First off, I know these are just random drabbles and stuff, but if you'd leave a review about them, I'd be very happy. So... PLEASE REVIEW! =D (Yes, this will be on every drabble.)

So, we had finals this week. Yay finals. I passed them, in case you were wondering. But I had to sit in a different classroom every little while for two hours. -.- (1st period: 2 hours; 3rd period: 2 hours; 5th period: an hour for lunch, except today where I stayed there for three hours; and 6th period: two hours (yesterday.)) Now that I've told you what you didn't care to know, what I'm getting to is: I had nothing to do after testing, so I wrote drabbles. I couldn't get my mind around my other stories, so you got drabbles. Inspiration for this: All You Wanted by Michelle Branch. Yes, I get most of my inspiration from songs.

Title: Never Leave (A.K.A: Awww! ={D-insert greater than sign here-, copyright this smiley and alternate title to Susannah, who suggested this be the title the moment she got through reading it.)
Rating: T
Warnings: Lotsa cuteness, slight bit of sadness.

Even if it was after-hours and there was no telling what he'd walk in on, a certain blond alchemist didn't hesitate to shove the door to Roy Mustang's office open as hard as he could. The sight that met him was far from whatever he'd been expecting. There was no leggy blond in a tiny, tight miniskirt perched on his desk, tilting a small glass of whiskey against the general's lips. It was just Roy, turned nearly completely away from the door in the chair behind his desk. The only light came from the moon outside the window. The pale rays glinted off the crystal glass, only about half full of amber-brown liquid, and the tears on his cheeks.

"R-Roy?" he stuttered, the only sound in the otherwise dead-quiet room.

"What do you want, Fullmetal?" It wasn't Roy's voice; it couldn't be. It was too weak; too rough and defeated. But it was, and it made Edward suddenly feel cold; worry and fear tainted the blood racing through his veins, too fast now that his heart had sped up.

"My... I c-came... Are you alright?" he asked, worry flooding his voice as well. The report under his arm was forgotten as he stepped forward. He got as far as the front of the desk- even dropped the folder on it so that it wasn't in his way- before the older man finally looked at him. Those dark eyes were so, so sad; Ed's heart ached in his chest at the look.

"Just do what you came to do and get out." There was no bite to the words. They were flat and slow, as if it was a challenge to form them. But the blond just frowned and moved a bit closer.

"Not until you tell me what's wrong." he replied stubbornly.

"Just get ou-"

"No!" Then, he did something he never thought he'd do: The Fullmetal Alchemist hugged Roy as hard as he could, burying his face into the man's soft, dark hair. The other tensed, but after a few moments, he relaxed a bit, wet cheek resting against Ed's chest. "Roy. Please tell me."

"Why do you care?"

"Because I... I just do!" Ed snapped, not sure of a reason himself. Roy didn't say anything; didn't even make a sound. But he could feel tears, warm and salty, soaking through to his skin.

After standing there like that for many minutes, the older man finally mumbled, "You never left." The blond frowned, stroking his fingers through the long strand of hair at the back of the other's head.

"W-well, I guess I'll g-go then." he mummered, slipping out of his superior's embrace. He only got a couple of steps before strong, thin fingers caught his warm, flesh wrist.

"I never wanted you to leave." Sad black eyes met his own as the dark-haired man breathed the words, and Edward's heart lurched in his chest.

"I'll never leave, then... if you want."