MY COMUTER IS COMPLETELY FIXED! XD
Sorry for the wait but my hands were pretty much tied between being busy with friends and the fact that my computer was not working. But now that my mom's friend fixed it (I love her) my updates will go back to normal.
This chapter is on Falman and I think it's the shortest chapter I've ever writen.
"Are you sure about staying here?" Major Miles asked.
"What I want to know is if you're sure about leaving," Falman joked before he took a long sip from his cup of instant coffee.
"I'm not leaving permanently," Miles reminded him. "It'll just be temporary until Scar and I have done some significant work on repairing Ishbal and then you'll be free to leave."
"Yeah well, I told myself similar things when I was transferred here but now I'm pretty set on staying here."
"General Armstrong won't let me leave so easily; I'm sure she would not be too happy if I decided to stay near Ishbal. Just like how I'm sure General Mustang isn't so set on having one of his men so far away for too much longer."
"Like I told everyone, I'm staying here another year and then I'll transfer back to Eastern Command with Mustang."
Tomorrow morning, Major Miles would be taking a train down to Ishbal and begin his work on the reconstruction along with Scar, who had been recently be absolved of all his crimes; Falman was sad to see that he would be going.
Soon after the Promise Day had passed, the promoted Brigadier General Roy Mustang, and his subordinates, returned to his post as commander at Eastern Command. After some thinking, Falman decided that he was not quite done with working up here and apparently neither was General Armstrong. She informed him that he still had plenty of work to do up here and would not loss another one of her men after the death of the Buccaneer and the temporary loss of Miles. Falman would be returning to the East by the next winter.
Now, an hour or two after clocking out, Falman and Miles sat in one of the few and poorly heated offices in the Briggs, working on collecting Miles' scattered possessions and enjoying some of the Briggs' horrendous instant coffee.
"I think we've checked all over the Briggs," Miles sat, staring in the large cardboard box that held his collected possessions.
"Good because even if you said you needed to check more rooms I'd leave you; I'm beat and starving."
"I doubt that anything left in a random room in this fortress will be that badly needed after I leave," Miles said, getting up from his seat and picking up his box.
"Goodnight Major."
"See you in the morning Lieutenant."
"Are you really leaving Lieutenant?" asked one of the many Sergeants who worked at Fort Briggs.
"Yes," Falman answered while he continued to pack his things into several boxes marked with his name. His dorm room was now stripped of nearly all its personal items and most of the floor space was covered in boxes and garbage bags. "I said a year ago that I would only be staying until the next winter."
"But you've been doing so well here," said another Sergeant who had showed up at his dorm to say goodbye. "Are you sure you can't stay longer?"
"I'm sorry but I have promises that I made years before and I have to keep them."
"You're talking about General Mustang, right?"
"Yes."
"But General Armstrong is much better!"
"That is something that can be put up for discussion," Falman said with a smile. "Now, if I intend on leaving on tomorrow's train, I should get back to packing."
"Wait!"
"What is it?" Falman asked as he stuffed more clothes into random boxes.
"Do you think you could meet us back up on the observation deck in an hour?"
"Why?"
"Oh um…"stuttered the first sergeant while looking helplessly to his companion.
"Someone needed to see you," invented the other quickly. "We don't know who but the word was passed to ask you there around eight."
"Alright," Falman said slowly, eyes switching between the two Sergeants. "I'll try and be there in an hour."
"Good!" they both exclaimed.
The two Sergeants gave Falman a quick salute before turning and running from the room. Falman stood there for another moment, slightly confused by their actions, before he continued on with his packing.
"SURPRISE!"
"What the Hell?"
Falman blinked several more times in confusion as more and more tiny confetti pieces continued to fall into his hair. It seemed as if half of the Briggs had assembled on the deck, all looking overly happy. Behind them was a large table of food and drinks while a banner that was taped to one of the walls held the words 'We'll Miss You!' After a moment of confusion, he realized that this must be some sort of goodbye party for him and soon recognizes the banner from the party they had thrown for Miles a year ago.
"It's a goodbye party idiot," said the snippy lady who made the horrible instant coffee.
"You're leaving tomorrow and you've been here for over a year. Might as well give you something since you managed to survive it up here."
Falman felt a smile come to his face but forced himself to remain calm and not start jumping up and down like a complete idiot.
"Thanks. Is the all that free or do I have to pay?" he asked the lady, remembering how she charged the coffee.
"For once, no charge."
Food was passed around, drinks were drunk, pictures were taken, and embarrassing stories were shouted louder than needed for a few hours after. Finally, around midnight, Falman reminded everyone that he still had some packing to finish up and he had to be at the station by nine and left. He was happy to be finally leaving the hard and cold fortress that was Fort Briggs and was even happier to be returning to the East under the command of Mustang but behind all that, he was sad. He would miss the friends he had made up here would probably end up visiting them all soon. Not long after Falman collapsed onto his bed, still in his uniform, he drifted off to sleep.
"Where do you want this box Falman?" Breda asked.
"That one? You can just put that on the couch for now."
"Okay."
Falman had returned to East City last night after a three day train ride. He was pleasantly surprised when he was greeted by his old subordinates and commanding officer at the station before being whisked away for drinks at the local bar that he used to visit every week. Breda had helped him home last night after being forced several more drinks than necessary by a certain General. Once they had woken up in the box-filled apartment, Breda volunteered to help him dig out a few things. Suddenly something caught his eyes from the bottom of one of the boxes; he searched for the slightly reflective object and pulled it up from the contents of the box.
It was a picture, one that was taken at the Briggs Goodbye party. He and two Sergeants were smiling ad laughing at the camera, holding up dorky piece signs with their fingers. It made him smile and also made him miss the coldness of the drafty place, the mountain scenery, and even mundane job of knocking down icicles.
"Wha'cha jot there?" Breda asked, breaking him out of his trance.
"Wha? Oh, nothing," Falman said before setting the picture on the table and looking up at the clock. "Hey, we've done enough for now; you want to go get some breakfast?"
"I think you read my mind. Let's go."
As Falman walked outside of his apartment complex, the still slightly warm air hit his body. He stared around at the dusty and boring scenery and smiled. He was glad to be back.
I realise that I do like Falman; he's pretty cool.
So tell me what you think and I think I may be writing Miles and Scar's picture next since I mentioned Miles in the beginning and I got some ideas.
Bye!
-FSK
