Chapter One

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Roy Mustang stood proudly in front of the Fuhrer. Today was the big day he knew it, he was about to get promoted.

"Colonel Roy Mustang?" the Fuhrer asked looking at the man in front of him.

"Sir yessir," Mustang replied straightening a bit taller.

"Also known as the Flame Alchemist?"

"Yessir."

"Very well then…" the Fuhrer trailed off as he looked over Roy's records mumbling words such as 'impressive' and 'how very interesting' and even some others like ' I wish I could do that.' The last one came as a surprise to Mustang although he pretended not to hear as the Fuhrer mumbled under his breath 'no better candidate.' Within moments the Fuhrer looked up and Roy straightened himself to a straighter position. He was hoping with all his heart that his dream was about to come true.

"Colonel Roy Mustang. Congratulations you have been selected and promoted to Brigadier General."

"Thank you sir."

"All your doing Brigadier General. Now you and your team can move up north to the training camps I want you to take the place of Archer."

"Sir yessir."

"Dismissed," the Fuhrer stated.

Mustang nodded and politely excused himself from the room. His insides were just itching to do a victory dance all over the meeting hall. He walked outside of the hall to find Lieutenant Hawkeye waiting for him. They walked in silence to the car, Roy barely able to contain himself. When they got into the car and were a safe distance from any military personnel Roy burst into happy laughter.

"Sir what is it?" Hawkeye asked eyeing curiously.

"I did it Hawkeye. I'm Brigadier General Mustang," Roy said with a chuckle.

"Congratulations, sir. Where does this take us?"

"Up north to some of the training camps."

"Well we should get there as soon as possible. Who are you relieving?"

"Archer."

"They shall be glad to get rid of him," Hawkeye said smiling, something she rarely did. It was pleasant though when she decided to. As they sped towards the Central office the words resounded in Roy's head, 'All your doing Brigadier General….Brigadier General…..brigadier general.' Soon though as they parked in front of the office Roy snapped out of his daydream and exited the car.

Heading into the building side by side they soon arrived at the office lined with desks. Havoc looked up from his sitting position.

"How'd it go Colonel?" Havoc asked half asleep.

"That would be Brigadier General to you," Mustang said.

"What? Congratulations boss!"

"Now pack up all of your things. We move to the training camps of the North tomorrow at dawn. I shall dismiss you early for the day so that you have ample amount of time to pack. Understood?"

"Sir Yessir," all of them responded in unison.

"Dismissed," barked Mustang.

"What time are we to leave, sir?" Fuery inquired as Mustang was almost out the door.

" O- seven hundred hours. Do not I repeat do NOT be late," with that Roy closed the door and walked back to the car. He had some packing to get done before he went up north. Not to mention he had been a bit dizzy the entire day and figured it best if he lay down for a while.

"Sir we have arrived at your house," Hawkeye mentioned as she pulled up the car.

"Thank you Lieutenant," Mustang said as he exited the car.

He wandered to his house in a kind of dizzy frenzy. He had just made it to his bed and collapsed when the world started to spin. 'Ughhhh this is going to be one long night,' he thought.

When he awoke it was about seven in the evening and he had a sudden need for the toilet. He rushed down the hall and got there just in time. 'God this is a bit unusual,' he thought chalking it up to be the fact that he had had too much coffee that morning. Sighing heavily he went back to his room and started to pack all of his things. After he was done he only had two bags filled with things he would need. He put them next to his bed and set his alarm. Roy collapsed on the bed and lost consciousness of all time. It seemed like only moments later he was awakened by the ringing of the clock on his bedside table. '5:45 already?' he thought as he got up and smoother out his uniform. Just as he did this the telephone rang. He went into the next room and picked it up.

"Hello? Oh yes Lieutenant Hawkeye….you're just about to leave your apartment….yes I will be waiting. Good Bye." Roy hung up the phone and went to wait on the bench outside his house. It was warm and sunny out so it wasn't really an issue to sit outside and enjoy the sun a bit. Soon after he sat down he heard rumbling in the distance. He saw the car pull into view and sighed. As much as he liked his new position he did not like the fact that he had to get up so early to catch the train.

They arrived at the station to find the other members already there. The subordinates saluted Roy as he walked past and proceeded to follow him onto the train. Once everyone was boarded the train sped off heading North. Mustang rested his head in a cupped hand looking out the window like a small child, daydreaming about what was to come. Little did he know that all this daydreaming had made him a little rosy cheeked.

"Sir, do you have a fever?" Hawkeye commented on noticing the change in the cheek colors of the CO.

"Huh? No um I'm fine just getting a little warm is all," mustang replied smiling at her.

"If you say so sir."

Roy went back to daydreaming and having a good time. He started to feel drowsy. 'Why they hell am I so sleepy lately,' Mustang thought as his eyes closed to the world. What seemed again like only a few moments later he was being shaken by someone's hand. He opened one eye to see that it was Hawkeye.

"Brigadier general, sir we must get off the train we have reached our destination," she commented placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Yes of course. We need to get to the North. Move quickly," he barked feeling a tinge dizzy again. The team got to the cars that would take them to the training camps about three miles away. Roy's eyelids dropped the whole way. Lieutenant Hawkeye kept giving him odd glances as if there was something wrong with him. He looked at her telling her with his eyes that he was fine and just needed some sleep. When the cars got to the training center the dizziness had nearly overtaken Mustang he went to get out of the car and underestimated his height by hitting his head on the car. 'shit,' he silently swore as Riza came running to him.

"Sir are you alright?" she asked concern in her voice.

"Lieutenant you shouldn't worry so much. I'm fine just a bump on the head. I am just a bit tired. Into the quarters we go."

As they passed into the training grounds they saw a familiar but unwelcomed face.

"Hello Archer," Roy said coldly.

"Good afternoon Roy I hope you can take care of them better than I did," Archer laughed at his own 'joke.'

Roy and his crew continued to walk on ignoring Archer. They reached the sleeping place where they would be staying when Mustang rushed to the bathroom dropping his bags.

"Gee you think he need to use the facilities," Havoc asked looking at the others.

"I'll go check on him," Falman said. When he got to the facilities he overheard a noise in the men's room. Mustang was not using the restroom he was throwing up.