The military brings bad news for the Ice Queen.
Pairing: Olivier/OC(Joseph)
Genre: Angst/Loss.
The woman fell to her knees as the door shut behind the officers, her gripping the edge of her desk for dear life. This was not happening. Not now. Not with the entire world at her finger tips. She finally had everything. She had put up a fair front for most of the day and most of the ordeal. The letter, identifying the body, seeing the officers off.
The tears fell down her cheeks in rivers. Her cold facade started to fracture as she choked back the sobs. It hadn't even been a year since she said 'I do' with him. The paperwork to change her name hadn't even gone through the military office yet.
He couldn't be dead. He was too strong; he had too much to lose. The old man was too much for anyone to take down…
Olivier's hand slipped from the desk and fell into her lap, her simple silver wedding band glaring up at her. Had she even said that she loved him before he left? The memories they shared flooded through her mind.
She would never get to see the fire in his red eyes when they play fought with one another. She would never get to move his black hair from his face when he slept beside her. The Northern General would never feel his arms wrapped around her and the stark contrast between his flesh arm and automail. They would never stand side by side and rule Amestris like they wanted. She would never hear his booming laugh when he held their son…
Her heart clenched in pain as the thought of their son not having a memory of his father. Joseph would never see Solf's first steps or hear his first words. He would never get the chance to teach his alchemy to him. She never said it, but she didn't know if she could handle raising their child without him there. She wasn't cut out for being a parent, but the two of them together hadn't done a terrible job.
But all of that was over. Her husband lay on a metal slab beneath Briggs, as cold as the air outside. Slain by some rouge soldier with a grudge. Her entire body seized up with a sob. Coming to her feet, she used the sleeve of her uniform to wipe her face. She was numb, emotionally and physically. She wanted her entire brain to shut off. Just stop the memories, stop the pain, and stop everything.
A soft whimper from the crib beside her office reminded her that she wasn't the only one in the room. It reminded her that as badly as she wanted to shatter on the ground that she had to stand strong for the baby boy who lay in the crib. Though Joseph was gone, and she didn't know it yet, he gave Olivier Mira Parker more to live for than she had ever imagined.