Story Line: Roy Mustang lost his left eye in the battle with Fuhrer Bradley. Riza, still feeling guilty, sets out on a journey to fix her mistake of not being there in time. ((And as a side note, Hughes never died. I love them too much to allow such a silly thing))

Disclaimer: I do not in any way own FMA. I do, however, own the plot.

Warning: This is my first fan-fiction, so please don't slaughter me so quickly. I like breathing for the time being... Also, I will update when I have time. I've a lot of stupid school work and volunteer activities to do -.-; Damn me for being a good student!

Chapter 1:

It was a slow, boring day in Central office. Roy Mustang had finally returned to duty and was reluctantly filling out his paper work. Hawkeye wasn't in today. She had some business to do with a special doctor. Because of her absence, the now General Mustang had to force himself to keep his concentration on the work.

"Hey, chief," Havoc called out. Roy sighed in relief as he let his pen down on the desk. A legitimate reason to take a break from work – his lieutenant had a question.

"Yes, Lieutenant Havoc?" He responded calmly as he was putting his elbows on his crowded desk. He then rested his head on top of his laced fingers to rest. It was just now running through the General's head that it was rather hot and muggy.

"I think it's about due time I get a promotion," Havoc offered with a cheesy smile. "And a nice, long lunch break. Don't you agree?"

"A long lunch break sounds nice," He said, not agreeing to the promotion. He had referred the blonde lieutenant for a promotion, but it was turned down.

"No promotion?" Havoc whined before plucking a cancer stick into his mouth. "Why not?"

"Lieutenant, we've gone over this before. I really rather not have to explain it all again," He yawned, getting up. "Lunch time?" Havoc nodded his head and got up himself. Both fastened their coats back on reluctantly before strolling out the room. The stupid rule of keeping themselves presentable in public was making life so much worse with the heat.

"So where did Hawkeye go?" Havoc asked as they walked to the mess hall. Mustang was busy waving his hand to a few people to dismiss their crisp salutes.

"Something to deal with a doctor," The Xing man replied. "Don't really know why, she isn't sick. Lieutenant Colonel Hawkeye won't respond to my interrogation methods."

Havoc laughed. "And what would those methods be? Wrestling her to the floor?"

Roy snorted. "No, Lieutenant. You damn well know there is nothing going on between Hawkeye and me." Havoc rolled his eyes and Roy frowned. "Really. I don't know why you guys insist upon us that we have something going on. We only have a business relationship."

"Hmm. You two have been friends since forever. It'd only make sense. After all, the Fraternization laws were abolished. Plus, if you don't make a snag onto her soon, I will!" Havoc smirked and then frowned as a huge up roar of laughter exited Roy's 'stupid voice box' as Havoc likes to call it. "Seriously, I'm serious."

"You actually think Hawkeye would give the time of day for you" He laughed again.

"Why in the world wouldn't she! I'm just as good as you!"

"Right, and that is why you're still a lieutenant!" Mustang laughed some more, letting it die down a bit as Havoc scowled. "But on a serious note, Havoc, don't even try. She wouldn't date a smoker, and even with the laws gone, she wouldn't fraternize."

Havoc remained deadly silent as they entered the mess hall. He was not at all happy. As the two continued to make their way to the lunch line, Mustang continued to wave a dismissal to the salutes being tossed at him. He enjoyed being General. It had…. so much power!

"Ol' buddy!" Hughes said happily as he joined the two, wrapping one loose arm around Roy's shoulder. "Got a wife yet?"

Roy growled lightly and shoved Maes off, not in a mean manner, but an irritated one. "Would you stop bugging me with that? I'm not going to get married. Ever. Final. End of that conversation," He said forcefully. "And onto more important manners, how is the case on the serial killer coming along?"

Hughes sighed heavily. "All business. And the case? Horrible. There is practically no evidence and absolutely no leads.

Roy frowned. "I see."

Riza Hawkeye time

"So with this alchemic procedure, he will be able to regain his left eye and sight through it if I give up my own?" The young blonde asked.

"Yes, ma'am, though we don't suggest you use it. It is dangerous and you'll have to live without sig--"

"It's my fault in the first place that he lost his eye. I need to fix the damage I've done," Riza explained with a icy tone, one that warned people that questioning her was a deadly thing to do. "So this procedure is mandatory, Ma'am. I hope you understand."

The doctor smiled lightly. "Of course. You really love him, it would only make sense that you'd want to help me."

Riza frowned as an unfamiliar tint of red hit her pale cheeks. "I don't love General Mustang. We are strictly business."

"Of course, of course," The doctor chuckled softly. "So when would you like to schedule this appointment?"

"For next week. I'd like it if you could call him and said a donor came in, but don't tell him it is me. Please?"

The female doctor nodded her head. "Of course, of course. We'll get the rooms and everything ready for the two of you. You do realize that your whole life will be different with this procedure, right, Miss Hawkeye?"

She nodded her head. "Of course. But anything to fix my mistakes and protect him." The doctor offered Riza a sad smile and the two of them went about setting up an appointment.

Back to Mustang

Roy smiled broadly as he hung up the phone and Maes looked interested in what information Roy had just been given. "Why so happy?" Maes asked.

"A donor for an eye has come in. I'll be able to see properly again!" Obviously Mustang was excited. Who wouldn't be? He'll see! He'll see!

Maes smiled, liking the news. Roy deserved to be able to have the pleasure of seeing with both eyes. "So who is the donor?"

"Don't know. It's anonymous donation," He responded. "I'm not gonna complain, obviously."

"Of course. I'm glad for you, buddy," Hughes said cheerfully.

To be continued.