A/N: Alrighty folks. Reboot Chapter 2. Go! lol. Honestly, my writing has been fairly stagnant these last few years, so forgive me while I shake the rust off. My computer was stolen awhile back and I thought I had these chapters on my flash drive, but apparently not, so I'm starting from what I've got here on the website.

Reviews and suggestions are highly appreciated. Thanks again for reading.

1 Year Earlier

"Sir?" Major Hawkeye said softly knocking on the oak door of her superior's office, "General?" she called again, placing her hand on its surface.

Lately the former Colonel had been keeping himself locked up in his office alone, his new duties getting the better of him. His ties with the Elric brothers had been completely severed since they had disappeared through the gate and it had been about two months since the Colonel had taken his first steps out of his bed. His goal of becoming Fuhrer of the state had turned into a pipe dream since the new government had adopted a more democratic structure, one which included all citizens, even the Isbalans, in it's practice and implementation. Though on the brighter side of things, Mustang had been promoted to General and selected by the government itself to oversee the entirety of the military and all major investigations. The only people he was now answerable to were the members of the government council.

Hawkeye sighed as she listened carefully to the movements inside the room, hearing only one thing. The only thing that reminded her that Mustang was still human, still the man she had come to respect and adore, and still Roy Mustang. Smiling slightly to herself she let the general snore for a few more seconds before coming to her senses, regardless of her feelings for him there was work to be done after all.

Pushing the door open, or rather slamming the door open with a kick of her heel, Hawkeye made quick work of forcing the black haired man head over heels off the back of his chair with a few shots from her trusty pistol into the ceiling of the room.

"Jesus Christ Hawkeye!" Mustang exclaimed, scrambling to his feet "What the hell are you doing?!"

Hawkeye gave him the same devious smile she always did when she woke him, "I believe these documents need signing sir" she said flatly, dropping a sizable stack of folders onto his already towering inbox.

"Well that's one way to get things done! Sure, let's blow a few more holes into the roof, that'll work!" the General ranted, taking his seat once more.

Absorbing her superior's words, Hawkeye crossed her arms over her chest and sighed, "Well sir, it has been effective as of late,"

"Not to mention expensive. Do you have any idea how much it is to re-plaster those holes you keep putting into the roof?" he retorted, leaning back into his chair and pointing to the aforementioned roof.

"Well, if you manage to stay awake while you're supposed to be working I might not have to put holes in the roof."

Mustang blinked at his faithful Major, his brow furrowed in a menial anger. Even if she did destroy property she was still his loyal subordinate and he would do anything to keep her at his side, "Is there anything else Major?"

"Not at the moment sir, but I will be sure to keep you informed of any changes"

"Good, now, if you're done vandalizing my office, you may go,"

Hawkeye smiled turning on her heel, exiting the office, closing the door behind her, and seating herself down behind her own desk.

Mustang sighed, leaning back in his chair, lightly massaging his temples. Recently he had a lot on his plate, including the reconstruction and stabilization of the city of Lior. Settling Ishbalan refugees into new towns and colonies. Providing supplies and support troops to the towns that had fallen into disarray after the fall of the Fuhrer. Then there were the investigations into the disappearances of a few his commanding officers in the rehabilitation unit of the Ishbalan people. Consumed in his work he had allowed all of his subordinates, save Hawkeye, to migrate to other departments of the military to pursue their own career goals. Hawkeye was the only one he really fought for. The government had wanted to move her to the Special Service Battalion to help train their new forces in respect of her shooting capabilities. After months of pestering and pressuring her, she had almost given into their request until Mustang had realized how much he really needed her by his side and wrote the council that she wouldn't be allowed to desert her current obligations. Of course, there was no objections on her part.

The General sighed once more taking the first file off of his tower of papers. Opening it he scanned over the words, another advancement proposal for the movement of troops into a'hostile' Ishbalan community. After looking over the situation and the specifications of the community he scoffed. Most of the Isbalans had turned peaceful since the turnover. This was just some out of times commander itching to start a fight. He sighed again and planted a big DENIED stamp onto the page and began work on his memorandum explaining his decision. Fifteen minutes later, he planted the file into the OUT box and opened the next. A quick glance quickly turned into a burning glare as he analyzed every word and letter. The subject read IMMINENT THREAT followed by words such as EYES ONLY. CONFIDENTIAL. Mustang's heart beat in his head as his eyes moved further down the page. This is bad.