This originally was going to be so different but it demanded a rewrite and this was the result. The inspiration for this is also the title. I am, of course, referring to the song Only the Good Die Young by Billy Joel.

This was supposed to be a one-shot but it got longer and became a chapter fic. The first chapter accounts the first of the events leading up to the main one. Uhhhh…. Yeah… This is rated M for a reason.

Warning: sexual discussion, nudity, implied sex, language, implied bisexual–ness, folk rock

Chapter soundtrack: Everybody Must Get Stoned – Bob Dylan

Only the Good Die Young – Billy Joel

Edwarda Elric was stumbling home, undergoing the process of sobering up. She had been halfway through her too many to count cranvodka when the person she was walking with came up and dragged her out of the bar. "Just out of curiosity," Roy Mustang said, "have you ever done it before?"

"Yes," she replied, knowing exactly what he meant. "Twice." He gave her a look. "Changed your mind?" she asked, sweetly.

"No. I want to know how it happened."

"I was drunk. Second time was kinda bland but after the first time I felt sick."

"Pregnant?"

"No. Impossible. My partner made me sick."

"Was he ugly?"

"Actually, she was okay." He gave her another look. "Now have you changed your mind?"

"Don't sound so hopeful. Are you bisexual?"

"No. Are you sure you want to do this?" He dragged her closer to him. "Ah."

"Was it a guy the second time?"

"Yes."

"That explains why you're so comfortable… you're not going to heaven now."

"There's no way in hell that'll happen… but it's okay, Ma…"

"Everybody must get stoned?"

"… I was actually going to say … I rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints. The sinners are much more fun."

"You know that only the good die young." They stumbled up her driveway. "What's your philosophy on life?"

"You're asking me that now?"

"Yes."

She sighed. "Things just happen. What the hell."

"I think I like that one."

"I love that one and 'We apologize for the inconvenience'." They were on the porch now and she was fumbling for her keys. "Good thing Al and Winry are in Resembool." He handed her the spare key. "Thanks." He tucked the key back in its hiding spot once the door was unlocked and pushed her inside.

"Argh," she groaned. "The place is a mess." She buried her face in her pillow. "I'm too naked to do anything about it."

"Is this my arm or yours?" he asked her.

"Try to move it." He lifted it. "Ow. That's mine." He lowered her arm and began the process of getting up. "Is that your side I just felt on my arm?"

"Yes."

"You're really scarred."

"No shit. As for the mess, I'm afraid we got a little too enthusiastic there." She grabbed a sock and threw it at him. "Thank you. I'll be looking for that later."

"Oh, shit. It was yours. Bastard."

"I'm curious. How was it?" He dodged the next thing she threw at him, her underwear. "I should keep that."

"Oh what the hell? No!"

"Well?"

"I can't really say right now. Are you warm?"

"Yes."

"I'm freezing." She curled up on her side and shut her eyes. Her back was turned to him. He sighed and the bed moved. Last thing she felt before she drifted off to sleep was the arm he draped across her.

He woke her again at three a.m. "I have to go."

She sat up, not caring that she wasn't covered up. He wasn't either. "What?"

"My apartment complex is being renovated. I'm staying with the Hughes' until it's finished."

"Oh."

"Edwarda?"

"Huh?"

"Have you even had your first kiss yet?"

"No."

He grabbed her chin and turned her to look him. "Huh." He studied her face for a while then moved forward. She was bemused when his lips met hers and she kissed him back, closing her eyes. "There's that problem resolved." He got up and dressed. Her eyes were still closed and she plopped down where he had been. "See you at work later."

"Shit." She commented as he left.

It was now one in the afternoon and she was sitting in the bathtub, having called in sick. "What the hell did he do to me?" she asked her reflection. "I feel all woozy."