Pairing: implied Roy/Ed
A/N: Totally blaming this one on kageotogi from lj. XD
Warning: Adult implications, no spoilers
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Hawkeye had a bad feeling about this.
A Touch of a Cold
When the legendary Fullmetal Alchemist strode into the building that morning, it took everyone a little while longer than usual to notice. Watching from her perch by Colonel Mustang's door, Lieutenant Hawkeye noted the young man's calm stride, hands in his pockets, gold eyes staring forward. Usually it was Fullmetal's aggravated stomping that caught everyone's attention. The alchemist's boots were rather heavy, to the point that Hawkeye occasionally wondered if he had transmuted those, too. Of course, when the boots failed to catch everyone's attention, the blond's impressive lungs adequately did the job.
Now Fullmetal was quiet, stunningly quiet since he was walking straight for Colonel Mustang's office. Hawkeye discretely checked the round in her gun. She had the sinking feeling that she might need it.
When Fullmetal went to walk past her, she stood in his way. "He's doing paperwork, Edward," she explained, disturbed by his too-calm eyes. "If there's any message, I can pass it to him later."
To her surprise, Fullmetal only shook his head once and gestured at the door. She frowned at him. He then gestured at the door, mimicked coughing, and then pantomimed writing. Her eyes widened.
"You have a cold?" Hawkeye guessed. Fullmetal made a vague gesture with his hand but didn't out-right deny it, so she figured it was close enough to the mark. "And you want to write him a message?" Another vague gesture. The vagueness was making the uneasy feeling in Hawkeye grow, but she couldn't see anything harmful in this so far. "If you write the message, Edward, I can make sure he gets it later."
Fullmetal shook his head again and held up two fingers. "Only two minutes?" Hawkeye offered. Yet another vague gesture answered. An odd chill was going up Hawkeye's spine but she ignored it. "All right. Just keep it quick."
As she stepped to one side, Fullmetal gifted her with an enigmatic smile. Then he vanished inside the door.
Just in case, Hawkeye kept one hand on her gun and her focus on the now closed door. She thought she heard an abrupt sound but when she heard nothing else beyond that, she decided it must be her imagination. Exactly two minutes after Fullmetal walked in, Fullmetal walked back out, one hand in his coat pocket, the other massaging his throat.
The chilll abruptly returned full force, but Hawkeye did not let it show on her face. "Go to the clinic, Edward," she advised. "They'll probably have something for your throat there."
Fullmetal paused, and Hawkeye blinked when he suddenly grinned at her. He nodded once and then hurried down the hallway. Hawkeye waited until he was out of sight before pushing the door open.
She tried to tell herself she wasn't expecting the sight of Colonel Mustang on the floor, clutching between his legs and whimpering. Failing that, Hawkeye walked past him and picked up the note on the floor. She read it aloud, keeping her voice crisp and clear so as to be heard of Mustang's soft sobs.
"Equivalent exchange, you son of a bitch."