Situations

Summary: It is the morning after Roy's battle with Pride/Furher Bradley, and both he and Riza are examining their feelings for one another, will they give into them or ultimately ignore them completely?

Disclaimer: I do not own FMA in anyway shape or form, I just love writing fanfics and taking the opprotunity to manipulate all of the characters to do my biding for me. In other words I always get what I want. insert manical laughter here

Chapter 1: Situations Like These

How does one wind up in such a situation, he thought as the blood pooled around slowly. In the back of his mind he could have sworn that he had heard someone calling out to him. He heard the tears and distress in the voice as the blissful darkness enveloped him completely.

The next morning he awoke in a place far different from where his body fell heavily to the ground. Did that voice bring me here, he thought in the back of his mind. He looked around the room completely for a few minutes, before it had hit him. He was looking out of only one eye, something was keeping his right eye closed off to see the world or rather room around him. From his examinization of the room he looked down at his arms and saw tubes peeking out from his veins in his arms, tubes that carried a clear liquid into his body. Suddenly the sound of an opening door caught his attention away from his arms, and his head shot up quickly.

"So, I see that you have finally awoken, General Mustang, sir," a smooth female voice said slowly and carefully to him.

He smiled at the blonde that had just entered the room, "good morning to you, too, Riza." Even though the events of the previous night were all but a blur to Roy, he knew how he had wound up in the very bed that he was in at the moment. He had known who was the one shedding those tears for him, he knew who was the one calling out to him, and only him. Although, rather than boost his already large ego, by adressing those allegations, Roy let out a low inaudible sigh.

"The Doctors said that you should be ready for release by the end of the day," Riza said slowly and quietly, attempting to sheild any emotion that had threatened to seep through. The memories of Roy laying on the ground on the brink of death, still stained her and she wanted to rid herself of them and the emotions that they brought up in her heart. After the events of the night before, she swore that she was to never again allow her emotions to be shown, for they blinded her. Never again, not after those images that haunt her, and the thoughts that ran through her mind. She almost lost him, but this time not to one of those supermodel type women he insisted on dating, but rather to something that would keep him away from her forever.

In the back of her mind, in that one moment of weakness in which she let all of her emotions seep through her hard outer shell, she felt that she had failed him. She was not supposed to love him, he was her superior, her collegue and sometimes best friend. Although those reason and moral and professional barriers stood there, that could not stop how she truly felt about Roy Mustang. Slowly her head began to fall forward causing Riza to stare at her military issued boots, and she stood before Roy watching as her feet on now will of her own started clicking at their heels.

Unknowingly to Riza, Roy was laying in the bed examining her motions carefully, his brow furrowed at the way she was acting. "Riza," he started carefully, attempting to hide the concern over his collegue and trusted friends behavior, although failing miserably at such a task. "Is there something wrong," the question came spilling out of his mouth and there was no way to stop it, he really couldn't help it.

Quickly her head shot up and she was looking straight at Roy, for a moment gazing into the deep black, attractive eyes that he possessed. Biting at her bottom lip slightly, she dropped her gaze from him and looked over at the table next to the bed, "no, Roy, nothing is wrong." Quietly she turned away from the man, and head from the door, before the tears she shed last night stung in her eyes and fell down her check quietly. As her hand reached the knob to the door, she spoke hiding the tears in her eyes, "I will be back for you, sir. Until then I suggest that you get a bit more rest." With a certain swiftness she opened the door and slipped out, not once looking back at Roy.

He looked down as Riza left the room, and when he heard the sound of the door clicking shut signifying her exit he looked up finally with a heavy heart. He sighed a bit, giving into the tiredness that had once again come over him his head fell back to the pillow on the bed. How does one wind up into situations like these, Roy pondered on both his predictament and feeling for his Lieutentiant. Slowly, with a hard heart thumping in his chest loudly anticipating the hours to come, he fell into deep sleep.

Authors Note: This is chapter one of the first FMA fanfic that I have written at all, and was all inspired by a song called "Look After You," by The Fray. Well at least this chapter was, anyways I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, and I will have a chapter two to it of course. Thank you and read and review I really want to know what you guys think about it! Rissa Havoc