I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist.

Hey, this is my new story. It will be multi-chapter, and the chapters will be bits and pieces of Roy and Riza's life together, chronological of course. This story actually came to me when I was trying to sleep. Please Read and Review…I promise all of the pieces will come together.

Dream Weaver: Chapter One

Roy Mustang walked into the room, the floorboards alerting the inhabitant who was lying in the bed that someone was approaching. Instead of turning around, she kept her back to him. He knew she must still be mad at him. He laid down on the bed, the springs creaking, and whispered in her ear:

"You're not fooling anyone. I know you're not sleeping."

He heard her huff, and yet her back still face him. He sighed deeply, and ran his fingers through this raven hair, beginning to think that it wasn't such a great idea to bother her when she was still angry. Mustang looked at her, her skin such a beautiful cream color and her hair radiant. His hand moved from his side and began stroking her long blonde locks, which always framed her face perfectly.

"How about I tell you a story, that always cheers to up." He said softly. After hearing her grumble a 'yes' under her breath, he began his story. This story would be the best story he ever told in his whole life.

"There was once a King and he was known as many things: A playboy, a bastard, The Flame Alchemist…and now, as the Fuhrer of Amestris. There was one person who knew him as more, though, and she was his Queen. To her, he was a friend, a necessity, a lover. He had many talents, his alchemy and charm being among the top. However, there was one talent that many people didn't know. He kept it locked away, a secret, only unveiled to the most treasured people in his whole life. In fact, he guarded this secret, because if it got into the wrong hands, his whole world could fall apart. Yes, his talent was very sacred. His sacred talent's was story telling." The man paused his story, remembering the first time he ever told someone a story:

"Mr. Mustang?" The 9 year old blonde whispered, walking into his room, the floor boards creaking with each cautious step she took. She winced, her eyes closing shut in fear of waking her father.

"uer- poop?" The boy questioned, grumbling in his sleep, confused about being woken up from his slumber. Her head tilted slightly from his previous remark and she continued to walk until she was hovering right over the boy's semi-conscious form.

"Mr. Mustang?" She whispered again, this time demanding his attention and shaking him awake.

"What?" He hissed, turning his head to face his attacker. His hardened eyes softened when they fell on his friend.

"I can't sleep…I'm scared." She said. "Can I sleep wi-" Thunder sounded off midsentence and lightning cracked, the light shining through the previously dark room shined on her terrified face. She covered her ears and shut her eyes tight.

"Riza, why don't you come sleep with me tonight?" The boy asked tenderly, understanding why the girl came to his room. He flipped his covers up and slid over in his bed, making enough room for the both of them. He patted the bed, and looked at her, urging her to join him on the bed. She offered a soft smile and climbed into the bed.

"Thanks, Mr. Mustang."

"You can call me Roy when your father isn't around. Shhh, it's a secret." He said, as the young girl smiled

"Ro-y" she spoke, covering her mouth, suppressing small giggles. The young boy blushed softly, considering it a treat to see the usually stoic girl happy and laughing. Shaking the fluster off his cheeks he sat up, now sitting with his legs crossed on his bed, facing Riza. The loud booms of thunder sounded again, the lightning illuminating the room once again. The girl winced, wanting to cry.

"Hey, you know what really helps me when I'm scared?"

"What?"

"When someone tells me a story, I always fall asleep and have good dreams"

"I'm not a baby, Mr. Mustang" She said defensively, crossing her arms across her chest.

"Even adults get scared sometimes. Some of 'em have really scary dreams." Roy said, assuring the girl that she was in fact, mature. "When someone tells you a good story, you forget about being scared,"

"Nuh uhh."

"Yuh huuhh" The boy defended. "Here I'll prove it to you. Just so happens you have the best story-teller in the world!" He laughed, giving the girl a cocky smile that she would come to know much better in the future. He moved around his bed, leaning up against his headboard and motioned for the girl to join him. She moved too, merely a few inches from the boy, leaning against the headboard as well. He began the story:

"There was once a girl, and she was really pretty. Not like other girls, she was special. The one thing that made her the most special was that she had courage. The girl was not fearless, but she always tried to confront her fears. Sometimes, the she needed help though, so she asked a young boy to help her. The boy was very handsome, but he was sad, because no one ever talked to him. In school he looked different from the rest of the children, and people said he lived with a crazy man, and his ugly daughter. The boy got in many fights, pushing the students in his class away from him. The special girl was always there to pick him up when he lost a fight though; she always came and bandaged his wounds, after hitting him herself for being stupid and picking fights."

Her head groggily fell on his shoulder. Roy wrapped his arm around her small frame, and pulled the blanket over the two. Her eyes began to shut, but popped back open, wanting to hear the rest of the story

"One day, the man that the prince and princess lived with-"

"When did the boy and girl become a prince and princess?" She questioned, awake and looking for answers. Roy thought for only a second.

"They were always the prince and princess of this story, they just didn't know it."

"Oh" She said, laying her head back on his shoulder. He continued his story again.

"One day, the man that the prince and princess lived with was angry at the prince. He was very mad, and went to hit the prince. The princess wouldn't allow it. She stepped in front of the boy and accepted the hit to her face. It was the bravest thing the prince had ever seen anyone do. The princess didn't even cry…the prince knew that he would have cried like a baby."

Riza laughed slightly at the thought of Mr. Mustang in diapers crying like a baby with a pacifier in his mouth, as she started to succumb to sleep. The loud booms of thunder and the striking of lightning became non-existent to the girl, even though the storm outside raged on. The blood rushed to Roy's cheeks, as they flushed again. He went on, deciding to finish the story.

"That day, the prince realized that when he became big and strong, he would become a King, rescue the princess, and make her his Queen"

The girl snuggled into the raven-haired boy's shoulder, as she drifted to sleep. He began to fall asleep himself, but was determined to finish the story.

"And then they lived Happily Ever Af-" he fell asleep, his head resting on the girl's head below his own.