Losing You
A/N: Okay another one from HamHam-Chan and Jackolina-Sempai! Will be continuing 'The Spiteful One' shortly but we just wanted to get this one out for you all. Anyways Disclaimer: We do not own but love writing our fanfics! So this is after the Promised Day, Al has his body back, Roy isn't blind, Jean has his legs! Yay! Okay here we go!

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Chapter 1: A Day of Loss
The sun shone brightly through the blinds, leaving stripes of golden sunshine on Roy Mustang's desk. His white stacks of paperwork piled high and he was of course, not even attempting to finish them, after all it was only noon. The Colonel's hand rested on the wooden oak as he leaned back in his chair, sighing his mind raced. Lieutenant Hawkeye was late, that was unusual, odd, not normal, and this made Roy feel nauseous. It was too odd, he felt it something was off, he looked at Jean who was currently lighting up a cigarette, Breda and Falman were quietly doing work while chatting amongst themselves. Furey on the other hand was tinkering with some new radio contraption and Ed sat with Al, trying to do some paperwork. There was an eerie silence in the office and occasionally one of them would shift uncomfortably, so they sensed it too?
"Yo, Chief. You should get that paperwork done before Hawkeye comes in and shoots you till your dead." Havoc said as he took a drag from his cancer stick.
"That seems like a fine idea," Roy smirked, tyrying to lighten the mood, "But she ain't here yet is she?"
Ed looked up from beneathe his blonde bangs, "I wouldn't push it."
"Yeah," Breda added, "She could kill you in two seconds."
Suddenly, the doors burst open and in walked Armstrong, Denny and Maria. Poor Armstrong looked like he was going to cry, Denny had a pained expression and Maria looked close to tears.
"Colonel Mustang!" The muscular man boomed, but this time he did not strip and it was not joyus, it was almost choked out. "I am so sorry."
Denny said with a watery expression, "Yeah Mustang, we are severly sorry."
Roy was confused, as were the others in the room. "What are you talking about?"
"Are you kidding me!" Maria yelled trying to hold back tears, "How could you even act so insensitavely? Aren't you even a little sad!"
"Hold on Maria," Falman stopped her, "What's going on?"
Furey had halted in his tinkering when the three had entered and now spoke up, "So what's the commotion about? Maria are you okay?"
"You guys haven't been told yet?" Denny asked.
The three's eyes widened and Maria covered her mouth, shaking. Armstrong trembled and Denny clenched his fists.
"What is going on here Major? Lieutenant? Sergant?" The Colonel said sternly, his eyes narrowed and the nausea grew in his stomache. "Did something happen?"
A long pause followed and Roy gripped his desk, standing up and glaring daggers into the visitors, Maria was first to speak. Words ran through her mind. How could she tell him? She got scared but realized it was better not to keep it from him, he would find out sooner or later.
"Colonel Sir, It's I-It's Hawkeye..." The three tensed up, as did the rest of the room, the others listened intently and waited. "She-S-She..." Tears streamed down the brunette's cheek.
"What's wrong with Hawkeye?" Roy yelled, "Is she okay?" Another silence and Armstrong closed his eyes, letting a single tear drop slide down his face. Maria then blurted out the truth with an uncontrollable shout.
"Sh-She's dead!" And with that she broke down into a sob, the blonde sergant clasped a hand on her shoulder. It was as if lightining had struck the room, they were shocked and only silence followed, even Havoc and Ed were shaking. Roy didn't move, only stared ahead at the three with wide eyes that were struck with a sickening pain. His mouth moved a whisper,
"D-dead...dead...no...no, no..." The Colonel's knees buckled and he kneeled by his desk, his nausea was at it's peak but it didn't escape. Furey had started to cry and so had Al, Falman only frowned, trying with all his might to fight tears. Breda hid his face, Havoc had just stared at Riza's desk and Ed put a hand on Al's shoulder while covering his eyes. Roy felt ill, he stormed out of the room to the bathroom, sinking down to the shiny tile floor and crawling to the porcelin toilet, after making sure the stall was locked, he let out the nausea. Gripping the rail and the toilet paper holder, he threw up until there was nothing left except bile. Leaning against the stall wall, he let tears flow down his face and he curled up to his knees, crying in the cold, dank bathroom.

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A/N: Whoa! How did that happen huh? (lol drama llama moment) Stay tuned for the next chapter! Please RxR! It's greatly appreciated any consrtuctive critisism is welcome as long as it's friendly. No flames or we will roast marshmellows with them. HamHam-Chan and Jackolina-Sempai out!