Disclaimer: I am not as you have probably guessed the owner of Fullmetal Alchemist or it's character's in any way. They belong to the actual creators of Fullmetal Alchemist. I do however claim this plot and any characters I may make up for it.

Authors Note: This fanfiction is written in response to the request of a friend. She wished for a story with this plot but she wanted to see the story in multiple points of view. The result of my efforts is this fiction, which, honestly, I'm not too sure what to think of myself.I figured what the heck however, and decided to post it since it was already written anyways.

This fic is un-beta-ed, so be gentle. Constructive criticism is appreciated, Flames are not.

- 1 Year Later -

~ Mustang POV ~

It had been a little over a year now since Jean Havoc had reappeared in their lives and thins were looking up.

Roy had immediately and delightedly accepted Jean's renewed pledge of loyalty when it had been offered to him and both he and all his subordinates had made the immediate decision to transfer all lingering resentment about the situation to Marcoh once they had heard the full explanation.

(To this day Marcoh refused to set foot within 500 meters of any of them except Jean without being in the presence of the Fuhrer for fear of retribution).

After a two-day long reunion party, the group had gotten to work, (expedited by the fact that Jean had already done most of the reorganization before they had even arrived).

A few adjustments had been necessary in the setup of the base, but considering Jean hadn't worked with them for nearly three years but overall Roy had been able to fast-forward his long term plans by two entire years, (one year for reorganizing the base, and one for training its' personnel).

With Jean back on the team they had it all done within a month and a half of their arrival.

Now, as Roy looked out of the glass walls of his private office he could seen Riza and Jean in their own offices on either side of his own and Breda, Fury, and Fallman at their desks set in the large area between them.

Roy was aware this wasn't a traditional setup, especially considering both Riza and Jean were both of sufficient rank to have their own separate areas for themselves and their personal subordinates, but it wasn't as if those subordinates weren't happy to be out from under the constant watch of their superiors.

If some of them were?

Well, there were certain advantages to being a highly respected general, and the ability to look up and see his subordinates, his friends, together and uninjured, was worth any annoying arguments every single time.

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