(except from Happy Families ch.6, beta version by girl_starfish)

"Here. I've . . . I've found Dante."

There were two open doors. Roy stuck his head through the first. A table had been upended and the air was thick with some kind of chemical -- notebooks were scattered every which way, but the room was empty of either Dante or Edward. "Are you all right?"

"Yes but she isn't. I think she's dead."

The last door. Roy almost tripped over Edward in the doorway. He’d sunk to the floor, skin ashen -- shock, Roy decided, kneeling to his side. "Edward--"

"I mean, she can't be alive," the boy continued, voice shaking just slightly, eyes fixed straight ahead. "We did human anatomy last year, and it's pretty hard to be alive when your head is splattered across the floor like that --" His voice hitched hysterically.

Roy couldn' blame him. He'd had time to take in the second form sprawled across the floor and the unnatural angle that it lay it only confirmed what Edward said. He stepped forward cautiously.

He'd seen many things during the war, and he credited that as the only reason he didn't lose Mrs. Curtis's fine breakfast. Even so, he had to look away very quickly. There was a white labcoat hanging on a hook on the side of the room, he grabbed that and lay it across her -- what was left of her -- gently.

Edward watched the proceedings with wide eyes. "She's really --"

He looked like a child now. Frightened and small. "Yes," Roy said. "She's really dead."