A/N: To be honest this theme is probably gonna be the hardest to write. I have no clue how to start this one and what should happen…. Well… welcome to the Parental Royed 100 theme challenge called The 100 Times We'll Meet!

Disclaimer: I don't own FMA!

Ed's shoes clapped against the hard ground. The paper in his hand cracked and crickled with every step taken.

Roy looked up with a, "Hmm?".

Ed stopped in front of his desk and forcefully held out his report, "Take it." he silently added, "Colonel Bastard."

Roy grunted, "Nice to see you too Fullmetal." He grabbed the slightly crinkled paper and read through it quickly.

Ed sat down impatiently. His eyes tracing the colonel's movements warely.

After a few seconds Mustang set down the report on top of his desk.

"This isn't your handwriting."

Ed tensed up, "Yes it is!" he snapped.

Roy sighed, "Don't lie Fullmetal. I know your handwriting. This isn't it." he helped prove his point by holding up the report in which neat scrawls adorned the surface. "It's too fine."

Ed clenched his fists, "That doesn't mean it's not mine!"

Roy shook his head with another sigh. He set down the paper with the back side facing up, grabbed a pencil from his desk, pushed the paper closer to Ed, and gave him the pencil. "Write something the neatest you can muster."

Ed growled, "Can't you just believe me for a second when I say that it's my handwriting?!"

Mustang shook his head, "If you're telling the truth you wouldn't mind writing something for me."

Ed snarled, grabbed the pencil, and scrawled, "Colonel Mustang is a Bastard" as fine as he could and pushed the paper back to Roy.

Mustang inspected it and looked back up at Ed, "You made Al write it didn't you?"

Ed clenched his fists, "No! It was me, I swear!"

Roy snorted in laughter, "You just don't give up huh? Stop being stupid and admit it, you little pipsqueak."

Ed stood and shouted, "Who're you calling a stupid little pipsqueak that couldn't write a simple report because he's so small he can't even lift the pencil?!"

Mustang growled and, nearly, shouted forcefully, "Sit down Fullmetal!"

Ed snarled and sat down with a grunt.

Mustang regained his composure and asked again,"Now, did Alphonse write this paper?"

Ed crossed his arms, "No, he can't even pick up a pencil without breaking it! In what mind made you think that he wrote it?"

"So Al didn't write it?"

"No."

"I don't believe you."

"But-"

"Who wrote the report?"

"I did!"

"No you didn't."

"Yes I-"

"Fullmetal!"

"Bastard."

Roy put his head in his hands as though he had a headache. He drew out a long sigh. "Fullmetal. I've had enough. Just go." He tried to wave Ed away. But Ed didn't move. Roy looked up and grumbled at Edward's pointed glare, "Fine, I believe you." He grabbed the report and put it in his files. "You now may leave."

Ed cracked a small smile and stood to go. "About time." He turned and headed out.

Roy watched as Ed walked away and out his office door. Once the young alchemist was gone Roy picked up his phone and dialed a number that he had long since memorized.

It took awhile for the one he was waiting for to pick up. An innocent and nearly childish voice answered, "Hello?"

Roy rubbed his forehead, "Alphonse. Fullmetal came in today and handed in his report as usual." He paused just in case if Al wanted to respond. Once he noticed that the suit of armor was waiting for the catch, he continued. "However, I noticed that the hand writing on the paper wasn't his. Do you have any clue as to who wrote it?"

Without even a pause to think Alphonse responded, "Winry."

Roy narrowed his eyes, "Do you know why?"

"Um…Ed had a very bad cold yesterday, he couldn't stop sneezing on the paper and ruining it, so he decided to ask Winry to write it."

Roy planted his hand on his forehead and mattered to himself, "Why would he give information like this to an innocent girl not even involved in his problems?" He then spoke up again, "Fullmetal couldn't write it this morning I'm guessing?"

Alphonse paused to think, "Well, he said he wasn't feeling better so I'm guessing that having Winry write it was the best choice."

"Al. Was Fullmetal still sick when he went to turn in the paper?"The sound of metal moving and colliding hinted that Alphonse had nodded, "Yeah."

Roy had remembered looking up at Ed and he had seemed fine. Not a tired look. Not a sniff. Not a cough. He seemed perfectly fine. Roy shook his head in disappointment, "Al. Ed was perfectly fine when he entered my office. Does he always lie?"

"Um… Ed seems to be more rebellious than usual. Though he is a teenager after all."

Roy sighed, "Well then. Tell Ed that he's grounded. Goodbye Alphonse Elric."

He hung up.