First Day, X Rays
Author: MoonStarDutchess
Part 1: Ow Oh, Ow Oh, Off to the Hospital We Go
Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist and gain no profit from this fanfiction. However, I do own my idea (and OC's if any are present) so no touching those without permission.
AN: This is for OTP who isn't feeling well. *Hugs*
Ow Oh, Ow Oh, Off to the Hospital We Go
Captain Riza Hawkeye walked down the main hall of headquarters with the same neutral expression that she always donned upon her facial features. As usual, her uniform was immaculate and her hair was in the same pinned up style that had become her trademark since the tresses became too long to fit with the dress code. There was nothing about her physical looks that would indicate that the current day was any different from the previous ones.
If someone knew her, and paid extreme attention to details, they would noticed that there was a slight bounce accompanying every step she took and a happy aura about her that seemed to drift through the air, infecting anyone that happened by. People smiled at her, and though she didn't return the smile, they knew she was happy. Why wouldn't she be when her commanding officer was no longer General Roy Mustang, but Fuehrer Roy Mustang? After many years of working, drama, heartbreaks and losses, they finally attained their goal.
She walked into the paperwork office and up to the main desk. "Good Morning Lieutenant Miyuki," she said, her voice betraying her good mood. "I need the paperwork for the fuehrer." Riza pushed down a smile that threatened to form upon her lips.
The lieutenant stood and walked over to a small box. "It's his first day isn't it?" she said, as she pulled out several small stacks of work and began clipping them together with giant paperclips.
"Yes, it is," Riza replied, trying not to sound giddy.
The lieutenant piled the smaller stacks into one large one, carried them over to the counter, and sat them in front of Riza. "I bet it is surreal for you that he's finally made it isn't it?"
Riza nodded. "Yes, I can barely believe it," she replied and looked down at the stack. "This is it?"
"The fuehrer doesn't have much paperwork. The main bulk goes to the generals, colonels and majors," she said, sitting down in her chair at her desk.
"The General…I mean, the Fuehrer will be happy to hear that," Riza said.
"So the rumors about his hatred of paperwork are true?" Miyuki questioned, a small laugh coming through in her sentence.
"He doesn't hate it and he does work on his paperwork. He just finds it boring and tedious. Contrary to rumors, I never shot at him or had to blackmail him to get him to finish."
"I never believed you did my friend," Miyuki replied. "I know you better than that."
Riza picked up the stack of papers. "I should get going. Fuehrer Mustang will be here in an hour."
"Alright, see you later," she said and went back to her work as Riza turned and walked out of the office. Miyuki stood slightly so she could see out the glass section of the door. She made sure Riza was a good distance down the hall before picking up the phone and quickly dialing a number.
"Investigations, Lieutenant Fields speaking."
"Pooter! Call the fuehrer and tell him Riza's on her way. I can't call his office from here," Miyuki said, excited at what was happening. She felt very bold by having a part of participation in a plan. She'd always wanted so much more than a job in the paperwork office.
"Miyuki, please refrain from calling me that. I'm—"
"Okay, Glompie then," she said, cutting off Field's next sentence, "Just hurry!"
Before Fields could say anything more, she heard a dial tone. She stared down at the receiver in her hand for a moment and then sat it down on its base. She muttered a few curses about stupid nicknames at the work place before she picked the phone back up and dialed the direct line to the fuehrer's office. She waited for the customary number of rings and then a familiar voice answered.
"Fuehrer Mustang, this is Lieutenant Fields. I was notified by Miyuki at the paperwork office that Captain Hawkeye is on her way."
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Roy hung up the phone after thanking Fields and Miyuki for their excellent work. It didn't surprise him in the slightest that they were so dedicated to helping him confess. If it weren't for their help then he wouldn't have had the strength to undertake such an action. Honestly, to define it as help would be stretching it to the very edge of the definition of the word. It was more as if they nagged him so much, even under the threat of court martial, until he agreed to confess. When he was back east, he thought that Rebecca was the most annoying woman in the world. She had nothing on Miyuki and Fields. Miyuki was as hyper as a kid who ate a five pound back of sugar then chased it with cola. Fields was a person who could interrogate someone with a piece of cotton and make them wish they were dead. When those two paired up, they formed the epitome of annoyance. Roy chuckled; even so, he was still thankful for their persistence and was quite fond of the two women.
He adjusted the collar on his shirt, and then the cuffs on his sleeves before making sure his gloves were on his hands. Riza wouldn't be expecting him that early and he wanted to look his best as he confessed to her. He walked over to the small mirror that was hanging on the wall and studied his appearance. He ran a hand across his hair, securing the slicked back tresses against his head.
When he heard footsteps approaching, he quickly ran beside the door so that he could surprise her. He took a deep breath as he heard keys jingle and the lock on the knob click. He prepared himself for the opening but underestimated the power that Riza used to open doors, and the direction in which the door actually swung. The hard wood slammed against his nose as the long brass end of the door handle slammed against his man organs.
Despite the exact location of the hits, the pains were a far cry from being local. The jolts traveled through his entire body in wave after wave of agony. He could only find the strength to whimper lowly, the noise camouflaged by the sound of the door shutting and clicking in its frame. Riza walked over to his desk, obviously not seeing the injured man located behind her.
He slowly moved his right hand down to grip his man area while his left hand was holding his nose. He had his knees pushed together and his toes pointing inward, afraid of making any such movements with his legs to straighten them into their proper positions. His nose was bleeding copiously, leaking down his cheeks, as tears sprang from the corners of his eyes in small droplets. He took one small step and found himself falling forward, his face slapping against the floor, injuring his nose further.
Riza turned around when she heard a thump, quickly pulling her gun from her holster and looking around the room. When she heard a groan, she looked down at the hardwood floor and her body tensed when she saw Roy. He was laying flat, drool leaking from his lips and drifting toward the elegant red rug about three inches away from his mouth.
"Sir!" She holstered her gun and rushed to his side. Grabbing his shoulders, she carefully flipped him over to rest on his back. If he wasn't injured, she would have found the looks and posture of his body comedic. His eyes were in a crossed position, as if he were looking at something resting on his nose. His jaws were clinched and he was biting his lower lip, causing a bit of blood to seep from the area.
Riza managed to get him into a sitting position then struggled to pry his hand away from his nose. After much effort, he let go. She cringed when she saw that it was already beginning to swell. She reached down for his other hand to see that it was cupping his balls and penis protectively.
A light blush sketched itself over the pale skin of her cheeks. "Um… I'll let you remove that hand of your own accord when you are prepared to do so," she said formally, her voice assuming an uncomfortable quality. "What happened to you? Did you get attacked?"
Roy's eyebrow twitched and he opened his mouth to talk, but the scrunching up of his face caused a spasm of pain to occur in his nose. He shook his head, frustrated that he couldn't speak.
Riza put Roy's arm around her shoulders and helped him to his feet, inching up a bit at a time until they were as straight as Roy could get. "Let's get you to a hospital." They took a small step and Roy groaned and grimaced. After waiting a moment, they took another step, then another. "Sir, I'm sure they can give you some pain meds for your injuries and fix you right up."
They arrived at the door and Riza reached for the knob. Before her fingers could touch the handle, the door swung open, hitting them both in the face and causing them to fall backwards. Roy's head banged against a table, effectively rendering him unconscious. Riza cursed and sat up, the edge of her chin bleeding slightly from the contact with the door. She narrowed her eyes and glared death at the person responsible for opening the door so suddenly.
Havoc and the other men stood there staring at her, immobilized with fear as Riza began growling at them like a dog ready to attack. It was an unmistakable indication that she was about to flip out and possibly cause one of them great personal trauma. She lifted her thumb to her chin to wipe away the blood, not taking her eyes off the soldiers at the door. "You are supposed to knock before entering one's office, isn't that right sir?" she said, trying to remain as calm as possible. When she didn't get a response, she turned toward Roy.
"Fuehrer!" She rushed over to him and pushed the table out of the way so she could rest his head on her lap. She was relieved when he stirred slightly as she moved him, "Havoc, call 911!"
Havoc hastened to the phone and picked up the receiver. He placed his finger in one of the holes of the dialer but paused. He looked at Riza in a panic, "Damn it, what's the number?"
Riza growled, took out her, and shot a mere half inch away from him, the bullet embedding in the wall beside his head. Havoc stumbled slightly as he jumped back, nearly falling on his butt. It was the first time Riza shot at one of them. "This is no time for that cheesy joke!"
"I'm not kidding! I really forgot!"
Riza closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "Falman?"
"Yes, Ma'am?"
"Call an ambulance," she said, "now!"
He nodded and grabbed the phone from Havoc, quickly dialing the number for the ambulance. After speaking into the phone for a moment, he hung it up and turned to Riza, "They are on their way."
She nodded and looked down at Roy, her face contorting with worry. He was grimacing in pain but calmed down as she stroked his bangs then forehead gently. "Havoc, go out and watch for them. Lead them through the back entrance and up the fuehrer's private stairs."
Havoc nodded and left the room to do as she ordered.
"Anything we can do Captain?" Breda asked, wanting to help out the worried woman as much as possible.
"Get a car ready to accompany the ambulance. I want you all to accompany us to the hospital. Falman, have Maria and Denny come here and handle the matters of this office. Fuery, have the military police guard the fuehrer's entrance from any unauthorized personnel."
The men rushed off to do as they were ordered, leaving Riza alone with Roy. She began running her fingers through his hair gently, feeling him relax despite the pain that he was experiencing. "We'll get you taken care of soon," she whispered.
AN: Hope you liked it, next chapter coming soon. Please drop a review if you have the time. They are much appreciated.