Bay Alexison (bay115) wrote in fma_fic_contest,
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Prompt 120, Song Lyrics 2, "Somewhere There's a Sunday in the Fall"

Title: Somewhere There's a Sunday in the Fall
Author: bay115
Series: Manga/Brotherhood
Word Count: 491
Rating: G
Characters: Ed, Al
Summary: Al can't sleep and Ed keeps having nightmares, leaving them to wish for sweet dreams again.
Warnings: Elric brothers angst D:
Author's Note: Originally I was gonna go for Roy/Riza and already thought of what song to use, but then Ed and Al came barging in and want me to write this, lol. I'm gonna say this takes place a year after Ed got his State Alchemist certification. Title and some of the lyrics integrated in this piece are from Gone To Sleep by Moby and Kelly Scarr.Thanks to lalikaa for the great betaing!


At a city in the southern region of Amestris, Ed and Al were staying at an inn for the night. They had just recently finished with a mission that Colonel Mustang had assigned them there, and had decided to take a rest before catching a train back to Eastern Command the next day. The brothers’ room only consisted of a bed, a dresser, and a rotating ceiling fan, but that was fine with them.

It was close to midnight and Al stared outside through the window while his brother was sleeping. He sighed; another sleepless night for him. That had been going on for some time thanks to his armored body, leaving him with unnecessary, often agonizing, thoughts. Al wanted to stop them but the harder he tried, the worse it got.

All of a sudden, a horrified scream from his brother rattled him. Al turned to see Ed’s eyes wide open and chest heaving.

“Brother, are you all right?” he asked with great concern.

“Yeah,” Ed responded before letting out a calm breath. “I had that nightmare again.”

Al knew what nightmare Ed meant. The past several weeks during their travels his brother kept dreaming about the day they performed human transmutation on their mother. Each time that happened, Al would tell him everything would be fine and watch as Ed drifted back to sleep.

As the silence between the brothers lingered, Al stared at Ed. He could tell there was something on his mind.

“What you’re thinking now, Brother?”

Ed threw his head at Al’s direction and laughed. “I remember this one same dream we used to have. Somewhere there’s a Sunday in the fall.”

“Can you remember the place?”

“No, I don’t.” Ed shook his head. “It’s pretty vague. Over there is where everything was right, but we never went back home.”

A chuckle escaped from Al. “Back then we wanted to get out of Resembool. Now we miss those days.”

Ed smiled, but his face then slipped into a frown. “I still love that dream, though, because it’s so peaceful. I miss having those dreams.”

That caused Al’s armored body to jerk. He wished for the days when they would talk until they were tired and had sweet dreams. Now these days Ed would be exhausted earlier than expected and have nightmares, leaving Al to make sure he didn’t accidentally hurt himself.

“I missed those dreams, too,” Al said, trying not to sound too sad.

Al thought Ed seemed to be at a loss of words at first, him not saying anything immediately. Ed’s lips then curled into a small smile. “The both of us will have sweet dreams again soon. Okay, I’m going back to sleep now… ‘Night.”

When Ed had managed to fall asleep again, Al went back to looking through the window feeling depressed. The midnights were long and the life he once had was gone; everything seemed darker than it had ever been.
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