AN: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or its characters. Margret is not a character from Fullmetal Alchemist. Please read and enjoy! I hope this chaper two came through ok and I didn't screw up chapter 1...

With Margret screaming Roy thought he was going to lose his mind. He couldn't think of a way to make this moment any worse.

knock...

knock...

The moment just got worse. Who the hell is out in this weather? Unless... CRAP! Roy cursed his existence. He knew perfectly well who it was. The only person crazy enough to be out in this weather was his enemy... Major General Olivier Mira Armstrong. Mustang trudged over to the door and pulled it open roughly, hoping that she would be leaning against it and fall flat on her face. Well... she wasn't leaning against the door and when he opened it it went right into his nose.

Olivier snickered cruelly. Trust Roy Mustang to hurt himself opening a door. He was pathetic and at this point she hoped that he would just admit it. Margret shrieked. Both adults covered their ears and glared at the door to the living room.

"What the hell was that Mustang?" Olivier snarled, annunciating each word painfully. Her eyes never shifted from their icy petrifying glare.

"My kid apparently," Roy sniffed. This is going to end well, he thought. This general standing in front of him was not exactly kid-friendly. Olivier took no notice of his worried glances and marched in to his little home. She strode strait into his living room and stared into the box on the floor. Margret paused in her crying long enough to commit the generals face to memory before she started to bawl again.

"Why won't she stop crying?" Roy was beginning to panic now. This kid was going to die if she didn't eat or do any normal baby stuff! He was slightly more than surprised when his fierce commanding officer lifted the baby out of the box and rocked her gently until she calmed down a little bit.

"May I ask if you have fed her yet Mr. Useless?" Olivier asked with cool contempt. She didn't pause in her soothing of the baby Margret.

"I set the bottle down next to her and she would not eat!" He replied, making his point clear that he had tried to feed her.

"You really are useless aren't you Mustang?" She reached down into the box to retrieve the bottle and pressed it to the now calm Margret's lips. The baby didn't hesitate to gulp half the bottle. Olivier stopped, burped Margret once, then proceeded to feed her the rest of the bottle.

"May I ask how you know how to take care of a child General?" Roy asked, shock was still very apparent on his face.

"Just because I don't like children doesn't mean I didn't have to baby sit my siblings or other neighborhood children when I was young." She replied laying Margret back in her box. "I take it your report isn't done? Never mind that I will pick it up tomorrow." Olivier excused herself from the room then the house making her way back to Briggs. Mustang stared at the door she had exited from for five minutes after she left, trying to figure out what had happened. The only thing he could get his mind around was the fact that she knew how to care for children.

Then it dawned on him. She had called him useless... TWICE!

AN: Please leave a review. I know that this story is a little bit awkward but... I will post the next chapter ASAP. This chapter was really Olivier centered. She didn't show up in Conquer of Shamballa (sad I know) so I put her in this. Also HAHA MUSTANG IS USELESS!