Hello again. I'll try keep it short so I dont bore y'all. This is an idea I've been playing around with for a while now but cause I couldnt really put it together, I just couldnt get it down on paper. So here I am, in whats probably gonna be a shambled attempt. I'd appreciate your support. Please?

This is a little short, but I'm working on it. Please R+R, it really does keep me going. K? :)

SPOILERS! This follows after CoS so expect them. This allows follows after my story "Letting Go". I dont think its essential YET but it will play a role later on. It will also explain why Hawkeye has short hair.

DISCLAIMER: They arent mine, I'm borrowing (coughandtorturingcough) for entertainment purposes only

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The sun hung bright in the sky, as per usual for Central, but a distant cloud hung on the edge of the city and, as per usual, it was making the Flame Alchemist uneasy. His ever faithful Lieutenant/ recently aquired girlfriend kept catching him glancing out the window.

"Stop it."

"I'm not doing anything."

"You keep staring out of the window."

"Its going to rain." He sounded gloomy.

"I brought an umbrella."

"What would I do without you?"

"I dread to think sir." They shared a smirk across the desks which the others tried to ignore. After everything the pair had been through though, it was nice to see that they could freely share even the tiniest moment together now that the fraternization laws had been abolished. Happy Hawkeye also meant not getting shot at. As frequently.

Breda sucked in a deep breath of air before stretching and declaring that he was hungry.

"You're always hungry Breda."

"Shove it Havoc." Catching the not so subtle eye movements, Falman too decided he was hungry, dragging a clueless Fuery in tow. Mustang stretched in his chair, hearing the faint crack of his spine.

"How convient? We appear to be alone Lieutenant."

"A very astute observation General. Have you finished your morning paperwork?"

"I've been scribbling for the last fifteen minutes." He strolled over to her where she was placing the last of the papers in order. Her newly shortened hair made it easy to place a gentle kiss at the joint of her head and neck. She squirmed uncharacteristically.

"Knock it off, we're at work."

"No one else is here."

"I'm hungry and you're buying Pyro." Mustang looked playfully insulted.

"You spoil my fun and call me names and expect me to pay for your lunch?" With a smile on her face, she pecked his lips once.

"Pretty much yeah." He scowled for a moment until she kissed him again. "Come on, before Breda eats all the lasagne again."

"Right, cause its the best thing ever."

"It beats the casserole they attempted last time."

"Anything beats the casserole."

They walked in their usual fashion, with Mustang always a step infront. Though pretty much everyone in Central knew or had an idea that they were an official couple, their usual stance felt more natural, him the superior, her watching his back.

The bright light came from nowhere and if hadnt been for her scream, he would probably never have noticed that anything was wrong.

She stood, pinned in a star formation while surrounded by the light.

"But thats...Riza! RIZA!" The light intensified immensely, temperarely binding him. What greeted him when he regained his sight was even more astounding. The figure now laying on the floor before him was not Riza Hawkeye.

"Alphonse?"