So, this is my new story titled 'Days of Green', and it is going to be an EnvyxOC story. But! It WILL be canon, and I promise you, I will do anything in my power to keep Envy in character and to not make a Mary Sue. 'Cause I hate those…

This is animeverse, and it starts from right after Episode 13 'Fullmetal vs. Flame'. Enjoy

This is yet another story dedicated to my beloved Athiriel ;)


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A few leaves fell of the tree above her, gently flailing towards the ground, as if flying on a silent wind. She watched them for a few moments, just standing there, in the middle of the road.

Not that she had much else to do. Pushing up the black sleeve of her jacket, she looked at her watch.

They where nearly fifteen minutes late. So much for being punctual. She sighed, kicking at one of the rocks that where lying on the road.

So much of her life had changed in a matter of months. It had all moved by so quickly, everything happening like a blur before her eyes. And now, everything stood still, except for those leaves, still falling off the crown of the green forest before her.

She pushed a stray lock of brown hair behind her ear, a little irritated when it wouldn't stay in place. But then again, she had been the one to cut her own hair, just below her chin. It had just seemed right, after…

The sound of wheels crunching over rocks and sand broke into her thoughts, and she turned around to see a car drive up beside her, the windows reflecting in the high afternoon sun.

The door was opened, and a man in a uniform reminiscent of her own, stepped out. A dark, long coat was thrown over, nearly the same color as his ebony hair. He smiled gently at her, brown eyes searching her face.

A gloved hand was stuck out of his pocket, an alchemy symbol on it. She shook it, concluding who he was even before he'd opened his mouth.

"Erica Jordon, right?" He asked as he let go of her hand. Erica nodded, willing herself to smile back. It wasn't too hard, seeing as how he seemed very genuine, but lately, smiling was getting harder and harder.

"You must be Colonel Roy Mustang." She said, her eyes again flowing towards his now hidden hands. "The Flame Alchemist."

There was a twinkle in his eyes, and a smirk on his lips. Erica felt her knees grow just the tiniest bits of soft – she couldn't deny that he was handsome, even if not her type.

"I am." He said. "I assume your father told you about me." The smile was gone as he said that, and he was rapidly searching her face again. She kept her mask of indifference on.

"I was very sad to hear about his dead." He continued. "I and your father were old comrades. We served together under the Ishbalan Civil War."

Erica nodded, looking down because she was afraid her mask would crack. She refused to cry in front of strangers, no matter how good friends they had been with Abraham.

"Yes, he told me a lot about that." She said. "He always spoke very highly of you. That's the reason you where the first I contacted when…" She trailed off and he nodded.

"Yes, of course." The Colonel turned to the side, gesturing towards the still open car-door. "We have to get going Miss Jordon. It's a long way to Central."

Nodding, she grabbed the black suitcase on the ground beside her, and crawled into the car.

They drove in silence for a few minutes, both staring out the window aimlessly. Erica found herself lost in the deep green of the tree-crowns and the grass that flew past faster than her mind could properly register. Her fingers tightened without thought on the hem of the suitcase.

"I am sorry we kept you waiting." Mustang said, breaking into her thoughts. She turned her head, but noticed that he was still staring out the window, albeit clearly paying attention to whatever response she would have.

"That's all right." She lied. It hadn't been all right at the time, but now the annoyance was as good as gone. There was really nothing she could do about it anyway.

A wry smile flew over Roy's lips.

"There was a few… problems back in Central." A weird look flew over his eyes, and for a moment she was sure he was going to burst out laughing, but then it disappeared just as suddenly as it had come. Erica frowned.

"What kind of problems?" She slowly asked, not wanting to push, but not quite believing that he would get angry either. He seemed too amused for that.

He was still smiling, finally looking at her as he answered.

"Have you ever heard of the Fullmetal Alchemist?"

She frowned for a bit, searching her brain until a bright lamp light inside.

"Oh yeah… Elric or something, right?" She said. "Abra… My dad told he was only twelve when he passed the test." The word 'dad' felt weird in her mouth. She'd never really used it, not even around him. It had seemed… wrong somehow.

"He has a brother, doesn't he?"

Roy nodded. "Yes, he does. He's been on a lot of smaller missions with his brother, and he just returned a few days ago. There was… uh, smaller messes in the aftermath of his return… namely involving a cat and some information's I was reluctant to give…"

Erica eyed him strangely, wondering what a cat had to do with all that, and why he deemed it important for her to know.

"That sounds interesting." She was lying yet again, something she normally didn't like doing, unless it was to get out of trouble. But still, it was important to be polite to the people who were going to take care of her from now on.

She almost made a face at that thought. She didn't need anyone to take care of her. She could do absolutely fine on her own.

And she would be absolutely fine on her own, if it hadn't been for Abraham's unfinished business.

She mentally huffed, glaring at the window. Way to die right as you are the most needed…

A small laugh was heard from behind her, and she whipped around, staring at Mustang. He was looking at her with a look she couldn't decipher, something she really didn't like.

"I apologize." He said. "It's just… you looked so much like your father, just there."

She frowned again, not knowing if she should take that as an insult or a compliment. She decided to go with the latter.

"Thank you." She mumbled. "He… he always used to say that I reminded him of my mother."

Roy nodded. "Yes, I met her once. You have her hair-color. But you have his eyes."

Instinctly, she reached upwards, touching the spot under her left eye. That was true. Abraham had always kept bragging about how she had inherited his grey-green eyes. They even had the same shape as his.

She forced herself to smile at him, finding it just a little more genuine than the other ones had been. Colonel Mustang seemed to live up to the expectations her father had put in her.

"Where will I be staying?" She asked, deciding to be just a little more talkative than she had been up until now. Besides, she didn't want to be on completely unfamiliar ground when she came to Central. She needed information.

"Lieutenant Colonel Hughes volunteered to have you staying." Roy said. "He lives in the eastern parts of Central with his wife and daughter. But, you are welcome to stay in a hotel, if you'd prefer that."

She thought about it for a second, staring out the window again while she did so. The landscape hadn't changed much, except it seemed like it had thinned out a little in the trees. They must be in Central soon.

With a start, she realized that this was a test. Abraham had put her through a lot of those when she was younger, and she shouldn't be surprised that the rest of the military would do the same. Even though she had valuable information and was the daughter of a very prized General, they still couldn't be sure if she could be trusted.

"I'd like to stay with Mr. Hughes." She said. "After I've been reassured that it is completely fine with him."

For some reason, the very amused smile on Roy's face, told her she'd somehow just asked a very stupid question.

"It is." He said, clearly trying to keep himself from laughing. "It really is."

*

Erica had never been in Central before, despite the countless of times she'd plagued Abraham of taking her with him. So she could feel a small hint of excitement as the car entered the streets of the city she'd heard so much about.

Struck completely speechless, she looked around at the tall buildings, her eyes hungrily taking everything in. She couldn't keep a smile from breaking out on her face.

It was beautiful here.

But despite the beauty of it all, even Erica, a newcomer, could feel the smallest hint of tension layering everything around the city. It was smothering the streets like a light fog. People where inhaling it without even noticing.

"The Fuhrer's still here." Roy said, a sentence clearly more directed at himself than her. She turned her head, looking at him in puzzlement. How could he know that? Following his gaze, her own eyes nearly flew out of her sockets at the sight before her.

Before the gate of the military Headquarters, stood the tallest and most gigantic man Erica had ever seen. Clad in the blue military uniform (how the hell had they found a size that fit??) and with a giant smile on his mustached'ed face, he waved at them as the car stopped to a halt. In one long stride, he was at her door, opening it and looking at her with kind eyes.

"Welcome to Central, Miss Jordon!" He said, shaking the hand she'd reached out at him (part of her wanting to see if he was really real. How could someone be so tall?), and particularly lifting her out of the car, placing her on the ground beside him.

"I am Major Alex Louis Armstrong!" He declared, and Erica could have sworn she saw a pink sparkle or two flew around him.

"H-hello…" Erica faintly mumbled, craning her neck to look at the face of the Major. "I'm… I'm… Erica."

"Indeed!" He boomed, and Erica found herself wondering how the hell she was even able to see his smile behind that giant, blonde thing on his upper-lip…

"You forgot your suit-case." She jumped a little as Roy suddenly stood beside her, handing her the named item. She possessively snatched it out of his hands, sending him an apologetic smirk in the meantime. He looked like he understood.

"Colonel." Armstrong suddenly went serious, turning to the other man. They nodded at each other, Roy still smirking.

"I'll take Miss Jordon to my office now." Roy said, drumming lightly at her shoulder. "Then we'll talk later."

Unspoken words where passed between them, and curiosity welled up in her. However, with that came a voice that shouted a name.

"Wait… Armstrong?" She said, having finally broken out of the daze. "… Major Armstrong… you knew A… My father, didn't you?"

A look of complete and utter devastation came over the Major's features. It was a startling change to the before so bright smile, and Erica thought that he suddenly looked like what he really was; a soldier who'd seen more than his fair share of death and despair.

"Yes. An irreplaceable loss to us all!" He said, and Erica thought she saw a glimmer of tears in her eyes. She didn't know if she should be moved by it all, or simply scared. He placed a hand on her shoulder, and she felt her knees buckle under his weight. Argh!

"He was a very great friend."

Erica suddenly found that she was the one with tears in her eyes. Swallowing the bump in her throat, she couldn't do anything but nod.

Turning her head and looking at the Headquarters, she suddenly found it looking eerily much like a giant, scaring castle.

The kind that had monsters in them.


Really hoped you liked, and don't forget to review, if you want to see Erica meeting Hughes in the next chapter! (That is going to be so hilarious). Questions, critique, I will accept anything with open arms, except for flames, which will instead be used for Roy's enjoyment!