As promised, the tenth chapter is up :) I finally put this story in a folder wher i can see it :) Anyways, enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own FMA.

Chapter Ten – Lela Hawkeye

Havoc turned to his right to talk to Breda.

"He's a big bloke," he muttered. Breda nodded.

"I thought we were dealing with bandits not giants," Breda agreed. The guy on the roof was stood tall and haughty as his eyes swept over the small group of soldiers. Something caught his eye. There was only one of them holding a gun up at him. Did he scare all of them that much? He looked at the soldier holding the gun up. He laughed.

"Why doesn't it surprise me that the only one pointing a gun at me is a woman?" he laughed. His laughter cut through the air like a knife. Suddenly the other soldiers got out their guns and raised them at the target. "Hey, you're sort of hot there, Blondie. How about you and I get some dinner."

Havoc looked across at his superior, Lieutenant Hawkeye, to note her expression. She didn't seem bothered by the idiot's words. In fact she seemed as composed as ever. Havoc was glad the Colonel wasn't here to hear what was being said. The Colonel would definitely loose it.

The guy jumped down from the roof making the ground tremble for just a minute.

"Hold it right there!" Hawkeye yelled. The guy stopped and looked at her with a smirk.

"Haven't you got more nerve than your men here," he laughed. He knocked her gun out of her hand easily. She stumbled, shocked that he easily disarmed her. He laughed again. "Sorry, darling, can't have you ruining this for me."

With a swing of his arm he knocked Hawkeye off her feet into the wall. She hit it with a dull thud. She glanced down. There was a pole sticking out of her stomach.

"Hawkeye!" Havoc yelled. The guy raised Hawkeye's gun at him. He clicked safety off and THUD. The gun dropped to the floor.

"What the -?" the guy looked around, realising he'd been knocked to the floor. In front of him was a little girl with long black hair. She was frowning but not at him, rather at the soldiers behind her. He recognised that little girl as she turned her sights back on him. It was the same one that shot him here in the first place. "You again."

"Yes, me again," she replied with a smile, "And this time you're going to feel a little twinge."

The guy launched a fist at her but she carefully stepped out of the way making him crash into the crowd of soldiers behind her. The guy was up on his feet quickly. He threw another fist but she caught it with her hands. He looked down at her hands. She was wearing gloves. He looked at her.

"I'm sorry about this, but you brought it on yourself," she said.

A moment later there was a flash of light and a dull bang. The girl was splattered in blood as the guy began to scream in agony. He dropped to the floor screaming, clutching a stump of an arm. The girl looked at him for a minute in pity before rushing over to Hawkeye.

"Hey," she said, "Listen. Come on look at me."

Hawkeye opened her eyes slowly looking at the girl.

"Lee?" she muttered before closing her eyes again. Rosalie panicked.

"Riza? Riza? Hold on, please hold on," Rosalie said. She carefully reached behind Hawkeye putting her hand on the pole. There was another bang and the pole snapped. Rosalie turned to the other soldiers. "Are you all idiots? Ambulance! Now!"

"There's already one coming," said Havoc, "Just leave her and come with us now."

Rosalie stood up and glared at him.

"Listen, Chimney," she snapped glancing at the cigarette in his mouth, "I'm the only family she'd got so you best leave me here other wise she will die."

"She's going to be fine," Havoc cooed trying to calm her down, "Don't worry."

Rosalie glanced down at Hawkeye.

"She's allergic to Morphine," she stated, "Her blood type is A positive. Who else would know that?"

Havoc stopped talking stunned for words.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Lela Hawkeye," Rosalie lied. Havoc sighed.

"OK then," Havoc said, "Wait here."

-X-

"Colonel!" Ed yelled as he saw the familiar sight of Colonel Mustang walking with Warrant Officer Falman walking behind him. Mustang turned.

"Fullmetal, Leo, Al," he greeted as all three teens slowed to stop, "What trouble have you landed us in this time?"

"It's not our fault," Leo chorused.

"Yeah," Ed agreed, "We were attacked by those bandits on the train when we were doing nothing wrong at all!"

"It was all –" Leo began but the conversation soon stopped as Havoc came running towards them panting heavily.

"Havoc?" Falman said stepping forwards to steady his comrade. Havoc rested a hand on Falman's shoulder as he inhaled deeply a few times. "You should really stop smoking, sir, it's not good for your health."

"Sorry... Colonel..." Havoc said between deep breaths, "Hawkeye's... been badly...hurt...but we've... got her... to the... hos...pital and... her... sister's... with her."

"Sister?" Mustang asked.

"I didn't realise she had a sister," Leo said. Mustang marched off.

"Falman, let's go!" he roared. Falman made sure Havoc could stand on his own before he went rushing off with the Colonel.

"Poor Hawkeye," Ed said, "What happened?"

"One of the bandits," Havoc said, "He pushed her into a pole."

"And she got a bump on the back of her head?" Leo asked sounding quite worried.

"No," Havoc said, "The pole went straight through her. It was sticking out of a wall."

Leo cringed. He looked in the direction that Roy had walked off in.

"We should go back to the office and do something useful," Leo said, "It's the best thing we can do."

"Yeah," Al agreed, "We shouldn't crowd the hospital."

"We need to find Rosalie," Ed said.

"Rosalie?" Havoc asked, "Who's that? Some girl you found on the train or something, Chief?"

"No, it's not like that!" Ed shouted growing red in the cheeks.

-X-

Mustang walked hurriedly through the halls of the hospital following the nurse's instructions with Falman shortly behind him. He paused at the room 361, the room the nurse had said Hawkeye would return to after her operation. He slowly turned the handle of the room and walked in. Breda was sat on a chair reading a magazine. He glanced up as the Colonel entered.

"How is she?" was the Colonel's first question.

"She's in the operating theatre," Breda explained, "Luckily we didn't remove the bar otherwise she would have bled to death."

"Where's this sister of hers?" Mustang asked. Breda pointed to the seat next to the door. Rosalie was sat with her head hung low. She was caressing her trousers like she couldn't do anything else. Mustang sighed.

"Sir," Falman muttered, "I thought you said she had no sister."

"She said she was," Breda replied, "She said her name was Lela Hawkeye. She appeared right when we needed her too."

Mustang went down on his knees. He cupped the young girl's chin to make her look at him. She resisted at first but then she allowed him to raise her head. She stared into his onyx eyes as he stared into her midnight blue eyes. For a minute nothing was said or done until Rosalie threw herself into her older brother's arms and began weeping furiously.

"They know each other?" Breda asked Falman.

"Apparently," Falman replied. They continued to watch the Colonel until he pushed her away gently. He wiped a few tears from her eyes.

"Rosalie," he said softly, "It's OK. You know Riza. She'll be fine."

"But she- she was hurt so bad," Rosalie spluttered. Mustang pulled her back into an embrace, holding her closely.

"Thank you for taking good care of her," he muttered in her ear. For the next few minutes the Colonel sat holding his sister close to him while she continued to sob into the top corner of his jacket.