Into Hell
A/N: I have no idea why I wrote this. But I did. So I'm posting it. Takes place a lot of years after Brotherhood. Sorry for this note not being more informative.
It was strange that nobody seemed to notice that he had snuck away from the party. It was for him, after all. She noticed though. And she followed.
He was in the first place she looked; his new office. He had left the door ajar, and she could watch him without him seeing her. Not that he was looking towards the door anyway. He sat behind his new desk, not yet covered in mounds of papers that he had procrastinated doing. His head rested on his hand, balled up in a fist. His black hair, usually messy and carelessly falling into his eyes, had been slicked back. He appeared deep in thought.
She took a deep breath and knocked.
He immediately broke out of his pensive state. "Enter" he said. She took a step in, and closed the door behind her.
"Oh, Colonel, it's you." He smirked. "Figures you'd find me up here."
"This office suits you, sir." She said, careful to keep her usual deadpan.
"Hmm. I'm glad." He paused. "Is everyone looking for me?"
"No."
"The Fuhrer of Amestris disappears and nobody gives a damn? There's something seriously wrong with this country." He grinned. "I suppose Armstrongs still sulking?"
She nodded.
"Haha! I win!"
"Must you act so childish, sir?" It took great difficulty not to roll her eyes.
"I deserve to gloat a bit. I won." He suddenly became serious. "But still, I can't forget all of the people that helped push me to the top. It was their support that made it all possible."
"I'm sure that Hughes would have been proud, sir."
"I'm sure he would have, but I'm actually talking about you, Colonel. You've stuck with me all of these years. Even when I was being an idiot you were always by my side. So what's your plan now?"
She allowed herself to show a brief flash of confusion. "Sir?"
"You've been beside me all of this time, supporting me until I reached my goal. Well I have. So now what will you do?"
This time it was her turn to smirk. "Quit the military."
If this was a surprise to him, he didn't show it. "Okay, and then what?" he asked.
"Get married."
"To who?"
"To you."
So there it was. She said it. She stared at him, watching closely for his reaction. To her disappointment, he didn't give one.
"Kids?" he asked.
"No."
He stood up and walked around the desk so that he was standing in front of her. "That's good. I'd make a pretty shitty father." Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around her and pressed his lips to hers. She returned the gesture, pressing her body against his and deepening the kiss. She had wanted this for so long; since before she had even joined the military.
He began to remove her uniform. Most people had worn fancy clothes to the party, but she had wanted to wear the uniform as a symbol; her last day on the job. She would be back in civilian clothes tomorrow. For the first time since she could remember, a future outside the military awaited her. The thought both thrilled her and terrified her. What would she do? What could she do? She doubted being handy with a gun would be useful on her resume. It hit her that this was it; her new life was beginning. The uniform's jacket fell to the floor.
At a quick glance, the office appeared empty. Anybody who walked in looking for Fuhrer King Mustang would have taken a quick glance around and continued on throughout the building.
On the other side of the desk, Hawkeye snuggled closer to Mustang. Her scars tingled as he gently ran his hands along her back. Any self- consciousness she had about them had melted away with Roy's embrace. She rested her head on his bare chest.
"So what do you say?" she asked. "Will you help me follow through with my plan?"
He kissed the top of her head.
"I'll follow you into hell if you ask me to."
Seriously? You read all the way to the end? Thanks!