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Okay, so this is my very first posted fanfic. I've been having some trouble uploading, so I really hope this works. D

Summary: Roy's brigade is given an assignment in Riza & Roy's hometown, to protect Riza's (slightly annoying) aunt who's been receiving death threats. Lots of faces and places from their past. ROYAI! Lots of OCs and all that good stuff!

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist, characters, storyline, etc etc. Too bad sooooooo sad. Authoress cries at her own harsh words But I'm guessing you knew that already. Rated K, maybe T in later chapters.

PLEASE review. Reviews are soooo helpful to newbies like me! Reviews determine the fate of this story! To be continued or not to be continued…

I created my own OCs, of which there will be many. The Becka, however, is NOT Rebecca from the manga- the name fit the character, and I got this idea a looong time ago, before I knew about Rebecca.

So now, I present:

Faces, Places, and Memories

Roy's POV:

"Hey, chief. I got a special assignment here, straight from the Fuhrer." Havoc waved an envelope in Colonel Mustang's face.

"Oh, did we? Details, Havoc." the Colonel said.

"Heunh? Oh, it's bodyguarding. Some old banker lady who's been receiving death threats."

"Bodyguarding?" The colonel said with a frown. He never got bodyguard assignments; I'm -we all are- to far up the ranks for that.

"Yep. We were 'specially requested'," Havoc said, making air quotes.

...too far up unless we're asked for, Roy thought with a frown. "Exactly who was requested, Havoc?" Maybe he could get out of it if Fuery or Breda had been requetsed, decline it for them. They ranked too low for requests to have to be acknowledged.

"Our brigade was. Or rather, Lieutenant Hawkeye was. So the rest of us come along." Havoc stated, chomping on his cigarette noisily.

Man, we're stuck with it. Oh well, that means less paperwork for a while. This can't be that bad, it'll be like a mini-vacation. With lots of girls who will admire me and my rank. Wait- Hawkeye?! Who would request Hawkeye? Interesting...

Riza's POV:

Whaaat? Me, requested? That's ridiculous! Who would..."I was requested, was I? By whom?" her tone displayed none of her inner turmoil as she arched an eyebrow and got a new report to be signed.

"One Daria Lanston, of Wishing Springs. Never heard of her or the town. Do ya know her, Lieutenant?" Havoc read off the assignment, looking questioningly at Riza.

"Yes, she's my aunt. And Wishing Springs is where I grew up."

A loud groan from across the room interrupted them. Apparently, Mustang had not been really been daydreaming. "Ooooohhhh, noooo. The one who hated your cooking and loved pink? With the big new house that she wanted you to move into?"

"Unfortunately, yes. My father's sister. She hated alchemy and the military. Never approved of my dad's job, really. Or mine." Hawkeye said, musing. She's ignored me all these years. I haven't even talked to her since I left eight years ago, just the occasional letter. Wow, it really has been eight years. Can't say I'm looking forward to seeing her again, but Trivva and Becka will be there too! God, how long has it been since I've sent them a letter? I'll write one later,she thought, remembering how her two childhood friends had squealed whenever they got something in the mail.

"Ummm, sir? What are you talking about? How does the colonel know your aunt? Would someone please explain?" Feury's face was wrinkled in confusion as he looked from one person to the next.

"Oh yeeaaaaaaaah, no one's ever bothered to fill little Feury in on that detail yet, have they?" Havoc laughed, and said "Well, ya see, once upon a time-" a mischievous look on his face.

"My alchemy sensei was Lieutenant Hawkeye's father, Nathaniel Hawkeye. I lived with Hawkeye sensei-and subsequently Lt. Hawkeye- while I was studying with him. Hawkeye senseidiscovered flame alchemy, after all, so where else would I have learned it?" Roy lectured a shocked Feury, whose mouth was hanging open in surprise. "Close your mouth. The aunt who Hawkeye was referring to-"

"Was the one to whose house I was sent to whenever my father... was too busy. My mother died when I was four, and when I was too much of a nuisance to my father and his research I was sent to her house. More of a mansion, really. When my father died, she offered me a home, but I joined the military. She'd always wanted a daughter to dress up and serve tea to." Riza's mouth twisted wryly. She always had those stupid parties, lasting until all hours of the night, and she would force me to wear pink!

"Uhh, pink, sir?" Feury looked, if it was possible, even more puzzled.

"Nothing, Feury. Here, I have a picture." Hawkeye opened her desk drawer and pulled out a picture frame as the men crowded around. It wasn't Riza's favourite picture of herself, but her Aunt Daria was in it, so it would have to do. It depicted a large woman with blonde hair in a tidy blue skirt and white blouse, holding the hand of a little girl about seven years old. They were standing in front of a large Victorian-style house (A/N: Not quite as big as the Armstrong's but still pretty good sized.) on a grassy slope. The little girl was blonde as well, with long wavy hair and familiar side-swept bangs. She had been forced into a purple ruffled dress- thank God the dress wasn't pink, but how did she get a bow in my hair?- and looked like right there was the last place she wanted to be. She had a grass stain on one knee and was giving the photographer a familiar glare with big amber eyes, her smile forced. Daria had a big, happy smile for the camera, and was holding Riza's hand tightly as though worried she might run away. Which, if Riza remembered correctly, she had. Twice. She inwardly groaned at the memory.

"Hey, is that you?" Breda looked as though he was having an asthma attack as his face turned red from suppressed laughter.

Hawkeye glared at him, the same look the little girl in the photo was wearing. "Yea, as a matter of fact it is. Is there a problem with that?"

"No, no, no. Just- you're, you're-"

"Yes?"

"Wearing a dress."

Roy decided to intervene- Riza's look was becoming dangerous. "Okay, everyone, so we're boarding the two o'clock train to Wishing Springs tomorrow."

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AFS: Hmmmmmmm, too short for my tastes. it looked longer on paper.

Roy: Yeah, maybe because you have the weirdest notebook ever. I mean, spirals at the top?

AFS: So what if it's weird? I still love you, notebook! (strokes notebook and glares at Roy) (Notebook changes into Envy)

Roy: I didn't know you could do that!

Envy: There are a lot of things you don't know! Muahahaha! (runs from the room)

AFS: Ahhhhhhhh! My stories! Hey, you, change back into my notebook this instant! (runs after Envy)

Roy: Oooh, she wrote some end comments. Ok, how do you work this keyboard...types quickly

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Roy: Now I've got it.

AFS: Sorry, I had to stop there as I wanted to try to post it. Not the best stopping place- I cut that scene short but oh well.

More action, fluffiness, and DRAMA in later chapters. If I get reviews I will definitely continue!

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