FMA Fic #1

Title:Transfer

Summary:It's been almost a month, but already Ed is starting to miss his old life. How can his new and old bosses help him achieve what he wants the most?

By:VampireBat

VB:Welcome, welcome all to my very first FMA fanfic. I've been reading a bit, so I gathered up a new muse and started writing.

Riza: Why me...

VB:Muahahahaha. Well, enjoy and review before- -falls over-

Riza-Hehehe..-puts gun back in holster- Remember, folks, thank God VB doesn't own FMA.

"Ed.."

Those very same pleading eyes stared up at him, the ones he had been seeing every night for the past month.

"Ed.."

This time he could see those familiar lips move, feel that luxurious voice ripple through his body. He leaned down, preparing himself, then...

"FULLMETAL!"

A dull thud brought Edward Elric back into reality. Unfortunately, this resulted in him finding himself sprawled out on the ground with a dull, throbbing pain in his shoulder. "What is it, Hawkeye?" he asked groggily, sitting up slowly only to see that the woman staring down at him was not Riza Hawkeye.

"Mr. Fullmetal, kindly stop yourself from sleeping on the job." Grey eyes stared down at him tiredly. It was obvious she was worn out, but she had good reason. Her newest employee was a raging teenager, who always seemed to want to cause trouble for her and everyone around him. Ed goggled at her for a moment, trying to realize who she was. Ah, yes, Parkins. He scowled as he lifted himself off the ground, easily sliding back into his chair. Colonel Aimee Parkins, head of the Southern base. Then his thoughts came back to him.

The memories of the previous month hit him like a wave, emotions and thoughts flooding back into his now alert mind. Although he had been transferred over a month ago, there was still a hefty amount of rage coursing through his veins. Ed glared up at her for a minute. Yes, this was very much the esteemed Mercury Alchemist. There was no mistaking that long purple hair, or that rod.

"See to it that you do." With that, Colonel Parkins stalked away. As soon as she rounded the corner, she leaned heavily against the wall and sighed. "That boy's going to turn my hair grey." she murmured irritably. "According to his record, he didn't cause this much trouble under dear old Roy."

With another sigh she strode into her office to ponder something. What if she could get Mustang to check up on him, keep him in line? After all, their buildings weren't too far away. Her lips slowly formed a grin.

This could work.

Several hours later, much more than Ed would have liked, he finally put his pen down. He flexed his left hand, trying to ease the cramp in it. He scowled down at the stack of papers on his desk. Mustang usually never made him do paperwork.

Roy. For some reason, Ed couldn't get his mind off of his former boss. Every time he closed his eyes that smirk was all he could see. That playful, knowing smirk that drove him insane. His fists clenched. How could he have let him be transferred? The bastard.

His thoughts were cut off by the dull clanking of metal against metal. Even though he had only been there for a short period of time, there was no mistaking those ominous footsteps. She probably does that just for effect, he thought in his annoyance, as Colonel Parkins came striding into the room.

"You should clean up your act, Fullmetal." she called, taking her coat from the closet. Oddly enough, she didn't seem to notice a male and female set of hands hand it to her from within the closet. Parkins turned to see Ed staring at her with disbelief. "Oh, don't worry, they're always in there anyways." Ed shuddered. He was suddenly very glad he hadn't decided to leave his own jacket in the closet.

Meanwhile, the Colonel had shrugged on her coat and was now advancing towards him. "Colonel Roy Mustang has agreed to come check up on you every few days. This will be permanent until I say otherwise. You will find out when he will be here the day he arrives, so be warned." she said briskly, dropping a few papers onto his desk. Upon closer examination, they had both hers and Mustang's signatures on it. Ed just stared at her for another moment.

"Any..uh, specific reason as to why?" he asked, raising an eyebrow slowly. Parkins merely smirked lightly and started to walk off. Knowing he would never get an answer to that particular question, another sprang to his mind. "Wait, Colonel!" he called. Aimee turned around, waiting, evidently suprised. This was the first time he had called her by her title. "Why did you let those two off the hook?"

Her smirk softened into a smile. "I could never get in the way of any loving couple." she said quietly, and continued on her way out the door.

Any couple, huh?

Ed shook his head. So, she was soft. He went as well, only to find the Colonel chatting with Al. Al turned to him. "Ready, brother?" he asked. Ed nodded. "See you two tomorrow, then." said Parkins as she strode off. She absently touched a small sign on the wall, and continued walking with her hand lightly grazing the wall. Even as she continued to walk, her body slowly melded into the metal that was the wall until she dissapeared from view.

Ed shook his head again and started to walk. "She's an odd one, all right." he murmured, glancing at Al, who followed. "She isn't a bad person, Ed." said Al, looking down at his older brother. "Yeah, well, she won't even let me out of that room, yet she lets lovebirds stay in the closet all day!" he raged. "'I could never get in the way of any loving couple.' Bah. I need to get out of here, soon."

"That's it!" exclaimed Al, making Ed jump a few feet. "What's what?" he asked curiously.

"Maybe if we can convince the Colonel you've got a girlfriend back at Central, she'll let you transfer back!" The tone of his voice told Ed he was smiling, so he did as well. Now he was getting hopeful. "That's a great idea! But wait," he added, realizing something. "Who would we get?"

Al looked to the ceiling and lapsed into thought. "What about Liutenant Ross?" he asked. Ed quickly shook his head. "You remember when she hugged me when I left, don't you?" Of course, she had been hysterical at the time, but Ed didn't quite take that into consideration. Al nodded, remembering all-too-well."Well, the only other girl is Hawkeye.."he trailed off, knowing the answer already. Ed shuddered slightly. He could just imagine the scene. Him and Riza, walking down the hallways calmly, hand in hand, until she pulled out her gun..

"Definitely not Riza. Her aim is too good." he muttered. Al sighed. "Oh, I forgot. Mustang's coming to supervise me tomorrow." Although Parkins had never said when he would be there, the tone of her voice told him it would be very soon.

"That's it!"