Yay, my first--oh wait... (remembers failed Star Wars fic) Okay, SECOND non SoulCalibur fiction. I don't own FMA characters, but i would LOVE to own COL Mustang. ;) whips & chains I also have planned a humorous one and an AU one.

Okay, for all you nonmilitary peoples, GO 1A basically prohibits stuff that causes distractions. Stuff like alkeemahol, having a pet (poor Fluffers :( ), sex in general and fraternization. Fraternization basically means that servicemembers can't date, have sex with or otherwise be preoccupied with anyone in their chain of command.

Not that that has anything to do with the story (eyeroll)) (catches sarcasm in a cup and drinks it) Aah, nectar of the gods...

This is basically CH 38 revisited. WWCMD (What would COL Mustang do for all you nonEnglish majors) if Riza Hawkeye went with him and what if Lt. Havoc went with Al? This is all kinda one shot. We all KNOW that Riza and Roy were meant to be :) Keep in mind that I am not in a position to be able to finish the entire FMA series... T.T

BTW, please R&R.

Tears of Blood:

"We're going to split up. Don't go too far and report back if you see anything." Colonel Roy Mustang glanced over his shoulder at Jean Havoc and Alphonse Elric. "Lt. Hawkeye, you're with me."

The two groups went in the opposite direction, each searching for Barry the Chopper and his "body". The hallway was long and damp and dark. Utterly miserable... Mustang thought. He turned to look at his partner, Lt. Riza Hawkeye. The blonde woman was walking slightly backwards, keeping her pistol pointed the way that they had come, providing rear security. It was good to have her on his team.

Not that Lt. Havoc was a bad soldier; he was just better with Al--the kid needed an eye kept on him. He wasn't exactly a hardened battle type; even with all that armor and alchemy, he was still just a 13 year old boy. Lt. Havoc was the best person to do that...

"It smells so bad in here..." Lt. Hawkeye's observation was just that, an observation. It did not deter her from her duty at hand and that was what Roy, the boy-at-heart man, loved about this woman.

Not that he'd ever tell her while she was in the Army; even when not in a war zone, General Order 1A still applied. He would never leave the Army, but she wouldn't either. He could transfer her and then ask her out, but she might resent him for removing her from his site--she was always insecure like that.

The current situation slowly drew him out of his reverie, as did Lt. Hawkeye's melodious voice. "...at this, Colonel."

Without having to ask for a repeat of the question, Mustang instinctively swiveled his head in the direction of her voice. At his left was a door--or what was left of a rotted one. "Hm?" The doorway led into a room that had been ransacked by theives and ravaged by time. "Must be an abandoned lab... what do you think, Lt?"

"Looks like it's not been used in some time." Lt. Hawkeye scanned the room, knowing that COL Mustang was doing the same thing. It never hurt to have a second set of eyes, though, in case something was missed. It was why she cared for him the way she did; he was always looking out for her and the other members in his command. There were other things... his eyes, his body, his razor sharp mind, but Riza appreciated the compassionate man of Roy Mustang more.

"And illegitimate, hm..." Mustang pondered to himself. Why would there be blood spatters...? They looked old, though...

"Not only did they not finish you off, they allowed you past them...What were they thinking?" A voice that was sweet and sickening at the same time mused aloud. Both Mustang and Hawkeye looked towards that point with pistols drawn.

A tall woman appeared from the shadows and walked towards the duo slowly. She wore a sleeveless black dress but wore mid upperarm length gloves; the gloves had a design of circles and lines on them. The most striking feature about her was the tattoo at the hollow of her neck--

"The Ourobouros tattoo--!" Lt. Hawkeye's blue eyes narrowed.

"Pity... I thought Jean would have come with you, Mustang..." The woman's face lit up in a smile, but a facsimile of a friendly one.

"How do you know Havoc?" Mustang asked quietly. Despite the calm facade, he was shocked that this Homunculus knew one of his subordinates.

"Oh, Jeannie didn't tell you?" The woman's face fell in mock disappointment. "He and I are dating..."

"Who are you?" Lt. Hawkeye asked evenly, pistol never waivering from the Homunculus's heart--or whatever was between her breasts.

"Jeannie-baby knows me as Solaris, but I am Lust, the Ultimate Spear..." Lust let out a condescending laugh. "Jeannie was ever the softie for women..."

I can see why... her figure and face were astonishingly beautiful...It would make sense that a gorgeous woman be the Ultimate Spear... Mustang thought as he took in the woman's face and voice. It was like a snake trying to sweet talk him...

"Do you know Maes Hughes?" Mustang asked quietly. Riza's eyes flicked towards him then back at her target. Dangerous ground, sir...

"I did... he was very intelligent and handsome." Lust grinned an oddly pretty grin. "...and it is a shame I couldn't kill him myself..."

With barely any movement, Mustang loosed a bullet into Lust's left thigh. "Tell me EVERYTHING you know." Mustang's voice was frighteningly calm.

"Colonel--" Riza lowered her weapon slightly.

"EVERYTHING, Homonculus."

To Hawkeye's surprise, the bloody hole in Lust's thigh began to knit back together. She raised her sidearm back to its former position, pointed at the Homonculus's heart.

Lust laughed, a low and evil laugh that sent dark shivers up Hawkeye's spine and raised the hackles on the back of her neck. "It will take alot more than that for you to bring me down--?!" The evil laughter was cut off by Mustang's weapon unloading itself into Lust's chest and head. Hawkeye jumped back--this went totally against procedure!

"Colonel-! Why-?!"

"LIEUTENANT." Colonel Mustang's sharp command halted her alarmed question. "Leave. NOW."

Before Hawkeye could respond, a low cackle drew her attention to where Lust was now getting to her feet. Hawkeye drew a bead on the woman's eye. Lust laughed louder. "You are merciless! Just what I expected from a 'hero' of the Ishbalan war..."

"Save your ammo, Lieutenant; it won't affect her." Truth be told, Mustang was astonished; he had hit every vital area that should have killed a person the first time. This was definitely a Homonculus--not just a cheap broad with a tattoo.

"Now then, let me reward you for your resilience." Lust's hands went up to the rapidly healing hole in her chest; her fingers grasped the edges and ripped it open. Inside was an oval shaped stone colored bright blood red-- "The Philosopher's Stone!"

"I suppose now you're going to try and kill us..." Mustang said as if Lust has suggested going to a party that evening. "And your existance, supposed to be top secret, tells me that something important is ahead."

Without missing a beat, Lust's hand flashed as if she were waving a dog away. Riza felt something across her stomach like a breeze while Mustang ducked away, pushing her down in the opposite direction. A metallic thunk sounded, signalling the demise of Mustang's pistol. He tossed the ruined firearm to Hawkeye while pulling out his special glove--the one with runes on it...

As Hawkeye drew her pistol on Lust and as Mustang tugged on his glove, Lust's hand went out again. "Too slow!" A metallic sound, then Hawkeye was knocked to her feet by a wave of wet pressure from the demolished water pipe. She heard dimly through waterlogged ears: "Let's see you try to ignite something now!"

In a flurry of waves and backhands, Lust's right hand went everywhere. Still stunned from the force of the water, Riza Hawkeye's instincts stepped in. She was up on her feet in an instant, looking for Colonel Mustang. He was right beside her and without further--and possibly deadly-- hesitation, both sprinted for the doorway.

Once outside the door, Mustang went one way and Hawkeye went another. "When I tell you to, Hawkeye, reach your firearm around the door and fire."

Hawkeye glanced at him. "Wha--oh!" She gave him a knowing smile. "Waiting on you, sir..."

There's enough water in there for my purposes...where there's water, there's hydrogen! Mustang put his hand in the puddle that was slowly trickling out of the room and concentrated; Lust's footsteps grew louder. "NOW!"

Hawkeye put her pistol through the doorframe and fired a single shot, then leaned over to her right, away from the door--

--and the very large, very loud explosion. Debris flew everywhere out of the room.

"Remind me to tell Havoc to dump this girl... You alright--Lieutenant, you're bleeding!" Mustang looked down at Hawkeye as she glanced down at her midsection.

Where she had felt the wind across her midsection, Hawkeye saw three angry red lines across her black shirt. They were not deep or painful, but they gave Hawkeye something to worry about-- her modesty. Her shirt was in tatters in front and barely decent. "It's nothing sir-- let's go make sure she's not coming back." Mustang helped her to her feet.

That was Hawkeye for you; always focusing on the mission. Mustang thought. She was right: the scratches weren't bad or deep, more like paper cuts. He still couldn't help but worry about her...

Upon entering the room, Hawkeye scrunched up her nose. "Phew... burned or incinerated...?"

"Incinerated--there's fat in the air..." Mustang unconsciously rubbed his upper lip and thought to himself. Could she survive that...? "Stay alert, Lieutenant..." No need to tell her twice. Hawkeye was already searching one corner of the room, pistol and eyes pointed at every possible spot someone could have hid.

Mustang went to another corner, his glove sufficiently dried to catch if needed. He walked over to a debris pile that looked suspisciously like bones and toed it with his boot--nothing. He turned around to check on Hawkeye--

--and felt a stinging sensation through his lower left back and his stomach. "Hhaaa---?!" Mustang looked down to see several long black... 'nails' would have been the correct term... protruding from his left side, just above his floating rib and just above his navel. He bit back a pained cry as white crept into his vision, then red, then black, then nothing.

At Mustang's gasp, Hawkeye turned to face him. "Colonel--!!" As she watched, the two nails 'schlooped' back through Mustang's body. "No--!" she cried out as he slumped face forward onto the ground with a breathless groan. Behind him stood Lust, grinning triumphantly, muscles and skin knitting back together.

Without a second more's hesitation, Hawkeye began to fire. She did not notice, but tears began to stream down her cheeks. Lust did.

"Was he someone special to you?" She tormented through the hail of bullets; all hit her, but went through her flesh like so many needles through cloth. "Did you care about him?"

"SHUT UP!!" Riza kept firing--the gun clicked in response. SHIT! She went for one of the other magazines she kept in her cargo pocket, dropping the empty one.

"Too slow!" Lust's right hand flicked in Hawkeye's direction and Riza felt three stings in her left side. She looked down to see three of Lust's fingers in her chest; two just under her left breast and one right over it; she suddenly felt dizzy. Red rimmed her vision as Lust flicked her left hand forward, not even removing her right hand, catching Riza in the right side of her chest, then brutally yanked both hands free. Riza Hawkeye was gone before she hit the ground without a sound. Roy...

Her hands dripping blood, Lust walked over to COL Mustang. S he knelt down beside him and removed the reactive glove from his hand and tore it to shreds; it had caused enough problems as it was. The man coughed, then stirred, but his eyes remained closed. "And you, Mr. Flame Alchemist, will be joined momentarily by your other compatriots..."

Riza...