Summary: At the right angle, in a line of sight, one might wonder why he never stopped staring at her for so much as a second.

Theme: 006. Death

Dedication: Georgie and Amy.

Disclaimer: If I owned Full Metal Alchemist, Riza would be Queen. Roy would be the dedicated servant who works for her.

Angles

006. Death

She had never really thought what would happen.

Sure. They had talked about death. Only briefly, but it was still once at least. For both him and her though, once was still one too many times. It had started with Roy thinking up many 'what ifs' which none of them had wanted to think about. Especially her. Roy was not going to die. Not on her watch. She would die for him, if it meant he would not even so much as be injured. She would not even hesitate to think about it either. He was a man who could change the world, and she the loyal right-hand woman by his side at all times. Never once questioning him. Never once stopping to think something they were doing at the time could possibly be wrong. Because Roy was never wrong. Not so much as once.

So as she sat there in the upturned car, glass sprayed across the area it had landed in and the sound of unfamiliar voices crying out in shock and worry she tried to shift her head to look to her left. She had been the one driving. How could she have been so careless? This was not the way it was supposed to end. She had joined the army. She had expected to die in a war, a battle, a plain soldier. Not anybody special. Not an assassination target, because she was not that significant. Not in a desperate suicide, because she would not ever give up. She was Riza Hawkeye. Riza Hawkeye never gave up. She could list one million ways or more she could die, of that she was certain. All because she was in the military. But the thought of a car crash had never so much as crossed her mind.

She closed her eyes, then slowly opened them again softly as she looked at Roy. His eyes were shut, his mouth drooping open slightly as he lay half out of the car window and only just where she could see his face from where she had just managed to release her seatbelt after the screeching as the car came to a grinding halt as it currently was. Upturned. Just maybe, Roy had been worried that something like this might happen. Maybe that was why they had that discussion, even though it was such a long time ago. She could barely even remember it now. Trying to move her hand, she could see it was cut with glass shards that lay around her from the window by her side. She had always thought herself a careful driver, as well. She had never let him drive. She always thought he was too reckless. Well, if that had not come back to bite her in the arm she could have reconsidered one day. From the corner of her one open eye, she saw one of his open in return. Slowly at first. His charcoal eyes soon were startled however, wide and shocked.

"Riza, are we going to die?" He asked in a croak, and she desperately wanted to reassure him. Tell him that everything was alright. Everything was ok. But the lack of formality when he said it gave it all away. No matter what, he knew what was the most likely outcome. It was simple, really. Death had never really scared her, but losing other people had. She reached out her hand in one last desperate movement, barely reaching his. If she could have cried at that moment, she would. But no tears seemed to come.

"Roy, please do not die." She choked out, feeling the blood on his skin mix with her own. He held her hand in return, closing his eyes softly with a bittersweet smile upon his features.

"Riza, I need to tell you I love you. So the same applies to you. But if I do die, you know now. We will not go to the same afterlife, anyway. Heaven is reserved for you, but that is a place I cannot go." She knew he was referring to Ishbal, she knew every word he said was true. But to tell her he loved her now was absolute madness. Not that it mattered. She just needed to get out a few simple words in return.

"Roy, I love you too." She smiled. There came no answer. She was certain why. He had said Heaven was reserved for her, but he was going somewhere else. Personally, she thought that was absolute rubbish. Roy was not a bad person. Everybody made mistakes. Plus, she did not want to go to Heaven if he was not there to share it with her. Then she closed her eye once more, slipping into sweet nothing as she let oblivion overcome her senses.

When the emergency services finally came, they were surprised to find their hands still entwined.

You may be wondering why this is angst so soon after the new year. I am sorry to all the readers out there. But if you look on the BBC website for London, you will see a headline saying 'three dead as bus and car collide'. When you click on it, you will find a story saying 'Police said car driver Joe Wallis, 18, from Plumstead, Georgina Fox, 16, from Eltham, and Amy Curran, 15, from Blackfen, died at the scene'. Now take a look at the dedication again. Both of those girls went to my school, and were in the year above me. Georgie was the cousin of the sister of my brothers friend (confusing, right?) but she was always around the house of her Aunt whenever I was over. She was probably the funniest person I ever met, and very easy to talk to. Even if we did not hit it off right away. She was a great person. I will miss her alot, to say the least.

So R.I.P Georgie and Amy.

Preview for theme seven: They had known the crime they had committed. They had known the punishment. But it had not stopped them. Infact, they had never even considered that they might get caught.