I hope you enjoy this. I felt a little mean just putting a short chapter on so here you go.

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Hostel

Since deciding the best thing to do was to go along with whatever Grand said I had also decided to make his life hell. The restraints on my emotions seemingly disappeared, more so than when I was working with the guys. I had no real reason to hold back and Grand annoyed me.

The house that the Fuhrer had assigned to us was out West, half way between the Western Headquarters and Central in a small town of Gainor. The house was built back in the last century and had all the features of an old house. There was a sweeping staircase in the hallway that led to a balcony before the hallway started on the second floor. The kitchen was to one side on the ground floor while the longue area was to the other. It was decorated in the style of an old house. The colour scheme was mostly blues and greys which made the house seem very dull and miserable. Exactly how I felt in my current condition.

Grand, luckily, didn't stay with us all that long before going back to Central where he belonged. Instead I was dumped on a Military doctor called Bjorn Fritz who was supposed to have some sort of knowledge into my condition. What I would give to talk to someone who had been in my situation.

Bjorn, as he liked to be called, was a quirky alchemist doctor who had been enrolled in the military at a reasonably young age. He was full of energy which seemed out of character for his job but was a pleasant relief from the dull nature of my life. We didn't talk very much. He lived at one side of the house while I lived at the other side. The only time we met was when I had an appointment, never any other time.

My constant companion was Black Hayate who was allowed to come with me. I would take him for walks round the town and round the garden whenever I got the chance. We both hated to be kept inside all day. At night he would snuggle down at the end of my bed making sure that no one came into the room.

I received a few letters from the guys. Even though they came irregularly I would read them for weeks and weeks until the next one came. Each one held a little bit of my sanity which was very little if I was relying on those four.

The last letter I had received had gone like this:

Dear Hawkeye,

Everything has calmed down, finally, and we're back on top of the work. The Colonel's new assistant arrived yesterday morning. She's a quiet woman who doesn't look like much. She isn't in the military but works in the bureaucracy. Colonel Mustang hates her, he won't admit it but you can tell. After years of having you around I guess he's not going to warm up to someone new straight away. He's almost flamed her twice.

Hughes' phone calls have returned which is probably the only source of amusement we get around here, mostly because Miss Abigail (the new assistant) starts mouthing off to the Colonel until he puts down the phone. She's one of those who likes it done by the book. We're worked to the bone now. It seems only the Colonel who dares stand up to her seeing as he is our commanding officer and her boss but she acts like she's the one in charge (hence why she's almost been flamed so many times).

The Colonel won't admit how much he misses you, but we can all tell he does. He says more and more every day how he wishes you were here with us. He says it was much more fun when you were around. Even General Grumman, who had very little to do with you, comes into the office every lunch time looking quite depressed. He feels awful for letting Grand drag you away like he did, although he's quite impressed by the way you handled him. They play chess now while Miss Abigail yells at them to get on with work. I must admit it is quite amusing.

We were called out to investigate the disappearance of some livestock the other week. The Colonel decided to only put myself and Breda on the task because he didn't think it was much use. He's really annoyed at the moment. Miss Abigail sends us on missions which don't really fall into our job descriptions. She assigned Havoc and Falman to another problem a few days ago where two local bar owners were arguing over customers. It was quite bad I think because the two had started fighting in the middle of the street. The Colonel wasn't too impressed by this either but he had no other choice but to send them.

I hope you and Black Hayate have settled into your new home. We should be getting some leave soon so we might pop to visit you or at least pop into Central to get you something nice. The Colonel is itching to come and see you although we don't know why. He's been researching quite heavily how you're (a few crossed out words later) expecting. He seems to be quite tired although Havoc has suggested that he and Miss Abigail are sleeping together, but then again, the Colonel has more taste than her. Besides he's still worrying about you and Havoc has a dirty mind.

We all hope to see you soon, but we'll phone first before we pop in. Please write back soon and if you need anything don't hesitate to ask.

It was signed by all of them apart from the Colonel. I sighed as a read over the letter again. Trust Mustang to sink his teeth into the nearest woman after I left, but then again I had to take Fuery's point, Havoc did like to fantasize. I sat back in my chair as I thought about writing back. I often wondered if Mustang knew about these letters or if he read the ones I sent. I decided not to dwell on those thoughts.

Dear guys,

I'm sure everything Miss Abigail is making you do is perfectly fine. I'm settled now although I doubt I'll ever get used to the doctor seeing me every day. He's a weird guy who tells the worse jokes, even worse than the clerk in finance. I'm getting pretty bored of sitting around doing nothing all day and would be thankful for some company. Please call before you drop in, I never know when Grand is going to show up and I doubt he'd like me seeing all of you.

At the minute I've put on a few more pounds but the doctor has also put me on a tight diet. It's not really that good and he refuses to allow me to eat junk which means most of my cravings are ignored.

The door of my room swung open. Doctor Fritz was staring at me. At first I thought that I had missed my appointment with him but I noticed he was holding a book in his hands. He seemed to be shaking slightly. He slumped to the floor.

"It's all too much," he stated quietly, "I just can't understand it at all."

I got to my feet and slowly walked towards him.

"How can you create life through alchemy? How can you create something that is impossible? How can you by pass every law to create something?" he murmured.

"What have you found out?" I demanded. He shook his head.

"I don't know," he said, "It doesn't make sense. It just seems to have appeared. Whoever did this to you had a lot of knowledge of forbidden alchemy. It seems they targeted you for a reason however I don't know why. They had to be close to you."

"What are you talking about?" I asked. He looked at me dead in the eye. I felt a little uncomfortable as he did so.

"Have you got any marks on your body that look like tattoos?" he asked. I was reluctant to reply but I soon gave in after that look in his eyes. He was desperate.

"I have," I replied slowly, "However I had an accident in Ishval which destroyed them."

"Then how this happen?" he asked. I smiled at him.

"My father put these marks on my back but I never saw them," I said, "But he once took on a student who should be able to help you…"

***

I was sat outside in the morning glancing at some flowers in the back garden. I had just finished my appointment with Carmichael. He was happy at my development however he was a bit cautious about my diet. He was going to try and modify it a little. Black Hayate was in the house sleeping. He had become such a lazy dog.

"You know, you're more scheming when you're pregnant than any other time," came a voice behind me. I slowly turned to see Mustang stood with his hands in his pockets, a small grin on his face.

"Colonel?" I asked as I stood up. He immediately looked down at my stomach.

"You seem well," he said. I laughed and took a few steps towards him. He pulled me into a hug. "I've missed you so much."

"Me too, sir," I agreed.

"So," he said pulling away from me, "Why was I called here?"

"Fritz needs your help," I explained, "He thinks that my father's secrets have something to do with my pregnancy, but he doesn't seem to know how or why."

"That's what I thought too," Mustang said. He put his chin in his hand.

"Fuery said you had been researching this," I said, "That's why I decided to mention you. I knew you could only get so far without seeing me so this was probably the best step forward."

"Thinking as usual," Mustang mused. He relaxed. We strolled back into the house. Mustang glanced at me. "I need to see your tattoos."

"Fine," I said. I smiled at him as he hurriedly looked away from me as he realised what showing him would mean. It was almost like the first time I had showed him my father's secrets. He was too embarrassed to look at me for days afterwards. I found that I was laughing at myself.

"What's the matter?" Mustang asked in an agitated way.

"Nothing," I said, "I hear you've got a new assistant."

"Oh yeah, she's great," he remarked. His voice was caked in sarcasm. "She's so…efficient."

"Efficient?"

"Yeah, efficient."

"Havoc says you're sleeping with her," That made the Colonel stop dead in his footsteps. He shuddered.

"Never in a thousand years," he said after a minute or two. It was obvious that he despised the woman. I looked at him trying to read if that was true or not. He was telling the truth. He hated her.

"That's what I thought," I went on, "You know what Havoc is like."

"Yeah," Mustang said. He seemed suddenly depressed.

"What's wrong, sir?" I asked.

"Why does everyone think I sleep with any woman I see?" he asked.

"You give that impression," I replied almost coldly.

"Do I?" he said with a smirk, "I don't mean to."

"Yes you do," I said, "Men use women as a mark of their masculinity. How many they sleep with earns them extra brownie points."

Mustang smiled weakly at me. "You have a very low expectation of men, Hawkeye."

"I know," I replied, "It's so that I don't get disappointed when they screw things up."

We both laughed at what I had said. The Colonel put his arm round my shoulder and walked with me into the house. It was weird because it felt like we had been friends for years. Even though we had we never acted like this. Now it just felt comfortable how he was talking to me and acting around me. This is probably just what the doctor ordered.

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