Not Just a Dream
So, I was very out of ideas for a Halloween fic this year, and have had almost no time. In fact, writing this probably wasn't the best use of my time, it being midterms week and all, but it just came out during class, and, well, you know how it goes.
Anyway, if you haven't read "Things Go Bump In The Night", you should if you want to know what's going on, although you can probably get most of the setup from this. On that note, enjoy!
Thunk!
By some miracle, the blade had missed Riza's head and had embedded itself in the wall a good foot above her.
She let out a gasping breath, stretching to reach her gun.
"No… he's alive!" her attacker whispered. Then, louder: "Impossible!"
"Wha—ngh!" Riza winced as the man grabbed her arm and began to haul her out of the room. She barely managed to grab her gun, knowing that she did not have enough energy to stop him completely. She could have almost no time even with a distraction. It was then or never.
After being dragged around sufficiently enough to tire her out, Riza was led to a room she recognized as having passed several times.
"Ladies first," the attacker sneered, smashing the door and pushing Riza in.
Letting her body's momentum spin her, Riza used the fraction of a second she had to make her shot. Unfortunately, she did not quite hit her mark. The attacker lurched forward, blade raised, and Riza was not going to get lucky a second time…
Snap!
Suddenly, the attacker was on fire, and a set of arms was pulling Riza out of harm's way. Confused and still on edge, Riza struggled to break free.
"Hawkeye! It's okay—you're alright now."
Riza stopped. "Sir?"
Roy let go and moved to crouch in front of her. "Are you hurt?"
Riza shook her head. "No. I'm exhausted and scared, but I'm fine." She allowed herself to look at him, not sure what she was scared of, since they both seemed fine. "You?"
Sighing, Roy seemed almost ashamed. "I just got nicked in the side, but it was bleeding enough for me to fake dead. I'm fine."
"Thank goodness." Riza tried to get to her feet, but could not. Roy caught her, pulling one of her arms around his shoulders and wrapped an arm around her waist. "Thank you," she breathed.
"You're fine Hawkeye. Just rest. You did your part."
They walked for a while, getting clear of the building and back to where the unit had set up camp.
"Sir?"
"Hawkeye?"
"I'm glad you're alive."
Roy stopped. "I'm glad you're alive, Hawkeye." He let her go. "Can you walk now?"
Riza nodded, and the pair made their way over to a bench by the makeshift infirmary.
"We thought you two were gone," a nurse told them. "But someone said we should wait. Glad we did, huh?"
"Who told you that?" Roy wanted to know.
The nurse paused to think. "He was probably a little taller than you," she told Roy. "Black hair, light green eyes… and rectangle glasses."
Both Riza and Roy drew in sharp breaths.
"Are you alright?" The nurse looked worried.
The pair exchanged looks. "Yeah," Roy breathed.
"I'm fine," Riza told her.
The nurse looked at them doubtfully. "I can't make you talk, but if you're keeping injuries from me, you're only hurting yourselves."
Roy and Riza exchanged another look. What could be said?
"It's fine," Roy finally said. "Just figuring out what hurts."
Shrugging, the nurse prepared bandages.
Roy, in a rare moment, looked skyward. Thank you for the second chance. He looked over at Riza, who was smiling at the sky, as well. It scared them, but, at the same time, it was comforting to believe.
Don't waste it, the wind seemed to whisper.
Don't worry Maes—we won't.
END
A/N: Weak middle. Ugh. But I've been wanting to tie in the plot twist at the end into a story for a while, and it worked pretty well, I must say.
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