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Riza returned to work with a with a semi-new metal on her epaulette. She had her own office now, and a group of subordinates, but she still worked to push him farther up. She was still under his command.

A month after his promotion to Brigadier General she was promoted to Lieutenant Colonel. It was odd to be called Colonel Hawkeye-the sound just didn't fit to her ears. A little over a month after her promotion that changed and a more familiar name replaced it, one she was used to hearing. Albeit, not directed at her, but she liked the sound of it much better.

She looked up from the first document she was reading since returning from her two weeks leave, and she smiled at the man scraping her old title off the window of the door. He was probably irritable from having to change it for the second time since she took command of the office. Not to mention, he was changing it back to the name that had been on the door before he changed it the first time.

She was sure everyone was still a bit shocked. Not by their union, but by her quick agreement not to wear uniforms during the ceremony, and her taking his name. Sure, her name fit her to a tee. It was the perfect name for a great sniper, but she told everyone it was only a name. She didn't mind if people still used Hawkeye as a nickname.

She looked at the simple gold band with a ruby in the center of it on her left hand. Her smile grew. She told herself to stop procrastinating—she didn't have to act like him just because she had his name. She finished reading the document about one of her subordinate's missions and signed it. It was the first time she signed and official military document with that name. She looped the tail of the 'g' under the last name and quickly crossed the 't'. She was comforted by how smoothly the letters flowed from her pen onto the paper.

She looked up from her work as a young man cleared his throat. "Ma'am?"

"You must be my new sergeant. It's Joseph Harris, correct?" she asked noting his confusion.

"Yes Ma'am."

"You don't have to call me ma'am, we use sir to address both men and women," she informed him, making sure not to sound irritated. He was going to be her Fuery. She'd heard he was also good with automail and medicine too. She saw the confusion still present in his eyes. "Do you have a question, Sergeant?"

"Ma-Sir, permission to speak freely?" he asked. Her reply was a nod, and he continued, "I just thought I was going to be working under someone else, I didn't expect this, not that I mind. I'm just surprised. Are you the Flame Alchemist's sister?"

Riza laughed-so the papers hadn't splattered the country with news of one of the first married military couple. Many people had chosen to get married in the weeks following the abolishment of the anti-fraternization laws. Maybe they were old news by now.

"No, I've just recently taken the name Mustang, Sergeant. People used to call me Hawkeye," she told him.

His gaze fell to her hands, and he stuttered out a best wishes. She gave him permission to leave to lunch. He was about to walk out the door, but stopped and turned around. "Sir?"

"Yes Sergeant."

"Would you mind giving me a few pointers on my shot?" he asked.

"No, I'll put that into the week's schedule. Just know that I aim for perfection, or as close as one can get," she told him. Well, at least he knew who she was. She looked back down at her paperwork and continued the process of reading and signing.

She didn't know how long he had been leaning there in the door frame staring at her with his smug smirk. "Afternoon Mrs. Mustang," he greeted when she finally looked up at him. That name was another one she didn't mind hearing.

"Afternoon Mr. Mustang," she replied.

"Isn't it time for lunch?" he asked.

She looked at the clock on her wall. Yes, it was the time they had agreed on meeting for lunch. She nodded and left the remaining paperwork for after lunch.

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A.N.-Just a cute piece of fluff I coudn't resist writing. Consider it a pre-Royai Day treat, because I wasn't going to post it until then Thanks for reading!

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