Disclaimer: I'm only saying this once, so listen closely. I do not own FullMetal Alchemist or any of it's characters. I'm mearly playing with them for my own enjoyment. I gain absolutely no profit for this fiction except for the pleasure of having people read it (I hope). I also don't own any of the songs in this fic.

"What hurts the most was being so close.

And having so much to say. And watching you walk away.

Never knowin' what could have been.

And not seeing that loving you

Is what I was tryin' to do."

~What Hurts the Most

Rascal Flatts

He was gone.

Though they had won the battle, in the midst of it all, they had lost.

After everything that they'd fought so hard for…

After everything that they'd been through…

After everything that they'd sacrificed to make the world better; he wasn't going to be around to see it.

In the end, you could say that he achieved his goal- His team was back together and his knight was once again at his disposal. They'd all survived the promised day and he, no they, were about to make his dreams become reality. Grumman had gotten the post of Fuhrer and was in the process of changing the country to a democracy. Roy was supposed to be a major player in that game.

He was supposed to regain his vision and help set up that democracy.

He was supposed to come back.

He never did.

A tear escaped Riza's eye and she quickly wiped it away. Her uniform jacket was carelessly tossed on the ground beside her and she was sitting in the cold grave yard facing two tombstones while her back faced the entrance. Her knees were pulled up to her chest with her chin resting on them and her arms were wrapped around her middle. She faced the parallel graves of Roy Mustang and Maes Hughes (Burial plots purchased as a joke by naïve students freshly enrolled into the military academy).

His body was never found. When he didn't come back, he was assumed dead even though they knew he was stuck in the gate. She knew he was still alive, he had to be. Maybe it's part of the grieving process; denial. But her instincts screamed that he was still alive. Looking at it in reality, she knew that if he was, he would do everything in his power to be there. And maybe he was trying; it just didn't seem hard enough. All she knows is that it felt like everything had been taken from her. (Because he was her everything)

"It's a boy, Roy."

Her voice broke, as if the dam that was holding her tears at bay was cracking.

"Despite everything that happened, the doctor thinks he'll be healthy."

The wind blew and she felt a flutter in her stomach. (Almost as if he were answering, though she knew it wasn't possible)

Her knees dropped and crossed in front of her exposing her small baby bump. She was little over halfway through her pregnancy but was underweight. (She was being forced to eat by her comrades and doctor; because if they didn't force her, she wouldn't eat.) She'd found out not long after Roy had disappeared; after a long week of nausea at the sight of food and near fainting. Everyone, including herself, thought it was depression. She hardly showed up at work and was monitored around the clock by her friends before they forced her to see a doctor. ( They all knew the extent to which she would follow through with her promise. ) This baby changed everyone's way of thinking. Now, it was all she was living for. The team was surprised the most. They gossiped about their commanders' tryst but never thought that there may be some truth to their rumors.

As the wind blew, she closed her eyes and allowed her tears to fall freely, since there wasn't anyone around. She took a deep breath and held it when she heard a familiar voice. The deep resonance and cocky lit was hard to mistake, especially when you've heard it for most of your life. He said her name and it sounded like it came from right behind her. It was wrong though, he sounded worried. Still, she kept her eyes closed because she knew that if she opened them, it would go away. She felt something warm settle on her shoulder; the familiar weight of his hand. She had to be hallucinating now. God, how she wished that she wasn't. Her tears left warm tracks down her face as she released her breath and opened her eyes finding that there was a different scene in front of her.

There was no wind now. The room was dark with only a hint of light coming from the alarm clock on her table. She gasped and bolted up causing her covers to fall to her lap. The bed sank next to her and a hand settled on her swollen stomach while the other moved her hair from her face before resting on her cheek.

"Relax Riza, it was just a dream." She turned her head to the source of the voice to meet the dark eyes of the person she was just grieving about. "Are you alright?" Roy's voice was worried and soothing in his attempt to calm her. His thumb moved to wipe away a fresh tear falling from her eye. Riza nodded and allowed her head to rest in his palm as he cupped her cheek.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Riza sighed and shook her head, not quite able to find her voice just yet. Roy stared into her eyes hoping to find anything out about her dream. He knew from the fear in her eyes that it was a nightmare and that it was about him since she started mumbling his name before she started crying. But, if she didn't want to talk about it, he wasn't going to force her.

Roy kissed her forehead before pulling her to lay back down with him. The arm that was rubbing her stomach went around her waist and rubbed her back while his other one pulled her close to his chest. He whispered in her ear little nothings like 'I'm right here' and 'I love you' hoping to calm her. When her tears stopped and her breathing calmed, after a couple of minutes, he spoke again.

"Sparky causing bad dreams now?" Riza chuckled lightly at the ridicules nickname that everyone called their unborn child.

"You have no idea," she answered. She pressed her lips into his needing to make sure that it was only a dream. The kiss was soft at first then heated up slightly when Roy's tongue slid across her bottom lip asking for entrance. She refused by breaking the kiss and cuddled back into his chest smiling.

"I love you," she said before closing her eyes and attempting to fall back to sleep. Roy smiled above her and held her closer.

"I love you too, Riza Mustang," he said before closing his eyes as well.

I'm gonna try to cut down on the Authors Notes on this one. So I'll make this quick.

1) This is basically stories inspired by songs on my iPod. It's mostly a personal challenge to get myself writing again. My goal is to write at least one story per song on my iPod per month (if I finish early I will post early). The part of the song quoted at the top is the part that inspired me, obviously.

2) Some credit also goes to jacksparrow589 who was the first to post a fic like this. Go read Chaotic Sonata and Dissonant Symphony. They are amazing drabbles!

3) Please review, I don't know what I'm doing wrong if no one tells me. So, i beg of you, if you have a chance, review. I do my best to respond to each one personally.

4) If you have any songs that you think I should write a story to, please, by all means let me know. If I've never heard it (which is very possible since I've lived under a rock my whole life ha) I will look it up.

5) I am not stopping On a Side Note. This is another side note. lol.

6) This is not Beta-d. I really need to get one of those.

Thanks for reading!