Disclaimer: I do not own FMA, no matter how much I wish I would.

A/N: Hi everyone. First, I am so sorry it took me this long, but I wanted this to be perfect… This is the final chapter! Finally, you get to know if she survives…Now I'd love to thank every one of you who supported me and read this story this far. I hope you enjoyed it. Enjoy the last chapter!

Chapter fourteen: The blue thread of hope

Roy pressed the quill pen in his hand carefully on Hawkeye's pale skin. He started by drawing a small circle on her hand. He tried to keep his hand from shaking. If only one little spot was done wrong, it could affect the alchemic reaction and he couldn't risk doing that. So Roy breathed steadily and kept glancing at the papers that were lying on her side. He drew a tiny picture of flower; Hope had said it represented the life, as it was a growing, living thing. The color, blood and blue ink mixed made him remember the violets from her mother's grave all those years ago.

Roy let her go of his embrace, trying not to look at the lonely tear on her cheek. He felt guilty; his words had made her cry. Instead he looked at the gravestone.

"We didn't bring any flowers, did we?"

"No."

"Do you remember her favorite flowers?"

"They were violets, blue violets."

Roy drew an array to the ground and then it was there, a bouquet of blue violets before a grave. He gently put the flowers resting against the white stone.

"Thank you."

He really didn't want to bring those flowers to another grave. Roy shook his head to clear his thoughts. Then he continued, carefully drawing a line after line, filling the circle. He slowly put her hand down and started the harder part. He had to draw the circle to his hand too. It wouldn't be so easy. He focused as hard as he could and drew the circle.

After he had finished drawing the circle it was time to wake Riza up.

"Hawkeye…wake up."

He carefully shook her from her shoulders, making sure that he didn't move her too much, which could have caused her pain. The woman didn't make a move.

"Lieutenant Hawkeye…Riza…wake up."

"Yhnn…"

"Riza."

The blonde slowly opened her amber eyes he loved so. It took awhile before she could focus her gaze, but when she did; her eyes got some shine in them, even a tiny smile got into her face.

"Colonel…you came."

"Off course."

She coughed and when she was about to bring her hand to her face, Roy stopped her by grabbing her wrist. She raised her eyebrows. He just looked at the back of her hand, the circle that wasn't entirely dry yet. Her eyes widened and she looked back at him again.

"I am going to try something. It can save you."

"Alchemy?"

"Yes. I will change some of my living years to make you better."

"Colonel."

Her eyes were looking kind of guilty. He bit his lip. Off course she had to be blaming herself in a time like this…just great. She really didn't seem to understand.

"I can't accept that. I'm supposed to guard your life, not make it shorter."

"If you die, it will be ten times shorter than it would be like this. I will be dead right after your funeral."

"No!"

Her face had a look of pure horror. Then the expression was angry.

"Don't you dare…say that again…Mustang."

She hissed.

"I have not been protecting…you all these years…just to see you dying…because of one subordinate."

"How can you say that?"

Roy suddenly felt angry himself. Did she really think that was all he thought she was to him?

"It is the truth. Even if I'm dead, you have no permission to die! If I died, you…should continue to get your dream…I'm not your…only subordinate!"

"No, you're not. But you're the only one I love."

She blinked her eyes and opened her mouth slightly.

"Excuse me, Sir?"

"I love you. And that's why I'm not going to let you die, even if it cost my own life."

His onyx eyes were serious and his voice filled with emotion. He had just done the one thing no one had managed to do before. He had made Riza Hawkeye lost her calm features. She stared at his face, wondering if she really had heard him right, if this really wasn't just one of those dreams she had been seeing a moment ago. But it really had happened: Roy Mustang had confessed her.

"Colonel…"

"And, you know, it is ok, if you don't feel the same way, but even then, I won't let you argue about this."

He quickly added. Riza closed her eyes before answering.

"Roy…are you really sure about this?"

He loved the way his name rolled off her tongue, it was a shame he so rarely could hear it. He definetily would do anything to hear it again.

"Yes. So please, please, let me do this. If you trust me, let me do this."

His eyes were pleading, his voice steady. Slowly she nodded, though her eyes were full of worry, they still answered that she felt the same. And if you love someone enough, if you are loyal enough, you will not forbid anything from that one that was something she knew so very well. So if this was what he wanted, she wasn't going to argue. She hesitantly raised her hand (the one without circle) on his cheek, her fingers were cold, but he couldn't have minded less. The sensation of her skin against his was precious.

"Fine. Let's do it."

Roy smiled and brought her fingers on his lips and gave them a light kiss.

"Listen, this will take lot of power from me and in the beginning from you too. That is why it is extremely important, that you will stay awake at least fifteen minutes. Can you do it?"

"Yes, Sir."

Her voice was having the same stern tone as always before a mission. He was sure he could trust her word. He then took a deep breath and pressed the hand with circle to her hand and his other hand on his own focusing to start the alchemic reaction. A flash of blue light crossed the room.

Roy watched amazed how as soon as he had pressed his hand to the both circles, the one on his skin and the one on hers, there was a sparkling blue thread getting out of his body, from his chest to hers, pulsing at the same space as his heart. Riza had a look of focus on her amber eyes; she was determinate to stay awake, not letting her sickness get her. The focus almost slipped as she looked at the thread and felt the pulsing thread connecting her.

He had to gasp too as he felt how the thread affected him. He could feel how his force was moving away from his body. Then in one moment he closed his eyes pictures started flashing behind his lids. A pouting little girl with blonde hair. His master on his lap, dying. One of the ishvalans he had killed. Her eyes, tormented. His team, laughing. Her smiling at him. Hughes, showing pictures, then lying in his own blood. His aunty and the girls. Her, lying on his lap in the garden. His first apartment. Hayate as small puppy. Blonde girl with amber eyes, laughing…the pictures kept going and then he realized. He wasn't focusing on his alchemy. The pulsing blue thread was soon going to take too much of his life-force. He heard her whining; the force was going too fast for her body to take.

He opened his eyes and bit his lip. He slowed down the pulse of the thread connecting them, but it still wasn't fully in his control.

I can't handle it anymore! He could feel the life running away from him, he could see how her mouth was open as though she was screaming, even when no voice escaped her mouth. He was afraid. Afraid that neither one of them would survive.

He focused so hard as he possibly could, trying to keep his onyx eyes open instead of losing his touch to this world, giving into the blackness. He took a shuddering breath.

With all the energy he still had in his body Roy forced the power from running, made the blue thread that was flooding from his body to his lieutenant's shatter. He heard a voice whispering inside his head: "I took five now, alchemist, but we will see soon…" Then everything went black.

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Havoc was walking behind the door with an anxious expression. He really hoped everything was going well. He had only seen flashes of light coming from behind the door and just a moment ago he had heard a huge crush, which didn't really make him relaxed. He had been waiting way too long that day. And if the waiting would end with Hawkeye dying, well he certainly was sure he couldn't handle it. The Colonel couldn't. Then, suddenly he heard the doorknob turning…

The door opened revealing a very tired looking and pale, but smiling alchemist and in his arm, supporting him was his most loyal subordinate, most precious friend and the most beautiful woman he had ever seen: First lieutenant Riza Hawkeye.

A/N: Sniff, now it has finally ended. I hope the alchemy thing wasn't bad… and by the way, I think some of you may have recognized the flashback, it was from my other fiction "My light" from chapter 10, check it out I hope you all enjoyed it till the end. I sure enjoyed writing it. Thank you from reading! If you really liked it, please give me a review…I promise that if I get at least five reviews, I will write you a bonus-chapter.