Anything for him
Disclaimer: I do not own Full metal Alchemist, Hiromu Arakawa does. I don't get any money from writing this either, this is made just for fun.
A/N: So, I wanted to do a fic with some drama going on and this popped in my mind. I'm not sure how good I'm with writing action scenes, but I decided to try. Please tell me what you think. Oh and if you are readers of "My light", don't worry, I'm still continuing, just trying something different for a change
Chapter one: New assignment
She felt her heartbeats speeding, her breathing getting harder. It felt like the world was spinning round and round and round…
She fell down feeling heavy, oh so heavy. Her feet had no power and all her hands could do was to keep them around the weapon. She gasped for more air and everything started to seem red.
"Lieutenant!"
She heard how someone called her. She wasn't sure who he was. She closed her eyes. She felt someway hot. There was something warm running down to her fingers.
"Lieutenant! Oh god…"
She felt strong arms around her. She wanted to look who it was, but she thought maybe later, I feel a little dizzy. She heard shouting, someone was terrified. Memories from the last night started to run in her closed eyes like a film.
"Ok, so are you ready for good news?"
"What is it chief?"
Mustang grinned at Breda's question and then started with pompous voice.
"We have a field mission!"
The men in the office cheered grinning like little boys. Lieutenant Hawkeye shook her head amused. They were always like this, ready to do anything if they could skip the paperwork that way. But even she had to admit it was nice to go outside the office for awhile. After all it was spring already and she had seen the colonel wiping the windows for no reason too many times already. That man just couldn't stay still if it was sunny outside.
"What is the assignment, sir?"
"Good question, lieutenant!"
Riza was sure she saw sparks around him; he seemed like Armstrong while acting like that. It was kind of scary.
"Our new assignment comes here: There is this new organization or whatever called "Soul of Amestris". It seems that it doesn't have many supporters yet, maybe twenty as far as we know. They don't want to have this new military training centre to be built. They want to safe the forest instead."
"I have heard of it, but I thought it wasn't dangerous group, I thought it was just some tree huggers going against sawing trees."
"Yes, it started like that, but now they have become desperate."
Roy nodded his head and his face finally started to look serious. He looked everybody in the eyes, his onyx gaze staying in his blonde lieutenant (the one that would not touch a cigarette) little too long.
"They have threatened to kidnap the daughter of General White."
"What? The little Claire?"
"You know her Fuery?"
Young man nodded his head lifting his glasses with his index finger. He did that every time he got nervous or frustrated.
"Yes, I have been babysitting her once, when the General had no one else to look after her. Sweet girl."
"Yes, well yesterday morning General White got a call and anonymous man said like this…wait where is the note?"
"Look at your front pocket sir."
"Oh, yes, thank you lieutenant."
Mustang pulled a small paper from his pocket and started to read it aloud.
"If you do not stop your plans, we will have your daughter. You have two days to stop before we will come."
"That's terrible! Threading a little girl!"
"It sure is Havoc. Well the thing is, that General White is responsible from building the centre and now he is of course afraid that they will kidnap the girl, so our team has been ordered to keep Claire safe until they catch the group."
"When will we start, sir?"
"Today. You have one hour to get your things packed, then we will meet here and head to General's house. You can leave now."
The men nodded and everyone started to walk towards the door. Everyone, except the colonel and his loyal lieutenant. Roy sat behind his desk and turned to his lieutenant.
"Hawkeye, shouldn't you be going already?"
"I will go soon, but first I have to think what to do with this paperwork."
"Don't worry about it. I have already arranged so that it will go to the investigations department."
"You have?"
"Hughes owned me one. Besides, I knew you would tress about it."
He flashed Riza a warm smile, different from his usual grins. Somehow softer.
"Go on lieutenant, or you will be late. And I can't deal without you."
She blinked her eyes before saluting. It was only the truth of course; it was rare to see the colonel walking without her, most of the people said she was like his shadow. He probably didn't know himself what she did for her, she was his bodyguard, personal reminder and his friend. Still it made her incredibly happy to hear that from his mouth.
It was because she didn't only think about him as her boss, not even only as her friend. She had loved him for years now; never telling about her feelings, as she was sure they would have disturbed his goal. And that was the last thing she wanted, to be a burden for him. After the years had gone by there had also been this other thing why she stayed quiet. She knew most of the dates he went to were just information sources, but if she really would have had something else than professional relationship, or something else than friendship with him, she knew she would have threatened many girls with her gun already.
There was only one man she would be jealous of, only one man she would die for and sadly this man would be with any other woman than her. So she did her job, supported him with all she had and made sure he needed her more than anyone else. And, she thought, maybe one day when he would reach the top, she could stand there with him and he would realize that she really was the most important one for him.
"Lieutenant, please open your eyes!"
Man's voice was desperate as he held her in his arms. She really wanted to do so, but something wasn't right. She couldn't do it. Her body wasn't in her command and she felt so tired…
A/N: Ok, so this was the first chapter. Should I continue? Review, but please no flames.