Disclaimer: I do not own FMA. orHowie Day's Collide.. Welcome to another one of my songfics! I'm starting to run out of songs... if anyone has an idea of a song, but doesn't want to write the songfic, I will. I'm not hearing the sorts of songs that seem perfect for this pairing. And yes, it is a pairing. Roy/Riza all the way. Flames are GREATLY appreaciated. But please, state them in a polite manner. You can be blatant, which I don't mind, but don't say something like: " Anyway! On to Collide, which is from Howie Day.
Roy glared at Hawkeye as she set more papers on his desk. "Lieutenant, this is going to mean I have to work after hours too!" He complained, looking at the large new stack, and then back at Hawkeye.
"It's your own fault for not finishing those yesterday, sir. I tried to tell you… But you were too involved in the thought of your date," Hawkeye said, sighing, walking back to her desk. She sat and continued working on a few other files, reports, and papers that she was already finishing for Roy.
Sighing, Roy grabbed his pen from the flat of his desk, and started, signing, adding, and editing the papers he was given. He worked long into the night, and finally fell asleep; head resting on his desk. Riza looked up, and saw that Roy was asleep. She sighed, and continued working, before finally nodding off to sleep herself.
The dawn is breaking
A light shining through
You're barely waking
And I'm tangled up in you
Yeah
I'm open, you're closed
Where I follow, you'll go
I worry I won't see your face
Light up again
Roy stirred as the light from his window rested upon his face. He opened his eyes slowly; letting them adjust to the sudden amount of light. Glancing around the room, he saw Riza asleep at her desk. The clock on the wall said it was ten minutes after four in the morning. We both must have fallen asleep… with all those damn papers.
As he looked over at Hawkeye, he got several flashbacks of all the times she had forced him to stay until his work was finished. All of those times, they had both woken up in the office; normally in mid writing of a sentence. That was where they always seemed to clash: work, and when it was time to go home. Roy knew Riza believed that work should be finished as soon as possible, meaning a soldier shouldn't procrastinate.
Even the best fall down sometimes I'm quiet you know
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find
You and I collide
You make a first impression
I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind
Roy slipped off his jacket, and put it around Riza as he walked past her to go get some coffee from the lounge. Not long after Roy left the room, Riza blinked awake, feeling that her shoulders were suddenly carrying a bit more weight than earlier. Sitting up, she looked around, and saw Roy wasn't at his desk. Riza sighed, and looked down at her desk, seeing where she left off on a report, when something caught her eye. Taking the extra weight from her shoulders, she realized it was a jacket. This is the Colonel's jacket… Why am I, wearing it..? She thought, staring at it rather blankly.
As Roy walked into the lounge, he saw that no one had yet to brew any coffee, so he started on that. What will she think if she wakes up with my jacket on? That was a foolish move, Mustang. Why did you do it? He thought, staring rather vacantly at the coffee as it started to filter into the pot. Because, it was a polite gesture, and it was rather cold in there his heart told him. It's because you're in love with her.
Hawkeye stood, and stretched her sore muscles from sitting at her desk while she slept. Black Hayate looked up from his small cushion she brought in for him. "Yeah, I know Hayate, I have to feed you," she smiled, kneeling and petting him. He leaned into her hand; feeling her scratch in just the right spot. "Come on boy, let's get something from the lounge," Riza said, removing her hand and standing up. Hayate fell over at the sudden removing of her hand, as he had closed his eyes. Stretching, he also stood, and follows Riza out of the office after she hung up the Colonel's jacket, and grabbed her cup.
Roy looked down, seeing the coffee pot full. He took the pot, and poured himself a full cup, and then added barely any cream and sugar; preferring his coffee almost black, though with a touch of sweetening. Just as he was turning around, he bumped into Riza, who was going towards the sink to wash out her tea cup, and put on the kettle. Some of his coffee sloshed out, and got on his uniform, and hers.
"Sorry, Hawkeye, I wasn't paying attention," he said, quickly setting his cup down, and grabbing napkins for both of them; Hawkeye set her cup down also. That's because you were thinking of her, Mustang! He thought, still wiping the coffee from his uniform.
"It's alright sir, I wasn't really paying much attention either," she said, taking the napkin, and starting to get as much of the coffee off her uniform as possible. Act normal, it's just a bit of coffee, and a small collision. She thought. Hayate sat back and watched the two of them as they continued to apologize to each other for the collision.
This isn't the first time we've done this, Roy thought, throwing his napkin into the garbage. It's been happening more and more often…Especially when we end up staying late. Roy glanced up at Hawkeye, and saw that she had moved on from trying to clean up her uniform, to putting hot water on the stove and cleaning her mug. "How much paperwork did we finish?" Roy asked nonchalantly.
Hawkeye looked up, trying to remember how far they had gotten. "We'll have to see when we get back to the office sir. There are still the papers that we could be getting today. We NEED to finish the papers from the past few days. After you quit a few days ago, we didn't get much farther after that," Riza said, taking a towel, and drying off her cup. There was an awkward amount of silence in which crickets played.
"I didn't quit, I had several appointments I had to make," Roy stated, taking a sip of his coffee. "I need to make those appointme—"
"Like taking a woman out on a date is more important than work," Hawkeye said, turning and facing Roy, a very stern look on her face.
"In a matter of fact, it is!" He said, his voice rising slightly.
"It's not important if you want to reach the top," Hawkeye said, and then added, "Sir." She walked over to the now whistling tea kettle, and poured the boiling liquid into her cup, replaced it, and then grabbed a tea bag, some sugar and headed back to the office. Roy stood rather stunned, thinking about the words Hawkeye had said to him.
You know she's right… he thought, sighing. "Damn," he said, taking his coffee and heading back to the office also.
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the stars refuse to shine
Out of the back you fall in time
I somehow find
You and I collide
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills your mind
You finally find
You and I collide
You finally find
You and I collide
You finally find
You and I collide
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