Ok, just to clear things up before reading…Roy has an older brother that I've decided to name William Mustang. Also, he's gay. You'll understand why later on in the story. Other things to clear up is that, Gracia Hughes is now Riza's sister and isn't married to Maes. Yet. The pairings in this story is, no duh, Roy and Riza, Maes and Gracia, and Rebecca and Havoc. I may add more along the way if any of my plans change.

Disclaimer: As this fanfic is based off a drama, it is not completely mine. Thus, I do not own both the characters, and the main plot. Hope you enjoy!

Riza's Point of View

"Pain! It hurts so badly! Stop the pain!" screamed an elderly man behind the blue curtains.

The curtains parted, giving way to a blonde female with auburn eyes.

"Heart rate?" she asked as she quickly pulled on gloves.

"90," a nurse replied quickly.

"What happened to him?" She asked as she put a cloth on to the man's bloody forehead.

"He fell and banged his head, and also broke his arm in the process," another nurse answered briskly.

"It hurts! You are doctors! Hurry up and heal me! That's what doctors are supposed to do!" yelled the elderly man.

"Yes sir, we were actually just about to do that," the blonde replied as she pulled out a needle.

The second the needle flashed in the light the man flinched.

"I don't like needles!" he quickly yelled.

"Sir, it will numb you and help the pain go away, so we can treat you more effectively" replied as she tried to position herself to perform the action.

The man cowered in the corner of his bed.

"It won't hurt," she said rolling her eyes. Honestly, this man was old. He should've already gone through this many times in his lifetime, right?

"That's what the doctors told me when I was a kid, and it hurt. Doctors lied back then, and they still do apparently," he said glaring at her.

"What do you want me to say? Sir, get ready, this is really going to hurt?" she asked sarcastically.

"No, just don't give me the shot," he retorted simply.

If only life could be so simple, old man. She started to lean over again to give him the shot when he exclaimed, "I said no shot hungry ghost!"

The blonde glared. "Listen very carefully, sir. If you don't take the shot the pain will NOT go away and you WON'T get better. You're also bleeding heavily. Do you want to die, because you childishly didn't want to have a shot?"

The man shut up, and quietly muttered "no."

"Good," she replied simply, and quickly gave him the shot as he yelped in pain. She quickly filed some reports on the cranky patient, and headed out to her much desired lunch.

Roy's Point of View

Roy Mustang was one happy architect. He had just gotten a date with seven girls, one for each day of the month, in half of a day. Currently, he was on a date with another bimbo. He had her bony hand laid gently in his hand as they waited for lunch. He looked at the time, and from his seat saw a man with flowers coming in.

"Hey," Roy began, "Did you know I can read the future?"

The girl just laughed.

"No really!" Roy exclaimed. He shut his eyes and smirked, "Within seconds, there will be a large lily bouquet for you."

Within the second, the man walked in with a bouquet of lilies and bowed to the lady saying, "These flowers are for you ma'am."

As he walked away she squealed, and sniffed the lilies. Suddenly she eyed Roy.

"How many girls have you done this with exactly?" she asked, putting the flowers to the side. Everybody knew that Roy Mustang was "The Playboy of Central."

Roy quickly faked a laugh; he didn't know this bimbo he picked up last night actually had a brain.

"No, this is actually the first time I've done this trick, in all seriousness," he said, throwing her a seductive gaze, causing a velvet color to spread across the girl's cheek.

She giggled, and as she did, Roy couldn't take it anymore and got up abruptly. He really hated going on these dates, but what else did he have to do, other than work for his architecture firm?

"Excuse me, baby," Roy began as he pushed the chair in, "I need to go to the restroom."

As Roy walked out and passed the ladies bathroom, the door was wide open, and from the mirror, he could see a gorgeous blonde standing there, making her hair. Her auburn eyes concentrated on her equally beautiful reflection as she clipped her hair back. Then she was walking out, and before she knew it, she had accidentally run into Roy Mustang, or on Roy's case, he had intentionally run into a very pretty lady.

As they collided, her phone flew out of her purse, and crashed to the marble floor. Just as planned Roy thought.

"Let me," he said, putting his hand up when she had started to go for the bag.

When he reached for the phone he quickly put his number into her contacts and texted himself. As his phone replied with a beep, he earned a glare from the blonde.

"What did you just do?" she questioned.

Roy froze under the icy glare. It was so intimidating, but he decided to just smile as if nothing happened. "I just put my number in, sweetheart," he replied, and leaned in closer to her, "Tonight we can have dinner together; my treat for running into you. I greatly apologize for that. I'll be going now. Call me tonight because I'm free for whatever time you want."

Roy looked at the blonde's bamboozled expression, and decided that it was his time to leave, without ruining the perfect moment of getting this babe's number. As he walked back into the front of the restaurant smiling, he stopped the moment he saw the back of his "girlfriend."

Quietly, he snuck up behind her, lightly grabbed her elbow and exclaimed, "Peek-a-boo!"

She smiled at the sight of him and as Roy sat down questioned, "Why did it take so long?"

Roy smiled and sipped some water. He had no clue what to lie about.

"I went in there to think?" Roy offered, as he put his glass down carefully.

The woman smiled, "About what?"

Then an idea hit Roy. "I was thinking about how I'm supposed to go back to work when I'm still thinking about you," Roy began. He took her hands into his once again and continued, "Because whenever I'm at work, I always see your beautiful face, no matter what time it is."

She giggled, and Roy faked a laugh as well. The "couple" looked up to a pair of fast clicking heels approaching them fast. It was the blonde, Riza.

"Give me your phone!" Riza quickly demanded.

Roy put on his best confused look, and asked, "What's wrong, dear?"

"I said, "Give me your phone!" Now hurry up, I don't have time to waste, because unlike you, I'm productive in my free time," Riza stated, with her hand still outstretched in front of her.

Roy smiled gently at the confused woman in front of him and walked towards Riza. He leaned close to her ear and whispered gently, "Listen baby, talk to me later if you have trouble arranging our date. I'm busy right now"

Riza just glared at him, and without warning went for Roy's pockets searching for his phone. Roy had to admit, as awkward as it was to have a woman searching for his phone in his own pants, he was thoroughly enjoying this. However, as there were only two pockets, it didn't last almost as long as he had wished it could. Now that she had his phone in her hand, he leaned over to check what she was doing. Suddenly he saw her name disappear from his contacts list.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Roy yelped.

Riza smirked, and slammed his phone next to the bimbo. She looked down at her and smiled, "Just to let you know, the reason you're "boyfriend" took so long when he went to the bathroom was because he was hitting on me and getting my number. Forcefully, if I may add." With that Riza stormed away, leaving a befuddled Roy, not knowing what to do.

The woman got up, glass in hand and glared at Roy, waiting for an excuse.

Roy quickly said, "Don't listen to her! She's just jealous that she can't have me!"

She raised an eyebrow and said, "Yea right."

In that instant water collided with his face. Roy sputtered; he absolutely hated water.

Suddenly she started speed-walking away, just as Riza had, except perhaps in a much angrier fashion.

"Cathy! Cathy, I can explain!" Roy yelled after her.

She stopped and looked back, giving Roy some hopes.

"My name is Morgan!" she yelled, and left the restaurant.

Riza's Point of View

"OWWWW! It hurts" yelled a little girl, in another room at the hospital.

"Stop crying honey," soothed one of the nurses, trying to attend to the little girl's large scrape on her leg. However the girl continued to cry.

Suddenly, the curtains parted. The nurses became quiet.

"Let me take care of her," the brunette ordered. The nurses, relieved, stepped away from the child.

As the brunette closed on the girl, she suddenly started to make funny faces, which amused the girl. As the girl laughed at the oncoming comical faces, the brunette dressed the wound quickly.

Minutes later, the little girl and the brunette stepped out, smiling and laughing. She gave the girl to her father, telling him when to bring her back to re-dress her wound, and how to care for the wound. As father and daughter turned at the corner, Riza approached from the same corner, holding two cups of coffee in her hands.

The smile vanished off the brunette's face when the instant Riza popped up and as Riza arrived, she exclaimed, "I was just happy a second ago! I always get into a bad mood when I see you!"

Riza raised an eyebrow, and handed her the coffee. "Oh really?"

"Yes! Riza, if the patients see you, they would die from shock before you could take care of any of them!"

Riza turned, "My face is always like this. It's none of your business."

"As your friend, it is," she replied, as they sat down on a bench in the hallway of the white hospital.

"Hello, Rebecca. Riza," said a voice from behind them.

Both heads turned to find Doctor Maes Hughes. He was the son of the owner of the hospital, and was a very talented doctor. However when his father died, he was too young to take over the company for unknown reasons, and had to lend the company over to a close family friend until the unknown matter was overcome. He had never once received a complaint from any of his patients except for him being too friendly. The downside of his friendliness, however, was that he could sometimes be misinterpreted as gay. Riza believed she would've thought Dr. Hughes was gay, had he not been asking her out to dinner the minute she started working at Grand Central Hospital.

Rebecca stood up and quickly said, "Hello Dr. Hughes! How are you?"

Hughes smiled, "I'm excellent. I heard you just worked on a child?"

Rebecca nodded, and handed him a folder on the information.

"Excellent," Dr. Hughes said when receiving the files. "Thank you. If you may, can I have a word with Riza alone please to discuss her work?"

"You may!" Rebecca squealed and as she passed Riza she whispered, "Please don't mess up!"

Riza glared at her nonsensical friend disappearing down the marbled hallways. She then looked up to Dr. Hughes and stood slowly, taking her time with her coffee.

She pulled out a folder and handed it to him and said, "Here' s the patient's report from this morning. "

Dr. Hughes smiled as he took it, "Yes, I've seen it. You did an excellent job!"

Riza nodded, expressionless, and turned to walk away. Just then she felt a strong, but at the same time gentle grip on her wrist.

"Wait Riza," Dr. Hughes began.

"It's Hawkeye," Riza replied coolly.

"We've known each other since we were little and playing doctor," Dr. Hughes whinned, "I used to call you Riza back then and you never complained."

"You're point?" Riza asked raising an eyebrow. She really had to go, because she was almost sure she had an appointment with another patient. Or maybe her mind was making it up so that she could escape Hughes. Either seemed convenient enough.

Dr. Hughes sighed, stroking his short hair with his hands. Then he adjusted his glasses. "Never mind. I was wondering if you would like to have dinner tonight?"

Riza sighed. She really hated having to be a man magnet. Why couldn't Rebecca be one? She actually wanted men!

"I'm sorry! I can't. I have patients," Riza replied, once again emotionless.

"And patients always come first," Hughes muttered, smiling. He glanced up at Riza. "Don't think I'll give up. I'll keep on asking you until you eventually say 'yes'."

"I'll keep that in mind," Riza nodded, and briskly walked away, without looking back.

William's Point of View

The bar was noisy, crowded, and the perfect environment for William Mustang. He sat there in his tux, as he had driven to the bar right after work and had been drinking since. As William frequently came to the bar, his tolerance level to alcohol was pretty high. Usually William would drink until he was drunk and call his younger brother, Roy, to come and pick him up. Tonight, however, he was waiting for somebody special.

As William sat there, a waiter walked up to him with a glass of wine.

"This is for you, sir," he said handing him the glass.

William eyed it. "I didn't order it," he replied simply.

"The three ladies at that table," he pointed to a table behind him, "Ordered it for you."

William smiled, "How sweet of them!"

He took the glass, and as soon as the waiter was out of sight, he emptied the contents of the glass into a flower next to him. Suddenly he heard whines erupt from behind him.

He looked back to see three ladies, dressed up in miniskirts and shirts with extreme cleavage looking disappointed.

Serves them right. I only have one true love!

Then he heard squeals of delight and as William looked up he saw exactly who he was waiting for: Maes Hughes.

He and Maes had met in high school and developed a very strong friendship. The two went to the same college. However, when William had revealed to Maes about his "personal taste" Maes had started to back away from William. William had decided that Maes was just too shy about his feelings. Maes was still friend with him though, and luckily Maes would come to the bar with William here and then when his other friends from work couldn't come.

As Maes started to walk towards him, one of the girls got up and "accidentally" spilled wine over him.

"I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, and quickly made an attempt to clean up Maes's shirt. William, however was not pleased with the scene of a girl touching his man!

William rushed over to the scene and quickly pushed the girl aside, so he could stand in front of Maes.

"Hey, don't touch my boyfriend!" he yelled.

The girl suddenly started laughing, and so did the other two girls. "So that's why you didn't accept our drink! You don't like girls! You're gay!"

"So what I'm gay?" William retorted. "It's none of your business! If I see you hitting on my boyfriend again, you can say goodbye to your faces!"

"Oh really?" one of the girls laughed. "Taking out a girly man should be no problem!"

"You want to go?" William prompted.

"You bet!" she replied and started to lunge at William.

Suddenly, William felt himself being dragged to the men's restroom, where he was pushed against the wall by Maes.

"Why did you stop me?" William asked, furious.

"Aren't you embarrassed?" Maes asked.

"Why should I?" William asked. Something must've gotten to Maes at work today. He was awfully grumpy. "Those girls should be embarrassed they want my boyfriend!"

The men in the bathroom turned to look at William. William took no notice however and smiled, triumphantly.

"I. Am. Not. You're. Boyfriend!" Maes growled, as he slammed his hand against the marble wall. "How many times do I have to repeat myself?"

William stared at Maes. Whoever made Maes this pissed should be punished! "You'll be my boyfriend once you run out of money!"

Maes glared, "William, are you looking down on me?"

William regretted what he said, all of the sudden. It wasn't right to yell at you're lover when they had a bad day. William reached out for Maes's hand and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry. I'm just jealous when people find interest in you!"

Maes rolled his eyes. "Look, I'm happy that you're feelings towards me are positive, but a relationship between you and me is impossible!"

William cracked, "Is it because of that other doctor? She doesn't love you anymore! Why do you still want her when I love you! If you never had me, you wouldn't be able to get money to pay off your debt your father left behind!"

Maes lifted up a finger and pointed it straight into William's chest, "Don't worry about the money! I'll pay you back every single penny once I get the hospital back under my family name! That way, we won't have to see each other anymore, and our friendship since high school will be forgotten."

"Wait!" William screeched, as Maes started to walk out of the restroom. William jumped on Maes, "I've never asked anything from you! "

"Get off me!" Maes growled, and took off.

As William ran after Maes his phone started to ring. He pulled it out, and saw it was his mother calling.

"Hello mom," William answered, in the sweetest tone possible.

Roy's Point of View

Roy's back hurt like hell. He had to come home late, because he had to work overtime. That and he had a date that didn't want the date to end, so he had to dump her. Currently, Roy was pushing his BMW SUV into the driveway of his house, as one of his maids steered the car in. They had just made it to the driveway where he usually parked his car, which was an enormous relief to Roy. No more breaking his back!

The maid got out of the car, and closed the door as quietly as possible.

"I still don't understand why we have to push the car in?" she whispered at a greatly pained Roy.

Roy stopped rubbing his back. "You know that my mother's ears are just like satellites. If she finds out that I'm back at almost midnight, she'll give me a big speech!" Roy whispered.

The maid raised an eyebrow.

"Do you know what she'll say?" Roy asked.

The maid shook her head.

Roy got ready to imitate his mother. "It's wasting gas! It's wasting battery! Roy! This car is not one or two dollars! Do you have a factory to print money?"

The maid dawned on realization and nodded her head, "You're right! But don't you know you're mother has a very strong sixth sense?"

Roy blinked, and he could feel a sweat drop.

"When ants got into the kitchen to eat food, she knew about it! So what makes you think that she won't know about us pushing the car in?"

Roy scratched his head. Then he felt a grip on his shoulder. A cold grip.

"Wow!" he yelled, and quickly ran to hide behind the maid.

Chris Mustang eyed Roy. "Where you two talking behind my back?"

Roy quickly put on his apologetic face, "Aw mother, who would ever do that? You are so great! You help reduce global warming!"

"It's great that you know, but why did you come home so late?" Chris retorted. "It's wasting gas! It's wasting battery! Roy! This car is not one or two dollars! Do you have a factory to print money?"

Roy and the maid burst out laughing. He had totally called it.

"What's so funny?" Chris asked, as she glared at the two of them.

Roy hastened to change the subject, "Why are you up still? Where you waiting for me?"

Chris laughed, "Of course not! I was waiting for your brother, William!"

Roy raised an eyebrow. Of course she would wait for him. He was her precious son. The best child in the world that was perfect in every way, whereas Roy was a burden.

Chris walked toward the security gate, "I called him a long time ago, but I don't know what's taking him so long! Why isn't he here yet?"

BANG!

Roy, Chris, and the maid turned to look towards the dark house, where they saw the door open and Mr. Mustang running out with a flashlight. He quickly turned on the lights that lightened the garden considerably.

"What?" Chris asked, eyes big.

Mr. Mustang put a hand on his heart and sighed, "Oh, you're here. I got scared when I couldn't find you! I thought you were running away with another man!"

"Are you crazy?" Chris asked, "If you keep acting like this, I will though…Why did you turn on the lights? Do you want the angels to see your face? You have a flashlight in your hand. Use it!"

Christ turned towards the maid, "Kate, turn off the lights!"

"Yes ma'am,"

"Wasting energy," Chris muttered. Suddenly, a shiny Mercedes-Benz convertible pulled into the driveway. Chris hurried over to the door, where William appeared.

"Welcome home honey! I thought something bad happened to you, since you were coming home so late!" Chris exclaimed as she gave her son a hug.

"Hello mom," William exclaimed as he hugged her back, "I just had some important matters to deal with."

"Ok, as long as you get home safely, I'm happy," Chris replied, as she slung an arm over William. "Let's go and talk inside."

"Ok," replied William. With that, the two walked inside happily. As they passed Roy and Mr. Mustang they glared, then continued inside.

Roy looked at his father. Mr. Mustang laughed, "It's good for William that your mother treats him like royalty! Never in the time that I've known her, has she talked as sweetly to me as she does to William."

"Oh," Roy said, thinking, "Then maybe we should switch places so that you can be her son. That way mother will scratch you behind for you every day."

"That's a great idea!" Mr. Mustang exclaimed patting Roy on the back. Roy backwards until his father realized what he was actually agreeing to. 3. 2. 1.

"Roy," Mr. Mustang said very seriously, "I am not a dog."

Roy, cornered, changed subjects once again, "Hey do you know what mother wants to talk to William about?"

Mr. Mustang laughed. "Today, your grandmother from the east called. You might be lucky to have a sister-in law soon."

Roy and Mr. Mustang laughed. Suddenly they realized what it meant. If Roy got a sister in law, that could only mean…

"Wait! William is getting married?" Roy yelled.

After that statement, the lights in the garden went off, and the garden was dark.

Hope you enjoyed. Yea, I think it was a bit longer than I had intended. Reviews are highly appreciated as well as constructive criticism.