I do not own FMA. Nor do I own the lyrics of Only In Dreams-they belong to Weezer-and are italicized

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You can't resist her

She's in your bones

She's in your marrow

And your ride home.

Roy Mustang sat in the backseat of the car as she drove. It had been another late night and he refused to let her walk home alone. He knew she only agreed to drive the machine because she didn't want him to walk home alone either. It was a compromise, she wouldn't be walking around outside during the late hour, and he wouldn't go home in the rain unprotected. It was easier to watch her from the backseat without being noticed. He could watch her eyes in the rear view mirror and if he sat behind the passenger seat he could watch her every movement. The way she gently held the steering wheel at ten and two. How she checked each intersection with a quick turn of the head. He was disappointed to see his apartment building looming to the side of the car. Most of the windows in the buidling were dark. He quickly got out of the vehicle and motioned for her to roll the window down. He crouched down a bit then gave his apologies for keeping her at the office so late, bid her goodnight, and cautioned her to drive safely. She promised to get home in one piece and said goodnight. He unlocked the door to the building and took the elevator to his apartment on the fifth floor. He immediately went to his window and pulled aside the curtains, she was still there. He smiled as he walked over to the light switch and flipped on the lights. On the street a blond military officer smiled and drove away.

You can't avoid her

She's in the air…in the air

In between molecules of

Oxygen and Carbon Dioxide.

There was no denying it now. Everything seemed to remind him of her. The chess game sitting on his desk sent flashbacks of her teaching him how to play through his mind. The array on the gloves he still had on his hands reminded him of their unique realtionship. The desk took him to of days spent at home sick, when his reliable lieutenant delivered his paperwork to him along with homemade chicken soup and grilled cheese sandwich. On those days she would take home half of his paperwork for herself. He took a shower to try and clear the thoughts of her out of his head, but the minute he lay down on his bed to sleep he was once again sent to another place. After the funeral for Maes Hughes she wouldn't leave him. She knew the state he was in and sat beside him on the bed, which had had the same blankets that he was laying on now on top of it. She had told him not to numb himself to the reality, that the longer he repressed his sorrow the stronger it would grow. He had gotten mad and yelled at her, told her that she shouldn't hold back either. He had already cried at the cemetery, he wanted to do anything but that again. He had wanted her to get mad at him, but she didn't, she was silent so he went on yelling. She had just watched him and when he ran out of steam they grieved for their friend together. He could associate everything he encountered with his Lieutenant, and his mind did, whether he wanted to or not.

Only in Dreams

You see what it means

Reach out your hands

Hold onto hers

But when you wake, it's all been erased

And so it seems, only in dreams

That was why at night his mind always wandered to her. In his dreams they were free to do anything they wanted. They could walk through the park without worrying about psychopathic killers hunting state alchemists. They didn't have to worry about corruption in the government. They helped people. In his dreams she didn't wait for him to turn on the light in his apartment before leaving, no, in his dreams she stayed at his apartment. They went to military functions together, and danced without paying heed to the formalities that should exist between superior and subordinate. His nightmares of Ishbal were worth having if he could dream of her at least one night of the week. The only disappointment of his dreams was having to wake up and go back to reality.

You walk up to her

Ask her to dance

She says hey baby, I just might take that chance

You say it's a good thing

That you float in the air…in the air

Up where there's no way I will crush

Your pretty toenails into a thousand pieces.

There were more than a few times that he had been interrupted during one of his dreams by the persistent buzzing of his alarm clock and quickly shut it off only to fall back to sleep in hopes of returning to the dream. In his dreams she would hold his hand and dance with him without hesitation. He would never cause her harm. Nobody would while he protected her.

Only in Dreams

You see what it means

Reach out your hands

Hold onto hers

But when you wake, it's all been erased

And so it seems, only in dreams

One day his dreams, all of them, would become a reality. When they did he wouldn't be disappointed when he woke up, because she would be right there next to him.

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A.N.- Not my best, but not my worst. Sorry for the wait, I haven't had time to get to my computer until now. Thank you for reading!

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