Roy Mustang walked into his office in Eastern Headquaters and he sighed. He'd been lacking something for a few weeks and couldn't put a finger on what it was. He sat at his desk, and he looked down at the papers there. They glared at him, making him shudder, and he blinked and cleared the circles from his vision. He didn't know what his deal was today. He stood, and bumped his hip on the desk. He bit his tongue to keep from cursing, and he walked sharply around his desk. He sighed agian, and pushed the door to go get more coffee. As he entered a kitchenette at the end of the hall, he poured coffee for himself, and he turned quickly, and he collided with 2nd Lt. Havoc. The collisian sent coffee flying all over Roy, and it was hot, and quickly seeped through his uniform top. He also got some on his face, his hands and a small amount on Havoc. Havoc quickly grabbed a towel from the counter, but by the time he did, Roy was gone. Roy walked quickly down the hall back to his office. He'd been off very muchly recently. He always had a bad day around this time of the month, and he couldn't figure out why. In the hall, he shoved past some of his subordinates, almost knocking one of them over. Kain scrambled back to his small height, and held onto his girlfriend, Ash's hand as she tried to go after Roy to give him a piece of her mind for hitting Furey. She was stopped by his protests. She grumbled and she walked towards the corner office. Once in there, she spied her friend Alex sitting on the counter, looking at a set of pictures on her desk. Ash made her way over, and blecked as she saw a picture of Roy on her friend's desk. Alex and Roy had been together for months, almost a year, and he'd recently moved some of his stuff over there and lived over there when he didn't have a late night work scheduale. Ash leaned over her shoulder, and noticed the actual picture Alex was looking at. It was one of her, Roy and Maes Hughes. Alex had taken it pretty hard when Hughes was killed and she took it even harder watching Roy like he was sometimes. She loved Roy, and she didn't like to see her loved ones in pain.

"I saw Gracia yesterday. She looks really well." Alex said, never taking her eyes off the photo. Alex traveled to Central a lot, mostly to see the Hughes's. She'd been friends with the entire family, and just because of his death, she didn't want that to stop. Ash gave a sympathtic look, and she spoke,

"That's good. I hope Elycia's doing well also." She nodded, and she placed the picture back down. She blinked back tears and she looked to her friend,

"What's going on? You look mad."

"Collieded with Roy in the hall, almost knocked down Furey." She made an 'ahh' look, and she hopped off the desk. She straightened her skirt, as they both jumped when a scream came from down the hall. They both exited the office quickly to see Falman running towards them.

"I was in Colonel's office, and he started to tell me stuff to do when he slammed his fingers in his drawer, I need a cold cloth for his hand!" Ash and Alex moved, and Falman ran off down the hall. Alex squinted and remembered the date. One of Roy's days. He had them around the same time every month. Alex looked up as Falman scuttled back by and she waved to Ash, and she slowly walked after Falman and waited outside until Falman walked out, looking scared. He turned to her whispered,

"Now, he's broken 4 pencil points, and the pencils, and he set papers on fire." Alex winced as she heard another crash from inside, and she slowly pushed the door open.

"Roy?" He had knocked another drink onto his desk and it was all over his paperwork. He was fuming, and he glared as he looked up. His gaze softened a bit when he realised who it was, and he rolled his hands into fists on the desk and he spoke,

"Morning..."

"Morning Sir." He breathed deeply, and he pulled his fists off his desk. She approached him, and he looked at her.

"You look like your having a rough day."

"Yep. Sure am! And it's only just started and I can't tell the future, but I have a really great feeling that it's only going to get worst!" He spoke in cheerful sarcasim. He closed his eyes, as her hand ran up into his hair. She scratched his head, gently, and he slowly felt some of his anger ebb away. She had this gentle touch he couldn't explain. She could make him do a number of things with a simple glance or touch. She could make him smile with some form of goofy face, or with a playful look. She could make him squirm if she worked herself the right away, and she could make him feel like the most loved man on the entire planet. If she cried, he cried. He laughed, she laughed. It's just how it worked with them.

He nuzzled his face into her wrist, and he could smell her perfume, his gift to her when he found out she liked that kind of thing, when he traveled to some distant place he couldn't put his finger on now. She had stepped behind him by now, and she was scratching his head still. She moved her fingers out of his hair, and down to his neck. She rubbed the back of his neck, and he slowly began to relax. He sighed lightly, and she moved from his neck to his shoulders. She let her fingers and hands work over his overly tensed shoulders. She felt his anxiouty leave, and he relaxed completely under her touch. She let go after a number of minutes, and she leaned down and knelt to be able to look into his face. She looked at him, and he slowly opened his eyes, and looked into her face.

"Thank you." He spoke. She nodded, with a light smile.

"Feel any better?" He nodded,

"Some." She nodded as she stood, and then was pulled over into his lap. She giggled lightly, and she looked deep into his onyx eyes, and she slowly began to loose herself. This was very common for her. His eyes had so much depth to them, and she could just stare. He had so many levels she was beginning to understand. He had his outer layer, the one who he commonly showed people. his cocky, overly arrogent level. But, there were so many more. One layer, deep under his beautiful surface was covered in scars, scars that were like hers, only they were etched deeper into his soul then hers would ever be. Another layer was the layer she loved the most. The one he showed when he was being romantic, which wasn't that often, so when she did see this one it was always a treat. She slowly was brought out of her thoughts as his lips came forward and tooks hers, causing her to loose herself all over again. She loved his kiss, it made her relax and melt into him. She leaned forward, into him, and she let all her owns troubles ebb away. She kissed him back, and she tried to put all the effort into the kiss she could, but they were inturrupted by the door opening, and Lt. Hawkeye entering, and clearing her throat. Upon seeing the mess that was roy's desk, and the scene she'd walked in on, she spoke,

"Am I inturupting anything?" Roy nodded, but Alex spoke,

"No, no. I was just leaving." She stood, straightened out her skirt, and she looked back at Roy.

"We can finish this tonight. Try not to get too worked up. I love you." With that, she left. Roy sighed, and spoke,

"I'll try." He then looked back to Hawkeye.

"Yes?" He inquired.

"The Fuhrer requests you at a meeting first thing tomorrow. Just some notice, sir." He nodded, and he looked back to his papers. She left, and he was alone once more.

The rest of Roy's day was a lot quieter, and he was mostly left alone. He got off after everyone else, and he slowly walked home alone, or he thought he'd be alone. He heard footsteps catching up to him, as he turned to get defensive with the person for following him, then realised it was only Lt. Havoc. He put his hand back in his pocket, and he looked to the front.

"Sir." Havoc greeted, as he got instep with him. Roy nodded to him, and he tossed him a glance out of the corner of his eye.

"Is there something you need Lt.?" He asked him.

"No..well, yes. Alex is really concerned about you. She wouldn't talk to anyone today, not even Ash or Katie or Taryn. That's really odd for her, like sincerely odd." Roy gave him a look,

"I know it's odd. She shouldn't be worried about me. Just a bad day, I'm fine."

"Tell her that, sir, not me." He then realised he was home, and he stopped at the gate. He waved off Havoc, who waved in return and he sighed. She didn't need to be worried. He'd be alright. He was a big boy. He fumbled around in his pockets for the key to the gate, and he slowly pushed it open, causing their dogs to bark.

"Shhh! Andy, Doodle, Icchan!" The two bulldogs and the spaniel ran up to their male master and greeted him. He looked up and saw a small light on in their room, she was most likely still awake. He greeted the dogs, and entered the house, letting them in for the night. They all settled in their beds, and he hung up his coat on the rack. He made his way up stairs, and he changed and brushed his teeth and such in the bathroom, and made his way to bed. She'd fallen asleep with the light on again, and he slowly climbed into bed, and turned it off. She mumbled his name in her mostly sleeping state, and she rolled over and he caught her. He smiled at her, and he pulled her to him, and he laid her down next to him. Once lying, she rolled herself over, and she cuddled into him. He smiled and wrapped his arms around her waist. Her still damp hair smelled good, as he watched her sleep. He kissed the top of her head, and she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck.

"I love you Roy." She mumbled as she fell deeper into sleep. He kissed her forehead, and he spoke,

"I love you too, my Angel."