Yo yo yo! This is Bad Temper! First I just wanna say thanks for clickin' on my fic! Please let me know what ya think!
Also, I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist. If I did, Vic's script would be tooooootally different. ;)
If the Glove Fits
"Hawkeye! Have you seen Fullmetal around?"
Hawkeye stood midstride in the doorway as she was entering. "Yes sir, should I go fetch him for you, Colonel Mustang?"
"No, that won't be necessary. Can you tell me where he is?"
"I saw him just a couple of minutes ago. He was on his way to his temporary barracks with his brother."
"Very good," Mustang said as he rose from his desk.
"May I ask where you are going sir? You have a lot of paper work to do after that fiasco and the higher-ups are expecting a detailed report."
Mustang sighed, "Don't nag me, Hawkeye. I'm well aware of what happens when a genocidal maniac tries to destroy the Central Head Quarters in an attempt to kill as many state alchemists as possible. It's happened often enough."
Unfortunately, the Colonel had a good point. Central had a bad history of being sought and destroyed by inhuman or alchemical maniacs. But that still didn't address the fact that Colonel Mustang was leaving a mountain of paperwork that today's catastrophe had produced almost untouched.
"Sir, I can relay a message to Fullmetal for you if you need."
"That won't be necessary," Mustang repeated a little more firmly this time. He closed his eyes and sighed. "I wish to address him myself. After all, it is my fault for what happened to him today. I wish to apologize to him personally."
Riza gave the colonel a quick assessment and concluded that his intentions were genuine. She nodded. "Yes sir, I understand," and stepped out of the way.
As Mustang passed her in the doorway he stopped, "Lieutenant Hawkeye."
"Yes sir?"
He looked at her with earnest dark eyes. "You did excellent work today. You know I'd have been killed a long time ago if not for you."
"I know, sir." Riza paused. Such an indulgence was not common from the Colonel. She wasn't caught off guard very often, but that sure did it. "Thank you sir…"
"No. Thank you."
Mustang continued down the hall, leaving his Lieutenant slightly flattered… until she looked back to the massive stack of paperwork he had left sitting on his desk. She sighed. She had little hope for the fate of today's report…
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