A/N: Okay! Please bear with me, this story has some massive feels. Roy and Rebecca butting heads is pretty intense. This is an argument based on not just months of anger, but years of it due to Rebecca not knowing about Roy's feelings for Hawkeye. Enjoy, and please don't hate me! Oh, there's Royai in here, too, because it's me. Of course there's Royai. I own nothing.


Rebecca had come to visit Jean in the hospital every day for the past four days, sitting with him and talking with him and sometimes just crawling in bed with him, the two holding each other without a single word being said. He was due to be released soon, and she knew he was getting antsy to get out.

She opened the door to his room and her face fell. He wasn't alone. Roy Mustang was sitting in the chair next to him, chatting animatedly. They turned to her and Jean smiled warmly, delighted to see her, while Roy's eyes went wide and his smile dropped. He recovered quickly, however, and forced a smile that Rebecca did not return.

"Hey, princess." Jean said. Her visits were the best part of his days in this godforsaken hospital. She pulled her eyes away from attempting to bore holes into Roy's head and returned his smile.

"Hey you. How are you feeling today?" She closed the door and walked to him, giving him a peck on the forehead.

"Tired. The Colonel over here woke me up." Rebecca's eyes flashed and she turned to Roy.

"Did he." she said flatly. He raised his hands.

"Hey, I didn't mean to! I had to come out East for a meeting, and this morning was a free period. I wanted to see this idiot before he got to go home." He tried to smile charmingly at her.

Rebecca nodded, sitting down on the edge of Jean's bed. She didn't take the bait and Roy's smile fell. Jean darted his eyes between the two of them, sensing the tension. For the next ten minutes he steered the conversation, jumping around topics as Rebecca and Roy avoided each other's eyes. This was ridiculous. They were acting like children. Finally, he was saved when the doctor opened the door.

"Hi, Jean. Mind if I steal you for a few minutes? We need to run a few tests." Jean nodded.

"That's fine."

"I can grab an orderly to help you into your chair."

"No, I've got it. Been working on it." He smiled at Rebecca. She grabbed the wheelchair and steered it over, taking his arm and helping him into it, just like they'd practiced. They weren't graceful by any means, but it was getting better. Roy offered his hand to help but Rebecca only glared at him. Jean sighed.

"I'll be back. Please...don't kill each other. For me." The doctor held the door open and Jean wheeled out, leaving Rebecca and Roy to stare at each other.

She tossed her dark hair back and walked over to the window, staring out at the trees below, chewing on her bottom lip. She wasn't going to say a damn word to this man.

Roy sighed and sat down. "Care to explain why you're so pissed at me?"

Goddamnit. She wheeled around.

"The list of reasons why you have pissed me off could stretch for miles, but I'm pretty focused on one right now."

"Somehow I feel like I know what that is."

Whatever handle she had held over the emotions that bubbled to the top of her chest at seeing this man again...she completely lost her grip on it.

"He was your responsibility, Mustang! Your subordinate! He is paralyzed because of YOU. If you hadn't taken him..." She clenched her fists in an attempt to slow the angry shaking that was spreading through her body.

Roy felt his blood boil. This was too much. He had been dealing with too much. The death of Hughes, Havoc's legs, the transfer of his men, losing Riza, The Promised Day looming...having her throw one of his deepest regrets in his face broke his mask.

"I 'took him' because he is an indispensable soldier and my friend! I never meant for this happen!"

"You took him to satisfy your idiotic power grab! Don't act like this was for him! Just because you didn't mean for this to happen doesn't excuse it! That man has given you everything!"

"Do you think I don't know that? What the hell, Catalina? Do you think I don't feel guilty about this situation every damn day?!" He was standing now, yelling at her as she kept her position by the window.

"No, I don't! I think you lost a pawn and you moved the hell on. Why wouldn't you? Isn't that how the game is played? Your stupid game. He's not a pawn! He's a person! He's a person who is now going to go through hell because of his misguided faith in you!" She could feel her face getting red, the blood pumping through her. All the words she had been keeping bottled in were flowing out of her and there was no way to stop it.

"Misguided? You have no idea what I hope to do. You dated him for what, two weeks? Don't pretend like you know him, Catalina!"

"Have you EVER understood him? Or has he always just been a means to an end? You took Riza and you took him. They're both just your pawns!"

Blood pounded in his ears at the mention of Riza. "Don't you dare presume to understand the relationship between me and my Lieutenant. Don't you dare presume to understand anything between me and my subordinates!"

"You can't even say her name! Her name is Riza Fucking Hawkeye. Riza Hawkeye. And you took her! She nearly died too, that night, didn't she? Both of the people I care about nearly died in one fell swoop because of your stupid dream!"

"That wasn't my fault!"

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" she screamed. "They followed you! They trusted you! They nearly died for you! If you hadn't taken him away from me..."

Roy was done. She had not only thrown Havoc in his face but she had thrown Riza, too.

"Away from you?!" he snarled. "Away from the woman who constantly bemoans not having a rich man? Away from the woman who jumps from man to man faster than she changes her sheets? You claim to care about him?! Have you ever cared about a man for longer than a week in your entire life?!" He laughed, a harsh, angry sound. "Away from you? I did him a FAVOR."

The words hit Rebecca like a punch to the gut. Her eyes widened and her face paled. She felt all of the air leave her body. She took a step back, pressing her back against the wall.

The anger left Roy's eyes as he looked at her. He had officially gone too far. Rebecca had no idea the extent of his relationship with Hawkeye, had no idea how much he loved her. All she saw was a womanizer with his eyes dead set on moving up the ranks, and he was dragging the two people she cared about most with him. He couldn't blame her for seeing him as a monster. It was what he had presented.

Rebecca closed her eyes, fighting back tears. She would not cry in front of this man. She would not. He had taken so much and she would not let him see her cry, would not let him see that he had won. Her knees buckled from the shaking and she slid down the wall a ways, stopping when her knees bent 90 degrees. She wrapped her arms around herself.

Roy watched her and bent his head. He was suddenly very ashamed of himself. Rebecca was Riza's best friend, had been with her through so much...he knew that she was half the reason Riza had managed to put her head back on after Ishval. She also clearly cared for Havoc. Roy had just seen the two interacting, seen how fiercely she protected him and helped him. She clearly adored the man. He couldn't justify his words, so he swallowed back his pride.

"I'm sorry, Catalina."

She looked up, eyes shining with moisture.

"What?"

"I'm sorry. That was cruel."

She shook her head.

"I was cruel, too. I deserved it."

"No, you didn't. But..." he sighed. "Please, don't think that I take Havoc or Hawkeye lightly. I care more than you think I do. Much more."

She watched him as he said this. His eyes were wide and honest. She nodded. "I shouldn't have said what I did."

"Neither should I."

She opened her mouth to say something else, but the door opened and Havoc wheeled himself in, the nurse shutting the door behind him.

"Damn chair. I swear I'll get used to it one d-" he stopped upon seeing Rebecca against the wall, both of them still stricken and near tears. He swore.

"What the hell happened?!"

Roy closed his eyes. "We...had a discussion. Everything's fine."

"Yeah, clearly! What the hell did you..."

"It's okay, Jean." Both men turned to Rebecca, who was standing up again. "We had it out. We're okay. Come on, let's get you back in bed." She walked toward him, eyes still shining. Jean pursed his lips and wheeled himself to the bed. She adjusted the chair, then looked at Roy. She sighed.

"It's easier with two people. Will you help me?"

Roy stared at her for a moment, then gave her a small smile. Not his charmer's grin, not his manipulative smirk, but a genuine smile.

"I'd be happy to." He stepped forward and gripped Havoc's arm, both lifting at the same time as Havoc pushed himself off from the chair, pulling him into the bed. She adjusted the pillows behind his head while Roy got his legs situated. He stepped back and Rebecca smiled at him.

"Thank you."

He nodded. "I should get out of your hair. I've still got meetings to attend." He clapped Havoc on the shoulder. "I'll see you next chance I get."

Havoc knitted his brow. "Alright, boss. Don't be a stranger. You're not busy or anything." Roy laughed and looked at Rebecca.

"Take care of him, okay?" She nodded, silent understanding in her eyes. I'm trusting you, he had said. She wouldn't let him down.

Roy walked to the door and waved, then closed it behind him. Jean turned to Rebecca.

"Okay, what the HELL happened?!"

She sighed.

"We came to an understanding."

"It involved yelling, didn't it?"

"You know us too well."

"Damnit."

Rebecca smiled and crawled into the tiny bed with him. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her head. She closed her eyes and leaned into him. An understanding was the best way to put it. Someday she'd sit down and have a real talk with Roy Mustang and figure out how the hell his brain worked. She had a sneaking suspicion that it worked quite a lot like her own.


There you have it. See, they're okay. I think those two are just very similar, so when they're upset and hurting, they want to butt heads. Please favorite and review!