Hey everyone! Thanks for all the reviews :) Thought I'd update while I had the time, bust over the next few days. I get my A-Level results tomorrow :S Anyways, enough with the life story...Enjoy!!!

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The Doctor's New Orders

Turner and I were sat in the living room one Sunday morning chatting about things we would need for the baby. She was also giving me some advice on what to name it. I already had an idea on what to call him however I wanted to see if Mustang had any better ideas on what to call him. Fritz was also sat in the living room listening in on our conversation even though he was reading. He couldn't focus on what he was reading. Mustang did the exact same thing as him when he couldn't concentrate. Fritz kept sighing and rubbing his eyes.

"What do you think?" I suddenly asked him.

"I'm a doctor, I have no advice on what to do to the thing after it's out of you," he muttered in reply. Turner laughed at him.

"Can't you concentrate?" I asked.

"Nope," he said shutting his book, "I'm a little on edge because our new boss is coming to visit us one of these days however the Fuhrer's secretary didn't give me an exact date when they would be popping in."

"Bummer," Turner said, "Well at least we're all prepared when ever they come."

"You have nothing to worry about," Fritz said glumly, "You're a psychologist who has expert knowledge on how to keep people unstressed. Look at Miss Riza, she's practically glowing all the time because she's in such a good mood. My work is much harder. I'm guessing most of the time and my results will only be shown when the damn kid is born."

"You're too harsh on yourself," Turner snapped, "Riza is only glowing because she's in good health. That's your achievement not mine."

"You're both doing excellent jobs," I said, "If it weren't for both of you I wouldn't be so happy or healthy. Neither would my baby."

"What are you going to call your baby then, Riza?" Turner asked suddenly. I laughed slightly.

"I'm not sure yet because I want to talk to Mustang first," I said. Fritz smiled.

"I doubt he would have very little to say," he said, "Mustang has no inkling to help you out with this kid so why ask him."

"Mustang will be bothered about the son of his closest friend and ally," Turner said in a matter of fact tone, "Even if he doesn't want to play father to it. Who knows, he might want to do that."

"He is the father you know," I said with a sigh. They both looked at me.

"He is?" they asked.

"But I thought this was a baby made from Alchemy?" Turner asked.

"The transmutation circle on my back was made up of mine and his blood so technically it is his DNA," I explained. Fritz rubbed his chin. "He's the biological father of this baby."

"I still doubt he'd want anything to do with it," Fritz said stubbornly, "He's a State Alchemist. He only wants one thing. More power."

"Now that's not nice," Turner snapped, "What do you want to call him, Riza?"

"Kitchener," I said sheepishly.

"Kitchener?" Turner asked. Fritz looked confused too.

"It was my father's name," I explained, "Since it's his…Alchemy that made this baby then I thought it was only fitting that he should have that name."

"Makes sense," Fritz said.

"Any middle names?" Turner asked.

"Kitchener Roy Hawkeye," I said finally feeling a little embarrassed, "Roy because Mustang has always been there for me no matter what."

"That's suitable," Fritz said, "Chances are this kid is going to be an Alchemist so might as well name him after two."

"It's a very nice name dear," Turner said.

I smiled but the moment was soon cut short. The door of the living room swung open with such force it fell off the hinges. Fritz and Turner stood up immediately. I reach for my holster only to realise I hadn't worn them in two months. I sighed. There was a man in the door way. He was a pale sick looking man. He was tall and wore the usual military uniform. His black hair was swept backwards. He was smiling at us. He gazed round the room, his eyes automatically settling on me. I felt uncomfortable under his gaze but I wouldn't let it show.

"Who the hell are you?" Fritz asked.

"Archer," the stranger said, "Colonel Frank Archer."

"Oh," Turner said, suddenly very flustered, "We're so very sorry sir. We didn't know who was taking over from General Grand or when you would show."

"It doesn't matter," he walked forwards so he was stood in front of me. His eyes were looking right into mine and then they travelled down my body to my stomach. I instantly put my hand over my stomach as some sort of protection even though he wasn't doing anything. "So, you're Riza Hawkeye?"

"I am," I said.

"Colonel Mustang's dog on a leash," he said. I growled at him. I stood up quickly but he pushed me back down into my seat with one hand. "I'm sorry to tell you, honey, but while I'm here you'll be doing exactly as I say."

"Doubtful," I said, "I'm not military anymore."

"Yes, well," he said drawing out his side arm and pointing it at my arm, "Have you ever taken a bullet?"

"No," I replied.

"Well, let's keep it that way," he said. The threat was evident in his tone. I glared at him as he turned to Turner and Fritz. He didn't put his side arm away. "That goes for both of you too."

"Yes, sir," both of them replied. Turner looked across at me to make sure I was alright. I was fine apart from wanting to shoot this guy myself. However he was the one with the gun. I slowly got to my feet again. Archer looked at me.

"I thought I told you to sit," he snapped.

"I need the toilet," I said as I walked past him. He grabbed my hand abruptly stopping me. He put his gun back in its holster.

"I really would like to tell you some more about the changes that will be happening around here," he said.

"You know that push you just did then, Archer?" I asked. He nodded. "Well it's made me feel sick so if you don't mind. The quicker I throw it up the quicker I'll be down here listening to you."

He let go of my hand and I walked calmly to the downstairs toilet. I bent over the basin. I didn't need this at this moment in time. I felt like a coward running away from the battlefield. I shuddered as I threw up the contents of my stomach. I was use to it by now. It didn't bother me too much. I wiped my mouth with my sleeve. I knew what I was dealing with. Archer was one of those officers who thought he could run the show by fear alone, but it took me a lot to fear someone. Ishval had taught me that. I washed up the mess I had made, then my hands and face before returning to the living room.

Turner and Fritz were sat on the sofa while Archer was stood in front of them. He was talking. I decided to knock on the door before entering. He glanced at me.

"Go to your room," he ordered, "I'll talk to you when I'm done here."

I turned and rushed upstairs knowing that those eyes were on me. I ran into my room closing the door behind me, panting slightly. I needed a phone to call Mustang. Damn it for being downstairs.

I glanced up to see Hayate pacing towards me, his tail wagging weakly side to side. I smiled at him. I walked to my bed and he jumped up beside me. I suppose all I had to do was wait. There was an unfinished letter on my bed side table to Fuery, I picked it up and decided I might as well pass the time well.

Anyway, I was talking to Anne yesterday, a shop keeper in town. She says that her daughter, Rachel, seemed to prefer woollen blankets rather than those new synthetic ones. I heard the same thing from the lady who sells fruit, Chelsea I think her name is. She's got a baby around three months old now. I see her often since Turner walks with me into town. I think they call her Hannah but I'm not sure.

Carmichael says everything seems to be alright with the baby. He keeps yapping on about his new girlfriend, Eugene. He's worse than Havoc with girls I swear. He keeps saying 'Now Riza when you have to cut back on them snacks. They're not very good for the baby.' I'm sure I'll be fine. Fritz monitors my diet very carefully.

Come to think about it, I need some more melons. I'll walk down to the fruit shop. Hopefully I'll see Hannah again. She's so cute. I hope my baby will be that cute when he's born. I wish I was having a girl, though. I've got some interesting names if it was a girl: Eleanor, Lucinda or Peony. I would really like a little girl with one of those names.

Any way I hope all is well at the office. Make sure the Colonel keeps busy.

Riza

I stopped and put my pen down, just as Archer walked into the room.

"You don't knock?" I asked, "Maybe it's a good thing I decided not to get changed."

"Like I was saying downstairs," he began but he suddenly looked down at the letter. He picked it up and quickly scanned over it. "How often did you talk to your old colleagues?"

"As often as I could," I replied.

"It won't happen again," he said, "This will be your last letter to them. It's best not to clutter up military post."

"I send it to Fuery at home," I said.

"Fritz will tell you of all the changes I have mentioned," Archer said, "I hope they will not cause you much…discomfort."

"I'm sure they won't," I replied. Then it hit me. "What about Turner?"

"What about her?" Archer asked.

"Why won't she tell me?" I asked.

"She's…Returning to Central with me," he said, "She's been living a life of luxury here. It's not good at all."

"That's too bad," I said feeling a pang of sadness in my heart. I was loosing a good friend.

"Another thing," Archer said, "Since you are unmarried when you have the baby it will be adopted by someone who can look after it."

My heart stopped for a split second. I gazed upwards at him.

"No," I said, "You can't take him away from me!"

"That's the law," Archer said, "Any parent seen as unfit to look after a child will simply have the child took off of them. You have no job, Miss Hawkeye, therefore you cannot look after your child."

"That's unreasonable!" I yelled.

"Mrs Tuner thought so too but she was easily persuaded to see things differently," he said, nudging his gun.

"You shot her?" I asked, "I didn't hear you."

"It's a new piece of technology," Archer said, "A gun that muffles the sound of a shot."

"You monster!" I screamed, "She was a kind old lady. She had a reason to not agree with you because she would know I would never let a monster like you take my son away from me!"

Archer pulled out his gun and shot it. It didn't make a noise but I felt the sudden burning pain in my right arm. I grimaced and slid off the bed onto the floor, failing to keep the tears falling down my cheeks. I would never let him take my son. Hayate started to bark at Archer.

"Let that be a warning, Miss Hawkeye," Archer spat. I glared up at him. He stepped back not expecting me to fight back.

"When Colonel Mustang hears about this then the only one who should be warned will be you!" I shouted, "He'll burn you into ashes before he lets you take my son away from me! Or if he can't do that then he'll simply send me a gun so I can do the dirty work myself."

"Defiant to the last," Archer said. He put his gun away. "Mustang can't help you now. He has his own problems."

He left the room. I sat on the floor crying at first until a sudden rage made me scream and hit the floor. I hated that man. I would see him burn one way or another…

Hopefully I'll update in a few days time :) seeya. RS x