Hey people of the internet! Here I am with my first FMA fanfic! YAY! I wasnt going to write anything until after my exams but this came up anyway. My friend introduced me to something and I was like "What the heck? I could do better!" and so here i am in attempt to do just that. My only request is that you reveiw with everything you got! Here you go...
~I do not own FMA, sadly. but i would try if that meant that I owned Mustang....

Roy Mustang stood at the river's edge watching the light dance across the water. It had rained that day. Actually, it had rained all week. It felt good to be outside again. He couldn't stay inside, the memories of the all too recent events made the office unbearable. He couldn't function without being reminded of the empty place. Even though the promotions in his team had been dealt with to fill the empty rank, the room was still empty. And after the battle, it would never be the same again.

***Flashback***

The smell of gun powder was lingering in the air as the sounds of gunfire were slicing through the air. Colonel Mustang stepped out of the tent with his team following closely behind. He was flanked by Lieutenant Hawkeye directly on his right and Second Lieutenant Havoc on his left with the rest falling into rank and step behind. It felt natural, as if it was just another day in the office. The team had their weapons drawn and Mustang pulled his gloves on. They were thankfully on the offense in the battle now, but the battle was just about to get rough.

Mustang looked around the ruins of the town that the battle was outside of. There weren't very many options, but he found what he needed. There was one building still standing with a vantage point that only a skilled shooter would be able to fire out of with clear, precise shots. Thankfully, he had one that could help to give cover as they tried to go towards the front lines so that he could have a clear line of fire.

Colonel Mustang turned to the Lieutenant and nodded at the run down building to the west of them, "Lieutenant Hawkeye, go up there and give us cover."

Hawkeye looked back at him, her eyes seeming hesitant to leave, "Sir, I don't know if the building is the safest place. I am sure that the cadets up there can give us cover…"

Mustang chuckled, "I never thought that you would ever worry about your own safety."

"It's not my safety, sir," Hawkeye corrected, "I just am thinking about…"

"Go," he said smiling, "That's an order." This time the Lieutenant didn't argue. She clicked her heels together and saluted, "Best of luck to you in battle sir."

He saluted back, "Don't worry, this battle is just wrapping up. Just do me a favor and don't get hurt, and I will do the same." With that, he turned back towards the battle field. "And don't forget to watch my back while I try and get close enough."

He led his men towards the front lines of the battle. That was his only complaint about being the Flame Alchemist. He had to be a little too close for comfort to the battle in order to be of any help. That was why he kept the best team, so that he wouldn't have to worry about them stabbing him in the back.

After about half an hour, Roy was becoming tired. Somehow the enemy was having an easy time at avoiding his attack. But now there was a small break in the cross fire. Roy took the second to catch his breath and looked at his team. They too seemed exhausted, but ready to keep their leader safe.

Warrant Officer Falman looked at the Colonel, "Sir, we are ready to move when you do."

"You are right," The Colonel sighed, "Strike it quickly and you'll end it quickly too," he reminded himself. He stood from his crouched position. They ran across the field without stopping. Whenever an enemy soldier came up to attack, as soon as they were in range to hit the team, they would be knocked dead by what appeared to be an invisible shooter. Roy couldn't help but smile; this was one of the reasons why he loved having the Lieutenant on the team.

Quickly they infiltrated the enemy lines thank to the "hawk's eyes". As soon as they cleared the middle of the field, the fire started to soar once more. Roy could hear the enemy shouting orders in a language that he didn't know, but he could hear the panic. He didn't take time to think; he just acted on his orders and snapped.

After what seemed like five minutes right on the enemy lines, Roy was starting to think the end truly was near. Thanks to Hawkeye getting rid of any threat that the rest of the team couldn't, he was able to shoot off flames left and right. But suddenly the urgent shouts changed in sound. They seem to be more direct. And the enemy soldiers were now pointing back across the fields.

"Sir," Havoc called over the shouting, "It's a cannon!"

Mustang turned and saw what Havoc was talking about. The enemy had now loaded a bomb into a cannon. Roy's eyes followed the imaginary path that he was formulating in his head of where the bomb would land. "No… it…" he muttered to himself as he rethought the trajectory of the cannon.

Just then he whipped around just in time to see an enemy soldier lunge at him. At the same time he heard the whiz of the cannon as the bomb was flung into the air towards the Amestrian camp. Just before Roy could get his hand out of his pocket, the attacker fell, with a bullet in his head. The sound of the bomb making impact split through the battle.

Colonel Mustang looked down at the newly killed enemy. He turned to Havoc with a puzzled expression on his face. Havoc answered the question before his commanding officer could ask it, "Hawkeye, sir."

Mustang smiled, he owed his Lieutenant another thank you. Just then he remembered what he was doing when he was distracted. The bomb, the cannon, the line of trajectory…

Roy spun on his heels and gasped in pure horror. Without thinking he ran back towards the camp as fast as he possibly could despite the shouts of protest from his team. This couldn't be happening. It was next to impossible. The building that was hit wasn't the one he had ordered his Subordinate into. It wasn't the building that was on fire. It wasn't true. Hawkeye was not in that building.

Just as he got about half way across the field, he heard his heart break. He stopped in shock as he watched the burning building collapse in a deafening roar. Mustang sunk to his knees in agony as he helplessly watched the slow movement and the building folded into itself without any resistance, killing all hope that Riza Hawkeye survived.

Then, something over took him. The Flame Alchemist stood and turned towards the enemy lines. He raised his trembling hand and snapped. The largest flame that he had ever issued overtook the enemy lines. It shot skyward and fell back on the enemy, incinerating everything in its path. He let it burn and watched as the flames licked over the land.

After a moment he found the strength and stood. Havoc, Fuery, Breda and Falman didn't move, they were still staring in shock at the flames that the alchemist had just thrown at the enemy on one side of the field and the fallen building on the other.

He walked numbly back to the camp. No one said anything to him. He came to his superior, Brigadier General Mya. The General held out his hands offering something to the Colonel and muttered, "I am sorry, Colonel."

Mustang looked down at what the General was handing him and his eyes swelled up with tears. It was Hawkeye's pistol.

Roy took it not saying anything, afraid that his voice would fail him. The general understood, "You and your men are dismissed."

"Thank you…" was all Roy Mustang could say. He turned and walked back to his tent and closed the flap. No one saw him until they were ready to move out the next day.

***End Flashback***

That was how it had happened. When they came back, the entire team was promoted to fill the empty rank. Havoc was now the Lieutenant. Havoc had actually tried to turn it down, but Mustang had pushed. "I can't have anyone else be in that role. You have it. I want you there."

"But Sir," Havoc had said looking at the floor, "I don't want to take her place."

"She would want us to keep moving," Mustang had told him, "Just because some of us fall, doesn't mean that we can just stop moving. Eventually we will meet up with each other again." It had been hard to say even then, but Roy Mustang had to be strong.

Colonel Mustang looked up to the sky. He held her gun in his hands while he was sitting on the bank. She had once said when they were drinking that this was her favorite place and he could see why. The way that the sun's golden rays hit the water making it sparkle was just breath taking. It reminded him of her eyes for some reason.

He stood and approached the river's edge looking at the gun that had protected her as well as him many times.

"Riza," he chocked at the name, "I am so sorry. I never meant for you to leave me like this." He was trying not to cry, "I thought that you would always be with me. But I was naïve, we are soldiers in war. " He stopped, trying to find his voice again. "Ha..Havoc, didn't want to take the role of Lieutenant on the team. But I told him that's what you would want. That is what you would want, right?"

The words were becoming harder to find "And… Black Hayate is staying with me. I hope you don't mind, but you know me and dogs…"

He couldn't do this any longer, the tears were already starting to swell in his eyes. He looked down at the gun, and took the bullets out and put them in his pocket, "I hope you don't mind, but I wouldn't want this to harm someone." With that he tossed the gun into the river and watched it flow downstream until the current swallowed it up.

Roy Mustang turned away, and the tears started to fall. He laughed, "Hey Riza, Did I tell you that it's been raining every day since you left?"

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