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When that evening came around, I pushed myself off of my bed. I had to work an overnight shift tonight. Roy would be there. Fuck. I decided it would be best to pretend nothing happened and go back to what was the usual. If no one suspected anything, then I would be fine. Maybe the Colonel would be indifferent as well. Maybe he saw that I was right. Somehow the thought hurt worse then the look in his eyes that morning as I left. I showered, knowing I needed one, and redressed once more in a clean uniform. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail as usual and looked at my reflection. Other then the slight red tinge to my eyes, you couldn't tell I'd been crying. Hopefully by work it would be gone. With a sigh, I grabbed my keys and left the house.

Work was proving to be extremely difficult. Roy followed my movements whenever I moved the slightest bit. It made me sick to my stomach to see that he still cared after I hurt him so much. I could feel the tears but refused to show anyone any of my inner feelings. Especially Mustang.

"Hey Kendra, what are you doing after you finish that last piece of paperwork?" Havoc asked, breaking my concentration.

I looked at the clock and noticed it was 6 in the morning. With a groan, I stretched my arms over my head and reclined back in my chair.

"Go home. Eat some food, then sleep the day away."

"Do you wanna come out with the group instead?" he asked as he stuck his cigarette in his mouth and breathed in.

As he breathed the smoke out, I shook my head. I had a feeling the Colonel was going to be going with them.

"Aw come on. When have we all hung out outside the walls of Command Center? For fucks sake even the Colonel's coming!"

I knew it.

"Sorry. I just want to sleep to be honest. I'm exhausted."

He pouted and I reached over to ruffle his already messy spikes. He grumbled a bit but I brushed it off. My pen glided over the last piece of paperwork and I grinned when I finished. Now to bring it to Mustang. I stood up, lifting the giant stack of papers with me, and stumbled over to the Colonel's desk.

"I'm finished for the night, sir," I said placing my papers on his desk.

He looked up at me and I could see the hurt in his eyes that I was being extremely formal. He sighed softly.

"I don't see why you have to be so distant, Kendra," he mumbles before looking up and putting on a façade.

"Good work, Major. You may go for the night."

I nodded and spun on my heel. I gathered my keys from my desk and headed out the door, bidding goodnight/day to everyone. Havoc still looked like a little kicked puppy over the fact that I wasn't going out with them. I kissed his cheek and gave him a hug.

"Maybe next time, Jean," I said with a small smile.

He nodded and grinned back. He stood up and bear hugged me, putting my line of sight directly on the Colonel, who was watching us. When Havoc placed me down again, I rushed from the room. I could hear the murmurs of them all behind me but I didn't care. I just needed to get home. I took a taxi and when I made it home went inside and locked the door. The look in Mustang's eyes. He looked…pained. I had caused him pain. Sobs racked my body and I sat against the nearest wall and pulled my knees to my chest. My heart physically hurt and I felt sick.

I heard a knock on the door about an hour later. I was in no shape to see anyone so I sat there waiting for them to knock again. There wasn't another knock and I stood up curious. I looked through my peephole and didn't see anyone so I gently opened the door, with a hand on my gun. No one was there. I looked around still cautious and noticed a piece of paper taped to my door. I plucked it off and shut and locked my door again.

I'm not giving up on you.

That's all it said. Even without a signature I knew who it was. My heart swelled a bit. He wasn't giving me up on me. He still wanted me. I was a fucking idiot. I took the note to my bedroom and placed it on my nightstand. After changing into some pajamas, I snuggled under my blankets, staring at the note until my eyes blinked closed.