Fullmetal Time Lord

Plan

"So," the doctor said, "Let me get this straight. There's a science here called alchemy, and you're an alchemist..." he made sure that he was getting the points right. "Also, there's a thing called the philosopher's stone, and it's a powerful stone, serving as a toll for any kind of alchemy, even on a scale as large as bringing the dead back to life... and there's one inside you, right?"

"Right."

"Something that powerful can't possibly be created so easily. What is it made of? How did you get yours?" Martha inquired. Hohenheim looked down, ashamed by the memory.

"My philosopher's stone... was made with the souls of an entire civilization, centuries ago." the doctor's eyes widened. Martha gasped "I was guided by something nonhuman, in a little flask... he called himself a dwarf. He offered me knowledge for immortality in return... I helped him." The doctor stood up angrily.

"YOU DESTROYED A WHOLE CIVILIZATION FOR IMMORTALITY?!" he shouted.

"I'm trying to make things right again, believe me. "I can't bring the dead back, but I can try to stop the Dwarf. Promise me one thing, Doctor." The doctor calmed down enough to listen to Hohenheim's request. "Please, please, tell me that if I die trying to stop him, You will take care of my children on this planet."

"What?"

"Their mother is dead. I'm worried about them. Actually, I've been too afraid to see them ever since I left them with her several years back. They've been living with the Rockbells, family of an old friend of mine. I'm scared that they will do something reckless. Please, don't let them get hurt."

"I'm sorry, Hohenheim, but I think we're too late," said the Doctor. He descrbes the scene. Hohenheim stares in shock.

"That can't be! If the boys did that, then they've got to be dead!" trembling, he stood up. "I need to go to the Rockbells' house right away!" He ran off, Martha and the doctor right behind him. They reached the house quickly. Hhenhiem knocked on the door, loudly and urgently. A young blonde girl, about eleven years old, opened the door.

"I'm sorry, but we have an emergency. We can't-"

"Hohenheim?" the girl turned around and saw a short old woman, probably her grandmother, looking up at Hohenheim.

"Pinocco... please tell me... are they okay?" he pleaded.

"Well, they're alive. Want to see them?" He nodded, and she led them to the room. "Just so you know, Hohenheim, Edward hasn't thought well of you ever since you left."

"I doubted he would," He said as he opened the door. First thing he saw was a suit of armor staring at him.

"Dad?" It was Alphonse.

"Why are you..." Then he realized. Al's should must be bonded to a suit of armor. His poor son, losing the ability to feel. "Oh. Oh, Alphonse, I'm so sorry. What's happened to Edwa-"

"Over here, you bastard," croaked a weak voice. Hohenheim turned around to see his son. Oh, his son! He had no right arm. no left leg.

"You committed the taboo."

"Mom... We wanted her back..." he began to cry. The doctor and Martha watched as Hohenheim sat with his son, comforting Edward as well as he would let him, until he fell asleep. Hohenheim stood up and addressed the doctor,

"I'll be going, now. I must attempt to beat the Dwarf. When Edward wakes up, he's going to think that was just a hallucination." he looked sternly at Alphonse. "And you had better not speak of this meeting. Understand?" There was a pause, then Alphonse nodded. Hohenheim stepped out the door, and beckoned for Martha and the Doctor to follow him. When they were out of earshot from everyone else, he sat and sighed.

"You two," he said, "promise me something." The doctor kneeled down.

"Yes, Hohenheim?"

"Watch over my children. Please take care of them."

"Well, why can't you?"

"When I go to defeat the Dwarf, chances are that I'll die. I won't be able to look after them." The doctor nodded.

"Is there anything else you need us to do?"

"There is... one thing," Hohenheim held out his fob watch towards them, " On a day called 'The Promised Day,' you must give this to Edward. disguise it with alchemy if you must. There are books in my study back at the house.I'm sure you'll be able to learn from th-"

"Wait, wait, wait," Martha interrupted, "Couldn't you just regenerate if you're killed?" Hohenheim smiled weakly.

"You see, Martha, this is my twelfth regeneration."

"Meaning you won't be able to regenerate again," muttered the Doctor. '"Alright, we'll look after your children for you." Hohenheim smiled.

"Thank you." and with that, he stood up and left.