A/N: w00t! an update! ;D beware though, some kissing and stuff in this chappie. no sex, it's rated T. I hope I didn't overdo it. tell me if it's too much for T, I don't think so though but you never know.

now let's get on with it...

Prove Yourself

Chapter 6: First Night at the Hospital

"You okay?" Hughes asked, eying Edward through his glasses. Ed sighed and threw his loosely done braid back in an impatient movement, nodding and crossing his arms across his chest. He concealed a wince with a grimace, mumbling something about stupid questions. Hughes grinned and shrugged before limping slightly towards the door in the room, waving his hand lazily.

"Well then," he said, turning his head a little till he met Ed's glare. "Ciao!"

Edward growled as he fell back into the uncomfortable sickbed he'd been particularly bound to, if the tucking of the covers and sheets around his lower body spoke of anything. Fate was out to get him, that's just it. What else could explain the infection in his wound and the very fact that the bullet missed his metal shoulder? Hughes had been shot too, but no, no infections. The lucky bastard was allowed to go home to his family with a bandage and a few painkillers. But Edward Elric, the Full Metal Alchemist, known for having suffered through many weird and painful wounds, were committed to two days worth of Hospital care because of ONE itsy-bitsy bullet gone through his shoulder. And not just that, he was one room away from the Bastard Colonel. He must've made a deal with fate that little shit (never mind he's actually taller), getting shot like that and scaring the living daylights out of a young blonde who certainly didn't really care. And to have him next door? Edward sighed and tore his eyes away from the closed door to study a white ceiling. At least they weren't in the same room.

Another sigh, otherwise silence filled the clean and white room as seconds ticked by. Had he awoken yet? It's gone several hours. The wounds couldn't have been that bad. Just a bullet in his arm and…stomach. Edward brought the crisp, white covers up to his nose and snuggled into the warmth; closing his eyes with the intent to fall asleep. However, the strange scent stung his senses and he wrinkled his nose in annoyance. Did his sheets smell like this? Or had his scent muted the unnaturally clean and unpleasant odour of these hospital beddings?

"Bastard!" Edward hissed, clenching the covers in his fists before letting out a yelp and letting go abruptly. The pain in his shoulder shot through his body like an electric bolt, making him groan as it slowly faded. Taking a deep breath, he tried to relax his tensed body and chase sleep. There was nothing else he hated more than hospitals, so the best way would be to get it over with quickly. That is, to sleep through most of the time. The doctors had even recommended it, so what harm would it do to obey them for once? Ed grinned as he turned to lay on his side, the unharmed one, and nuzzled his face into the pillow. He growled when his apparently sensitive skin discovered that the fabric wasn't soft and warm, but harsh and itchy. Pressing his face into the offending piece of fabric and possibly hay straws, Edward muffled more than a few curses in order to calm down. No longer air in his lungs, the blonde jerked his head up to gasp for air. Turning to lie on his back again, Edward bared his teeth and glared stubbornly at the ceiling.

Today Edward had been shot, and missed Gracia's dinner.

And he was stuck here, unable to fall asleep.

No wonder, with such uncomfortable bed and sheets.

And on top of that, Edward's mind wouldn't cooperate and stop thinking about the dark-haired man laying on a bed much like Ed's own.

Pulling at his hair in frustration, Edward tried hard to think of something. Anything. As long as it was a solution, then fine. Gritting his teeth, the teen pondered.

The wound would heal, he couldn't turn back time, and he couldn't do anything about the uncomfortable bed. Well, perhaps ignoring it would work. But his demented mind wouldn't let him concentrate. So, he had to take care of that first. But how? Sneaking into the Colonel's room? Snorting at himself, Edward dismissed it. What was left was to stare at the white ceiling until he fell asleep, all the while struggling to keep any inappropriate thoughts away. Glancing around the room, he took in the two unused beds beside him and sighed. Emptiness.

Seconds passed, again, and minutes. More minutes. An hour.

"Fuck!" Edward finally half-screamed, sitting up straight. The sudden movement caused him to grab at his shoulder in pain, wincing and cursing himself under his breath. He was giving up, almost dying out of boredom and a heavy migraine. Fighting off the only things his mind could think up to think of was a real hard task, and he hadn't even succeeded despite his efforts. Side affects: headache and a very impatient Edward.

Not even bothering to ask himself if it were wise to go, he swung his legs over the bed and stood. The floor was cold under his flesh foot, making him shiver as he made his way over to the door. The room had darkened, hinting at the change from day to night, and the lack of the usual commotion proved it was after hours. Well, for this section anyway. So the trip from room 205 to 206 went safe and unnoticed.

Peeking inside, golden eyes darted around a room that looked just like the one whose ceiling they'd explored quite thorough. The exception was a tall, dark-haired man resting on the bed the furthest away from the door. Swallowing, Edward stepped inside. He closed the door behind him, resting against it for a while before walking over to a seemingly asleep Colonel. Cursing himself for being so nervous about nothing, Edward stopped to stand beside the bed; looking down into a pale, handsome face. Fidgeting, he looked around for a chair. None in sight. Why? Biting his lip he slowly and carefully sat down on the bed. He let out a breath he'd been holding when the man before him didn't awake. Leaning over, his golden orbs eyed dark hair, closed eyes, straight nose, soft lips…. Nibbling at his lower lip, Edward remembered the kiss he'd shared with this man. Blushing a light colour of red, he shook his head in a try to get rid of the memories. His eyes still locked at thin lips when he stopped moving, and he caught himself leaning even closer. Giving up, Edward slowly bent down until his parted lips hovered a few inches above the Colonel's. Hot breaths mix, and before he could pull away or kiss him, his eyes opened and blue-grey stared into golden. Startled, Edward didn't dare to move. He stared into the dark eyes, transfixed by the way they gleamed. Ed barely managed to get out a surprised yelp when a warm hand grabbed his neck and pulled him down the last few inches; pressing their lips together in a kiss. A tongue traced his lips, asking for entrance, and he obeyed; parting them. He moaned as he tasted the Colonel, no, Roy. This was Roy, the dazed mind of Edward Elric stated. These intoxicating kisses, burning eyes. Not Bastard Colonel, who seemed to confident in his believes that Edward was still a child.

"Aaahh fuck," Roy announced after breaking away from the quickly deepening and arousing kiss. He couldn't quite believe what he'd done, the fool that he was, and apparently still is. He heard Ed mumble something about "Shut up" before he kissed him again. This wasn't good. In the office he'd been able to push the blonde away, that damned tease, mostly because of…well, the surroundings. But here? No soldiers or officers were near. They were particularly alone, if you didn't count the other patients in this section all the other ones, plus personnel. They wouldn't check up on either him or Edward unless they called, and Roy didn't feel like trying to explain the bruised lips and flushed cheeks, among other more pressing things. It didn't help that Edward was actually crawling up to straddle him were he lay, wounded and all. Not that it hurt, damn those painkillers were good. Too good, if they managed to make him lose control like this (as if a little alcohol wouldn't).

Roy groaned and brought his hands up to rest on narrows hips, lost in the kiss and no longer minding the fact that Edward was awfully close to press his ass against…well, the south of his body. A disappointed and displeased groan left his lips when Ed shifted, somehow causing a wave of pain to go through his body. He'd managed to hit the wound on his stomach, great.

"I'm sorry!" the blonde gasped, breaking away from the kiss to stare into puzzled, dark eyes. Roy smirked, realizing he'd actually heard Edward Elric apologize to hi of all people. The teen caught the smug expression and growled, sitting up straight. This could be seen as a great, or very bad, idea since Edward now had his rear where Roy's mind had foreseen. This caused a great distraction from the previous pain for Roy, but Ed flushed red and began to stutter in a very cute, innocent kind of way; hinting at the fact that he knew very little about this act except for kissing.

"Shit," Roy breathed out, sense returning to his split mind. He began to sit up, ignoring the pain as best as he could, and found himself face to face with the embarrassed blonde. Blinking in surprise, Roy realized Edward hadn't moved more than a bit down his legs. He sighed and gently poked the teen's stomach; urging him to get off. Edward bit his lip, unable to think of anything to say or do as he hurriedly obeyed. Standing by the bed, face red, Edward waited in silence for anything to happen. Should he run for it? Act like nothing had happened?

"What were you doing in my room, Full M---Edward?" Roy asked, stumbling over the title as his mind had an inner conflict. It was all partly his own fault that this had developed to something more than a quick kiss on his lips, and Ed was easily angered. Roy didn't feel like dealing with an angry Full Metal when his painkillers were wearing off and he had another memory to place in the big no-no category.

"I, uuuhh," Edward began, unable to think of an excuse. Telling Roy he just wanted to get him out of his mind was way too embarrassing, and inappropriate, since it sounded like he was a love-sick puppy or something.

"Never mind then," Roy said sighing, scratching his head in thought. Looking over to Ed, his expression turned serious and plain. "I apologize."

Edward tried to suppress a growl, hating the situation. He didn't understand why, but to hear Roy apologizing like that for kissing him hurt. It hurt somewhere, in the chest area. Jaw set, Ed pushed that aside and snorted. He tried to regain his composure, fighting down embarrassment and the urge to bolt out of the room like some child. He could face this; the man had a right to be sorry for being so...so damned annoying!

"Sure? You didn't seem to be sorry before," he snapped, biting his tongue the moment the words left his mouth. Did he have to sound so offended? He wasn't, really.

Roy pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation. This weren't going well, but then again, how could it? The whole situation was bizarre. Here he was, trying to save the little innocence the boy had left, but at the same time violating it. He should've never had allowed Edward close in the first place. Oh he might've done a great and terrific job at putting him down and keeping his ego from bursting at all the attention he'd received, but never had Roy Mustang found himself at ease in someone's company quite like in Edward's. Not counting Hughes, who still made him want to avoid the man if pile of photos were spotted. The point was that it was his own mess, and he should deal with it without whining. He had two solutions. He could give in and risk his feelings for Ed to develop while the boy's crush faded into nothing, or he could stop things now before it got out of hand. Despite his experience with both women and men, Roy had never been one to handle love. Affection and temporary crushes passed, but love and broken hearts scared him. Oh he would get over it, like any other, and he had in the past but…it didn't make it more appealing.

"I wasn't sorry. I enjoyed myself very much, as you might've been able to tell," Roy begun, calm gaze meeting a half-hearted glare. "But, the slip of control is merely the drugs they've been feeding me with. My statement still stands; you are but a child and we can't do this."

That wasn't too hurtful, Roy mused with a quiet sigh of relief. Now, if only Ed wouldn't blow it up…

"I'm NOT a child dammit! I'll prove it to you, you Bastard!!" Edward shouted, fists clenching and golden eyes on fire. Storming out of the room, he left Roy to stare at the swaying door. A loud bang told him that Ed was safely locked inside his room sulking, which did little to improve his mood. Sighing, Roy fell back into the bed. He hissed in pain and lay still for a moment before moving to lie in a more comfortable position.

"You don't understand, do you?" Roy asked the silence, sighing and shaking his head. It wouldn't surprise him if the next few reposts from the Full Metal one would be proper for once, and that the amount of buildings in ruins would lessen. Roy wouldn't mind, but that wasn't the point… The boy just didn't understand.

A/N: well there you have it... XD

why infected wound?

why no chair in room?

well I have the power to do,

so poo on you -grins-

hahaha okay that was really random XD never mind that...

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