Figured I'd give a shot at this. This story idea has been brewing in my mind for awhile. :) It's KimbleyxOC for the time being with competition from Roy. I'm not sure where relationships will end up. I'm indecisive.

There will be a song at every chapter. Though there will be very few instances that the full song is used. Only partial lyrics to emphasize little details and thoughts. not to mention, this is based during Christmas so I felt the need to incorporate the mood.

Please read and review. Hopefully i didn't screw too much up. ENJOY!

Disclaimer: i don't own anything from FMA nor do I own the song Last Christmas

-TSA

Burn

"You wondered how you'd make it through. I wondered what was wrong with you. Because how could you give your love to someone else, yet share your dreams with me? Sometimes the only thing you're looking for, is the one thing you can't see." -Vanessa Williams

Chapter 1: Last Christmas

One more week. That was all she could think about as she assembled her files together at the corner of her desk. Nine assessments finished and neatly organized from her snooping around the National Central Library. It was a hassle to have to report everything she was researching, but she was mindful to keep certain details out. One more week. It was beginning to chime in her head like the ticking of her pocket watch. Smiling to herself, she glanced out the window at the snow covered streets.

December was a beautiful month. There was nothing she loved more than scuffling through the snowy sidewalks, boots kicking up flurries as she would walk to her house. The air would bite at her nose until it turned a bright red. Bundled up in her jackets and scarf, she would welcome the warmth of her house where everything was decorated to the nines with Christmas Spirit. Her cat would be asleep by the fire, casting a one eyed glance as a 'hello'.

Opening her office window, she sat down on the ledge and welcomed the cold air. Her nose wrinkled while snowflakes fell against her eyelashes. She followed the people below her who were bundled together in their jackets, scarves, hats, mittens. She saw a young boy staring up at her and she gave him a cheerful wave before the door to her office burst open. The sound startled her to the point that she almost fell from her window.

She glanced over her shoulder to see a familiar handsome face smiling at her with two cups of steaming hot chocolate in his hands. Rising to take one, she turned the volume down on her radio that had been shouting Christmas tunes, "My assessments are finished."

Roy shook his head with a laugh, "You've been cooked up in your office all day."

"I have a bad habit of procrastinating." She sipped on the chocolaty concoction in her hands, "What brings you to my office?"

"You have a cheerful room." Roy chuckled while sitting down in the chair in front of her desk, "You're the champion of Christmas Spirit."

She laughed loudly, dancing around the room as "Let it Snow" came on the radio, "I love this time of year."

Roy nodded, pleased to see her so happy. It had taken awhile to get her to open up like this, but he was glad his hard work had pulled through for him. He began to laugh as she started singing the chorus, "Is your family coming over for Christmas?"

Jane stopped jumping around and gave him her bright smile that she was slowly becoming renowned for around Central HQ, "They'll be here on Christmas Eve. I can't wait to see them." The song changed suddenly, the tune one that made her brow furrow, but she tried to not let Roy see it, "My mother has asked about you."

"Does that mean I finally get to come over this Christmas?" he snickered.

She narrowed her eyes on him, her grin all the more playful, "Depends. If you buy me something expensive then maybe we can talk."

Roy began to laugh while she walked over to her window, closing it with ease. The radio seemed to play louder as the silence washed over them. 'Last Christmas I gave you my heart. But the very next day you gave it away. This year, to save me from tears, I'll give it to someone special.' He found himself humming along with it until Jane's gaze became so lost in the streets below her that she was fixated by. Rising from his seat, he strode up behind her and set his hands on her shoulders.

"I used to love that song," she muttered.

'I keep my distance, but you still catch my eye-'

"Things change over time," he replied.

Jane nodded her head while walking over to her desk. She plopped down in her chair, her eyes falling on the beautiful Christmas card her parents had sent her. Picking it up, she read over their heartfelt message until she noticed that Roy was watching her. 'I wrapped it up and sent it with a note saying- I love you, I meant it'.

'Now I know what a fool I've been, but if you kissed me now I know you'd fool me again.' Roy cleared his throat while grabbing his forgotten hot chocolate. He made to leave, but stopped at her door with his hand around the golden knob, "Let me know if you need anything." He gave her a nod and his handsome smile returned, "Oh, and I'll make sure to buy you something so that I can meet your family."

She giggled as he left the office, closing the door quietly behind him. 'I thought you were someone to rely on. Me? I guess I was a shoulder to cry on'. Sighing heavily, something that she knew was a signal of her thoughts becoming troubled, she drummed her fingers on her desk while staring at the cup of hot chocolate that she had barely touched. The song was finally ending, but it certainly wasn't enough to make her feel better.

"Based on a lover with no fire in his heart…" she quietly sang.

Opening the bottom drawer of her desk, she riffled through all the papers she had haphazardly thrown in there until the door to her office burst open, startling her again. This time she flipped over backward in her chair. Rubbing her aching head, she struggled to her feet to see two of her favorite people standing there.

"We're back, Janie!"

She opened her arms and welcomed Edward Elric with a tight hug. Rushing over to Alphonse, she wrapped her arms around his metal suit and pressed a kiss to his cold cheek. She wasn't bothered anymore about displaying affection to Edward's brother. She loved them too much to care.

"It's nice to see the two of you in good shape." She beckoned them to sit on the couch she had at the far side of the office, "So, tell me, have you acquired any new information?"

Edward wrinkled his nose, "Nothing new has come up."

She crossed her arms over her chest, "I've found nothing either-"

"There's one thing, though, Janie." She lifted a brow as Alphonse twitched in his seat, "We received a letter. The man said he couldn't get it sent to you."

Edward's eyes darkened, "He somehow knew we were close with you."

Jane held her hand out as Edward tugged the letter from his jacket. Upon seeing the cursive writing of her name, she felt her skin grow cold. Her heart dropped in her chest and her eyes grew wide, but she didn't want the boys to worry about it. Setting the damned thing aside, she gave them a nod of the head.

"Can't imagine it's anything important, but I thank you for bringing it to me," she said.

Alphonse stared at her, "Are you sure? The man pressed us to deliver it."

"He's an alchemist," Edward muttered.

Jane waved them off, "It's no worry. Just because you don't know him doesn't mean he's trouble."

Edward stood up and grabbed a pen and a pad of paper from her desk. He scribbled out two symbols, holding it up to her, "These were on his palms."

Jane's brow furrowed as she stared at triangles inscribed in circles with alchemical symbols in the center, the sun symbol and the moon symbol . Shaking her head, she tore the paper off the pad and crumbled it up before shooting it into the trashcan. She stumbled over behind her desk, collapsing into her chair once she set it upright.

"Who is he, Lieutenant Colonel?" Edward's eyes were narrowed and Jane wasn't pleased that he was addressing her by her rank, "He's obviously someone you knew."

"It was a long time ago," Jane muttered.

Edward slammed his hands onto her desk, "I don't care how long ago it was!"

"Watch your tone." She rose to her feet, buttoning up her military jacket, "I am your superior officer as well as your friend. I ask that you don't abuse that." Edward nodded his head, but she knew he wouldn't let these matters rest, "Now, I order you to end your questioning. If I felt you needed to know about this, I would tell you."

Edward threw his hands up in the air while storming out of her office, muttering curses under his breath.

Jane fell back into her chair with her head in her hands while Alphonse rose and walked over to her. She smiled up at him as he set a hand on her shoulder, "I don't want you two to worry so much about me."

"But we care about you, Janie." Alphonse sighed, eyes watching the floor, "Ed doesn't like when he can't help people."

"You can help me by not asking about my past. Those are just the things I'm not ready for people to know about."

Alphonse nodded his head, leaving it at that. He waved a cheerful 'goodbye' before walking out into the Head Quarters to search for where his brother was brooding.

Jane grabbed the letter she had tossed aside, all too curious about what it said. She hesitated a moment before ripping open the envelope. Staring at the folded paper in her hands, she slowly peeled it open until she saw a blank heading. She opened the rest of it to find a few sentences written in the middle of the paper.

I know what you've done, and soon they will too.

Blood doesn't wash off that easily, I would know.

Merry Christmas.

She cursed loudly, her heart racing painfully in her ears. She glanced down at her still opened drawer that she had been fishing through. Resuming her riffling; she pulled out a small wooden box and flipped the lid up. She tugged out a photo that was hidden at the bottom, covered by the little trinkets and letters hidden in there. Her heart finally eased to its normal beats even as she stared at the black and white picture that she held in her hands.

He was at peace, eyes lost in the horizon as he stood, toes digging in the sand, with his hands in his pockets. It was one of those moments that never occurred again and she had been happy to have captured it. His white suit was something she had made fun of him for, but that day on the beach had made her surrender to its appealing image on his toned figure. His jacket and shirt had been unbuttoned, fluttering behind him as if he had wings. He had his tie strung around his neck, his hat having been taken by her.

Biting her lip, she mused on the beauty of the picture. If only she had taken the time to focus in close on his eyes. But he had shaken himself from his daze before she could. Closing her eyes, she imagined the trek of his hands over her inexperienced body, unaware of the sensations that he brought down on her. He had been so gentle- God, why couldn't he have stayed that way? His languid gaze was reassuring while he continually promised that he'd never hurt her-

'Manipulative bastard.'

Jane added her recent letter to the box after burying the photo in the bottom again. Hiding it under all her junk in her bottom drawer, she finally found her peace of mind as the radio began playing Christmas tunes again. She turned up the volume, feeling the rhythm through her bones, which made her tap her feet happily. Her eyes found the window where a mound of snow was building up on the ledge. Small flakes stuck to the glass, a mesmerizing happening that lulled her off to the distant corners of her mind.

. . . .

She was preparing to leave that evening, having turned in her assessments. Bundled in her jacket, she strung her red scarf around her neck while tucking her small briefcase under her arm. Strolling down the hallway, she peeked her head into Roy's office, surprised to find him busying himself with paperwork. She gave him a goodbye while reminding him of when she would be coming in tomorrow morning. Early bird as usual, he would say.

Wandering outside, she was met by a gust of December wind that caught her off guard. Hiding her mouth and nose under her scarf, she made her way down the sidewalks of Central. Cafes were closing up shop, people hustling to catch the bus so they wouldn't have to walk. She kicked up snow as she wandered across the streets to where her small, cottage styled house was squished between two brick houses. Plucking the key from her pocket, she strolled up the front steps to where her red painted door sat adorned by a healthy wreath.

Once stepping inside, she closed the door to block out the chill of the evening wind. She removed her scarf and jacket, hanging them up on the railing that led to the upstairs as she walked further into her house. Kicking off her shoes, she knelt down to pick up her fluffy white cat, Lacy, who was purring loudly. When she wandered into the kitchen, Lacy curled up in her arms, she noticed that her cat's dish was filled with food that had been half eaten.

"You're not supposed to eat until I get home," Jane murmured, Lacy hopping out of her arms and onto the counter to continue feasting.

Reaching for her one of her guns in the holster that strung around her shoulders, she clicked off the safety while drawing it into her hand. She noted that she had a full clip from the weight of the handle while moving to check around every corner of her house. There was nothing she hated more than the notion that someone had broken in.

Lacy trailing at her heels, she started walking upstairs, each creak of the wood making her cringe while her skin crawled with goose-bumps. Once she reached her bedroom, she felt herself stop breathing as she pushed open the door. Gun raised in front of herself, she surveyed the room to find that everything was in order. She rested for a mere moment until she heard Lacy start purring, the sound like a motor when she was given a good scratch behind her ears.

Spinning around, she brought her gun to eye level. Her heart was pounding in disbelief at the man who knelt on the ground, Lacy circling around him. She nearly dropped her pistol as those eyes from under his white fedora met hers and he smirked. Tears burned as he stood up and opened his arms to her as if he expected her to just run back to him. Not a chance, Asshole.

She let out a cry while firing one bullet over his shoulder, tears stinging in her eyes until he took a step closer to her. Pulling her hand back, she slammed the handle of her gun into his jaw, which sent him to his knees. Her eyes cleared and she glared down at her cat, who was rubbing her face against his hand.

"Nice to know that you'll show them the silverware if they feed you," Jane murmured.

Lacy purred and purred, ignoring her angry owner.

Jane turned her eyes to Kimbley, who was still shaken from her smacking him. Pressing her foot to his chest, she knocked him over onto his back while pointing the gun between his eyes and bearing her weight down on him, "Start talking."

Kimbley began to laugh, running a hand up over her thigh, "You're legs look good-" His eyes widened for a moment as she fired another bullet over his shoulder, "You're obviously not up for compliments…"

"How did you get in?"

He shrugged, "You're the least creative person I know. You've always kept an extra key underneath the rug."

"How did you get out of jail?"

That question made his smirk come to life like a cobra calculating its strike, "I've got friends on the outside." Jane lifted her leg and slammed her foot into his stomach, making him gasp in pain, "Geez, you don't take cryptic answers, do you?"

"You should know that." Jane shook her head while he closed his eyes, "Why are you here?"

"I came to give you a heads up, whether you believe me or not." He gazed up at her, which made her grimace, "If you set aside your hostilities then I'll explain a few things." She didn't look convinced enough to withdraw her gun, "Trust me."

She finally put her pistol back into its holster and started walking downstairs, "Fine, but this has nothing to do with trust."

She strolled into her kitchen and opened her refrigerator, taking out a pitcher of lemonade and pouring herself a glass. Hopping up onto the counter as Kimbley meandered downstairs like this was his home, she grumbled a few nonsensical things under her breath while he strode in front of her and set one hand on each side of her thighs, smiling up at her.

"Well?"

Kimbley licked his lips, "I'm just taking a few moments to-" He was silenced as she pulled out her gun again, "Never mind." He bit at the insides of his mouth, "The government is digging up old files of people from the Ishbalan War. Your name has been mentioned a few too many times and Fuhrer King Bradley thinks that your 'deeds' were criminal-"

"Then how did you get out?"

Kimbley sighed impatiently, "I served my time." He set his hat on the counter, running his fingers through his hair, "It's not definite. Not everyone has agreed to arrest you. But as soon as that happens, most of your friends will be joining you. That's what's holding them back. They can't just arrest everyone for following government orders."

Jane shook her head in disbelief, "How do you know this?"

"The 'friends' who got me out of jail are Bradley's guys."

"What's your angle?"

Kimbley smirked, "Am I supposed to have one?"

"You wouldn't have told me that if you didn't want something in return."

Kimbley nodded his head, musing on how correct her statement was, "You have a point."

Jane leapt down from the counter, but Kimbley wouldn't let her get past him, "What do you want?"

"You should be able to answer that." Kimbley slid his arms around her waist, "I came here for you, Babe."

She feigned a smile while bringing her gun to his abdomen, "I think you've overstayed your welcome."

He held his arms up above his head, "You won't kill me."

"Do you want to test me?"

He shrugged, suddenly clapping his hands together. Jane braced her hands in front of her face while a tiny explosion set off in front of her, sending her into the ground with a loud thud that nearly broke the tile of the kitchen floor. Staring up at him, she saw that he had her gun in his hand, that maniacal smile dancing to life on his lips as the clouds of smoke disappeared.

"It's unfortunate that our relationship has come to this," he sighed.

"They've sent you to kill me, haven't they?" she spat.

"It would be easier than arresting you." He spun the gun around his finger, "I can make this look like an accident."

"Then get it over with!"

Kimbley knelt down in front of her, running a hand over her cheek, but she slapped him across the face. Tasting blood in his mouth, he pressed the gun barrel to her head while clicking his tongue, "I would really hate to resort to this."

She was fighting back tears, "It's a shame to think that I loved you." She shook her head, "How foolish I was-"

"Foolish?" Kimbley set the gun down on the tile floor, "That one actually hurts."

"Serves you right."

He tossed her gun aside while rising to his feet, offering his hand to help her stand. She stared up at him, eyes lost to his complacent expression. Her heart was throbbing in her chest, tired from the countless times it had been ripped apart then stitched back together. With a shake of her head, she allowed herself to take his hand and he hoisted her off the ground.

"What do you want with me?" Jane asked, surprised that he allowed for space to be left between them.

Kimbley stroked her cheek again, bracing himself for the instance that she would smack him, "I want a lot of things, Babe." He drew her tightly against his chest, "I want you, for starters."

"You only lust for me." She shoved him backward while walking into the living room, arms wrapped around herself in a hug, "I've moved on."

His hands slithered around her hips, moving along the curve of her waist until she seized his wrists. Breath hot on the back of her neck, she felt herself dwindling from consciousness, swarmed by the sins he had tricked her into committing. Closing her eyes, she collapsed against him while guiding his hands back around her stomach, the tips of his fingers dragging along the rim of her pants. God, why did she want this?

"Someone's missed me…" he hissed in her ear.

He suddenly let go of her, causing her to stumble a step forward. He adjusted his jacket and tie before strolling into the kitchen to retrieve his hat. When he sauntered over to the front door, he found what he had been looking for the entire time he was in her house.

Her eyes had surrendered. Though her body was rigid, refusing to let him possess her, her eyes were lost to the fire of passion that he had set aflame in her chest. He had won. The rest would be easy, since he knew how she ticked. She was a bomb that he needed the right chemical equation to set off. But the explosion would be beautiful, a display of his greatest work. He just needed a little more time.

"Hate to leave you, Babe, but I have other appointments to attend." He flipped his hat on while turning his back, "Don't worry, though. I'll be back to visit you soon."

Hope you enjoyed it! Chapter two is up...so read on if you feel like it. :) if not, i don't take it personally.

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-TSA