Disclaimer: I own nothing, I hope you enjoy! Any time you see the line I use it for a scene change. Sorry for any spelling mistakes! I only own the new characters I created. Such as Angelica Hughes and Leah Blackwater. Please review! If you like slow building love stories this is for you!

EDIT: I resubmitted this chapter. There is no Leah Blackwater, I replaced her with Gracia. I'm not super knowledgeable in the world of FMAB, but I decided this takes place AFTER the war with Ishval, I want to say a year or two after, that's not particularly important. ENJOY! PLEASE REVIEW, I've already written out chapter two, just need to type it up!

Chapter One: Checks and Balances

Maybe he would fall asleep easier if he were lying on his side. He turned, closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. No luck. Maybe his left side would feel more comfortable. He flipped over. He listened to the radiator crackle in the corner of the room. He sighed; this wasn't any better. Perhaps he should lie on his back again? Knees bent, legs straight, one leg bent the other straight, reversed, then crossed. It was useless. Onto his stomach. He wrapped his arms around his pillow. Hmm. This might work. He buried his head into his pillow as if it was her chest. He tightened his arms around the waist of the pillow. No. Stop. His once dreary eyes were now wide opened. An aching feeling started to settle in his stomach. If he thought he was having trouble before, any hope of sleeping now was completely useless.

He sat up and rubbed his haggard face. He looked at the clock 4:53 am. He yawned; man was he tired. He had had a rough week. There had been some illegal smuggling on the Eastern boarder for some time now and Mustang and his team was slowly working through the grapevine of miscreants to their head honcho. Unfortunately, once the whereabouts of their leader was known, Mustang and his team failed to subdue him. He was a storm alchemist. The storm alchemist had made it rain so hard you would barely see. Mustang's Alchemy was rendered useless and the team was practically firing bind. Thankfully no one was injured on account of the storm alchemist being a complete coward. After ten minutes of torrential downpour and aimless shooting, the weather cleared up. Eagerly, the military men scanned the area for their culprit, but he was nowhere to be found. He fled. The coward didn't even put up a fight. Mustang then had to report to Central to, embarrassingly, account the mission. He and his team were back at square one. Unfortunately more paperwork had to be done before they could move forward with their case – which didn't help Mustang's mood.

The fail of this mission further pained Mustang because this was his first mission since he had been promoted to Colonel. He was promoted at the end of September. He was also given the privilege to appoint his first Lieutenant – which he did without hesitation. A week after his promotion he was given this grueling case. The mission had been passed around like hot potato among the more senior Colonels until it was eventually plopped on Mustang's lap and there was no way he could refuse.

It was now towards the end of December, how much longer would this case take? At this point, he now fully understood why the more senior members passed on this case. Smugglers were like snakes – invisible snakes.

In addition to all of this, his first Lieutenant was absent this week. It is required for newly appointed Lieutenants to participate in a performance review at the end of the first term. At first, Mustang didn't really mind, sure it would be quite boring filling out paperwork at the end of the day without her being there, but nothing he couldn't handle. However, now, at the end of this wreck of a week, he wished, more than anything, to have his first Lieutenant by his side. Maybe if she were facing the storm alchemist she would have had a better eye to shoot him? She was a much better shot than the rest of the team. And even if that weren't the case, it would have been just nicer to have her around. Make this bad week a little more bearable.

Perhaps that was why he was having a hard time sleeping. It was Friday – well, technically Saturday morning – and Hawkeye would be coming back today. I mean, he was happy to see her, ya know, to find out how the performance review went, nothing more, of course.

Later today would also be Hughes' Christmas party. Hughes has always thrown the Christmas party at his place. And every year Mustang tried to weasel his way out of it one way or another. Hughes, however, always manages to drag him there somehow. Although, this year Mustang had a legitimate excuse to not go: "As a Colonel, I should not be fraternizing with my subordinates,". Hughes was rendered silent for a moment before hysterically laughing; "Shut up!" was his response before leaving the room so Mustang could not reason any further.

Mustang sighed, he had a few more hours to kill before he had to report to work in the morning. He figured he might as well continue trying to fall asleep.

Before his promotion Mustang used to have Saturdays off, but now, as a Colonel, he only gets every other Sunday off. He didn't realize just how much more paperwork was involved with this position. He was also required to review his team's paperwork. Although most of the time he would just skim it and sigh at the bottom. In addition, there were also conference meetings every first and last Monday of the month (unless excused on account of a mission), which were mandatory. Colonels were also required to oversee Cadet training once a month and, if you wanted to make a good impression on the higher ups, in July you could volunteer to help with the application process of the new recruits. Mustang wasn't sure if that was something he wanted to participate in, but that was months away.

Mustang idly sipped his cup of coffee as he made his way into the office room. He sat down at his desk and sighed, the pile of paper that sat before him was about two inches thick. He rubbed his face, the sooner he could get this done the sooner he'd finish. It was going to be a lot harder to get his work done without his team sitting in the room with him, keeping him company. He grabbed the first packet of paper that was held together by a blue paperclip. It was Havoc's report of his week's work – including their failed mission. Havoc's handwriting was definitely the worst of everyone in his team. In the middle of readying Havoc's report, he heard the door. He looked up to see who walked in.

"Ah, good morning, Lieutenant," Mustang sipped his coffee, trying to appear casual. Although he was sure that the Lieutenant could not hear his rapid heartbeat.

" Good morning, sir," She started walking towards his desk.

" What are you doing here so early? I didn't think you'd be coming back until later?"

" Would you like me to come back later?" Mustang choked on his coffee. Hawkeye shifted her gaze to the window behind Mustang's desk. What was with that comment? Was she teasing him? Mustang surveyed her appearance. She was as stoic as ever, her face neutral and void of emotion.

Mustang chuckled slightly, "Don't be silly," at that moment Hawkeye placed a stack of paper on his desk next to the stack he already had; Mustang's face fell, "What's this?"

" It's my report on my performance review," she clasped her hands behind her back, " I was told you are required to read it and sign off on it."

He sighed, Great more paperwork, he thought, " Of course I am. I'll get right to it."

" I mean it, sir," she gave him a stern look, " You have to read it, not just skim it," she tapped her fingers on the stack she just presented to him.

" Skim it? I would never do that," Although Mustang's face looked rather guilty.

" I know you skim our reports, Colonel," She folded her arms, Mustang's face fell once again.

" What? But how -?"

" Well, first of all, you finish 'reading' these much too quickly –"

" – I'm a fast reader –"

" – Second of all, I tested you,"

" You 'tested me'?" He leaned back in his chair, his fingered laced together and his chin rested on them; mild curiosity filled his eyes.

" In on of my reports, " she explained, " I wrote a sentence that was completely out of place. It was incredibly random and if you were thoroughly reading it, you would have, without a doubt, caught it," There was a lull.

Mustang narrowed his eyes, " Oh really?" She's bluffing, he thought, " It surprises me you would so something like that, Lieutenant, with a crystal clean military record such as yours, I can't imagine why you would want to have it tarnished by a careless mistake on your reports."

" And if a careless mistake on a report comes to light, it falls on your shoulders because you are suppose to be rereading them." Mustang blushed out of a combination of embarrassment and frustration, "So, I'm telling you, Colonel, read this, all of it," she locked eyes with his.

The Colonel scoffed, " Look who's barking orders, aren't you suppose to be my subordinate?"

" I am your Lieutenant, sir, "she snapped back, a flicker of anger spread across her face, " You and I are a team of equals, something you have been adamant about since day one – "

" – Lieutenant, I – " he messed up.

" A Colonel and a Lieutenant are a system of checks and balances. Clearly you are slacking off on your papers; just because you've been promoted to Colonel, it does not give you the right to become cocky. Paperwork is not 'beneath you' and you shouldn't treat it as such. In fact, paperwork has been elevated in its importance just like every other task you do now as a Colonel," The more she talked, the anger in her voice subsided and was now speaking in a firm, but neutral voice, " I heard about what happened with the smuggling case. Our failure was not due to the leader being storm alchemist; it was due to your impatience – just like your impatience to properly complete your paperwork."

Mustang at first felt sorry, he had labeled her as nothing more than a 'subordinate' when he knew she was much, much more; but now, frustration filled his heart. How could she stand there are talk to him like that? Call him a slacker, cocky and impatient? "I will take care of your paperwork, you are dismissed, Lieutenant," he said briskly.

A brief look of surprise came over Hawkeye's face, was she too harsh? Had she had crossed a line? No. Her face fell to neutral once again, she had said what she needed to say. She clicked her heels and saluted him, "Sir," He gave her a brief nod. She left the office and closed the door behind her with a little too much force.

Mustang got up out of his chair, coffee in hand he walked to the window. He placed his forehead on the windowpane and sighed. He would admit he wasn't taking his paperwork seriously. It was probably the most tedious aspect of being in the military, recording a log of every single thing you've done at the end of the day – everyday. Most days, the reports were boring, but when there's mission he would have to make sure that the reports lined up with each other. For exampled, if Mustang ordered Havoc to do something, he would have to record it in his report. If another officer had overheard this interaction but saw Havoc not carry out the order or do something different, this would come off as suspicious on Havoc's end, Mustang's end, and the witnessing officer's end. Everyone's report had to make sense with each other.

Involuntarily Mustang groaned because he knew that that was what's to come with this week's paperwork – reviewing the smuggling case. He sighed, was Hawkeye right? Was he too impatient with the case? Although how could she make such a statement? She wasn't even there!

" Hey there Roy!" in barged Hughes, loud and cheerful as ever, startling the poor Colonel.

" I don't know If you're aware, Maes, but there's this trend called 'knocking', it's something you do before entering a room," Hughes furrowed his eyebrows.

" I think you put a little too much sass in your coffee today, Mustang," Mustang turned to look at his friend, " Oh – Damn, Roy, you look beat!" Mustang pinched the bridge of his nose.

" I didn't get much sleep last night."

" Yea I can tell."

" I've also got a mound of paperwork to deal with," he gestured to the stacks on his desk, " On top of that, I think I offended my first Lieutenant."

" Huh? What happened?"

" I called her my 'subordinate' in a demeaning way…"

" Hmm," Hughes pondered, " I'm not surprised, she does strike me as more of a dominant type – "

" I said 'demeaning' not 'sexual', you moron!" Mustang growled, his face turning red. Hughes laughed, but before he could think of another witty response, Mustang cleared his throat and said: "She was giving me instructions and I basically suggested that she had no right – given that she's under me, "Hughes gave him a cheeky grin that said it all, "Hierarchically speaking –I - In military position terms!"

"Of course you are!" Hughes winked; Mustang rolled his eyes. The Colonel then noticed that Hughes wasn't wearing his uniform.

" You have the day off? What are you doing here?"

" Well, I came here to see you, to, once again, charm you into coming to my Christmas party," Mustang sighed and slumped in his chair, " Actually, on my way here I found out something that would convince you to come, but given what you just told me I don't know if it'll be quite as effective as I had originally hoped, " Hughes rubbed the back of his neck.

" What is it Maes?" Mustang's voice sounded annoyed. He cupped his tired head in his hand.

" Well, on my way up I ran into Lieutenant Hawkeye, she said she would be coming."

" What?" Mustang's eyes lit up, Hawkeye, although had always been invited, has never gone to Maes' Christmas party, "Doesn't she usually take the rest of her vacation days during this time to see her family?"

" Yes, well, apparently, the week that she usually saves up for Christmas was technically already used up for her performance review."

" Are you serious?" Mustang furrowed his eyebrows, "What kind of vacation if that? That's entirely unfair," Hughes shrugged.

" I agree," a pause, " So will you come?"

" Given what just transpired," Mustang sighed, " Lieutenant Hawkeye's presence gives me more of a reason to not go –"

" – Oh C'mon, Roy, you can't –"

" – I'm sure she would want to have a good time, I'm not going to show up and ruin it for her –"

" – Now hear me out, Mustang –"

" Hughes, I –"

" Shut it, Roy! Now consider this:" Hughes ran a hand through his short brown hair, " Don't you think she would have declined to come if she wanted to avoid you? As much as you make a fuss about not wanting to go to this thing, you always show up anyway, and she's very well aware of that, " he paused, " Besides don't you think by avoiding her now it'll just make things more obviously awkward? So you two had a little disagreement, big deal, it's happened before. Come over, have a couple of drinks, you'll make up and be back to being the two annoying peas in a pod like you guys always are, okay? So just come," As Hughes went on his little speech he slowly made his way out of the office, closing the door so Mustang couldn't respond.

" I –" the door then slammed back open.

" Oh! I also want you to meet my new girlfriend! I'm tellin' you man, she's definitely the one! Okay-I'll-see-you-later-the-party-starts-around-eight!" Hughes popped in as quickly as he popped back out.

Mustang sighed, grabbing hold of Havoc's paperwork once more. Maybe Hughes was right, he should go, if she didn't want to see him, she would've just declined. Hell, she could've lied about her vacation being taken away and just stayed home with her dog. Mustang shook himself. No. He should go to the Christmas party, they're not in high school there was no need to be behaving like this: 'Oh no, Hawkeye's mad at me, that means I can't go to the party!' – No, they were both adults, Mustang could go to the party if he very well wanted to and it'd be fine. Besides, there would be enough people there to avoid her if he needed to and certainly enough alcohol to subdue his nerves.

Mustang didn't show up at Mae's apartment until around 9. He knew he would be getting an earful from Hughes about it – but hey, he did show up. The reason why he was late was because he actually read every single one of his team's reports. It took him forever, editing here and there, writing up afterthoughts at the end of their papers. He was glad to see that his team had taken their paperwork seriously; they were all well written and very descriptive. It seemed that only Lieutenant Hawkeye had picked up on him half-assing his reviews.

After reading his team's individual accounts of what happened on the day they tried to capture the smuggler's leader, he had found that maybe he was too impatient with this case. And most of his team didn't hesitant to mention that; 'The Colonel was quick to command 'open fire'', 'Instead of sending a representative to negotiate with the leader, Colonel Mustang had us storm the area', ' It would have been more lucrative to have had the area surrounded instead of all of us charging from one side'. A knot grew in his stomach as he read these kinds of comments. And it wasn't like his team was trying to sabotage him; they were simply being honest. Not only was he impatient in handling this mission, but he was also incredibly careless – someone could have easily gotten hurt under the conditions they were in – no officer would ever consider firing blind as an appropriate choice of action.

Mustang didn't bother knocking he just let himself in. Nobody was in the foyer, but he could hear many people laughing and chatting away in the living room. Mustang took off his coat it in the closet. He treat Hughes' house like his own and Hughes did the same at his. He was dressed formally, black slacks, white button down shirt, forest green vest (for the Christmas spirit) and a black tie. He smoothed out his vest and straightened his tie before entering the living room.

" Roy my boy you came!" Hughes spotted him immediately. Mustang chuckled a little, "Here, take this!"

Mustang was handed a beer, " Are you already drunk, Maes? Didn't this party only start an house ago?"

" Year, well, I've been drinking since five, so, whatever," Maes was wearing some jeans and a hideous Christmas sweater, it had millions of snowflakes, lights, present and right in the middle was a goofy looking Santa Clause face.

"Hey there, stranger," Mustang turned to see someone else had approached him.

" Oh, uh, hello, Angelica," She leaned her face up to kiss him on the cheek. Forgetting himself, he faltered with the return and accidently brushed his lips on her jaw as she pulled away. After being in the military for so long, he always found himself forgetting normal social interactions such as this, that just were part of his daily repertoire.

She chuckled politely at his expense, "How have you been, Roy?"

Mustang cleared his throat, trying to compose himself, " I've been well, and you?"

" Oh, I've been quite well," she flashed him her very charming smile. Maes stood there watching the two of them lie to each other. He found their awkward false pleasantries amusing and also somewhat sad, "Maes tells me that you've been rather busy, hope they're not working you too hard!"

" It's nothing I can't handle," Mustang rubbed the back of his neck and gave a lopsided smile.

"Well, it seems like you two have some catching up to do!" Hughes elbowed Mustang in the ribs, " don't forget to take care of that beer, alright?" Mustang rolled his eyes as Hughes hopped away singing along to 'Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree' that was playing in the background. A moment of awkward silence passed before Mustang picked up the conversation again.

" So, how's the bakery? Are you enjoying being manager?"

She sighed, but still wore a pleasant expression on her face, "Well, you know I love much job and I have excellent co-workers, but none of them are able to work full time, so I've yet to find an assistant manager," Her thin eyebrows stitched together, "80 hours a week is starting to wear me out, "Mustang took a large swig of his beer, "… but you know, 'it's nothing I can't handle'," She winked at him.

Mustang smiled, but internally he though Damn, not again! Over the summer Mustang was introduced to Angelica (Hughes' cousin) with the intention of being fixed up for each other. It was Hughes' idea, he figured his best friend and beloved cousin were both lonely, attractive people that could use one another's company. It was nice for a while, they went on dates, had sex often – it was incredibly relaxing to fall asleep next to someone. But as time moved on, it became more and more apparent to Mustang that she was nothing more than a distraction; someone to fill the void. And it was during the month of September that he remembered why he was so opposed to meeting Angelica in the first place. He knew she would never be 'the one' in his eyes, in addition he was absolutely awful at break-ups. Luckily for Mustang, he was promoted to Colonel when things starting becoming uncomfortable for him – this gave him the perfect excuse: " I'm sorry, but I need to focus on my career, I know I wouldn't have enough time for you—or 'us'. You deserve better."

As generic as that sounded, it was true. There were plenty o tears on her end, false promises of continued friendship and keeping in touch, he had even had the stupidity to say 'maybe someday' and as soon as he said that he regretted it immediately - the look of hope that lit in her watery eyes made him feel like a complete ass. And now, here she was – winking at him, teasing him, with that same look of hope in her emerald green eyes the day he had ended it with her.

" Hey-y everyone!" The majority of people in the room turned too see that Havoc had arrived. A few greetings were thrown his way as he entered, six pack in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

" Hello there, Colonel," Havoc placed the cigarette behind his ear and shook Mustang's hand. Havoc was dressed somewhat formally, but a bit more festive than Mustang was, black slacks, red button down shirt, black best and a green tie that was slightly loosened at the neck.

" Hello, Havoc, good to see you," Havoc then noticed the redhead standing next to them.

" Why hello there, miss, who might you be?" Mustang refrained from rolling his eyes – not wanting to appear jealous in from of Angelica.

" I'm Angelica Hughes, Mae's cousin," Havoc gingerly grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles.

" Hughes never mentioned he had such an attractive cousin!" Angelica blushed slightly, " Lieutenant Jean Havoc, pleasure to meet you," Havoc flashed a toothy smile , Angelica stole a glance at Mustang to see if Havoc's flirtatious greeting warranted a reaction. She was disappointed to see Roy's nonchalant attitude as he took a final swig of his beer.

"Oh the pleasure's all mine," there was something seductive at Angelica's voice when she said that. Mustang had to hold in a laugh – she was trying to make him jealous, how cute! Havoc received her flirtatious tone like a puppy would to a bone; his blue eyes lighting up.

" Hey, looked like you're about done with that, Mustang," Havoc replaced his empty beer with a new one from his sex pack, " These are Mae's favorite, Guinness Bitter! If I don't give you one now, Maes will surely drink all of them."

" He might want to slow it down, he's pretty drunk at the moment," Mustang informed him as he twisted off the bottle cap.

" Ha- really? Excellent," Havoc then turned to Angelica, " I'm gonna put the rest of these in the fridge, I'll catch you later," He winked and she smiled sheepishly.

Mustang followed Havoc with his gaze as he made his way through the crowd of people. He took a detour and headed for the fireplace to two ladies that were chatting away with their wine. He recognized the woman facing him as Sargent Malcolm. She had shot black hair and was wearing a simple knee-length black dress with what look like a red and pink floral pattern. Mustang was always more thrown seeing female officers out of uniform than the men.

Mustang couldn't recognize the women with her back facing him. She had blond hair, a little longer than shoulder length. She was wearing a red wine colored dress, the sleeves coming down to her elbows and see-through black shale draped around her shoulders. Her feet stood in little black flats.

Havoc greeted Malcolm with a kiss on the cheek and then turned to the blond woman to do the same. It was then he was able to catch her profile and in doing so chocked on his beer ("Are you okay?" came from Angelica in the middle of her rambling on about her new dog which – according to her – would be Roy if he turned into one). There standing bu the fire place with Malcolm was Lieutenant Hawkeye. Hawkeye was not only in a dress but she was also wearing makeup! Not much but enough for Mustang to notice; her lips were a shade of dark red, not quite as dark as her dress, but not as bright as a firetruck. Her eyelids were outlined with black liner, graceful little tips resided at the corners; her eyes shadow was light if there was any.

Many people started to stare at Mustang – including Hawkeye, for he wasn't able to sequester his coughing attack.

"Roy, do you want me to get you some water?" Angelica placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. Mustangs face started turning pink after noticing all the eyes on him, especially a certain pair of brown ones.

" No, no ~cough~ I'll ~cough~ go get –"Mustang started making his way though the crowd into the kitchen – making sure not to look over at Hawkeye but knowing full well that she was looking at him.

Mustang stumbled his way into the kitchen interrupting Hughes' make-out session with his coughing fit. The women with short brown hair pulled away looking slightly embarrassed; Hughes, however, wore a cocky look on his face and affectionately held onto the girl tighter.

"C'mon, Mustang, way to cock-block!" Mustang ignored the comment and retreated to the corner cabinet to fetch a glass.

" Oh so this is Roy Mustang?" He hear the woman say as he coughed into his fist. He placed the Guinness on the counter as he filled up his glass with water.

" The one and only!" Hughes announced, then noticing the Guinness he let go of the woman he was holding and grabbed the beer, "Hey! Where did you get this?"

Mustang chugged the glass of water. Relieved that his coughing fit was over, he cleared his throat and said, " Havoc brought some, there's plenty of it, but I told him you might need to slow down, " Mustang wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

" Slow down? Please, I'm fine!" Hughes adjusted his glasses that were slightly askew – as if trying to don a more sober appearance, " Hey, Mustang, this is my girl, Gracia!" Hughes gestured to Gracia to come over to properly meet Mustang.

" Nice to meet you Roy," They shook hands.

" Nice to meet you too," Mustang have a weak smile and then address Hughes with a more irritated tone, " How come you didn't tell me that Angelica was going to be here?"

" Oh please, she's my cousin, of course I'm gonna invite her," Hughes took a swig of Mustang's beer before placing it back on the counter, "I invited her here last year, don't you remember?"

" No. Not at all."

There was a moment of confusion on Hughes' face before remembering what had happened the year before, "Ha- ho! That's right of course you don't remember!" Hughes then turned to Gracia to clarify, " This guy got completely black-out drunk last year; he went around re-introducing himself to every lady at the party as 'Roy Must-bang!'" Mustang's face was growing redder and redder as Gracia started to laugh, " I've got tons of other blackmail on this guy; unfortunately, however, I also had to take care of his sorry ass – puking until all hours of the morning and sleeping on my couch almost all of the next day, " Hughes swung an arm around Mustang.

" Haven't seen him that gone since our cadet days!" Mustang crossed his arms and hid his face under one of his hands.

" Don't forget I have some stories about you too," Mustang gave a slight smile.

" Fair enough!" At the moment Havoc walked in, " Havoc! My man!" Hughes walked over and gave him a manly hug.

"Here ya go Maes, Happy Christmas!" Havoc handled him the remaining five beers of Gunnies Bitter.

" You are the best, Havoc, the absolute best!" Hughes put four beers in the fridge and took one for himself.

"What's so special about this beer anyway?" Mustang asked regarding his own bottle.

"'What's so special about it'?" Hughes was offended by Mustang's question, " Only that it's the best beer on the planet! The other thing about this beer is that it's hard to find. The closest place they sell it at is an hour and a half away!" Hughes swung an arm around Havoc, beaming like an idiot, " Good old Jean, you didn't have to drive all that way man!"

" Ha-ha, it was no problem, really… how about in exchange you put in a good word for me with your cousin?" It was then that Mustang noticed a little red streak on one of Havoc's cheeks. A mark left by Hawkeye's kiss no doubt. For some reason this made Mustang's blood boil. Then a strange thought came to him: Should he kiss Hawkeye once the got around to greeting her? Was that appropriate? Especially since their last encounter wasn't exactly pleasant? He had kissed Angelica – a former romantic interest, so that was appropriate. He shook Havoc's hand, however Havoc greeted Maes with a hug. Gracia, he never met before so a handshake makes sense. Havoc had kissed Hawkeye and Malcolm. Maybe he could get away with kissing Hawkeye if he had also kissed Malcolm? Then again, he was hardly an acquaintance with Sargent Malcolm – he didn't even know her first name. No. No kiss, he decided. It wasn't appropriate. Besides, why should this even be an issue?

"Pardon me, folk, I'm going to greet the rest of the party," Mustang grabbed his Guinness and left the kitchen.

'Jingle Bell Rock' was now playing in the living room when Mustang reentered. Looking over at the fireplace he noticed that Hawkeye wasn't there anymore; scanning the room he saw that she had made her way over to the Christmas tree. She was leaning her weight on one of her legs, her left hip popping out, she held her wine in her left hand while she cradled an ornament with her right – getting a better look at it.

" Hughes did a nice job with the tree, don't you think?" Hawkeye recognized the voice immediately and quickly changed her stance; posture straight, shoulders back, feet together, chest out, and she placed her fee hand behind her back, "At ease, Hawkeye," he teased. Her only evidence of relaxing was the slight drop of her shoulders.

" Good evening, Colonel," Her back continued to face him.

" Good evening, Lieutenant," he gave her a curt not - much more appropriate than a kiss. There was a lull, although Mustang didn't detect any tension – but the beer might be having a slight effect with that, "Maes always gets a little carried away with decorations if you ask me," Mustang gestured to the tree. It was lit with colorful lights, silver tinsel hung haphazardly off the branches and the tree was loaded with a combination of classically shinny orbs and goofy trinket-like ornaments. She didn't respond to his comment, simply more silence – was she still mad?

" Have you finished reading my report?" She asked. Mustang's face fell.

" Oh, c'mon, Hawkeye, enough about work, we're at a party!" He shifted uncomfortably as she turn her head slightly to shoot him a stern gaze, " … well to be honest, I didn't have a chance to even start your reports, I was too consumed with finishing the teams' first – which I did."

She turned back to look at the tree, her eyes made their way up to the very top. The star place there twinkled with a warm yellow light. She couldn't really be mad at him, he had done what she had complained to him to do, however: "You do realize, Colonel, that I cannot report back to duty until you've read and sign off on my performance review," Mustang raised his eyebrows at the statement. She finally turned to face him and in doing so, Mustang couldn't help but notice her dress's V-neck opening that exposed some of her chest – he quickly looked away.

" No, I wasn't aware of that," He cleared his throat, " I will finished your review tomorrow, I promise," Hawkeye took a sip of her wine, somewhat satisfied with his answer. Why is she being so cold? He thought irritated.

" Or…" A brilliant idea came to Mustang. He finished off his Guinness and said, "… or I could not finished it tomorrow and finish it, say, Wednesday?"

Hawkeye flashed him a look of disapproval, " Sir, that's ridiculous, why would you—"

" – Well, if you can't be on duty until after I've signed off on your review, you have no other choice but to go visit your family," Hawkeye fell silent and her expression soften.

" Sir, that would be an abuse of power – I cannot allow it."

" 'An abuse of power'? No, I don't think so," Mustang took a step closer to her – a risky move, he knew, but he was feeling confident, " I would be going over your papers at least a dozen times, have other Colonels take a look at it too, make sure that I've selected the perfect Lieutenant. I would be praised for my thoroughness – not be accused of abusing power," He glanced down at her chest again, not but to look at her breast (although maybe he did a little bit), but to look at the necklace resting just below her collarbone, a little charm of a white rose.

" Colonel, I appreciate what you're trying to do, but I don't think that would be considered appropriate."

" No offense, but it doesn't seem like you have much of a choice, Lieutenant," He tilted his head mockingly, "You could report me, I suppose, but something tells me you wouldn't do that," Hawkeye stitched her eyebrows together, " Think of it as your Christmas present, from me," Hawkeye narrowed her eye, "Please, Lieutenant, let me do this for you."

Hawkeye couldn't think of anything to say back. He had won. Mustang gave her his award-winning grin; Hawkeye sheepishly cast her eyes down in attempt to hide the slight smile that was forming on her lips, " Thank you, sir."

" You're more than welcomed, Lieutenant," She looked back up at him, her smile remaining on her face for a few more seconds before returning to her neutral no-nonsense expression. God, how had Mustang wished that smile lasted for a few seconds longer?

"Hey Fire Fingers, do you mind giving us a hand?" Mustang turned to see Hughes and Freuy fiddling with the fireplace, obviously unable to keep it alit.

"Alright, stand aside, men," Mustang pulled is alchemist glove out of his back pocket as he walked towards the fireplace. With a quick snap of his fingers, the fire began to roar before them.

" Oh my! That was amazing!"

" What an impressive handling of alchemy!"

" I agree, you must practice a lot!"

Mustang turned as he heard these comments made my three lovely bystanders. He recognized the blonde woman, Sophia, Hughes' neighbor. The other two were brunettes; one of them was rather short, maybe only standing at five foot, but still attractive, nonetheless. The other was probably as tall as Mustang, but appeared an inch or two taller on account of her heals. She had a more masculine built to her body.

" Is fire alchemy your specialty?" Asked the short one.

" Yes," Answered Sophia, " This is the man I was telling you girls about – Colonel Roy Must-ban-ah- Mustang, the Flame Alchemist," Mustang blush, seems like she remembers, he thought.

Luckily the other girls didn't notice the mishap, " A State Alchemist and a Colonel?" asked the tall one – her voice was on the huskier side, " That's quite impressive for someone as young as you."

" Oh, you flatter me, ladies," the alcohol had begun to bring out his more flirtatious, charming side, " And who might you two lovely ladies be?" His eyes sparkled at them.

" Oh, I'm sorry, where are my manners?" Sophia remarked, " These are my two good friends from college, Matilda," The taller one, " and Megan," then other.

" Well, it's very nice to meet you ladies," Mustang ran a hand through his hair as he said: " Although I must apologize, ladies, if I cause you any discomfort," He flashed a sly grin, " Things do tend to get hotter when I'm around," as he said 'hotter' he snapped his fingers and a small flame hovered about his thumb.

The girls giggled at his remark, a smug look appeared on Mustangs face.

" Don't be roped in too easily, ladies," Mustang already felt uneasy as Hughes joined the conversation, " He and his fancy fire fingers become impotent when they come into any wet contact," Mustangs face burned bright red; the girls were now giggling even harder. Mustang laughed nervously to try to ease his discomfort.

" Ha ha, oh, Mustang, I'm just bustin' your balls," Hughes clasped a hand on Mustang's shoulder, " No, but seriously ladies, he's a fine catch!" Hughes gave two thumbs up; Mustang rolled his eyes.

" Oh, I'm sure!" Matilda remarked, " Too bad you're off the market, Maes, I adore a man in glasses!"

" I can fix that!" Hughes took off his glasses and placed them on Mustang's face, " There ya go!"

She laughed, " Now that's more like it!" She pinched Mustang's check as if to let him know she wasn't being serious – or so he thought.

" Hey, that's a good look for you Roy!"

" How can you even tell, Maes? You're practically blind!" Mustang squinted and widened his eyes as if trying to see through the lenses, " Here," he took them off, " Before you accidentally walk into a wall."

" Eh, why does it matter? I'm drunk anyways," Hughes turned to leave and in doing so, bumped into another guest, almost falling over completely, had it not been for Mustang who steady him at his elbows, " On second thought," Hughes straightened up and grabbed his glasses out of Mustang's hand, " I'll be taking these back."

" Not a bad thought," as Hughes left to leave the room (probably to go get another beer), Mustang looked back over at the tree to see that Hawkeye was gone. He surveyed the room, this way and that. She was nowhere in sight … maybe she left to use the restroom?

" So," Matilda spoke up. Mustang noticed that Sophia and Megan had disappeared, " How long have you been in the Military, Roy?"

Later that night Mustang found himself pretty drunk. Not the normal kind of drunk he's used to being—foolish, being a loud, inappropriate mess and feeling completely humiliated the next day. At this moment, Mustang took on the role of a quite, isolated drunk, swaying slightly as he traveled around the room. At the moment, he had taken up leaning against the wall next to the fireplace. He ran a hand drunkenly through his hair, making him look more disheveled, although he didn't think anyone would really mind; everyone was pretty drunk at that point.

Someone (probably Hughes) had cleared away the coffee table in the middle of the room to start up a dance floor. Mustang was never really much of a dancer, even if he was drunk. He was completely content with watching the crowd swirl around before him. They were dancing to 'All I want for Christmas is You'. Most people were dancing; a few others stood around and watched, and in the kitchen a poker game had started.

While staring out blankly at the swirling dancing group, he was taken aback when he saw Lieutenant Hawkeye in the mix. Her cheeks were flushed and she wore her signature modest smile. Spinning her around, this way and that was Cadet Fuery, his glasses threaten to fall off his face each time they spun. He became jealous of Fuery's physical contact with his Lieutenant as soon as he saw his hand at her waist. Of course Fuery was harmless, but still, Mustang didn't want him touching her like that. He wanted to be the one spinning her around, he wanted to be the one to make her smile like that, to be the one to grab her elbow when she was caught off balance, he wanted to dance with her.

But he couldn't.

He then noticed that she had taken off her shale. It was at that moment when he realized why she was wearing it in the first place. The back of her dress didn't dip too low down her spin, but it was low enough to expose a little less than an inch of her tattoo on her back. Something she was very particular about keeping it hidden.

He remembered the first time he saw that tattoo…

…

Roy was seated at his recently deceased mentor's desk. He felt uneasy sitting there, as if, by doing so, he was allowing himself to symbolically replace the man he respected so much. A wave of intense nausea filled his gut. This had been happening frequently for the past three or so weeks since the death of Berthold Hawkeye. Roy clenched his stomach and squeezed his eyes shut, he leaned forward tucking his head in-between his knees. A rush of chills ran down his spin. His eyes snapped open. He couldn't hold it in. Stumbling out of the chair, he fumbled on all fours as he pawed his way to the rubbish bin. He coughed as spat as a mix of bile, water, and whatever little food he had managed to eat last, poured out of him.

" Master Roy, are you okay?" Roy turned to see Riza at the doorway. He brown eyes were soft with concern as she walked into the room.

Roy quickly stood up but regretted it almost immediately, he felt dizzy and nearly fell over, but Riza had steadied him in her arms. Roy allowed her help, but quickly became embarrassed by her touch and staggered his way over to Berthold's chair. Roy whipped his mouth with the back of his hand, cold sweat started to bead up on his forehead, " I'm okay," he squeaked out, " I'm sorry, really, I'm fine, Miss Riza," He swallowed his spit a few times trying to clear the taste out of his mouth.

Wordlessly Riza had left the room to fetch Roy a glass of water. He thanked her and immediately chugged the glass down. She stood about a yard away, watching him gulp down the water, her hands clasped politely in front of her. The glass clanked loudly in the very quiet room as Roy placed it on the desk. The pair then stared at each other for a few moments, both surveying the other, trying to see just how much of a toll the death of Berthold Hawkeye was taking them. Roy was obviously sick; he was thin from lack of food, and his eyes were sore and tired looking. Riza too had looked tired; Roy knew her relationship with Berthold was astringed and complicated, which probably made the grieving process only more confusing for her. He didn't see her cry at the funeral, but sometimes he would catch her fiddling with her eyes when she thought no one was looking.

" You should lie down," Riza suggested, she walked a bit closer to him, just close enough the place the back of her hand on his forehead, " Feels like you have a fever, Master Roy," Roy blushed at her touch.

" Don't worry about me, Miss Riza, I'm feeling better now," Roy went to stand up again, but before he could get all the way up the room started spinning before him. He sat back down; he sighed, " Maybe… just for a little while…"

Slowly Roy made his way to his bedroom with the help of Riza. Automatically he kicked off his shoes and started undoing his tie, forgetting that Riza was still in the room with him. He froze once he realized he had unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt. Riza's gazed shifted this way and that as she mumbled something about making him some tea and rushed out of the room.

When she returned Roy was sitting up in his bed, wearing some plaid green pajamas. He hardly noticed her come in – he was staring at the wall in front of him, thinking. Riza placed the tea at his nightstand and sat at the foot of the bed. Roy blinked at her, gave her a weak smile as he thanked her for the tea and started drinking it. Normally Riza would have gotten up and left, despite the many years Roy had lived at her house and studied under her father she was never completely confortable around him. They would talk some if, on the rare occasion, they ate together, or sometimes she would fetch bottles of ink for him if he ran out, once or twice she had driven him to the train station when her father could not if he had some other business to take care of. Other than that, she refrained from talking much to him, soft spoken and shy, Riza kept to her own studies and tried to stay out of her father's hair, which meant to also stay out of Roy's.

" How… have you been?" Roy asked in between sips, although he knew if was a stupid question to ask.

" Fine," was all she said. More silence. Roy watched her hands shift in her lap, " Is the tea helping?"

" Yes, it's very good, thank you," He gave her another weak smile. Roy took a break from his tea and rested it on the table. He began to stare at her in the same, very odd way that she was currently staring at him, " What's on your mind, Miss Riza?"

Now she cast her eyes away, she stared out the window, pursing her lips, " You've enlisted in the military."

" I have."

" Why? You knew how much father detested the State Military." Riza gave him a stern look, a face he had never seen before, but would eventually become used to.

" I have my reasons," He said evenly and somewhat defensively, his head pounded, he couldn't understand why she wanted to talk about this now.

" Which are?" Who was this girl? Rather, this woman? When he first arrived to the Hawkeye residence at fifteen, Riza would scurry away at the sight of him and now she was interrogating him like an officer in the State Military herself.

" Why is that any of your concern, Miss Riza?" Roy rubbed his forehead.

" I do believe it is, Master Roy," Roy went back to sipping his tea, " You want to become a state alchemist, you want to learn flame alchemy," She said matter-of-factly, saying this Roy froze, " I'm not going to help you learn flame alchemy unless I can trust you. There was a reason why father didn't want anyone to know this craft, so I'm asking you," she paused, " Why have you enlisted in the State Military."

Roy face soften, " Riza," He said gently, dropping the formality caught Riza off guard. This would have been the only time he had spoke her name in such a familiar manner, " I know there is plenty of corruption within the military," Roy let his head sink back into the pillows, "Your father had every reason to loath it, but I know that I can do something to change that, to do something good for Amestris – as naïve as that sounds," He chuckled to himself lightly, " I don't believe in fate, Miss Riza, but I've never felt more passionately about something in my life," He stared intensely at her, " It's a gut feeling, it's something I must do; whether or not you help me learn flame alchemy lies completely in your hands; should you choose not to, I will respect that choice, but either way, I will still continue on the path I've laid out for myself, " he coughed, " And I will follow that path with the utmost integrity."

He closed his eyes and coughed some more, Riza clenched her fists, " You need your rest," Riza felt somewhat embarrassed, " I'm sorry for getting into this right now, it's just been on my mind," Roy smirked at her.

" It's alright," She then began the fiddle with the maroon vest she was wearing; Roy's eyes widened, and he twitched uncomfortably – what was she doing? Undressing?

" Master Roy there's something I have to show you, and I'd rather just get it over with, so once you're well enough to start studying you'll already know what's in store," She turn around her back facing towards him. Roy's face twitched with confusion. She took off her beige blouse, exposing her naked back. She folded her arms to give herself as much privacy as she could, " This is where you'll find all you need to know."

…

Peeking out of the kitchen, Hughes was also watching the dancers in amusement, but then his attention focused on Mustang. The look of painful wanting was ever so present on his face. Hughes followed his gaze and saw him watching Hawkeye. Hughes frowned. He knew how much Mustang cared for the Lieutenant, but he also knew how there was nothing he could do about it. He thought Angelica would work out with him, but deep down, he guessed he really shouldn't have tried to fool himself. He really hated seeing his friend like this. And he has been like this for as long as he had known him.

It was around midnight when Hawkeye started to make her rounds to say goodbye, hugging and kissing certain people accordingly. Others were making their way out too, but Mustang didn't have any intention to leave just yet, even though he probably should. The idea of going home to his cold, still apartment seemed unsatisfying. Mustang was chatting with Hughes when Hawkeye came up to wish them good night. She gave Hughes a friendly hugged and thanked him for inviting her.

" Oh, anytime, Riza! I hope you had a good time!" She nodded her head, saying she was glad that she was able to spend the Holiday with them. She then turned to Mustang

" Good night Colonel," Clicking her heels, she saluted him, which irritated Mustang. Shouldn't see be tipsy enough to allow some physical contact with him? He pursed his lips and saluted back.

" Good night, Lieutenant," Hughes frowned, seeing the disappointment in his friends' eyes. Mustang watched Riza hug and kiss a few more of the party members before disappearing out the living room. Maybe the alcohol was still affecting him, but a few minutes after he heard the front door close behind her, Mustang started to head for the door himself. He could hear Hughes call out his name as he walked away, Mustang called back saying he'd only be a minute.

He took the stairs down, figuring that the elevator would take too long. As he exited out of the lobby, he looked down the street this way and that. He could see a blond headed figure only a block away. Running through the cold and snow, Mustang caught up to her, calling her name – well, rather her title, never her actual name.

The Lieutenant turned around in surprise; she was wrapped in a black pea-coat, hugging herself to keep warm, " Is something wrong, Colonel?"

" No, no, everything's fine, Lieutenant," Mustang began to falter as he struggled to find an explanation. Why had he come out there to see her? " I, erm, I just… just wanted to confirm that I won't be seeing you until Wednesday?"

She smiled, " Yes, sir, I'll be seeing you Wednesday," It started to lightly snow. The cold moonlight on Hawkeyes pale face and blond hair made her glow light an angle, " Thank you again, sir, I really appreciate it…"

They stood there for a moment in silence, " Sir, you should probably be getting back to the apartment, aren't you cold?" It was then that Mustang noticed he had rushed out of the apartment without his coat.

" Oh, right," Mustang cleared his throat; he took a step closer to Hawkeye, and then did something he didn't think he would ever do again. He cupped her check with his right hand and leaned down to kissed her opposite cheek. It was quick; he hardly made contact with her skin out of sheer nervousness. Hawkeye was frozen still as the interaction passed. In that brief moment, Mustang was able to capture her sweet sent, something completely indescribably and completely unique to his Lieutenant. The tips of his fingers tingled as he pulled his hand away from Hawkeye's face, " Happy Christmas, Miss Riza."

Hawkeye's face turned bright red. Miss Riza. She hadn't heard him call her that in years, ever since she followed him to the military, never once had she heard him spoken her name like he once did when they were young. Hawkeye blinked at him. Mustang chuckled slightly and started walking back to Hughes' apartment. When he was long out of earshot, Hawkeye's voice came back to her.

" Happy Christmas… Roy."