time hasn't run out yet

Characters: Riza Hawkeye, Roy Mustang

Summary: So please, let a miracle happen.


She was dying and it was his fault.

His eyes were staring at the crimson liquid, dropping from her neck and forming a puddle on the floor. He was numb but somewhere in the back of his mind, he was reviewing his mediocre skill in healing alchemy, the same mediocre skill that had already saved Havoc. This time, he could not burn it shut because he had no gloves and he was pretty sure that he could not burn such a wound shut because this was the neck and he believed that the skin was more sensitive there.

He had to save her.

He could not sacrifice his queen – neither in chess nor in real life. He had to win this fight. He had to save her. He did not know how but there had to be a way to save her life because there could no be king without a queen and there could be no Roy Mustang without a Riza Hawkeye.

She was irreplaceable and he would not lose her like that.

He looked at her, trying to force her to survive by glaring at her or better yet, at her blood. He had had enough rain for a decade and he would not add another century of rain to his life. Riza had to survive. Something had to happen. Universe could not be cruel enough to take her now. Universe had to have some secret plan to let a miracle happen.

She was still breathing. She had to keep breathing.

He had promised that he would let no one die on his watch. She had promised not to die. And neither Roy Mustang nor Riza Hawkeye were liars because they were people with a mission – and this mission did not include to die somewhere halfway into the battle.

He exhaled, his resolve wavering.

She did not want him to perform the Human Transmutation. He did not want her to die.

They were caught.