Author's Note: Thank you, Shania Twain and Bryan White for giving me inspiration for the last lines in this chapter. And thank you, readers for reading this. Thank you all reviewers for leaving me with such nice reviews, you are being very much appreciated. It is because of all of you I continue this story. No, this is not the end. Enjoy.

Chapter Ten: From This Moment On

Walking out of the room, Ed left Roy alone with Abigail. Everyone had said good luck, but to Ed if felt more like a goodbye. He was scared as hell, and he didn't try to hide it. It wasn't the fact that Roy might die when she examined him that really freaked him out, it was the fact that in a bit he would know if Roy could be saved or not.

"Ed, it will be okay," he had said and kissed him before he left.

"Edward, I love you," had he whispered in his ear, then he had given Ed a soft smile. Trying to comfort him, even though he was the one that needed it.

"Edward, I always will," Roy's eyes had told him when he took a last glance at his dying lover.

He took a sip of his coffee. It was too hot. And it didn't taste good either. Convinced that the hospital was trying to poison him, he let the cup fall to the floor, and watched as the liquid spilled out on the floor. The dark fluid was almost as a mirror, and he could see glimpses of himself in it. He looked terrible. Eyes drawn, hair a mess, dirty clothes. But he didn't have time for a shower now, neither did he have time to sleep. He had to be here. He had to be sure everything went okay. Ready to sue the hospital if something went wrong.

He let out a loud sigh.

"You okay, Edward?" Hawkeye asked and patted his shoulder. Although it felt like he was alone, his brother and Riza was right beside him. The pretty woman tilted her head a bit, trying to catch a glimpse of Edward's face.

"Yeah. I'm fine. Just a bit nervous, that's all."

"I understand," she said and let the matter drop. "How is it that you got hooked up with the General anyway?" He raised his head and looked at her, amused. No one had ever asked him that question. How did he hook up with Roy? Oh. He remembered. He smiled. How could he forget. How could he forget the General's couch, the General's sheets, the General's scent. Where should he begin?

"Oh. That," he said in an amusing voice. He was amazed that he dared to tell someone that. When he told Al he was so embarrassed, but it felt just normal to tell it to Riza. "I was really angry - don't know why -, and I barged into his office. When I came he was asleep on the couch. He was drooling, and then I asked him what he had dreamed since he was drooling. And then suddenly he became very seductive. Telling me he wanted to see me in a miniskirt. We ended up on the couch," said Ed, then looked the other way. "Kissing. But then Hughes came knocking on the door." She laughed. "It didn't take long and he left. And we were on it again. Then you came."

Then it was her turn to look amused. "Me?" she questioned.

"Yeah, you. But then he lied and told you that he had to help me with some research. But of course we did not. We drove to his place. And then …" he closed his mouth before he revealed the beginning of Roy and his sex-life together. "Well. From that day it all started. And here we are." He had expected Riza to get angry because Roy had lied that day to slip out of the office early, but she was glad. She was glad that he had ended up with Edward, cause really, Roy deserved him. If that meant he had to sacrifice some of his paperwork, so be it.

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"Edward, may I talk with you for a sec?" he heard a familiar female voice say, and he opened his eyes and stared straight into Abigail's green eyes. He couldn't read her features. Didn't know if she was sad, happy or relived. That scared him.

"Sure, what is it?" he replied lazily.

"It's about Mr. Mustang… He…" She didn't get to finish.

I guess… even angels fall, he thought, his head fell down in his hands, and very soon salty water left a trail on his blushed cheeks.

"Edward, dear god, would you let me finish?" the woman saidand ruffled his hair. The crying stopped and Ed looked up at her. She half smiled. "Now, what I was going to say, was, Mr. Mustang wants to see you. Go down the hall, then turn left. He's in the first room on the right side.

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He entered the room and Roy was dressing. He had slipped on black, silky pants and was buttoning a purple button-down shirt that Ed though suited him very well. It was comforting to see Roy dress up in casual clothes, and he wasn't surprised when all he wanted was to rip them off. The man was so damn hot.

When he closed the door, Roy looked up and he smiled at him. Not that familiar smirk that had crossed his face so many times in the past. But a brilliant smile that warmed his very soul. He couldn't help but return the favour.

Then Roy cocked an eyebrow at him, still smiling. "What are you waiting for, princess? Come over here and give me a kiss," he offered and licked his lips playfully. Ed forced his feet to move, and yanked the General down for a kiss. A kiss that expressed his love for the older man. A kiss that he would never forget. Both went into it wholeheartedly. The tip of Roy's tongue touched Edward's, which tasted of love only.

Ed let out a moan of disappointment when Roy's mouth left his, but he was forgiven as soon as he spoke. "I promise you this, from this moment, as long as I live, I will love you. You're the reason I believe in love." Ed laid his hands around the man he loved and pressed him close, and Roy nuzzled his hair as he continued. "From this moment life has begun, from this moment you are the one. Right beside you is where I belong."

"Love you, love you, love you…"

To be continued...