A/N Finally done with this! So, we all know the famous sick fics, and I know they're overdone and all, but I had this idea and the bunny wouldn't leave, so here we are. It's Fem!Ed/Roy, and there are never enough of fics with the two of them so I've sworn to write every idea I have, however overused it appears to be. If you want to read it, you have my thanks, since I worked hard on this story. :)

This fic has 6 chapters in total, the sixth being an epilogue of some sorts. I'll post a new chapter every week because I don't like to keep you waiting, and I really don't like being nervous about when I'll finish a new chapter. So, I'm done with this fic and all you have to do is click the Follow Story button. :3

So, another Fem!Ed x Roy fic from me! And tell you what; there's more to come! I just have to finish them first. ;3

Disclaimer: I do not own FMA.

Warning: This fic will contain some sexual scenes (make-out sessions - nothing too explicit) and some deliberate OOC-ness on Roy's part which will be explained in the story. Don't blame me.

Chapter 1: Stay

Roy cracked his eyes open, immediately taking notice of how heavy his eyelids felt. He considered it normal, however. It was Monday morning after all, and he had to get his body adjusted to waking up at ungodly, in his opinion, hours to get ready for work.

Tired hands gripped the covers hugging his form and promptly tore them off his body, shivering at the loss of warmth instantly. Weird. It wasn't usually this cold in his bedroom. Maybe he had forgotten to turn the heater on last night?

Dismissing it with a yawn, Roy sat up and blinked. He couldn't really put his finger on it but something wasn't feeling quite right. He spared a moment to ponder on that, but came up empty handed. There was just something; he wasn't feeling energetic at all, which was actually normal considering the day, but the fatigue held something different about it this time. His head was feeling way too heavy and he plopped down on his pillow again, only for his arm to snap up to his eyes in a desperate act to protect them from the offending light creeping in from the blinders, sunrays falling straight on his eyes.

With a small groan, he made another weak attempt to rise, only to fall back down on the bed as soon as his feet hit the floor. The room kept spinning and he vaguely noticed he still had his eyes closed. Cracking them open, he surveyed the room and relaxed a bit when he saw nothing was amiss. At least he was in his house, his room, with his PJs on; that meant that he hadn't gotten ridiculously wasted last night, for he would've woken up on the couch in his clothes.

So why was he feeling like this? – like absolute crap?

Pinching the bridge of his nose to appease the sudden headache, Roy took a deep breath – and that was when he noticed it; his nose was completely blocked up. No oxygen was able to travel up his nostrils and to his lungs. He had been subconsciously taking breaths from his mouth all this time. It seemed like a blocked nose wasn't the only thing wrong, however; his head was as if it was stuffed with cotton.

Cautiously, he rose from his bed, gripping the bedside table loosely in an attempt to steady himself. He staggered to the adjoining bathroom, his intention being to splash some cold water on his face to wake him up.

Upon looking at himself in the mirror, however, obsidian eyes widened at the sight before him. His face was pale, a ghostly white, save for the red flush adorning each of his cheeks. Black bags rested underneath his eyes, even though he had slept fairly well. He shouldn't have been surprised when he noticed the sweat, since one touch at his forehead told him all he needed to know; he was burning up.

At the realisation, he groaned, a weak and rather pathetic sound coming out of his sore throat. Sighing, he ran a hand through his bed-dishevelled hair, and then continued to drag it melodramatically down his face.

He couldn't go to work like this. There was just no way.

The thought of not doing any paperwork made him crack a half-smile though it looked more like a grimace than anything. He knew he should probably drag his ass downstairs to inform Hawkeye and make himself something to soothe his throat, but he couldn't find it in him. Not even the image of a gun at his head gave him the incentive to get his feet moving in the direction of the door.

Flopping down on his bed unceremoniously, he curled up in a tight ball, and ever so slowly pulled the covers back onto his shivering form. Curled up on his bed, he let his eyes flutter closed and snuggled into his still-warm bed, covers up to his chin.

He wasn't going anywhere.

When Edeline was informed by a very irate Hawkeye that Colonel Mustang hadn't made it to work that day, she had been rather surprised.

Even though it was a well known fact that Roy tended to be a lazy ass at times and absolutely hated coming to work just to complete paperwork, she knew that he wouldn't skip without a serious reason to. Plus, whenever she was to report in, he was always there. So today, after two weeks of not seeing each other, it struck her as odd that Roy wouldn't make an appearance.

She had just returned from a rather worthless mission, stomping her way through headquarters to start bitching at her irritatingly smug lover about it, but all the anger she had been feeling vanished in thin air, the only thing remaining being confusion and a pang of worry.

Hawkeye, apparently, didn't seem to worry too much, convinced that it was just like Roy to jump at the slightest opportunity to skirt dealing with papers. But Ed knew that was not the case; two days ago, when they had spoken on the phone, he had been rather anticipative of her return. If this had been any other day, she would've rolled her eyes and called him a lazy bastard, but his absence on the day of her return struck her as bizarre.

Of course, only she could see that, since the others of the crew weren't let in on the secret of her gender nor the illegal relationship going on between the two of them. Not that she minded much.

"He didn't call or anything to tell you why?" Ed questioned the blonde Lieutenant, trying to act nonchalant and annoyed. The last thing she wanted was to sound like a concerned girlfriend.

When Hawkeye shook her head, Ed felt the worry intensify ever so slightly.

"I apologise for the inconvenience, but would you mind coming back tomorrow with the report?" Hawkeye kept her voice and face blank, but Ed could see the anger and exasperation swimming in those brown eyes of hers. She decided it was wise to leave now, before she became the receiving end of Riza's frustrations.

Nodding curtly, she spun on her heel and headed for the door without another word, red coat flowing behind her.

She had one destination in mind; Roy's house.

After returning to the dorm to leave the report and change out of her work clothes, the blonde was on her way to Mustang's house without another thought. She really needed to see for herself what exactly was so bad that Roy couldn't make it to work today of all days. She swore that if he was just too lazy she'd give him a good kick in the nuts for making her worry like an idiot.

In front of Roy's front door now, she took a deep breath to ease her vexation and took the spare key he had given her out of her pocket. Opening the door, she peeked in hesitantly, taking everything in. The living room was just like it always was; the couch in the middle with the coffee table in front, the soft red carpet underneath and the small fireplace in the corner. She could barely make out a part of the kitchen from the door left ajar.

Everything seemed untouched, lifeless. But there were small things that indicated the falseness of that belief. On the coffee table rested a newspaper and an empty cup of coffee, from last night or this morning most likely. The pillows on the couch were moved and crinkled slightly, showing that someone had actually been in here.

Entering the house fully, Ed shut the door behind her quietly, as if not wanting to disturb the silence, and went Roy hunting.

It wasn't hard to find him actually, since the most obvious place was his bedroom – and that was exactly where he was. Edeline stared at the white bulge on the bed in puzzlement and increasing annoyance. If the bastard had just overslept then–

Her thought process was cut off when she got a better look at his face though. He looked paler than usual, and his cheeks were flushed. He seemed exhausted, even though he had slept in. His brow was creased in mild distress and he was sweating, but his shivering form told Ed that he was cold.

Her eyebrows drew together in grim realisation.

Sighing in resignation, she lowered herself on the bed and made to shake Roy awake. He stirred and groaned, his eyelids fluttering open wearily. His tired eyes rested on her immediately, but it took him a few seconds for recognition to show on his face. That only made Ed's frown deepen.

Smiling weakly now, he shifted from his side onto his back and freed an arm from under the covers to take her hand. "Hi," was all his said, his voice rough and hoarse. He sounded horrible even to his own ears.

Ed sighed and gave his hand a small squeeze. "Idiot. I'm away two weeks and you get sick."

Roy grinned a bit wider. "I'll take that as an 'I missed you'."

The blonde rolled her eyes in response but offered a small smile of her own.

"So, how was the mission?" Roy asked her, his thumb stroking her hand gently. He pulled the covers further up his chin, leaving only his head and arm visible.

Ed huffed at that, her earlier annoyance bubbling to the surface. "What in the world possessed you to send me on such a stupid and repulsing mission?" She tried to keep her voice even and indifferent, but her irritation more than shined through. Roy let out a hoarse chuckle that sounded like a cough. Maybe it was, she couldn't be sure.

"Orders are orders. Do you think I wanted to spend two weeks here alone while you went off to Truth knows where?"

Ed huffed but accepted his excuse. "Whatever. Now, what's up with you? When did you get sick?"

Roy groaned softly at the reminder of his sickness and ran a hand over his face. Keeping his eyes covered by his hand, he asked, "Is Hawkeye too mad at me?"

"Sure is; I could practically feel her seething."

Roy winced.

"She's going to kill you when you come back."

"I'm sick…" Roy whined childishly. "She should cut me some slack. I work too much."

Ed rolled her eyes at his pouty look. Roy, working too much? "Yeah right," she told him and earned a half-hearted glare.

Edeline crawled over his legs and made her way next to him, where she lied down, propping her head up with her hand. "You didn't answer my question though. When did you get sick?"

Mustang shifted to lie on his right side so he could face her and promptly pulled the fallen covers over his body again, snuggling tightly with a contented sigh. "Dunno," he said simply, "I woke up this morning feeling crappy as hell."

The blonde hummed in response and absent-mindedly pushed a few strands of hair out of Roy's sweaty face. Roy closed his eyes in response and smiled, relishing the contact of her cold fingers on his skin. "Are you feeling better now?" she inquired softly.

Roy took a few more moments to savour the feeling completely before opening his eyes to stare at the blonde. He opened his mouth but a yawn took over and he faintly heard Ed chuckle. He blinked a few times to clear his blurred vision. "Now that you're here," he murmured and shifted closer to Ed, who raised an amused eyebrow.

Roy had never openly admitted that her presence made him feel better, and he was never this…cuddly. It baffled and bewildered her at the same time. She had never got to see Roy sick before, so she had no idea how he acted. He hadn't even insulted her yet…

Maybe this was worse than she thought.

Shaking her head to clear her mind, Edeline made a move to stand, only to have her body yanked back down within seconds by a panicking Roy. She looked at his wide eyes, her own indicating bafflement.

"W-Where are you going?"

She blinked. His voice was oddly…distressed.

"Y-You're…you're not leaving…are you?" His voice was now a mere mumble, his tone showing intense disappointment.

Ed offered another blink. Roy was now giving her his best puppy-dog eyes which she found both amusing and adorable. His bottom lip stuck out slightly while his onyx eyes were making her insides do weird flip flops with their piercing stare.

With a blush, Ed tore her gaze away from the admittedly cute scene. "I was just going to get you some medicine." It was partly the truth; she first wanted to call Hawkeye, but she would've brought him medicine as well. She wasn't leaving yet anyhow.

"Oh." Roy blinked and seemingly reluctantly let go of the grip on her arm. He plopped back down on the mattress from where he had half sat up and watched as she exited the room.

Ed descended the stairs with a shake of the head. What was that? Her face still felt hot. Roy had never acted so…Ugh, she didn't even know what to call this behavior. It was a mix of cuteness and bizarreness and wrongness and it was extremely worrying. He acted so dependent! That was the word she was looking for; dependent. He had never asked her to stay like that, he had never…looked so cute before.

Crap. This wasn't going well. Roy's pouty look was certainly having its effect on her and she could easily admit that it rivaled Al's – and she was never able to say no to Al's puppy-dog eyes. Never.

Biting her lip, she picked up the phone and absently informed Hawkeye of the situation, her mind focused on Roy's sinfully adorable look, which simply refused to leave her mind.

Hawkeye had still been a bit doubtful that Roy was truly sick, but after being reassured by Ed a few times she seemed to accept it and her anger diminished somewhat. Maybe she had just saved Roy's body from housing a bullet in the near future.

Setting the phone down, she quickly grabbed the medicine she was looking for as well as a glass of water and headed back upstairs.

Roy was still fully wrapped by the covers and only looked at her when Edeline got close enough to place the bottle containing the pills and glass on the bedside table. She looked back at him and raised an eyebrow. He was pouting again.

"Took you long enough," he huffed dejectedly, apparently crossing his arms under the covers. A second eyebrow rose as Ed gazed at him in silent awe; he really changed completely when sick. It was almost scary.

Ed couldn't hold back a smirk as she replied sarcastically. "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, your Highness." She snorted at her own words but raised her eyebrows again when she saw Roy mulling it over.

He offered a shaky smirk back. "I kind of like that."

"Forget it," she snapped immediately; she didn't want him getting any weird ideas.

He surprisingly let it go and complied without comment as she instructed him to take a pill and drink the water. When asked if hungry, he merely shook his head and patted the empty space next to him rather impatiently. Ed raised her eyebrow, and he stuck out his bottom lip stubbornly. "Stay…?"

Ed blinked, trying to ignore the sudden heat on her face. Damn, he really was cute like this. She knew he didn't mean she stay just for now; he wanted her to stay the night, but either way she didn't mind. He was sick and she guessed he did need supervision – especially if he had suddenly transformed into a dependent child. She waited a few more seconds, and he added, "For me…?"

She narrowed her eyes at that – that was Al's trick – but when he didn't relinquish, she sighed and said, "Let me call Al and tell him."

The dark haired man gave a nod, and Ed hurried downstairs to grab the phone again. Thankfully, Al was the only person who knew about their relationship and informing him about staying over wasn't that uncommon. However, she had come to realise that her little brother had quite the dirty mind so she had to stress the reason she was staying over, so as to avoid getting teasing comments thrown her way.

Al was understanding enough and the blonde soon found herself ascending the stairs again. As instructed, she crawled into the bed with Roy, who quickly made his way as close as possible and wrapped his arms around her, his face buried in the crook of her neck.

She sighed; she was already starting to get used to his behavior – the action didn't even faze her. The only thing she was worried about was that he'd get her sick with such close proximity so she decided she'd sleep in the guest room, as displeased as Roy would be with that when he found out. For now though, she let him snuggle closer and cracked a smile when he sighed in contentment and closed his eyes. She gently ran her fingers though his hair as she relaxed.

Unfortunately for her, she missed the large, mischievous smirk that was now adorning Roy's face.

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