
Adam snorts. “If you say so.”
Lola smiles slightly, fiddling with her hands. “Adam-”
“Sorry,” Adam blurts out, rubbing the back of his head. “You apologized before, but I think I’m the one who needs to apologize.”
Lola blinks. “What?”
“It’s something that nagged at me for a while… but it was something I did, right?” Adam asks, looking over at her. “Isn’t that why you wanted to stop being friends?”
Something twists in Lola’s stomach.
“No!” she replies, shaking her head. “You were perfect. It was all me. I was just… I was so sad all the time. I didn’t want to bring you down with me. I thought you were better off without me in your life.”
She closes her eyes, folding her arms in front of her. “I… I missed you. I really did. I just-”
(She had felt as if her life was just a bottomless hole.)
Adam puts a hand on her shoulder. “You went through a lot. You don’t have to apologize. I was never angry at you.”
Lola smiles, feeling a bit lighter. “Even so… I’m sorry I hurt you. I hurt a lot of people in the past, and you're one of the only ones I hadn't been able to properly speak to. I’m glad we got this chance.”
Adam beams. “Me too. I’m glad you’re well.”
(So much lighter.)
“So… when’s the wedding?” Lola asks teasingly. “Where’s it gonna be?”
Adam lets out an exasperated sigh. “We don’t even have any of that mapped out yet. Joy wants it in the countryside with some of her family. I was hoping for something a bit fancier.”
“Give the bride what she wants,” Lola says solemnly, smacking her fist into an open palm. “ Always .”
Adam gives her a look before the both of them break down into laughter.
(Just like it used to be.)
“How long will you be in West City?” Adam asks, making his way back to the bakery.
“A few months,” Lola says long, sufferingly. “I’m not really supposed to be here for fun but… I’ll try and stop by again. If it’s alright?”
Adam smiles at her as he makes his way into the bakery. “I’d like that.”
-He’s just as kind as he was before. We were able to make amends. He’s getting married in the upcoming Spring
Resembool, 1916
Al is the one to break the news.
“Mei says that the railroad will be finished by the end of the year,” he says, holding a letter in one hand and lifting a weight in the other. “She says we’re all invited to Ishval as guests for the unveiling.”
Ed raises a brow. “They’re holding the unveiling in Ishval?”
Al nods. “Mei says that they want to recognize Ishval as its own independent state. Having the emperor travel personally to meet with their elected leaders would help with that.”
Winry hums, going over some of her orders. “Lola should be done with her assessment by then. We’ll all be able to meet up!”
Ed hums as Al and Winry go back and forth, gushing about what the railroad will be like. About seeing Mei, Ling, and even Lan Fan again.
(He still couldn’t wrap his head around the dopey boy who had leached off of him for food being the leader of a country. It was surreal.)
“You’ll be happy to see Mei again, won’t you Al?” Winry teases.
Al flushes, but doesn’t back down. “You’re one to talk Winry. Whose the person you keep blushing about from Rush Valley?”
Like clockwork, Winry turns a bright red, sputtering excuse after excuse. Ed’s just glad they’re not teasing him .
(Lola’s assessment would be starting soon. Knowing the redhead, she was probably worrying herself to death.)
The phone rings and Ed picks himself off the couch.
“I’ll get it,” he says, waving a hand half heartedly.
“Rockbell Automail Prosthetics and Outfitters,” Ed says with a deadpan, picking up the receiver. “How can we be of service?”
The other side is silent for a few moments before a familiar laugh fills the line. “You sound so official, Fullmetal,” Mustang of all people teases. “The customers must love you.”
Ed scowls. “Bastard. What the Hell do you want? I’m retired, remember?”
“Don’t be like that,” Mustang replies. “I’m glad I caught you. I have some good news for you. About the request you had for me.”
(After the Promised Day. When everything was restored, yet Ed still felt there was more he needed to do.)
Lola forces a smile onto her face. “ I have no idea where my mother is buried.” Ed grips the receiver. “What did you find?”
“Maryam Graham,” Mustang says smoothly, causing something in Ed’s stomach to turn. “Formerly known as Marianna Granchelli. A contact of mine was able to find where she was buried.”
November 16, 1916
Dear Lola,
Have you heard about the unveiling? We’ll be there in a few months-
December 15, 1916
Dear Edward,
I did! Riza told me about it. I can’t wait to see you all again-
West City, 1917
“Lola Graham!”
Lola takes a deep breath, smoothing out her outfit as one of the examiners-a respected military surgeon-calls her forward.
Amal walks out of the room, looking more than a little dazed.
The Ishvalan girl gives Lola a look as she walks past.
“Good luck,” Amal mumbles, wiping her forehead with a handkerchief. “They’re brutal.” Lola nods, standing a bit straighter as she makes her way into the questioning room. The four interviewers give her shrewd looks as she makes her way in.
“Please take a seat, Miss Graham,” one of them says smoothly, beckoning to the chair. “Let us begin.”
(She would ace any test they sent her way.)
Resembool 1917
“Ouch!”
Ed rears back, dropping the hammer that had nearly succeeded in smashing his hand as he tries to fix the roof.
(This shouldn’t have been this hard.)
Looking down at the roof, Ed bites his lip. He claps his hands and places them down. As expected, nothing happens.
(It was disappointing, sure, but it didn’t hurt nearly as much as it used to. It didn’t really hurt at all.)
Ed looks out over the countryside, taking everything in. Traces of the flood were practically nonexistent.
“Brother!” Al calls out, climbing up the ladder to the roof. He was now even taller than Ed, having completed most of his physical therapy. “What’s taking you so long?”
Ed grits his teeth. “The hag’s making me work as her personal slave! First she wants me to fix the roof, then help the Edgars with their farm, then-”
“Winry’s making an apple pie,” Al says, cutting off the tirade with a cheeky smile. “It’ll be ready soon. As thanks for all the work.”
Ed sags forward, his annoyance seeping out. “Alright.”
(Apple pie was just what he needed.)
“Wow!” Al calls out, his eyes widening as he makes his way on top of the roof. “I didn’t realize how beautiful the view was up here!”
Ed smiles. “Yeah… it’s all so open.”
Faintly he can see the townspeople conversing with one another. He can see Old Man Nick helping an elderly woman with her groceries, expecting nothing but a smile in return.
(Take ten, give back eleven. Give back the happiness you have received yourself.)
“Hey, Brother,” Al says, his brow furrowing slightly. “I’ve been thinking about something recently…”
(Of course. He and Al were always on the same wavelength.)
Ed grins. “I bet I’ve been thinking the same thing.”
West City, 1917
It is finally time.
After months of numerous exams, interviews, and practicals, it is time to see if they’ve finally made it through.
The five of them are among multiple medical students who have all gone through the traditional route of medical school. They wait in front of West City University to see if they have passed their exams.
(G-212. That was the number Lola had been given. If she had passed, it would be displayed on the board in front of them.)
“I passed!” Seth yells among the noise, green eyes wide. “Seriously?”
Lola lets out a laugh, pulling him into a tight side hug. “Certo che l'hai fatto! Sei incredibile!” Of course you did! You’re amazing!
One by one, their cohort group finds their numbers. Each one brimming with excitement when they do.
Lola continues to scan the board, something settling in her stomach as she goes over the hundreds of identification numbers.
(Where was it?!)
Then, her eyes land on it. Amber eyes widen as her mouth opens.
G-212 stands on the board, with one of the highest scores.
(She did it.)
Seth swings her around as she lets out an excited shout. Amal crushes her in a hug.
(She did it. She actually did it.)
For a moment, she can hear her mother’s voice. She can hear Sara and Yuriy.
“Good job,” she can hear them say. Her smile only grows.
Resembool 1917
“So you and Al are gonna start traveling again?” Winry asks, tightening a screw on one of her orders.
Ed hums, leaning back after a long day of chores. “Yup. I’m gonna head west and Al is gonna head east. We’ll part ways at the unveiling.”
(Only in a few weeks time.)
Winry lets out a laugh. “I knew you two could never stay in one place.”
Ed shrugs, taking a sip of water. “Staying in one place can get a bit boring after a while. There’s still a lot we can do. A lot of ways that we can give back.”
(So many people had helped them in ways they could never fully repay. This would be a way of them finally trying to give back a semblance of the kindness they received.)
Winry tightens another screw. “Are you gonna ask Lola to come with you?” Ed spits out the water.
(Well, he had thought about it. It had crossed his mind for a few moments-) “So obvious,” Winry says with a roll of her eyes.
Ed rubs the back of his head, looking away. “I can’t ask her to do that. She probably has other things she wants to do now that she’s certified.”
Winry raises a brow. “So even though you want to, you’re not even gonna ask? You’re hopeless.”
Ed grits his teeth. “Oh, shut up! It’s not that simple.”
(Equivalent exchange. Ed committed to Lola and Lola committed to him. They would both give equally. Asking her to follow after him for his own goals when she had goals of her own to accomplish? He couldn’t do that.)
“It's an equivalent exchange,” Ed mutters, looking away.
(It didn’t exactly make him happy, but it would work.)
He has to dodge a wrench at that.
“Dumbass,” Winry hisses. “You’re still on about that? Relationships don’t always have to follow your stupid alchemy rules! You love her? Tell her how you feel properly before going on this journey. You don’t know how she’ll respond. Don’t make decisions for her!”
(Lola pressing her forehead against his. “Take me into account.” )
Ed rubs the back of his head, slightly embarrassed. “When did you become such an expert on relationships?”
Winry blushes, returning to her work. “All my friends are dense, socially stunted, idiots , so I have to be.”
Ishval, 1917
The cap to the champagne bottle pops across the room as they all celebrate.
It isn’t just their cohort celebrating their success; all the medical volunteers, doctors, and even railroad workers have begun to let loose in celebration of the past year of hard work. Even Mustang and his team.
Lola hiccups, her face warm as she cradles a cup of champagne in her hands. She raises her glass in the air. “CONGRATULATIONS EVERYONE!”
(Who was being so loud? Was that her?)
Mustang snorts, his own face red as he takes another sip. Lola doesn’t miss how he and Riza lean on each other. “I didn’t realize you of all people wouldn’t be able to handle her liquor. You’ve only had one glass.”
Lola grits her teeth in annoyance. She was handling it just fine! “What the Hell are you talking about? I feel fine.”
(Colors. The room had a lot of pretty colors.)
Lola giggles to herself as Seth takes the champagne glass away from her. “And this is why we don’t let you drink.”
Lola grumbles to herself as the celebration continues. “You guys are horrible. I’m going for a walk!”
“Stay in the area!” Seth calls out behind her as she makes her way out of the tent. Lola waves a hand half heartedly.
(She felt floaty. Infinite.)
Lola begins to sing, a Xingese lullaby that Seth had taught her when he was helping her learn the language.
“Wow Miss Lola, you really can’t sing.”
Lola turns her head at the noise, her eyes widening when she sees it’s Fatima.
(Fatima! The girl had grown in her absence.)
“Why does everybody keep growing?” Lola mutters. “I used to be tall, y’know? Now everybody’s leaving me behind. Even Winry. Who told her she was allowed to grow so much?”
Fatima bows in the proper Ishvalan way. “I don’t know who Winry is but… I heard of your success in West City. Congratulations, and I’m glad you’re well.”
Lola beams, crushing the girl in a hug. “Thank you! I'm glad you’re well too.”
(Say the right thing.)
Lola places her hands on Fatima’s shoulder, pursing her lips. “Listen Tima, I've been thinking a lot about what you said. And… I needed to say something.”
Fatima gives her an expectant look as Lola continues to stare at her for a few moments.
(What had she been going to say?)
Lola hums, taking a seat on the ground much to Fatima’s confusion. “Give me a minute.” Fatima groans, running a hand over her face. “Miss Lola-”
“Mustang and the rest–you don’t need to accept them,” Lola says, snapping her fingers. “Even if the situation isn’t completely black and white. Even if they did what they did on orders, they still did it. They still hurt you and your sister in ways that cannot be repaired. But… I guess what I’m trying to say is… you can’t let other people’s actions control your life. Them helping to fix Ishval now is the bare minimum for what they can do to repair all that they’ve broken. You’re allowed to still be angry at them, you just can’t let that anger impede your own growth and development.”
Fatima purses her lips, looking down at the ground. “Yeah, I… I've been talking to a lot of people since you were gone. Even the man you mentioned. He’s been very… helpful.”
Lola hiccups, swaying slightly. “He has?”
“Fatima,” a deep familiar voice breaks through. “You shouldn’t run off like that.”
(Seriously?)
Lola looks back to see Scar of all people walking forward, looking as official as ever in his priest robes.
“Graham,” he says, raising a brow. “You’re drunk.”
“Bingo!” Lola says, giving a thumbs up. “How have you been?”
Scar continues to look at her, eyes slightly shrewd. “I’ve been well. Ishvala has gifted me with many of her blessings. I was actually hoping to speak with you… when you’re sober, of course.”
Lola bobs her head like a child as Fatima makes her way toward the man.
“Al-raahib,” Brother. Fatima says respectfully, bowing toward the man. “I apologize. I just wanted to greet Miss Lola.”
Scar nods his head, before giving Lola one last look. “Will you be alright to get back to your sleeping quarters?”
“I got her,” Seth calls out, a little tipsy himself as he makes his way from the tent. He shivers slightly. “It was getting weird in there. Breda and Mustang started singing a duet.”
Lola lets out a laugh as Seth helps her up. She gives Scar and Fatima a cheery wave. “Have a nice night!” she calls out a bit louder than necessary, leaning into Seth’s side.
The two bow respectfully in return.
“They’re calling the railroad, ‘The Transsunscape Railroad’,” Al recites as they make their way off the train. “Or the ‘Sunscape Passage’.”
“Sounds fancy,” Ed says, lugging his suitcase over his shoulder.
“Who are we supposed to be meeting?” Winry asks, her own suitcase in hand. “Didn’t they say-”
“It’s lovely to see you all again,” Captain Hawkeye calls out, as poised as ever. Her hair is shorter, going slightly past her ears. “You’ve all grown so much.”
Winry rushes forward. “Captain! It’s nice to see you too.”
(Winry was always open. Ed didn’t even realize they were on such good terms.) The captain smiles, returning the hug. “Please, you can all call me Riza.” “Feels weird,” Al says, stepping forward as well. Riza gasps, taking him in.
“You look great!” Riza replies, clapping her hands. She looks over the two of them. “I think you’re both even taller than the General now!”
A shit eating grin crosses Ed’s face. “Seriously?”
(He couldn’t wait to see the look on the bastard’s face.)
“You’re driving us, Riza?” Winry questions. The woman nods in response.
“Yes, the General offered to but… he’s not exactly the best behind the wheel,” Riza replies, laughing slightly. “I was hoping to catch up with you all anyways. There’s a few things we need to talk about. Especially you, Winry.”
Winry blinks in slight surprise, pointing towards herself. “Me?”
Riza beams. “Yup! We already spoke with Lola about it, and I’ll think you’ll be happy with the news.”
Ed twitches at the name.
(He still needed to ask her.)
“Where’s Lola?” Al asks, his tone bright.
“Resting,” Riza explains. “The past few nights have been rather… hectic. We’ve all been letting loose since the railroad’s been finished. Lola has a bit of a headache.”
(Headache. Letting loose.)
“She’s hungover, isn’t she?” Ed asks with an unimpressed look on his face. At Riza’s nod, Ed sags forward.
Riza smiles. “I’ll show you the way once we get there.”
Her head was ringing.
She blinks slightly, her room coming into focus as she covers her face with a pillow.
(She was never going to drink again.)
“You always say that,” a familiar dry voice says, turning the page of a book. “You never keep up with it though.”
Lola’s face warms as she pulls her pillow off of her face, looking over at her companion. Her stomach flips.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Lola accuses.
Ed gives her a faux innocent look. “No. Of course not.”
Lola throws her pillow at him, her face still flaming.
(It was embarrassing. This wasn’t how she wanted to see him again.)
“I’m always so lame when it comes to you,” Lola replies, the words spilling out as a symptom of the alcohol from the nights before. “You must think I’m so uncool.”
“I didn’t start liking you because I thought you were cool,” Ed states, cheeks flushing at the admission. “You were never really cool.”
Lola sticks out her tongue before pulling the blankets over her. “Neither were you.”
(That was a lie. Ed was always someone she had aspired to be like. Even when they were kids.)
Ed gently pulls at the blankets, showing her face once again. “You were never cool… but you were always someone I admired.”
(He could be an asshole, but he could also be so charming without even realizing it. She had missed him.)
“I’m glad you’re here,” Lola mumbles eventually, piled underneath the blankets. “Where are Al and Winry?”
“Getting situated,” Ed replies, leaning back. “Riza wanted to talk to Winry about something. She said you already knew?”
Lola hums, happiness rising up within her.
(Scar had told her about it. A smaller celebration before the unveiling of the railroad in days to come.)
“Yeah… you’ll see it tonight,” Lola discloses. “It’s a secret for now.”
“Seriously?” Ed complains, annoyed at being left in the dark. Lola laughs in response. After a few moments of silence, Lola meets Ed’s gaze.
“I passed,” she says softly. “There are a few more details that need to be ironed out, of course… but you now have to refer to me as Dr. Graham.”
Ed hums, and slowly reaches for Lola’s hand.
(He was still shy about showing affection at times.)
“There was never any doubt,” he replies, cheeks still tinted red.
When she sees Al, Lola can barely hold back a squeal.
“Alphonse!” she yells, rushing towards him and laughing as he swings her in the air. “ Seriously ?! You look amazing!”
(He had grown so much. He was able to walk steadily on his own two feet.)
Al beams down at her, fully in control of his body and much stronger than she had seen him last year. “It’s great to see you!”
“You’re so sturdy now!” Lola replies, giving him one last tight hug. “You’re getting so big!”
“You sound like an old lady,” Winry teases, making herself known. Lola crushes her in a hug as well.
“I missed you,” Lola replies, pressing a sloppy kiss to her sister’s cheek. “Did Riza tell you-”
“Yeah,” Winry says, taking Lola’s hand in her own. Her blue eyes are tinted red. “She told me. I can’t believe-”
Lola nods her head, ignoring the burning in her own eyes. “I… he was involved in it.” Lola doesn’t need to elaborate on who ‘he’ is.
(The scarred man who had let go of all proper titles.)
Winry wipes her eyes. “He was? He’s so aggravating . I swear… he makes it so hard to hate him at times.”
Lola huffs out a laugh, rubbing at her own eyes as Al looks between the two of them in confusion.
“What’s going on?” Al asks, as Ed comes towards them as well.
Ed shrugs as Lola and Winry hug once again. “Who knows. She refuses to tell me.”
“They’re doing it tonight,” Lola says softly, as Winry bobs her head. “Tonight when the sun sets.”
“Big Sisters!”
Lola covers her mouth, as Elysia rushes towards her and Winry sporting the biggest grin. “I missed you both,” Elysia replies, tackling the both of them in a hug.
Winry laughs. “We missed you too! You just keep on growing!”
“Now who sounds like a grandma?” Lola teases, returning the hug. She beams as Gracia makes her presence known. “I didn’t realize you two were coming out?”
“Riza and Roy invited us,” Gracia replies, a breathless smile on her face. “Besides… Maes always wanted Ishval to thrive. We wanted to see the growth with our own eyes as well.”
Lola nods her head as Elysia giggles happily, reaching for Lola’s hand.
“Big Sister,” Elysia starts off. “Is it true you’re traveling w-”
Winry covers Elysia’s mouth, blue eyes slightly wide before turning to give Lola a sheepish smile.
“Is it true you’re traveling? Now that you’re certified that is?” Winry asks, causing Lola to narrow her eyes.
(What the Hell?)
“That hasn’t been decided yet,” Lola says, looking over at Winry with slight suspicion. “I’m just celebrating for now.”
Gracia claps her hand. “That’s right! Congratulations! We should be calling you Dr. Graham now, shouldn’t we?”
Lola rubs the back of her head. “There are still a few details that need to be ironed out… but yeah.”
Gracia crushes her in a hug. “We’re so proud of you! A doctor at nineteen? That’s quite the accomplishment.”
(That’s right. She was nineteen years old, almost twenty. Ed and Winry are eighteen. Al is seventeen-)
They are all so much older now. Things have been changed in ways that can never really be brought back.
(She never expected she would get to this point.)
Lola looks at Ed in the distance, sees him lording his newfound height over Mustang (Much to the General’s chagrin) and her eyes soften.
(Things were finally right. Peaceful.)
Winry places her hands on Lola’s shoulder. “Anyways… let’s go get ready!”
Ed is acting weird.
Well, everyone is acting weird to be honest, but Lola can tell that Ed is holding something back. There are moments when Lola will catch him looking towards her, only for him to quickly look away seconds later. She’ll catch people giving her strange, knowing looks whenever she passes by.
“What’s going on?” Lola asks Seth later that evening as they get ready to go to the event. Seth whistles. “Don’t ask me, I promised Winry I wouldn’t tell.”
Lola gapes. “Seth, we were married . No secrets, remember?”
Seth shrugs. “We’re not married anymore, so those vows don’t hold up.”
Lola grits her teeth. “So everyone knows something but me?”
“Pretty much,” Seth replies. “You’ll find out eventually… if a certain someone doesn’t get cold feet.”
Lola whips her head up. “A certain someone? Do you mean-”
Seth rushes away, joining other people in the crowd. “I’ve said too much!”
Lola furrows her brow as Winry sidles up beside her, locking arms. The blonde holds a candle in her right hand and is dressed in a blue dress, contrasting Lola’s red.
“You look nice,” Winry says softly.
Lola leans against Winry. “You too. Absolutely beautiful.”
(It was almost time.)
Ed and Al stand up ahead, each holding candles of their own. Ed hands Lola one as well. “You ready?” Ed asks, leaning in slightly. Lola nods her head.
When they make it to the area, multiple Ishvalan citizens stand around with candles of their own. Tim stands not too far away as Riza, Mustang and their team members stand off respectfully to the sides.
Winry breaks down into tears.
Lola presses her cheek against Winry’s. “Goodness, Winry. There’s no need to cry.”
Winry gives her a look, tears streaming down her face. “Lola… you’re crying too .”
(Oh.)
Lola touches her cheek, letting out a surprised laugh at the tears. “Huh, I guess I am.”
Scar stands at the head of it all, holding a candle of his own as they surround one of the newly built clinics.
The Sara and Yuriy Rockbell clinic.
“Shall we begin?” Scar asks the two of them, his expression soft.
Winry nods her head, as Lola wipes away her tears.
“Yes.”
(After all these years, Sara and Yuriy were going to be honored for their sacrifice.)
After the unveiling of the clinic, celebrations are had once again.
Still reeling from her hangover due to the previous nights of celebration, Lola makes the (in her eyes) mature decision not to drink.
She goes off with Ed and together they watch the fireworks go off in the distance. They watch as the Ishvalan children run around, laughing without a care in the world.
“Al and I are gonna start traveling again soon,” Ed says, slightly tipsy from the few drinks he had been given.
(The fact that Ed, Al, and Winry could all hold their liquor better than Lola was always something that would bother her.)
Her heart stutters slightly at the new information. “When do you guys plan to leave?”
(They had just reunited.)
“Once she gets here, Al’s gonna head off to Xing with Mei after the unveiling,” Ed discloses. “I’m gonna head west shortly after.”
Lola purses her lips, gripping at her dress. “Oh? Is that so?”
(She wasn’t upset, just a bit disappointed. She didn’t think they would be separated again so soon.)
“Me and Al have been thinking,” Ed continues, still gazing straight ahead. “A way to overcome equivalent exchange and give back all the kindness we’ve received ourselves.”
Lola smiles at that. “So this is what you meant when you said you weren’t done with alchemy?”
Ed nods. “Yup. The flood gave me a lot to think about. There’s still so much that can be done.”
Lola hums, resting her head on his shoulder. “I’m happy for you. Truly.”
(Yes, they would be separated again. But… it would be alright. Ed had found something he was passionate about again and that was all that mattered.)
Lola looks on ahead. “Make sure to write to me as often as you can.”
Ed is silent for a few moments, steeling himself for something, before looking over at Lola like a soldier going to war. Lola leans back slightly.
“Wha-”
“I’m going to Creta first,” Ed declares, his eyes as intense as ever. “The thing is… I don’t speak a word of Cretan.”
Lola blinks up at him in slight confusion. “Well, you should probably work on that. I could help get you started.”
(Once you got the basics down, Cretan wasn’t a hard language. No language was really hard. She knew Ed would be smart enough to get it down. He had picked up bits of Aerugonian just from her speaking it over the years. She could lend him some books too-)
“No!” Ed bursts out, running a hand through his hair. “I meant… I could use a translator.”
Lola furrows her brow. “How are you going to find a translator on such short notice? I mean… I’m sure Mustang could get you some contacts. Amestris has good relationships with the West now, don’t we?”
Ed looks at her wide eyed, and Lola tilts her head.
“What is it?” Lola asks, slightly flushed. She feels oddly exposed.
Ed simply closes his eyes, covering his face with his hands. “How are you this dense ?!” Lola sputters. “ Dense ?! You’re one to talk!”
(How long had it taken him to realize her feelings?)
Ed grabs her hands, looking straight at her. Golden eyes pierce through her in the night as fireworks go off behind them. “I’m asking you to come with me!”
Lola gapes as another firework goes off in the distance. Her face warms.
(Traveling West, going on this journey together… it could be something huge.)
“Is that why everyone’s been acting so weird?” Lola questions. “They all knew you were going to ask me?”
Ed’s eyes widened. “What do you mean everyone ? I only told Al and Winry-”
Lola gives him a look as Ed smacks his forehead.
(Al and Winry couldn’t keep a secret to save their lives. The two of them together was impossible.)
“Of course,” Ed groans.
“You want me to come with you?” Lola asks in slight disbelief.
Ed nods his head as Lola’s head turns.
Ed wants her to go with him. To help him with something he cared so much about.
(Was it for the right reasons? Was he just asking her because he felt like he had to? Because they had been separated for so long?)
“Why?” Lola questions. “I mean… if it’s just because I can speak a few languages, you don’t really need me for that. I-”
“Because I missed you,” Ed reveals, his face flaming. “Yeah, going out west is great, but if you were with me it would make things better. You always make things better.”
Lola’s eyes widened even more, taken aback at the proclamation.
“I-that’s-”
(What happened? When did Ed become so straightforward? When did he become able to say things like this with such ease?)
“So… come with me,” Ed asks once more. Another firework goes off in the distance.
(She had finally been licensed as a doctor. There was a lot she could do in Amestris. It wasn’t as if Ed leaving meant that she would be out of options. She still had a life here. She-)
There was a lot she could do in Amestris, and a lot she could do in the west as well. She could study the medicine of Creta. Gain contacts and expand Project M into something in multiple countries.
As she looks at Ed and sees his earnest gaze, her heart melts.
“Oui,” Lola babbles in Cretan.
Ed blinks. “Huh?”
“I mean… yes!” Lola replies, flustered. Her heart is pounding . “Yes, I’ll go with you.”
(She would have to speak to Tim. Packing on such short notice would be a pain as well. But-)
But as Ed smiles at her then, she finds that nothing else really matters. Lola feels as if she’s won the lottery. Her skin tingles when Ed presses a hand to the small of her back, when he presses his other hand to her cheek.
“Ti amo,” Lola whispers.
I love you.
“Anch'io ti amo,” Ed replies, his accent slightly off and causing Lola to laugh. I love you too.
Ed leans in as another firework is set off, and Lola closes the distance with ease, pressing their lips together as bright colors light up the sky.