Difficult

Chapter 7

Riza Hawkeye sat, for the first time in her life, nervously. What she was about to do was bad, so bad that if anyone found out, she may be expelled from the military, convicted of crimes and perhaps even shunned by her beloved grandfather. Her icy cold, stoic demeanor melted away into apprehension at the thought; her only family, shunning her like her father had in her younger days. It was as if her pounding heart brought body heat too hot to keep her cold front. As the doctor came in, her perfectly straight posture went straighter, stiffened and tensed at the spot.

"What would you like from me today, Ms. Hawkeye?" Dr. Hoppes asked with an upbeat grin.

"I need you to change some medical records."

"Do you realize how serious of a crime that is, Ms? You can get convicted just for just suggesting such an idea."

"I am fully aware of the consequences, doctor. But this is something I need to do. I can pay you enough to buy a car, do something you've always wanted to do, retire even; so please just do it. I have good reasons," she said with a straight face, but eyes pleading. Although my reasons are selfish and not exactly what most people would call good but a good reason to me should suffice as far as he knows, she thought smugly and yet also feeling a pang of guilt at the same time.
The doctor had reluctantly agreed.

The men from each office were all called to the hospital the following day to discuss the progressing health of Roy. Each filed in casually, yet with a professional air. When the doctor went into technical-medical language the group dazed into their own thoughts with only Feury listening to the doctor's lies.

"I don't think anyone understands what you're saying, doc," Breda said, cutting the doctor off at mid point.

"Very well," replied the doctor as he continued, "The General here has suffered cranial trauma more severe than we thought. Judging by the X-rays, it may be possible that he is going crazy. Everything he had said in the past 48 hours should be discarded immediately."

Everyone looked with concerned faces to the peacefully sleeping Roy Mustang. The men just couldn't believe it. Their fearless General was crazy? The infamous Flame Alchemist, Hero of Ishval, Amestris' Most Infamous Playboy, crazy! It was just unbelievable.

"There must be some mistake, . He can't be crazy!" Havoc bellowed.

"And why can't he? He may be strong, but he's still human, no matter his strength!" the doctor countered, getting annoyed at the outburst.

Roy started to stir until he woke up. Everyone from the previous day surrounded him; the doctor, the strange but kind men and his now ex girlfriend. He was a bit overwhelmed by the depressing aura around him.

"What's wrong?" he asks.

"You're crazy."

Roy was unsure of who said that, but at the moment, he didn't care, "Excuse me? I'm what? Crazy? That's impossible!"

The doctor cleared his throat before he spoke up, "You have severe cranial damage due to the impact of the car to your body. You cannot be fully diagnosed as of yet, but I am almost certain of this."

"But I'm not! I'll prove it. Ask me anything and if it seems remotely crazy, I'll admit I'm crazy."

"Where are you from?"

"Sunflower Valley(1)," Roy responded confidently.

"There is no town called Sunflower Valley in Amestris," the doctor said.

"Yes there is! Its south of Castles and West Rims. It's a remote town near East city," by now, Roy can even admit he sounded crazy.

"…"

"Fine. Diagnose me, whatever," he pouted.

He was discharged three days later, requested that he rest and have someone watch over him for at least a month. Havoc volunteered, two things racing in his mind; his concern for superior and his curiosity for his past, because honestly, Havoc didn't buy the whole crazy act. He believed that Roy was telling the truth. Hawkeye gave him directions to Roy's place and drove there after he packed some clothes and other necessities.

After a few days of caretaking, Havoc gets so fed up with Roy's depressing-ness that he decides to talk to him (and get some answers as well).

"So um, Roy, why are you so down?"

"Why do you think? Everyone says I'm crazy, I just found out that the love of my life is no longer with me and there's nothing to do in this Godforsaken apartment!"

"What happened between you two?" Havoc inquired.

"All I know is that nothing went the way I planned. I expected to be married by now, have a couple of kids, do something that bettered my country, but look at me, I serve the military, I go around chasing women I don't even like and I live in a pigsty with nothing to do in it!" By now, all Roy wanted to do was wake up and see that this was all a dream, but he couldn't. Nothing had gone the way he'd hoped and he was furious at himself for that. So engrossed in his self loathing thoughts, he didn't even hear Havoc say something about his past girlfriend and how he messed everything up as well.

"Well, you're going back to work in like a month, right? We should prepare," Havoc suggested with a beaming smile.

Wow was his first thought. As Roy Mustang stepped into Central Command for the first time (as far as he knows) and also wondered how the home of destruction could be so beautiful. But before he could really think much of it, he had a strange flash of memories of when he first came here.

A group of blue dressed men with woman walked into the front foyer of Central Command, they would start working here today. It was a change from the east, but they didn't mind.

"This place is amazing" Fuery exclaimed.

"It's not East city, that's for sure," Roy said.

They all went into the office and decided they'd like it here.

The feeling of rushed memory into your head was strange to him; it felt strange to remember things that he didn't even know he experienced.

As the two men walked in they received a strange look from a man with round eyeglasses. The man was the Officer in charge of discharging other officers. He walked over to them, blocking their path.

"Mustang, why are you here?" the strange man asked with an arched eyebrow.

"I'm here for work."

"Didn't you get your letter? Due to your mental health, you have been discharged from the military," the man said rather coldly.

"…"

No man could speak. They just stood there and for some reason he could not pinpoint, Roy was devastated.

News travelled fast of the General's discharge, but it had reached Hawkeye until everyone else knew. Oh no she thought. It was all her fault. She should fix this, but how? If she told the higher ups of her deeds, she wouldn't be able to help Mustang if they ever let him back in. She was torn; she couldn't let him suffer for this. She would confess, tonight if possible.

"Colonel Hawkeye, you've done an awful deed, but your skills are too valuable to this military to simply let you go, and I do not say this because you are the Fuhrer's granddaughter either. You shall be given a warning and six months without pay," the pardoning General Haruko stated. (A/N: I don't know who is higher than her but not the Fuhrer so forgive me if this is not the most accurate)

"Thank you, sir, but what about the General?"

"He may come back to work when his memory returns."

(1): Roy is saying where he studied his alchemy because he lived there for a long time with Riza. And if you didn't know, Sunflower Valley is the town Bob the Builder is from XP lol.

Also, the ages are different too (and sorry for not mentioning this sooner):

Hawkeye: 25

Mustang: 27

Havoc: 27

Breda: 26

Fuery: 23

(A/N: I'm sorry this is all I can write. I know what will happen next, but I will just end it here for this time X| Thank you guys also for still reading! And SPOILER ALERT! Roy will find out what Riza meant in chapter 4/5 (I actually intended the surprise for this chapter but I couldn't fit it in) in the next chapter and I apologize still, for having not very good writing :P and ps. I know some people are a bit ooc and the story's getting kind of weird but I hope you enjoyed it so far :D R&R