A/N: The end is coming up, and I'm sorry, but this is a very short chapter. The last chapter can get kind of romantic and possibly a bit too sappy when compared to the rest of the story, but hey, I'm a romance writer and I have kept the romance out of it so far. I hope you enjoy and I'll be posting the finaly chapter tomorrow or the next day. Reviews are always appreciated and thanks for reading.

Chapter Seven

Havoc entered Mustang's office with his arm around Sheska. Falman, Breda, and Fury were already there.

"Hey guys, what's up?" Havoc asked happily.

Falman jumped up immediately, "Nothing happened!"

Silence.

"Um…what do you mean?" Havoc said, having forgotten about that morning.

Falman nearly punched him, "What do you mean, what do I mean? This morning? I remembered and nothing happened. I just thought that your room was mine, since the door opened easily enough. I didn't even know there was anyone else there."

"Well, I was hardly paying attention to lock up with Sheska grabbing at me." Havoc said taking a seat. He tried to play off his relief.

"Well, I guess we've solved it. We all remember what had happened and how we woke up the way we did." Fury noted.

"Yeah, and that didn't take all day, like I thought it would." Breda said putting his hands behind his back and leaning so his chair was balanced on two legs.

"I wonder if the Colonel and Hawkeye figured everything out. I mean, wouldn't it be weird if they did end up sleeping together?" Fury said with a chuckle.

"I don't think so. We've all had our suspicions about those two." Havoc said casually.

"I didn't! What do you mean?" Fury asked.

Havoc shrugged, "I don't know. I guess they just always seem so chummy and Hawkeye's the only one of us that can tell the Colonel off without consequences. Plus, she's totally hot when she lets her hair down and—Ouch!" Havoc rubbed at his head and Sheska huffed. "It was just a comment."

"But they've been friends since the Colonel started studying alchemy. They're just close friends." Fury tried to convince himself, not sure how he had missed what the others considered obvious.

Havoc opened his mouth to reply when the Colonel and Hawkeye entered the office, dragging Hughes behind them.

Mustang threw Hughes into a chair and crossed his arms.

"Come on, Roy. I thought we were friends…" Hughes pleaded.

"Oh, we are. But that doesn't mean that I am going to let you get away with this." Mustang said casually.

Everyone looked back and forth between the Colonel and Hughes, "What's going on, sir?" Fury asked.

"Well, it turns out that we were all pawns in Hughes's idea of a sick experiment." Mustang said.

"What?" They said together.

"Not an experiment. It was a field study. I was told to write a report on your team's investigative abilities. It was work." Hughes pleaded.

"But nowhere in that report did it say the subjects were to be drugged and let loose on the city." Mustang retorted. "That's right, men. Our drinks were drugged, and then we were left to our own devices so that we would wake up and not remember a thing. Then he would watch as we each tried to figure out what had happened. This was all a test so Hughes could write a report on our investigative aptitude."

Five pairs of eyes turned on Hughes, glowing with anger. Hughes lifted up his hands defensively. He was frantically trying to think of a way out of his predicament when the door opened.

Hughes groaned.

"Ah, Armstrong, you're just in time." Mustang said happily. He filled Armstrong in and now Hughes was sweating and falling out of his chair.

"Come on, guys. It was nothing personal…"

"I have just peeled my face posing for a newly opening risqué nightclub off of what must have been every flat surface in Central. You have made this very personal indeed, Hughes." Armstrong fumed.

They inched closer, hands raised like claws ready to rip apart prey.

Hughes gulped.

Mustang held up a hand and the advance halted temporarily.

"Before I leave you to your fate, I need you to tell me what happened to me and Hawkeye last night. And I know you know."

"Well you guys danced for most of the time and then you left. My guys lost of track of you two after that. I swear." Hughes said quickly.

Mustang looked straight ahead and his smile was gone. Without a second look he put his hand down.

Six people pounced on Hughes and proceeded to take their revenge. Hughes's screams were muffled by a hand and his pleas were ignored. Mustang turned and walked out of his office, he waited a few seconds then shut the door behind him. He didn't have to look to know that Hawkeye was behind him.

Their memory had returned.