AN: Okay, so here's the timeline. It is three years after the series, Roy is missing an eye (just because eye patches are sexy), Ed is still with the military (just because Roy is sexy .), he has his real limbs, Al is finally a real boy, living in Risembowl with Winry (I can't write Al very well). That's about it. The second part of the first chapter is added on cause I'm dumb and forgot to check the chapter before I uploaded the story. Sorry I keep updating this for the three people that have me on alert. is dumb and doesn't show add in the spaces I put between scenes. Enjoy.

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Edward Elric was many things. He was a genius for one (no one could deny that). He was determined (stubborn really, but he'd never admit it). He was also rather . . . short.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SHORT THAT THEY'D GET CARRIED AWAY BY A GUST OF WIND?"

He just really didn't like that last one being mentioned.

"FullMetal, for the sake of my sanity, SHUT UP!"

And Roy Mustang really liked to mention it. In his defense, today he had not mentioned it. He had simply greeted his subordinate as he would anyone else in his charge.

And in the boy's defense, Ed did look sheepish as he realized this.

"Sorry," he muttered, a scarlet hew rushing across his face. He looked down at his feet, not feeling like the genius he was.

The Furher (as of the death of the old one and a long talk with many of the men of the military (really what man could resist the miniskirt movement?)) sighed, wondering why on Earth he put up with this day in and day out.

Though Ed was getting slightly better at controlling his outbursts. And now he would even apologize for them sometimes. Someplace in the back of his mind Roy questioned whether or not apologies would matter to those the boy turned deaf.

"As I was about to say," he continued, leveling Edward with a stern look. The boy shifted but stayed silent, "You are being reassigned for the next few weeks."

At this twin eyebrows rose, threatening to be lost in a blond hairline.

"Reassigned to what?" he quipped, scowling at the smirk that appeared on the Furher's face.

"You will be assisting me with my daily tasks seeing as Hawkeye has taken some time off work."

She hadn't called it that. Her actual words were "Furher, I am requesting time away from this office. Please temporarily reassign me to some country where I won't have to put up with your immaturity and sexual harassment- no, Furher, it is not appropriate to comment on how a woman's miniskirt is riding up! If it hadn't been for you I would not have to worry about a miniskirt riding up!"

There had also been a few choice words about his sex life, questions on his sexuality, and a brief spat over whether or not shooting the Furher is a capital offence. Luckily, the Furher had won that argument.

"What?" Ed replied, face blank though his right eye twitched once.

"I believe you heard me, FullMetal," came the smooth voice of the Flame Alchemist. "You will start officially tomorrow morning."

Again the eye twitched, but the blond had more important things to think about than a malfunctioning eye.

"Officially?"

Here the smirk just became smug, and Ed desperately wanted to see if he could get away with kicking the man's face in. This would not be good.

"Yes, tomorrow is your first day on schedule, but I need some assistance now, and you're here already, so . . ."

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Yes, Ed mused some twenty minutes later, this was certainly not good. In fact, this was bad, verging on horrible.

Edward was currently dusting the Furher's office. He had been sure that it wouldn't take that long, not with Hawkeye usually looking over Roy's shoulder all day. Surely she would have picked up a dust rag, she was known for disliking the very concept of dirt and grim.

When Ed had climbed onto a leather couch (it had been pushed against a book case in order to reach the top) (he hated to admit that he could just barely reach now) he had seen how untrue that was.

Grumbling to himself, the boy continued his task. Occasionally, he would glare at Roy, who just sat back and watched, smirking. Thoughts of kicking in the man's face returned- it was still a large offense for some reason.

"Have you done the encyclopedias yet, FullMetal?"

Shoulders tensed and the boy nearly fell off the couch.

"No, I haven't done the encyclopedias yet," he ground out from between clenched teeth. He had good reason to be angry though. The Furher kept a large supply of encyclopedias, several book cases were full of nothing but, and it seemed as if they had never been touched.

"Well, get to it then, I really don't have time for this you know. I'm the Furher now, leader of the military. I have many important things to do," Roy stated in the 'you really should consider bowing down before my glory' tone. Ed leveled him with a blank stare.

"If you have so much to do," he said slowly, "then why don't you do them now?"

The Flame Alchemist shrugged, looking far too at ease. A suggestive expression crossed his face, but Ed had already went back to dusting.

"Actually, FullMetal, my view is far too good at the moment to waste on work."

This time Ed did fall off the couch.