Author's note: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or its characters. This is AU.

Lucky Seven

It was really all Maes' fault. Ask anyone. Yes, it had been a major victory for their firm. Yes, celebrating was what everyone needed. However, an all expense paid weekend in Las Vegas was asking for trouble, and Roy knew it. But there wasn't much he could do about it either. Maes had the whole thing planned out and the reservations made.

They had been let loose on Vegas. Roy had somehow been appointed the responsible one and ended up stuck at the Venetian where they all were staying. Thankfully, Riza Hawkeye, his assistant and legal aide, was also sticking around. At least he wasn't the only one who saw the insanity in all this. Besides, other than Maes, he had known Riza the longest of any of his co-workers. In fact, she was the daughter of his mentor, and when they had founded the law firm it had just been himself, Riza, and Maes. Now with nearly twenty-five people on staff, they were quite a successful business.

So now Riza and he were strolling through the Grand Canal Shoppes as a way to stave off boredom.

"So tell me again, why are we going Christmas shopping? It's July."

Riza smiled. "This way we beat the Christmas rush. Besides, you were the one who was sick of sitting in your room."

Years of familiarity allowed them to easily manage shopping for both the office and their extended family, though Roy would admit the office basically was their extended family at this point. Lunch was taken at a little bakery where they ended up sharing a table with a pair of criminalists due to the lack of available seating. They had spent a very pleasant hour or so discussing the place of forensics in the courts before returning to their shopping. And that was when disaster struck.

The two of them were just crossing the main square when they were accosted by a trio of hotel staff.

"Congratulations! You two have been selected to receive our grand wedding give away." The woman smiled at them. "Now we have lots to do before the ceremony, so let's get moving."

Roy traded stunned looks with Riza. What the hell was going on? They both looked expectantly at the woman.

"I saw that you hadn't made any bookings yet, so I assume this was a preliminary visit. Not to worry though. We can take care of everything. Now, Roger will take Mr. Mustang for his tuxedo fittings. If you'll just come with me and Lia, Ms. Hawkeye, we'll get your gown taken care of."

They found themselves being ushered in opposite directions. Before he knew it, Roy was being fitted for a tuxedo. Bewildered, he turned the young man taking measurements. "Will someone please tell me what's going on?"

The tailor looked surprised. "I should think it obvious, sir. You're getting the tuxedo for your wedding. The ceremony is this afternoon."

Roy blinked. "But I'm not getting married."

"Of course not, sir." The man's tone was condescending.

Once the fitting was over with, Roy was presented with a number of wedding ring selections.

"Don't worry about the ring size. We can get something that will fit within the hour." He was told. "Just choose something you'll be comfortable with wearing."

"But I'm not getting married," he protested yet again. And yet again, he was ignored.

Because they wouldn't leave him alone until he did, Roy finally picked out a pair of slender rings that were a multicolored gold patterned to look like wood grain. They were simple and elegant, and if he had to pick something, it would suit him nicely.

With the rings chosen, he was then ushered to a hotel room.

"Feel free to take a shower and use any of the amenities, sir. Your tuxedo will be delivered in about half an hour." The man told him. "Someone will come get you when it's time for the ceremony."

Alone at last. Roy quickly pulled out his cell phone and hit speed dial.

"Hawkeye."

"Hey, it's me."

"Has anyone told you what's going on yet?" Her voice had warmed slightly.

"Other than everyone thinking we're getting married shortly? No."

She sighed. "That's the impression I get as well. They won't listen to me when I tell them we're not engaged."

"I know."

"I've got to go. There's someone here to do my hair, and they want me off the phone. I'll call you as soon as I can."

Roy sighed as she hung up. Well, if he was going to get all gussied up, he might as well take a shower. By the time he was done in the bathroom, Roy's tuxedo had been delivered along with a white rose boutonniere. It didn't take him long to dress and fix his hair. Roy stared at the man in the mirror; the last time he had looked like this was at Maes' wedding. Truthfully, he had thought about getting married once or twice, but he only had one lady in mind, and she had always seemed content with their friendship and focused on her career more than anything else.

"Sir? Are you ready?" A hotel employee was at the door. "We need to go now."

He was ushered back to the canals and towards the bridge overlooking the main square. There was a string quartet set up by the foot of the bridge. There was a priest waiting on the bridge as well as photographers. He was positioned beside the priest and told to wait.

The quartet began to play Pachelbel's Canon, and Riza appeared at the bottom of the bridge. She was dressed in an ivory gown with elbow length veil pinned in her hair with a pair of red camellias. With her she carried a bouquet of white roses and calla lilies wrapped in ivy. She smiled at him as she ascended the bridge. As she reached the priest, she slipped her hand in his.

"So, what do we do now?" She whispered.

"Well, we could fake a fight or just run away." He hesitated. "Or we could get married."

"You're serious?"

"Well, we practically live together, we know we work well together, I'm in love with you, and we are dressed for a wedding."

"Excuse me," the priest broke in. "Am I correct in understanding that you two are not engaged?"

"Yes," Riza nodded before turning back to Roy. "You're in love with me? Why didn't you ever say something?"

Roy shrugged. "I didn't want to mess up our friendship. I could deal with only being your friend. I just didn't want to loose you from my life."

"Idiot. Yes, I'll marry you. I just thought you weren't interested in me romantically."

The priest was beginning to look anxious. "Um, sorry to interrupt. Are you going through with the ceremony?"

"Yes." They chorused.

"Very well then."

Roy ignored most of what the priest was saying until it came time for the vows. It didn't matter anyway; what mattered was the woman standing next to him. Before he knew it he was repeating the vows after the priest.

"Riza Hawkeye, I take you to be my lawfully wedded wife. Before these witnesses I vow to love you and care for you as long as we both shall live. I take you, with all your faults and strengths, as I offer myself to you with all my faults and strengths. I will help you when you need help, and turn to you when I need help. I choose you as the person with whom I will spend my life. I take you to be my partner, to have and to hold from this day forward. I give to you my unending love and devotion. I promise to be true to you, to cherish you, and to share my thoughts, hopes, and dreams with you. I look forward to spending the rest of my life with you, my best friend. I will love you forever."

Then it was Riza's turn. She repeated the same words, smiling at him. Then it was time for the rings. Someone had tucked Riza's ring in his pocket, and he could see his tucked in her bouquet.

"Please repeat after me," the priest said. "This ring I give you, in token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love."

"Riza, This ring I give you, in token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love." Hands trembling slightly, he slid the ring onto her finger.

She smiled up at him, amber eyes warm with affection. "Roy, this ring I give you, in token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love."

The priest continued to talk. Roy listen with half an ear, too caught up in Riza's beautiful eyes. Her hands still rested in his, and she held his gaze as the priest droned on.

"…by the power vested in me by the state of Nevada, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

That was something Roy was quite pleased to do. As he kissed her, he could cheers coming from the tourists in the square. They were never going to live this down once the others found out about it, but he didn't really care right now.

After the photographs were done, the hotel staff informed that their things had been moved to a Venzia Luxury Suite and were presented with the keys. Before they headed up to their new room, Roy snagged the woman who had been coordinating everything.

"I just have one question if you don't mind. Why us?"

She smiled brightly at them. "Well, today is July 7th, 2007, a lucky day, so we wanted to have a lucky wedding. We were considering a number of couples, but it was your friend that really decided us on you two. The wedding manager overheard the story about you case where you got shot and what happened at the hospital."

Riza sighed, and Roy ran a hand through his hair. Maes would tell that story to anyone who would listen. The two of them adjourned to their new room to change into more comfortable clothing. Roy perched on their bed having exchanged his tuxedo for pants and a button down shirt, watching as Riza carefully unpinned the veil, leaving the flowers in her hair.

"Do you think Maes was in cahoots with them?"

She smiled. "I doubt that. The most he's ever done was lock us in a closet and pass incriminating looking photos around the office. He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"You do realize that once the office finds out, they are going to make us go through the whole thing again." He sighed. "We may never live this down."

She laughed, disappearing into the bathroom. "But think how much fun we can have with them all tonight."

He brightened at that. They were all supposed to meet for dinner at one of the casino's restaurants. "We could just not tell them. See who figures it out."

Riza emerged dressed in a short red sundress. "We could. We don't have to meet them until seven, so we have about three hours."

"Come're." He patted the space beside him. Roy slipped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. "I really do love you."

"I know." She tilted her head back to kiss him. "I wouldn't have married you otherwise."

They were late for dinner. The two of them arrived smiling and breathless to take the remaining two seats at their table. There were several raised eyebrows, and Roy bit back a grin. He was often late, but Riza almost never was. For them to be late when arriving at a function together was unheard of. Roy gave their drink orders to the waiter and waited for the obvious questions to begin.

"What did you do to actually make Hawkeye late for dinner, Mustang?" snarked Edward Elric, the firm's youngest partner.

Roy traded a look with his wife, and they chorused, "It's Hughes' fault."

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