A/N: I'mmmmmm baaaaack! I know I'm sorry it took me forever! But starting School again is complicated. lol Thank you to those who reviewed! I really love you and you guys keep me going! :) So here it is! Chapter 4!

Chapter 4: Best Cure

Riza breathed deeply, keeping her face hidden from the man who so patiently rubbed her back in efforts to calm her down. She finally had enough courage to peer up at him from beneath blonde bangs, to him she looked like a little lost puppy. The remnants of her make-up were smeared and her skin was still pale and shaking, he calmly asked in a soft voice,

"Are you okay?"

She nodded, Riza's mind was mixing with different emotions, fear, shock, anger, depression, shame, and guilt. It was hard to keep all those feelings tame inside but Roy gave her a small smile, filling the void and giving her a lighter feeling. Riza breathed deeply and then flicked open the mirror on the car, wiping the black smudges from underneath her hazel eyes. She muttered,

"Waterproof eye-liner is bullshit..."

He chuckled and once she was done, she turned to him with red eyes still watery, "I am really sorry that I -you had to see me cry like that." Roy just shrugged casually,

"Everyone cries. And besides, it's not like I haven't seen you cry before." She nodded and leaned back in the seat. Roy's stomach flipped, he knew he had to ask her. "Your arms..."

"Huh?"

"Your arms...wrists...let me see them." He said in a calm, yet stern voice.

"Oh...right..." Riza was very hesitant, she hadn't looked at them since covering them up. There was in a twinge in her insides as a shaky hand pulled down the short sleeves she had lowered to cover the semi-bandages. Roy's calmly took on of her arms and examined it.

"Toilet paper? Really?"

"It was the only bandage-like thing I could find." She swallowed hard and clenched a fist, Mustang sighed and gave her a small smile. He turned on the car and drove away from the convenience store, speeding down the roads until he reached his apartment complex. Riza was confused, "Sir? What are we doing here?"

"You need someone to take care of you, oh and...please drop the 'Sir' and 'Colonel' thing, there's no need for formalities now." Hawkeye tried to object but he left her no room to argue, although she had to find it funny at how fast he ran around the car just to open door for her, making her sigh a smile and shake her head. Roy offered a hand to Riza,

"You do understand I'm not glass right?"

"Of course," He gave his most dashing grin still his hand held out, "But you are a beautiful lady and should be treated as one."

Riza let out a small laugh and took his hand, letting him lead her up the steps and down the hall to his door. After fiddling with the keys, Roy got the door open and let his Lieutenant inside. She was surprised, half expecting it to be messy and rather untidy while the other half had expected it to look like a tornado passed through, but he always managed to surprise her. The small apartment was neat and orderly for someone like him, not super clean but pretty decent. Clothes were not strewn about and dishes were all piled in the sink, not the counter. Roy looked at her an eyebrow raised,

"What?"

Hawkeye just sighed, then gave him a light smirk, "I was expecting a more...ravenous style similar to that of a caveman."

Roy made a small caveman grunt and went cross eyed, Hawkeye chuckled softly and clutched her stomach, covering her mouth. He chuckled, "Sorry to disappoint you...but I can be pretty organized." Once he made sure Riza sat down on the leather sofa, Roy made his way into the kitchen and pulled out the frozen pizza he had planned to eat earlier. "When was the last time you ate? Are you hungry?"

The blonde Lieutenant nodded, "I haven't eaten since this afternoon."

"Pepperoni okay with you?" Getting an approval he placed it in the oven and came out to the living room, he frowned seeing Riza looking at her lap, deep in thought. "What's wrong?"

She snapped her head up, "Oh, nothing. Just...nothing..."

Roy's frown didn't disappear but he suddenly remembered, "Oh right!", Hawkeye watched her superior go into a bathroom off the hall and come back out with a white tub. He sat down next to her and opened it to reveal a full placement and assortment of first aid supplies. His hands grabbed a roll of bandages, "Okay let me see your arms." Riza bit her lip, resisting, but reluctantly she let him take her arms. Roy began to unwrap the toilet paper scotch taped together, slowly and steadily. He noticed her turn away, not wanting to look. Once off, his onyx eyes widened. A long thick slit, blood dried and oozing was plastered on creamy skin. He swallowed hard, both wrists looked the same and it was a wonder how she didn't die. Riza cautiously peered at the wound, winced and turned away again, ashamed. "Okay," He blew a puff of air from his chest and picked up a bottle of antiseptic wash, then putting a little on a cotten ball. "Alright, this might sting a bit." Gently pressing the cotton to the wound and cleaning the dried blood made Hawkeye wince, the antiseptic burning as it washed away bacteria. She was surprised at her superior, how gentle and caring he was, the way Roy held her arms and hands felt nice and warm, a little comforting. Pain shot up the Lieutenant's wrists and she just bit her lip until it was over and went to a happy place. He glanced up to find his subordinate blankly staring off to the side, her biting her lip and her eyebrows furrowed slightly. 'She's kinda cute when she is in thought.' He thought to himself.

"And... done." Mustang taped the last bandage wrap and smiled at her.

"Thanks." Riza gave him a smile, 'Wow, that was over quicker than I thought.'

Roy got up and said chuckling, "You were really zoned out, I thought you might have fallen asleep."

"Was I really that deep in thought?"

He nodded, then realizing something else he exclaimed, "Oh right, you can't be comfortable sleeping in that, I'll be right back!" And with that, Roy left her alone once again only to return minutes later with a bundle in his arms. "I know it might seem a bit odd wearing this but it's better than sleeping in jeans." His hands briskly brushed hers when passing the bundle of clothes to her. A light blush appeared on their cheeks but they turned away from each other before noticing. Riza looked down at the given items: A black T-shirt and a pair of dark grey, baggy sweatpants.

"Whose are these?"

"They're old clothes of mine, too small for me and they'll be very loose on you, but they should do." He smiled and joked, "You can change in the bathroom because I heard you girls like your privacy or something like that?"

"Funny, I would think a womanizing man such as yourself wouldn't need confirmation on that." She retorted getting up to walk down the hall.

Roy chuckled, "Back to your stoic ways my dear?" There was a light laugh as the bathroom door closed. He went into the kitchen to pull the pizza out of the oven, the smell of crisp crust and pepperoni wafted through the whole apartment, making his mouth water a little. A door shutting resounded and Hawkeye popped her head shyly around the corner, he raised an eyebrow.

"Uhhh, would you happen to have a hair tie?"

"No, why would I have one?"

She asked again, "Do you have a rubber band then?"

"Yeah..." Roy looked around and grabbed one from his pile of office supplies on the counter, "What do you need it for?"

"I need one because," Riza sighed and stepped out from behind the corner. The sweatpants hung extremely loose around her, about four sizes to big, his lieutenant couldn't keep them from falling without holding onto them. And without control, Mustang broke into laughter. She glared, "What's so funny?"

He glanced up and grinned, 'She's actually kinda cute wearing that.' Then Roy tossed her the rubber band and said, "Sorry, they used to be baggy on me until I grew too tall for them. Pizza?"

Riza took the plate her superior handed her after tying the sweatpants to stay on her hips. "Thanks." She replied as the two sat on his couch and ate the crispy, hot food. It was silent for the most part, but comfortable still. Roy's thoughts wandered to her and how amazing to him that she could be so normal after what happened. He would've been crying like baby, she never ceased to amaze with her reziliancy, but that was one thing about Riza, always able to get right back up when knocked down. Roy had to doubt that she was all the way healed, she was seconds away from being raped while looped up on drugs, but for now he was content with her mental state. Hazel eyes captured onyx, the Colonel looked away when Riza had noticed his staring. A burst of chorus from the song 'Firework'(Katy Perry) rang out of the bundle of Riza's clothes that lay in a folded pile on the chair, not that it was bad, it just scared the shit out of the two on the couch. Hawkeye quickly got up and ran to grab her phone, the caller ID spelled 'Rebecca BFF 3'

"Hello?" The blonde answered quickly, "Yeah...oh I-...Yeah...No I'm fine...don't worry about it Becca...Uh huh, well no not exactly..." Riza turned around and caught the Colonel's confused expression, "I'm at Mustang's apartment...yeah...it's fine Becca...no we won't...trust m-Oh my god don't think like that! Don't worry I'm fine and I'll talk to you tomorrow...Love you too Girl. Bye."

"Was that Catalina?" Mustang asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, apparently word got out all the way to her from earlier," She sighed in distaste and sat next to Roy again, "I wonder who else knows about it."

"How many people do you know?" He chuckled, only to get an annoyed retort of,

"Too many..."

Fifteen minutes of casual talk carried on, then thirty minutes, then an hour, and thirty more minutes. Roy took pleasure in the fact that he could make her laugh, it was the most exceptional sound he'd ever heard, and her smile made the whole world stop, but it was when Riza smiled at him, the gleam in her eyes had returned and everything seemed perfect. Casual chatter turned to serious matters, then to hopes and dreams, and a joke here and there, the two unconsciously moving closer to one another until finally their shoulders touched. Mustang playfully pushed strands of hair form her face and she would jokingly push him of extreme tiredness, Riza let her head rest against his shoulder and he couldn't help but rest his head atop her's. In the middle of a small joke he realized those beautiful hazel eyes had closed and Hawkeye was now in some sort of peaceful dreamland. 'She had a rough evening, how could she not have fallen asleep earlier.' The Colonel stared at his Lieutenant endearingly, 'She's so pretty and peaceful when she's dreaming.' Taking a breath he thought, 'I can't let her sleep here. I know!' Roy carefully stood, being ever so cautious as not to wake her, and quietly picked her up bridle-style, she being surprisingly light. He walked softly to his room and gently layed her down on the white cotton sheets of his bed, tucking her in and looking at her. Her eyelids were shut so contently, her face was tired looking, yet at peace and Roy watched her chest rise and fall with her steady heart beat. Mustang pushed one last strand of hair from Riza's forehead and got up, before he closed the door, his fingers flipped the light off and he whispered,

"Goodnight Riza, sweet dreams."

A/N: Alright Greed! There's your chapter and thank you to everyone who reads! Keep on keepin' on! :) Please RxR!

-HamHam