Ed walked down the hallway to Roy's office. He was in a good mood today. Maybe he'd give his lover a little more of a hard time.
He paused when he got to the outer office. Riza wasn't at her desk and the door to the colonel's office was wide open. Confused but still cautious he walked to the door. Stopping only when he could see inside.
Roy was standing behind his desk. He was staring at a piece of paper in his hand. Havoc, Hawkeye, Falman, Hughes, and the rest of the team stood to the sides of the desk, eyes watery and shock written on their faces.
They were staring daggers where Armstrong and several other officers stood formally. Armstrong had defeat and apology written in his expression. The tension in the room was almost unbearable.
What the hell is going on here?
"I'm truly sorry…" Armstrong almost whispered.
Tears threatened to poor from Hughes eyes as he spoke, "This is bullshit. I can't let this happen. There has to be mistake this is ridiculous." He snarled. The others seemed to agree. That's when Roy lifted his head. Everyone eyes were on him.
He smiled softly at everybody. There was something different about him. He stood emotionless as possible, but Ed wasn't fooled. He was scared.
"I understand…" he started voice shaky, "why everyone's here. But…but if this is the case…" he said.
Everyone's eyes grew bigger at what was coming out of the colonel's mouth. Maes was the only one who seemed to accept it.
"You can't just give up!" Havoc screamed causing Hawkeye to flinch.
"If it is the case…" Roy repeated looking to his friend Havoc calmly. "Then there is no choice here." He stated.
The team's eyes averted downward and short glances were exchanged. Havoc looked angry. The anger didn't fool Fullmetal though. It was something he knew very well. When his brother had almost been taken he felt anger. But it wasn't really anger. It was just a way to mask the real emotions they were feeling.
Everyone stood waiting for Roy to speak. He clutched the paper painfully in one hand and swallowed hard. Something was definitely not right here.
"What's going on here?" Ed asked not being able to take it anymore. It seemed to scare everyone and they all diverted their attention to Ed. All but Roy who had been staring at his desk. His body had got tense and he froze when Ed's voice reached his ears.
Riza looked a mess and it scared Ed. He'd never seen her show so much emotion. Everyone else's features were hard and scared. Maes let out a short breath and frowned.
Armstrong's face was harder to read. The man actually seemed angry. Maybe more with himself. He looked broken. Like kicked puppy or a scared kid forced to apologize.
Ed laughed nervously trying to rid the tension. It didn't fool anybody though. They looked at him sympathetic. They could see the fear and confusion on the boy's face.
"Seriously what's going on here?" His voice a little more guarded than before. They all refused to meet eye contact and no one answered him.
Fury began to bubble up in him and he ran to the desk digging his automail down on it. The clash was the only sound in the room. A few jumped but no one seemed surprised by the action. He sent questioning glances to everyone but they stood silent.
Why the hell is no one answering me?
He turned to face Armstrong. "Armstrong?" he pleaded. The man didn't say anything.
Instead he furrowed his eyebrows and looked down. The military men behind him didn't say anything. They stood, arms behind their back formally, eye averted directly in front of them.
"Roy?" he asked turning to the raven haired man. He was now staring at him. His face contorted with longing and sorrow. Why the fuck were people pitying him? Whatever this was obviously was huge and it obviously had to do with Roy.
"Roy what the hell is going on?" He asked hurt. He internally questioned why he called him by his first name. The others seemed to notice but it only made them look more miserable. No longer was it aimed to Roy. It was aimed to them.
Edward pleaded to Roy mouth open eyes confused. He was pissed. Why the fuck was no one talking to him?
Roy dropped his gaze. This scared the hell out of Ed. His shoulders dropped. No longer did he hold the posture of the military. No longer was his demeanor professional. He looked so worn out. Like he had accepted defeat. The colonel did not accept defeat.
"What the hell is going on?" he screamed. His eyes started to tear up. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins for some foreign reason and his heart hurt.
"Edward…" Maes whispered putting a hand on his arm. He quickly shoved it away and grabbed Roy by the collar, pulling him up toward him.
"God damn it! Tell me they are military officers here. Tell me what the hell is the big deal?" he asked deadly. He didn't notice everyone's eyes on him. They all hesitated, not sure what to do. All but Roy who looked just looked up to Ed. Making no effort to move or escape his grasp. A look that said he wished Ed hadn't come in. The look sent chills down his spine and he dropped him out of his grip. He ripped the paper away from him and began to read it.
His eyes angry and determined began to fall away as he continued to read the paper. Eyes blinking in confusion, as big as saucers. His mouth dropped and tears started to fall from his eyes.
"Wh-what?" he breathed. He wiped away the tears and turned to Armstrong.
"Armstrong?" he pleaded again. But this time it was a different pleading.
"I couldn't do anything about it I swear!" Armstrong said desperately. Ed turned to Maes eyebrows furrowed silently pleading for him to tell him it wasn't true.
Maes just nodded. As if that was all the proof he needed he choked. He met the gaze of Roy and froze. His eyes pleaded him for it not to be true. For this to be some kind of sick joke. Roy really wished he could tell him that.
"Roy…" he breathed again voice cracking. Roy didn't say anything. He didn't have to. He smiled sadly and Ed shook his head.
"No." Ed said determined. "Not going to happen." He said.
He searched the faces of the other team members desperately. Why the hell weren't they doing anything?
Everyone sat in silence for a moment before he turned back to Armstrong. He looked like he'd rather jump off a building than be here.
"It was an order from the Fuhrer himself." Armstrong said shakily. Ed's eyes began to water.
"So what? They're just going to sit him in front of a firing squad and that's it? It's over?" he asked. Everybody internally cringed.
"They found him guilty of crime against the Fuhrer himself." One of the officers behind Armstrong spoke.
"What?" Ed gasped. He turned back to Roy for explanation. His head hung and anger seeped from every part of his body.
"I wanted to be Fuhrer..." he said quietly through clenched teeth. "I guess that's a crime worthy of death."
"It is if you're planning to overthrow your government." One of the officers spat.
Ed turned and threw himself toward the man but was held back by Hawkeye, and Breda.
"You son a bitch! You don't know what the fuck you're talking about. I'll fucking kill you all I swear!" he screamed trying to claw himself out of their grip.
"Is that a threat?" the officer shot back.
"Of course it's a threat you son of a bitch!"
"Edward…stop." Hawkeye said softly.
"I'm sorry Roy, I have to do this." Armstrong said. He motioned to his men and they moved forward.
"No!" Ed screamed.
He had to do something. Anything. He couldn't just let them take Roy. It wasn't fair.
"He didn't do anything!" he yelled desperately.
"For crimes against the Fuhrer, and your country," Armstrong said reading off the warrant. Ed locked his eyes with Roy as Roy folded his hands behind his head and dropped to his knees.
Everything seemed to move in heart beats.
"…and by orders from the Fuhrer himself, you are to be arrested..."
The officers locked Roy's arms in cuffs as Ed screamed and kicked, trying to get out of the grip on his arms. They didn't let go. A tear fell from Roy's eyes as he mouthed 'I love you'. He didn't say it out loud. He couldn't. If he did he might as well had signed up Ed for the firing squad as well. Ed's heart sunk into his stomach and Roy was pulled up off the floor by two officers.
"No!" Ed screamed, tears falling from his face. "Why the fuck are you doing this!"
"…are to be arrested, and placed in front of a firing squad, to be shot and killed." Armstrong finished.
All eyes were on Roy as he as dragged out of the room. Ed pulled against the hands. Almost the whole team was holding him back now.
"Stop it! Stop it…please…" Ed sobbed collapsing.
"I really am sorry." Armstrong said softly, voice cracking before he followed his men out the door.
"This can't be happening…." Ed cried. "It just can't…"
When they were sure Ed wasn't going to do anything they let him go. All eyes were diverted downwards. Tears ran free from faces and Ed lay on the ground clutching his mouth and silently screaming. By 8am tomorrow morning. Roy would be dead. And there was nothing he could do…
Oh goodness. Will there be another chapter...? Or is this an oh so sad one-shot? Well, I'm not going to tell you. As my other stories, sadly do not have a Beta. I do the best I can. Review my dear fans. Review.