Behold the results of a one year writer's block! (Which is still active, I think. )

Expect plenty of lovely yaoi fluff later on 3

For now, enjoy!

Thursday Mornings Are Always The Worst.

Thursday mornings had always irritated the young state alchemist named Edward Elric, for one main reason: Mustang. He loathed seeing that cocky smirk plastered all over the colonel's face and listening to his smart-assed wisecracks concerning a certain alchemist's height.

This Thursday was different, Ed was in a foul mood and he hadn't even entered Mustang's office. The pint-sized alchemist had just managed battle his way through a raging rainstorm, losing his umbrella in the process. Soaked to the bone he wandered through HQ, following the long and winding path towards Mustang's lair. The faint squelching noise attracted Riza Hawkeye's attention, and she peered over the top of her book to seek out the culprit.

"Fullmetal? What happened to you?" She said, as her eyes rested on a rather small, wet mound of blonde mess.

"Heh, weather isn't so good today." Ed, said faking a laugh. He wanted to keep this meeting as short as possible, the sooner he took a warm shower, the better!

"It would be a good idea to go dry off, Ed. I'll go make you a hot drink." She couldn't help feeling sorry for the rather wet alchemist.

"Ah, no, no! I'll just give these to the colonel then I'll be off." And without another word, Ed put on full speed towards the colonel's office. Riza simply sighed and went back to her business. "The stupidity of some men…"

There was a sharp impatient knock on the door, which could only belong to Fullmetal. Mustang had grown very used to this routine during the past year, and he'd recently started to enjoy it very much. He put his hands together, fingers entwining in amusement. He was going to really enjoy this. Smirk in place, he lent back further into his chair.

"Enter, Fullmetal." Ed twitched in annoyance, almost slipping over the small lake forming underneath him. "How did he know it was me?" He couldn't stand Mustang just knowing things like that…

"Are you coming in, Fullmetal? Or must I come out and get you?" he added emphasis on the second question for the pure enjoyment of seeing Ed kick off. Almost inevitably the door was thrashed open and in stepped Edward Elric, burning full of rage. Mustang raised an eyebrow as the half-drowned teen stomped over to his desk, slamming a package of sodden reports down.

"Been swimming, Ed?" He asked, with amusement in his eyes. He just loved the way Ed reacted to his teasing and name-calling.

"No. I just walked through a storm so I could deliver these to you, now I'll be going." Ed growled, turning his back to the smug colonel and heading towards the door.

"Aww, how sweet. Your devotion touches me, Fullmetal. Really it does, but just look at the mess you've made!"

"Mess? What mess!" Ed said innocently, avoiding looking down. Mustang laughed evilly, getting out of his chair and making his way towards the fleeing blonde. He positioned himself behind the Ed, leaning down so he could whisper into the younger man's ear.

"Look down…" the cold air played against Ed's ear, and the words sent a shiver down his already frozen spine. He gulped and slowly allowed his gaze to hit the floor. A small stream of muddy water ran from the door to Ed's current position. Choking a laugh, Ed pulled his eyes away from the floor and into the twin pools of onyx chaos.

"Heh heh… yeah… I'll sort that out later – okay?"

"Oh no, you'll do it now. Do you know what Hawkeye's like when she finds stains!"

Ed shook his head.

"Its terrifying, absolutely terrifying… First she makes us all line up against the wall, then questions us all individually until one of us cracks. She uses bright lights and everything! Hurry up and get rid!" He pulled a rather disheveled-looking rag out of a nearby draw and tossed it towards the less than pleased teen.

"I'm still wet, you know?" Ed said, still shivering in his wet garments. Surely the colonel wasn't this heartless?

"Your problem, not mine." Or maybe he was.

Ed sighed; he'd attempted to soak up all the puddle but ended up making even more mess. After about an hour of mindless rubbing, his head began to throb and Mustang's office became very warm. He'd already removed his jacket and would have gratefully removed his tank top, however a pair of prying eyes put him off the idea. They'd been watching him all the time, never distracted, just firmly placed on him. Ed unconsciously blushed. "Damn Mustang! I'll get him back for this!" he muttered, coughing towards the end of the sentence. Mustang got up from behind his desk and stood before Ed. He pulled his face in disgust at Ed's pathetic excuse of a cleaning job.

"You call THAT clean?"

"Hey – its as clean as its gonna get! Can I go now? Its really warm in here!" Ed whined quickly hoisting himself up.

"Warm? Feels fine to me, Fullmetal."

"Its too hot for me, way too hot… can I just go?" Ed pleaded, beginning to feel really unbalanced stood up. Mustang stood silent, secretly concerned.

"No, you're staying here."

"WHAT!" Ed lost his balance and fell into Mustang's arms, much to his embarrassment. He felt surprisingly comfortable in them, the strong grasp supporting his lightweight. Mustang's scent floated into Ed's mind, hazing over his thoughts and causing him to feel much lighter. His head relaxed against the Colonel's chest, while his arms fell limply by his sides. Mustang peered down in confusion at the semi-conscious alchemist, shaking him gently for signs of life.

"Ed?" he said, clearly worried. He felt the blonde's forehead, and withdrew his hand hastily as a burning sensation spread across his hand. He bent down, and tilted Ed's chin upwards towards his view. "Are you alright?" The heat was intensifying and Ed drifted off into a feverish daze. He could feel the summons of sleeping luring him in, his eyelids flickered and his vision blurred. The faint murmurings of Mustang's voice were enveloped by the shrill ringing tone filling Ed's ears. He curled up further into Mustang's arms, willing the pain away.

Tightening his hold on Ed's limp form, Roy Mustang frantically dialed the number for the military medic, stressing to them the importance of speed. He watched Edward's suffering face twitch and flinch in pain – he looks even more adorable in pain…

Pausing for a second to reflect on his last thought, Roy pushed a stray strand of hair away from Ed's face. How he hated to see those golden orbs so lifeless…

The door blasted open, and in poured the entire medic team. Ed was suddenly pulled from his warm sanctuary and Roy from his entanglement of thoughts as the team hauled Ed onto a stretcher on off to the sick ward. Roy was left alone in his office, lost again amidst his thoughts. Although he had come to a certain realization…

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