Author Note: As much as I like the summer, temperatures exceeding 95 degrees annoy me to no end. All I want to do is be able to go outside and enjoy myself without sweating through all of my clothes… now that I'm done ranting, R&R everybody!
Warning: One of the characters swears once. You are officially warned.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
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Roy couldn't believe the mess he was in.
Fuery was frantically radioing HQ.
Falman and Breda were off location because they had no field experience.
Havoc was pointing his gun.
Roy was standing, pale in disbelief.
Lastly, Riza had a gun pointed at her head and a bulky arm around her neck.
Not Havocs gun, but one of the men they were attempting to apprehend.
Riza had strayed too close to a hidden wall and was ambushed from behind, the enemy knocking the gun out of her hand, instantly becoming a hostage. Roy cursed his carelessness of not noticing the obviously alchemized wall.
The enemies were only a street gang that had been vandalizing military buildings for the past month; nobody expected them to actually put up a decent fight. So the group stood in a momentary stalemate as the thug put his pistol to Riza's head.
Quickly, Havoc aimed at the pair but didn't fire. He was a good shot, but he didn't know what the man would do if provoked and he didn't want to accidentally hit Riza.
"Surrender, or your pretty little bitch will have her head blown off," the thug growled, tightening one of his arms around Riza's neck so she couldn't escape.
The few thugs who had not been taken out yet easily cornered the two men who were afraid to fight in case their comrade might be killed.
Roy in particular was seeing red. He was pissed, mostly at himself. He should have protected her better. What would he do if she died? He didn't know. Curl up and die maybe. Shaking off the thought, he met Riza's gaze.
She, on the other hand, seemed perfectly calm. Luckily, the thug was stupid enough not to restrain her arms. She blinked once, then twice, at Roy and reached instantly for a knife she kept in her belt. Riza whacked the pistol up just in time for it to fire and graze the top of her head.
As Riza proceeded to stab the brute who had been keeping her captive, Roy jumped into action. He had grown tired of attempting to take these men alive and opted for burning them. Poor Havoc had to duck to avoid having his hair singed off.
After a minute or so the fire and the screams died down and Riza stumbled over to Roy and Havoc. Blood was dripping steadily down her face and hair from the bullet wound on her scalp, but she was ignoring it.
"Are you alright Sir?" she asked.
Roy nodded, "I'm fine, but what about you?"
"I'm fine Sir, let's go finish the mission." She turned to search the rest of the building for more thugs, but Havoc intervened, grabbing her wrist lightly.
"Wait a second there Lieutenant. Don't you think you should have that wound looked at first?"
"Yeah" Roy nodded his agreement.
"No," Riza shook off Havocs grip, "After." She started to walk away again, only to stumble slightly from blood loss.
Roy grasped her arm firmly, helping her stay upright. "Whoa there," he said, concerned, "Let's look at it right now."
Riza sighed, "Fine, but make it quick."
Roy helped her walk over to a conveniently placed bench while Havoc kept watch for any stray gang members. He quickly checked her head wound and found that Riza had been correct about it. It was rather shallow and was only bleeding a lot because all head wounds bleed a lot.
As Roy examined the wound, Riza said so quietly he nearly could not hear her speaking, "Sorry for being a burden."
Roy thought he might have heard wrong and didn't reply, but that really struck him. She thought she was a burden? How could she be, when he was the burden to her?
It occurred to him, as her life was in danger, that he had no idea what he would do without her. He needed her, was dependent on her, and she thought she was as burden.
Shaking his head slightly as he placed an adhesive bandage over the wound, Roy promised himself he would tell her all of that one day.
Once he was Fuhrer and the fraternization laws were abolished, Riza Hawkeye would finally know how much his existence depends on hers.
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End note: That's all folks. Not as good as the last one, I know, but that one was a gem. This one is just kind of meh. And yes, I know an adhesive bandage would stick to her hair, but what other kind of bandage would he use in the field? (I don't know that much about medical stuff)
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