Disclaimer: I did not create and do not own FullMetal Alchemist. I do not own the characters, setting, or time period.

So, this is my first work of FanFiction. It will be a Royai, along with other characters and maybe a little Ed & Winry. Enjoy!

Roy

God, what had happened?

Everything was blurry and messed up. Roy imagined that this was what hell was like. Blurry and painful.

Oh god...what the hell was going on?

"Sir? Colonel Mustang?" Hawkeye asked, looking over Roy with worried eyes. Roy liked the way she looked when she did that. It made him feel like she really was worried, because usually she would pull out a gun when she had that type of expression.

"Yes Hawkeye? What is it?" He asked in the most serious tone he could manage, being on the floor and everything.

"Are you all right, sir?" She asked. Roy's brow furrowed.

"Uh...tell me what happened and I'll give you the results." He offered, smiling weakly. Hawkeye sighed, holding out a hand. Roy took it and Hawkeye pulled him to his feet. "Thank you." He said, dusting himself off. Hawkeye smiled.

"Your welcome, sir." She said, saluting him. Roy smiled.

"Now, will you please tell me what happened?" He asked, looking around. Edward Elric stood off to the side, smiling weakly and rubbing the back of his neck. Roy narrowed his eyes. "Something tells me it had to do with you, FullMetal." Roy guessed. Hawkeye gave Edward a knowing smile. Roy would make Ed's life a living hell.

"Uh, yeah, Colonel. It...kind of did..." Edward said quietly, giving Roy a sheepish smile. Al cowered next to him, watching Roy's every move. Roy's eyebrows raised.

"What did you do, FullMetal?" He asked. Edward didn't answer. "As your commander, I give the order you tell me what the heck you did!" Roy snapped, geting angry. Hawkeye tsked.

"I would do what he says, Elric." She sighed, turning to walk back to her own desk. Edward was sweating. Roy grinned evily.

"I...I...I-I pissed you off, and you attacked me, and it was self defense, and I knocked you out, and your Hawkeye there tried to shoot me." Edward stammered, cowering at his last word. Roy scowled.

"What the hell?" He said, starting to laugh. Edward watched him like he was crazy, and Al started shaking. Hawkeye just shook her head.

All the memories were coming back now. Roy's gloves getting wet; getting mad at Edward. Knocking himself out by trying to ignite his wet gloves. Dammit, that was funny. Roy calmed down, then turned and walked back to his desk.

"And, may I ask, why were you in here in the first place?" Roy asked after taking a sip of his coffee, which was still hot. Edward smiled.

"We thought we'd stop by before we left for Central." He said. Roy nodded.

"You better be careful out there, Elric. I'm still not open to you being killed any time soon." Roy said with a wicked smile.

"Wouldn't dream of it, sir!" Edward gushed, before walking out with Al close behind. Hawkeye shook her head.

"You should keep a careful watch on those boys, sir." She advised. Roy sat back in his chair and nodded.

"I swear, those boys will be the death of me." Roy said, closing his eyes. Hawkeye nodded. He sighed, then opened his eyes and turned back to his work. He scowled down at the paperwork. He hated filling out forms and applications all the time.

"Good morning, Colonel." Hawkeye said as she walked in the next morning.

"Good morning Hawkeye." Roy said with a nod, still absorbed in his paperwork. Hawkeye smiled. The phone rang, and Hawkeye picked it up.

"Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye of East City, Colonel Roy Mustang's Office, speaking. Hello? Yes Hughes, he is here. Colonel?" Hawkeye said, looking over at Roy. Roy sighed and picked up the line.

"Hello Hughes. What do you want?" He asked.

"Oh, someone hasn't had their coffee this morning! Hey Roy, how are you?" Hughes said happily. Roy rolled his eyes.

"No time to talk Hughes. Please, just spit it out so I can get my work done." Roy said. The other end was silent. "Hughes?" Roy turned to Hawkeye. "I think he hung up..." He said. Hawkeye smiled.

"You can be a bit intimidating, sir. Even over the phone." She admitted. Roy scowled.

"You could have told me sooner, I could have used it to my advantage."

"Oh, you already do, sir."

Silence.

"Sir?"

"Why don't you tell me certain things?" Roy asked in an accusing tone of voice. Hawkeye shrugged.

Roy stood up and stretched. It had been a very long day, and he couldn't wait to go home and sleep.

"Good night, sir." Hawkeye said, grabbing her coat from its hook by the door.

"Wait, Hawkeye. I'll walk out with you." Roy said, grabbing his hat, coat, and gloves. Hawkey smiled. The two of them walked out of the building, said good bye, and went their own ways. Hawkeye called for a taxi, and Roy walked back to his apartment. It was a cold, clear night. Winter had just set in and the first signs of frost were appearing in the grass. Roy pulled his coat over his uniform, rubbing his hands togather to keep warm. His breath turned to steam in the air; swirling away from him like smoke.

Roy unlocked his apartment door, and walked inside, locking the door behind him. The study's light was on, and so was the bedroom's and kitchen's as well. Roy couldn't remember leaving the lights on, it seemed like years ago. The mail had been slipped under the door, and he picked it up. It seemed Edward and Al Elric had made it to Central ok.

Roy walked into the kitchen and placed the mail on the table. He shed his coat, gloves, and hat on the couch and moved toward the sink to get a glass of water. He drank three glasses, then splashed his face with cold water before turning off the kitchen light and going into his study. He always had more work to do... Roy sat down at his desk and starting working. Aroung 10:37 PM a crash sounded from the kitchen. Roy rubbed his eyes and stretched. So much for a goodnight sleep. At this rate, he would never get to bed.

Roy walked into the kitchen and turned the lights on. His glass was shattered on the floor. He sighed and swept up the broken glass and dumped it in the trash. Roy got another glass, drank another three cups, replaced the cup in the cabinet, turned off the lights, and returned to his study. The door slammed shut behind him. He grabbed his alchemist gloves from the desk. Was it just him, or was he being paranoid? Or was he hallucinating? Roy turned. Nope. The door was shut. Roy tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge.

He sighed. Great. Just great.

"Damn apartment." Roy muttered. Something hard hit him in the bad of the head. Roy turned. Nothing. "What the hell...?" He said, this time louder. He could use a drink. A real one. Or maybe that would make it worse? Roy was so tired he couldn't think straight, but he forced himself to focus. Something else hit him in the back of the head, and Roy turned and sent a trail of flames out that disappeared in the air after a few moments of being suspended in the air.

"Show yourself!" Roy ordered.

"Ok." A hoarse voice said. Something hit Roy in the back of the head and he collapsed onto the floor.

Nope. Still nothing.

I hope you liked it! I hope to update it soon!