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Finally closer to mid-evening, Hawkeye showed up. I was so greatful to see her I nearly clothes lined her in my haste to escape Genz, "Riza, You made it! Quick let's go!" I made a beeline for the car, trying not to give her a chance to get out.

"Wait a minute, Hesperus," She said, "You should thank my Grandfather for his kindness."

I grinned weakly, "I already have, I just want to get out of here before—"

"Major Hesperus…." Genz hissed in my ear, "You weren't thinking of leaving without me, were you?" Genz had the same scary grin I had only seen on my older brother.

"I doubt you want me to answer that truthfully…" I laughed scratching the back of my head.

Genz glared at me. I could do nothing but continue to laugh until I broke, "Actually you're not coming…"

Genz's eyebrow twitched, "What?"

I took a deep breath as Hawkeye went to say hello to her grandfather, giving us some privacy. I crossed my arms and glared back, "Your not coming with me. You're staying here. I can take care of my self just fine and escape any major notice with the accent and the change in my style. How many people know you? How well do you normally blend in with the crowd? Do you have an ability I don't know about that will help you to escape if we run into danger?" I raised an eyebrow, "Well?"

Genz grinded his teeth, "No, I don't."

"Exactly," I cut in, "And with you almost as tall as Armstrong you stand out in a crowd. If Armstrong where to claim you as a cousin or something that might work, but right now… No way. So just put up with it, and deal."

Genz looked extremely unhappy with this, I sighed, "Listen, I'm either going to stay in the hospital or I'll be staying with Mustang. What ever happens I'll call you once I have my sleeping arrangements, then I'll call you every day with up dates. Does that work?"

Genz sighed as well, "Alright, I'll agree to that. Just make sure you call tonight."

I smiled at him, and nodded, "On my honor," I help up three fingers in the Girl Scout salute, then turned and climbed into the car.

Hawkeye was waiting, "You took care of things?"

"I hope so," I said, as I heard the trunk slammed closed, Grumman was in the back loading my suit case into the back. Genz's things were still in the house.

"Good," She shifted the car into first gear and I settled into my seat for the hour car ride.

It was six when we arrived at the hospital Havoc was staying in. The building was lit up like a Christmas tree, even though the sun was has just going down. I pulled my suit case out of the back and hauled it into the building with just one hand, a great feat for me. Hawkeye lead me to the room Havoc was in. I let my suitcase slam to the ground, drawing attention to myself. I looked down my noise at Havoc; thankfully the glasses didn't contort his image at all, "Vas ist das? Das ist da Soldier? He ist nein soldier! He ist fat!" I pointed a less than polite finger at him, ignoring the woman sitting next to him.

Hawkeye bowed at to the woman, "Mrs. Havoc, Second Lieutenant, this is Dr, Conradine Heinrich, she'll be taking over Second Lieutenant Havoc's treatment."

Ms. Havoc stood, "You'll be taking care of my son?"

I raised an eyebrow, "I vill teach him munch. Nien, I vill not ' cake kare of him'." I pushed my glasses up my nose with my middle finger. "Veiw, ist de moder?"

Ms. Havoc smiled with some difficulty, "The what?"

"De moder! Moder!" I said with an angry tone then turned to Hawkeye, "Vraslate, Avkeye."

Hawkeye bowed again, "Dr. Heinrich asked if you were the mother."

"Oh," Ms. Havoc smiled, "Yes, I'm his mother."

"Goodt," I placed my hands on my hips, "Its ist veen ice to meat you. You vill leafe now, danka."

"I'm sorry, What did you say?" Ms. Havoc said.

I let out an exasperated sigh, and looked at Hawkeye over my glasses. Hawkeye bowed again, "Dr. Heinrich has asked you to leave."

"Alright…" She smiled confused, and looked at Havoc, "I'll see you tomorrow, dear."

"Nien," I interjected, "You vill say avay. You munt nien refern unwell I gife you permissen." I shock a finger at her like I was telling a child no. "De heeling fhrosess ist fery daleicat. I vill nien hafe you rueing it."

The woman looked taken back, "I'm sorry I don't understand…"

Hawkeye quickly stepped forward, "She says that you will stay away, until she gives permission. She is concerned about how your interaction will affect Havoc's healing process."

Ms. Havoc became upset, "I will visit my son if I wish to."

"Nien!" I shouted back, "You baby dis flap packet. He munch hafe help vrom only me. I vill lech you fisit on wolydye."

"I von't—I mean don't understand you!" She yelled back.

"You may visit on Sundays Ms. Havoc. Other wise the Doctor is concerned you will Baby the Second Lieutenant," Hawkeye explained. "In fact she's insisting no one visit Havoc except for on Sundays, I'm only helping her with translation, for the next few days. Then she expects me to leave."

"I will not have this woman brainwashing my son!" Ms. Havoc shouted in my face.

"Mom," Havoc's voice cut through before I could yell. I used a forefinger to whip spit out of my eye. "It's alright," He said in a soothing tone, "Mustang sent for her, right?" Hawkeye nodded, "He warned me that she was a little out there. I trust her. I'll see you Sunday, Alright?"

Ms. Havoc nodded and gave me a look. Then she bowed to Hawkeye and left. I turned my attention back to Havoc, Crossing my arms I gave him a Dalka look, "You hafe gotten vat."

Havoc blinked at me again, as I strolled over to the medical chart, "Dalka?" He asked not trusting his eyes.

I gave him a grin and a 'took you long enough' look, "I am Dr. Conradine Heinrich, I do not noo dis 'Dalca'. You may call me Conradine, if you vish."

Havoc laughed, "Wow I didn't recognize you! You've changed."

I smiled, "It's the make-up, and the accent. And I'm hoping no one else will recognize me either, so let's keep this on the need to know bases, shall we?" I winked.

He chuckled again, "So where is you 'Big Brother'?"

I smiled again, "Oh, he's about an hour away holding down a safe house for me. But I'm here to help you, so let's get on that shall we? First off you've gotten extremely fat. We're going to get you back into shape…" I grinned in a way that should have terrified Havoc. It worked.

Mustang showed up two hours later as I was wheeling Havoc back to his room after his 'workout'. Havoc was two tired to move, and Hawkeye had found it very funny how hard I would work someone injured in the stomach without actually causing his wounds to reopen. I smiled at him through my glasses, "Herr Colonel Mustsang, guten abend. How ist you?"

Mustang lifted an eyebrow, "Hello to you too, and I'm doing well. How's our Havoc?"

"'e 'as guten, Ja," I replied, "Comft, Ve shall taok?" I gestured to enter the room.

Mustang nodded, "Hawkeye, wait out here."

She saluted him, as he held the door open for Havoc's wheelchair and I rolled the blond lump of lard back into his room. "You may livt yourselv," I told Havoc once I'd gotten him as close as I could to the bed.

Mustang raised both eyebrows, "You're not going to help him?"

I looked at him over the glasses, "'e must learn to tak car of 'imselv. Ve taok now, Ja?"

Mustang listened for a moment then nodded, "It's safe, I checked the room for bugs before you got back."

"Good," I sighed removing my coat, "It's harder than it looks to keep up an accent like that. I keep forgetting to switch all the w sounds with v's, and which v's need fs." I shrugged and took a seat on a on a rolling stool, "You can take off your shirt when your ready for me to look at your wound."

Mustang's eyebrows shot up again, "Who told you?"

I shrugged again, "No one."

Mustang gave me a look.

"I swear, Breda didn't say anything, Hawkeye didn't say anything. I'm pretty sure Armstrong is clueless, and I was working Havoc too hard for him to tell me," I assured him.

"Hey I wasn't working that hard!" Havoc said as he continued to try and pull himself onto the bed.

"Then maybe, I should work you harder tomorrow," I shot over my shoulder, "Fat Boy."

"I resent that!" Havoc said almost falling out of the chair to pull himself into the bed.

"Yeah, and you resemble it too," I said cleanly, I'd had fights just like that with my older brother, "By the end of the week I want you to be able to get in and out of that bed on your own."

"So things look good for Havoc," Mustang had taken off his shirt by now.

I turned back and saw his wound. A whistle escaped my lips, "Damn, Talk about well done. You intended to kill yourself with this?" I pointed at his stomach careful not to touch it.

Mustang glared at me, "It saved the lives of my subordinates."

I gave my 'whatever' look, "Okay, I'm going to have to hurt you to fix it." I looked up at him waiting for an answer.

"So it will be like it never happened?" His eyebrows went in to his bangs again.

"Nope," I answered him, "It'll be like it happened when you where a kid. The wound will still be there, but you won't be able to see it and it will feel old, very old."

"Go ahead," He gave the permission.

I clapped my hands.'

"Will this wor- AAAUUGGHHH!" I cut Mustang off as I pressed my hands to the still tender burns. He shouted in pain and Hawkeye swung into the room gun ready as the transmutation lights disappeared.

I turned to Hawkeye, "Ist alright, Avkeye, I'fe taken car of da Colonel ist all. Go bak to your post, ja."

Her eyes went from me to the shirtless Colonel, to his now woundless side. Her eyes widened a little. Mustang waved a hand, "It's alright Hawkeye." He assured her, "The Doctor just surprised me is all."

I snorted.

Hawkeye nodded holstering her gun and turned to leave.

Mustang's eyes turned to glare at me, "You could have warned me!" He hissed.

I lifted an eyebrow, "I'm sorry I thought I did, or does de Baby Roy need a lollipop?" I said putting on a baby voice.

Mustang's glare deepened to a scowl, "I could court marshal you for that."

"Really?" I sat back a little crossing my arms, "How? Major Dalka Hesperus is a thousand miles away in the south."

Mustang growled for a second then turned away, and cursed. I smiled evilly, "That's what I thought."

Havoc spoke up then, "Wow, is that what you do? What you're going to do to fix me up?"

I shrugged, "Something like it…" I ran my hand over the new skin on Mustang's side, "The skin's new, be gentle with it. It'll feel like a very painful sunburn for a while so rub aloe on it until the redness disappears. It might blister as well, like I said be careful. I'm sure you've taken care of burns before so you know what to do. Still…" Finally I looked him in the eye, "How does it feel?"

Mustang raised an eyebrow, "Which? You, rubbing my stomach, or the wound?"

I felt myself turn bright red, and I snatched my hand away like I'd been burned. I missed Mustang's smirk but there was no way it was not there. I mumbled, "The wound of course, you sadistic bastard."

Mustang stood stretching this way and that, "It feels better than it has in weeks… Though it does burn a little…" He pulled on his shirt, "Will it be that easy for you to heal Havoc?"

I hesitated looking from Mustang to Havoc to the floor, "I don't know… Spinal injuries are more complicated than then stab wounds or broken bones…" I bit my lower lip trying to remember what my brother's books had said, "There are several possible problems related to Havoc's injury… I need to do some studying, get x-rays of Havoc's back, and I want to talk to the doctors who fixed him up."

I looked at Mustang expectantly, "Do you have the books I asked for? Could you arrange for me to meet the doctors as well? And tell the nurses not to mess with Havoc's bandages, I don't trust them…"

Mustang raised an eyebrow, "I'll do what I can about the last two, as for the first I'll bring them up here. But you can't come to my home, I have a feeling it's being watched."

Havoc snorted, "The hospital is being watched, you're house is being watched, the Elrics are being watched. Who the hell isn't being watched?"

I turned to Havoc, "Ed and Al are here? Where?"

Mustang shook his head, "You can't go to see them. We think their being watched too. With you here, playing the part of a foreign specialist we can hopefully keep you out of this."

I looked at him from the corner of my eyes, "Roy, I'm already neck deep in this whole affair. Everyone in the military is in this Affair, the Alchemists more than anyone else." I wheeled myself backwards until I could lean against a wall, "Besides you forget, I'm the one who knows exactly what happened to Hughes." The minute I said that I regretted it.

Mustang turned angrily to me, "Who is it? Who killed him?"

I sighed, "I don't know…" It was the worst lie I could have told him but I didn't want him getting into any more danger. I didn't want to lose Mustang or Havoc, or Riza, or anyone else. "He… She…It's face changed every second… it was like it couldn't hold a single form…" I fiddled with the chain of my watch, "But I know…" I looked at him again, "I know that who ever it is, they're going to disappear from this world. So Hughes will be avenged, but by someone else… I don't know who, I couldn't see them."

Mustang growled, and Havoc looked from me to Mustang. "You know," He cut in, "I have no clue what's going on between the two of you… Don't tell me you're cheating on Hawkeye with Dalka?" He joked at Mustang.

Mustang turned bright red and looked at Havoc like he'd lost he'd lost his mind, "I AM NOT DATING HAWKEYE!"

I smiled, "Me thinks Thou doest protest too much."

Mustang stormed for the door, "I'll bring the books up tomorrow morning, until then don't kill Havoc. And if either of you even suggest I'm dating Hawkeye again, I'll court marshal you both." He attempted to slam the door closed, but the door was a swinging door so there was a rather painful sounding thump as the door hit him in the back of the head.

I giggled behind my hand, "Well that was amusing…" I looked at Havoc, "I guess I'm bunking here for the night. I'm going to go find a cot."

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