I do not own FMA or its characters. Spoilers for Hawkeye and Mustang's past. This is AU. This was also posted before in An Apple a Day.


Grief Shared

Roy thanked every deity that he knew of that he had decided to give talking his teacher into giving him the secrets of fire alchemy one more time. If Riza had notified him of her father's death, he would have been there as soon as he could, but he would not have wanted her to deal with this on her own. He took the kettle off the stove, quietly fixing tea for them both. The doctor was pronouncing Hawkeye-sensei.

"Riza?" He pressed the mug into her hands. "What to you need?"

"I'm fine, Mister Mustang. Really." She shivered.

Roy retrieved his overcoat from the hall closet and wrapped it around her shoulders before guiding her into a chair. "I know you better than that, Riza. I'm here for you. Just let me know what you need."

Doctor Carlson returned before she had a chance to reply. "I'll send someone to pick up the body tomorrow, Miss Hawkeye. I can't take it tonight. I'll do my best to keep this quiet until you've made arrangements, but it won't be too long before it is public knowledge."

And with that he took his leave. Roy watched Riza, pale and withdrawn, as she bit her lip.

"Riza?"

"Father was deeply in debt. He made some arrangements, but I don't think they last past his death." She looked up at him. "I can't afford a funeral, Mister Mustang. I doubt I will even have this house at the end of the week."

She rubbed her eyes, brushing away tears that hadn't fallen yet. He caught her hand and knelt beside her.

"We'll take care of things. I'm not going anywhere."

He held her when she started to really cry, and Riza found she wasn't the only one in tears.


Theme: Tears