A/N: This story's going to be a collab piece with a few awesome authors (PurpleMaple being one), so I don't have a grasp on how long this is going to be exactly. If you have an idea for an AU you'd like to see, drop me a line :). Hope you enjoy!

"We have word Scar's been spotted again. Close to the edge of town at least. So far no casualties." Fuery's ear pressed against the radio. "But, to quote one of the soldiers, 'he looks angry." Mustang rolled his eyes. Did Scar have any other expression? At least that part of the city was mostly abandoned factories. Not many civilians to worry about.

"What's the plan of attack?" Mustang thought over Havoc's question. He couldn't give Scar another chance to escape. Too many lives had been lost already, this was their chance.

"Havoc, Hawkeye, with me. Falman, Breda, hang back a little but stay close. We don't know what we're walking into. Fuery, we'll need you to relay his movements to us through Breda and Havoc. Be ready to call in support."

Hawkeye made sure all of her guns were fully loaded, and slipped yet another behind her back. She wasn't particularly a fan of knives, but she placed one in her boot on the chance she ran out of ammo and had to improvise. Scar practically danced away from her perfect, precise shots last time. Falman also noticed an extra pair of the Colonel's gloves disappear into her pocket. No one was ever more prepared for battle than the hawk's eye and he was thankful every day she was on their side.

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"Come on!" Mustang yelled, furious, as he snapped his fingers. A wall of fire formed in front of Scar. He finally had him cornered. Flames in front of him, Hawkeye, Havoc, and Mustang behind. A full block of old factories and similar construction, with no breaks or alleys lining the street. He had his two most trusted subordinates and sharpshooters flanking him, Havoc walking slowly up and to the left, working to get a shot in while Mustang drew Scar's attention. Hawkeye stayed directly at her superior's side. "Let's see you get out of this one." Scar had led them on a chase through the city to an even more deserted part of town. The three dodged his attacks mostly with ease but Mustang's gunmen had yet to land a shot because of Scar's maneuvers. Even though Hawkeye had anticipated this, she was trying her best not to let her frustration show. She never missed, least of all more than once.

"Your death will be a slow and painful one, Alchemist." Scar said simply, placing his hand against the wall closest to Hawkeye and Mustang. The entire section began to crumble, snowballing quickly as one dilapidated structure folded against the next. The Colonel pushed Hawkeye hard to get her out of range, and he saw Havoc leap out of the way farther in front of him. But of course she had the same idea, and shoving against Mustang only accomplished bouncing off the other and falling down hard. Havoc was lifted off his feet and landed on his stomach, shielding his head as debris surrounded him.

"COLONEL! HAWKEYE!" Havoc coughed as he stumbled to his feet, staring at Scar. Mustang's fire was long gone, and he knew they'd let him get away once again.

"My quarrel is not with you." Mustang would want him to follow Scar and leave the two of them behind. It wasn't even a choice.

"Colonel! Hawkeye!" No answer. Havoc couldn't see past the wall of rubble his boss and teammate were behind, and the dust hadn't even settled. Havoc contacted Fuery immediately, but he was already on it. Of course, the kid had been listening in the entire time.

"Breda and Falman incoming along with reinforcements. About one and a half minutes out. What happened?" That was the downside to radio. He had only heard the sounds of collisions and Havoc screaming.

"Scar destroyed part of a block. Made sure buildings fell at us. The Colonel and Lieutenant didn't make it out. I don't know if they're alive." He was still choking on the dust and he struggled to get the words out between coughs.

He heard Fuery clicking away, relaying information. "Major Armstrong was called out to Briggs but is on his way back. If anyone can clear through that kind of damage, it's him. But it will take about a day."

"Call" another cough overtook him "-call the Elrics too." The chief might be their best chance.

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"Colonel!" Hawkeye had been trying to get his attention but so far her efforts had been fruitless. At least she knew Mustang was alive; she could see his chest moving with each breath. She wished she could reach him to check closer but she was trapped in place. He was her main concern, so she didn't give herself the once over she had been trained to. Please. Please open your eyes. "Colonel! Wake up!"

He stirred at her tone. He hated when she yelled, because he always deserved it.

"5 more minutes." He was so tired, and he did not appreciate the rude awakening. "It's Sunday, I want to sleep in for once. Come back to bed, Riza." He lazily motioned in her direction, eyes shut tight. She exhaled, even that small movement sending searing pain up her side. But at least he was still there.

Hawkeye assessed the situation as objectively as possible. There was a long cut across his forehead and she knew he'd hit his head. Apparently a lot harder than she had, but she was fuzzy on where they were and what happened. She wished she knew what he was talking about, but they had never shared a bed. That, she was certain of.

"Neither of us are going to sleep. Wake. Up!" Hawkeye tore her eyes away from Mustang for a moment to see where they were. She could see bits of light filtering in, enough to see him but not much more. It was like they were in a cave, but one made of bricks, metal, construction material. Think, Riza. They'd been in some kind of battle. Were the men trapped as well? Did they come with or was she chasing after the colonel on one of his destructive "hunches"?

She could only see her commanding officer and moved her attention back to him. He was to her right, his right arm pinned. She could see bone sticking through skin at an angry angle, and his glove was soaked in blood. He was flat on his back, same as her. One particular brick lay by his head, generously splattered dark red. There was quite a bit of blood actually, around both of them. Reaching up, she discovered a similar gash across her head. Concussion. That made sense. It wasn't helpful, but at least she could confirm why she was so confused.

"ROY!" Finally, she got him to open his eyes.

He stirred again. "Stay awake, sir. That's an order." It was clear Mustang had a major head injury on top of broken bones. His legs were pinned down too, but she couldn't tell if they were broken like his arm.

"Riza, what happened?" Did our house fall down?" She had tried before but went to move to him with renewed energy, only to scream in pain, falling back down as she did. There was a piece of rebar sticking out of her side and embedded in the floor, keeping her completely in place. They both turned their heads to face the other, and he stretched his free hand towards her. They were just far enough apart that they couldn't reach across the gap between them. In assessing this, she realized her other hand was a mangled mess. The pain in her side and the terror when the Colonel wouldn't respond had been distracting enough that she hadn't really checked herself for injuries. She was impaled, obviously. That wasn't promising. Her left hand was a mass of bone and blood, and she winced just looking at it. She'd been in pain before but this was overwhelming. Still, she had a duty, and the focus helped. Hawkeye wished she could remember why they were there, or where 'there' was.

It was the scream that finally got him. Roy Mustang's eyes snapped open completely and zeroed in on her. The glaze over his vision momentarily disappeared. "Don't move. You can't open your wound." Right now, she wasn't bleeding much but if the piece of metal was dislodged he had no doubt she'd bleed out. The pool underneath her already made him sick to his stomach. He didn't give a damn about his own injuries but yelled in anger, practically shaking the remaining foundation under him, when he couldn't get his legs or arm free.

"I'm so sorry, we should have checked the structural integrity closer. You were just so in love with this place." Mustang paused and frowned. "Why are we in uniform?"

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Falman, Fuery, and Breda were on the scene with Havoc and assorted military personnel barely a minute after the collapse. The group had been trying to clear a path inside but Scar had made sure it would be almost impossible. Every stone they moved just shifted another into the newly empty space. His words rang in Havoc's ears...a slow and painful death. He had made the building fall this way on purpose. If his friends were alive, they probably weren't in the best shape.

"Come on, we have to move faster." Havoc tried to escape the medic looking him over but he was having about as much luck as the friends in question. He had made it out but not unscathed. Ribs and cuts would heal. Burns would fade. He didn't care that the military nurse was hot as hell and that spoke volumes on its own.

"We will work diligently and quickly-and safely." Breda and Havoc seemed to be running point on this surprise mission..and both were more than ready to pass the torch back to Mustang. They all called out for Mustang and Hawkeye as they worked but got no answer. The team and the reinforcements thought they'd heard a muffled scream from Hawkeye, and one from the Colonel as well, which told the group that they'd at least survived. But they hadn't heard anything since and that had been a disturbingly long time ago.

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Mustang was fading in and out. He was somewhere else and Hawkeye was losing the battle to keep him with her.

"I think we were fighting." She had to stay awake herself, blinking back exhaustion.

"Why were we fighting? I did something stupid, I bet." He studied her face, feeling guilty for the unknown transgression. "I'm sorry for whatever it was. We're going to get out of here, Riza, I promise. And then I'm burning a few contractors to crisps."
He looked down at his arm and winced, a mirror of her discovering her destroyed hand.

"Or I might have to get creative." He refused to let her see how much pain he was in. What he was feeling had to count double for her. Those injuries...she was the strongest person he knew, but how long could Riza-

No.

Roy refused to let that train of thought continue.

If they didn't get help soon they were both dead. And even if they did escape...she wasn't sure if she'd be able to use her hand again. And then how could she protect him? What use would she be? Hawkeye realized they were both lost in thought and snapped him out of his with her. She couldn't think about that now. Her only goal was to get him out of there alive.

"No, I don't think so. I think we were in an actual battle. Focus, sir, what day is it?"

"Sunday, I told you." That couldn't be right. She usually took the day off and there was no way she could get him to work on the weekend. Unless they were after something big. What was their last assignment?

"...And if you don't mind, I'm going to go back to sleep. He looked at her and his lips turned up in a...loving? smile. She knew that expression well even If it was hard to place...the grin he tried to hide since they were teenagers, usually, but not always, succeeding. "You look beautiful this morning, like every morning. Nothing can change that, blood, bruises, nothing. I promise we'll get out of here.." He was coherent enough to be worried about her, but still didn't seem to understand what was happening. Not that Riza had much of a grasp herself.

"Sir, you said 'our house.' What does it look like?" Immobilized and confused, the only thing she could do was keep him talking. As long as it kept them conscious...conscious meant alive. Besides, she was curious about this other world. Where they bought a house and slept in on Sundays and he knew what she looked like in the morning.

"You picked it, Riza, you should know."

"Humor me."