Okay, I remembered something I kept forgetting! -parties- -ahem- So yah, this is kinda late but-

Disclaimer: I do not own Full Metal Alchemist. If I did, I would have been mobbed to death by other obsessed fangirls wanting the rights to FMA.

So yah. Also, I realized only now I spelled Elysia as Alicia for the entire story. Either way works I suppose, but just so you know. Sorry 'bout that.

Over 90 hits and still only one review. -sigh- Oh well. I suppose I should just post the entire things here. Hmm, I still have to finish the ending to chapter 12. I suck at endings. -sob- Well, enjoy. Or be utterly disgusted. If that's the case, this probably isn't the place for you. Unless you like being disgusted. Hmm. -scuttles away- If there are spaces between words mysteriously missing, you can blame ffn for that. Okay, okay, I'll stop babbling now.

Chapter 4: Morning

Roy slowly opened his eyes. Sitting up, he rubbed the sleep out of them and glanced at his clock. He had an hour before work. As usual. He stretched his arms and began to step out of bed when the events of last night fell on him like a lead weight.

He twisted around to look at the couch at the opposite end of the room. On it lay Hughes, fast asleep. Last night he had dried his friend off and led him up to bed just as the rain was slowing down to a drizzle. They had both fallen fast asleep, Hughes on the couch with a new blanket and Roy in his bed. He felt slightly guilty at not letting Maes have the bed, but he had insisted it wasn't necessary.

He was about to sneak out of the room and prepare for work, thinking he would leave Hughes here to sleep, when he remembered his words from last night.

" Don't you dare leave me here tomorrow. If you do, l swear I will chase you to work looking like this." And he had gestured to the strange clothing before immediately dropping off to sleep.

Roy chuckled slightly and turned on his heel, stepping lightly to the far end of the room. He found himself standing next to Maes, looking down at his half-covered body. He had only just realized how truly disturbing it was to see his friend look so pale and different, and from his slightly open mouth he could see his too-sharp teeth.

The sunlight was creeping over the edge of the window and shining into the room, the rays falling across Hughes' body. The light glinted off his darkened hair and it seemed to sparkle. He realized how...different Maes looked without his glasses.

Roy sat carefully on the very edge of the sofa and watched Maes' chest move up and down slowly as he breathed. He reached out and ran his fingers through Maes' hair as he had done last night. The feeling of his hair through his fingers...

Being the annoying bastard he had been in his last lifetime, Hughes chose that moment to open his eyes.

Roy yelped and leaped to his feet, drawing his hand back as fast as possible. Maes blinked groggily with his infamous oblivious look plastered on his face, the one he would use when someone inquired as to why a two-by-two picture of his daughter was sitting on their desk.

He mumbled groggily and rubbed his eyes before looking up. He looked a bit puzzled now.

"Roy...?"

Roy sighed inwardly, he hadn't noticed. Seeing the slitted purple eyes looking up at him made him feel a bit queasy though.

Hughes' eyes widened and he shot to a sitting position. Everything that had occurred shot back to him, only he still couldn't recall what happened before last night. He moaned and brought a hand up to grasp his head. This was all making his head hurt...Or was that why it hurt? His head ached as badly as a hangover...Maybe he had been drinking and none of this really happened, he wasn't shot that night, he was living happily with his family.

He sighed. He knew that wasn't the truth. But- hell, why wouldn't this damned headache go away?

Roy stood silently as his friend registered what was happening, and a worried look crossed his face as he saw him clutching his head like that.

"Maes? Are you alright?"

Hughes waved his free hand as if to say he was fine, and was about to say so when the pain in his head blossomed further and he felt his stomach churning.

He gasped in pain and clutched his stomach before just barely dragging himself over the arm of the couch to vomit onto the floor.

"Maes!"

Roy rushed forward and knelt down next to him, placing one hand on his back and setting the other on the couch, to find that it was grasped by Maes' hand as soon as he placed it.

Roy gently rubbed his back until he was finished, at which point he rolled back over onto his back, still clutching Roy's hand, rather firmly.

Roy moved his other hand to grasp Maes' with both hands. It was slippery with sweat. He waited for his breathing patterns to return to normal before speaking.

"You should stay here and rest today. You're obviously not well. I don't know what happened to you, but you need to rest."

Roy gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, worry evident in his voice. However, Maes did not look like he was about to stay here anytime soon.

"No Roy, I'll be fine. I'm feeling better already."

And he was, the headache and nausea already fading to slight pangs. But he wasn't about to stay here, alone, knowing that everyone outside believed he was gone forever. He needed to let them know he was alive...even if it wasn't in his true body.

Roy sighed and nodded, normally he wouldn't cave in so easily, but he knew how Maes was.

"Alright, but could you let go of my hand? I think you're cutting off the circulation."

Hughes realized he was still grasping Roy's hand, and promptly let go, mumbling an apology. Was that a blush?

"Sorry...I guess I don't know...my own strength anymore..."

Maes frowned, knowing it would not be easy adjusting to this body. Roy was about to speak when Hughes threw off his blanket and stood up, stretching.

"Alrighty then, Roy. Let's get to work! I may not really have to do any work until the military realizes I'm alive, but what the heck, not like I'd do all that paperwork anyway. By the way, do you have any of those pictures of Alicia I gave to you? I wonder how much she's grown!"

Roy smiled to himself as Hughes babbled on like his old self as he walked out in the direction of the bathroom. He knew there were still a lot of things to explain to Hughes, such as how much time had passed, how the Homunculus were gone and Edward and Alphonse had their bodies back, and how at the moment Roy, Ed and Al were running the country in a joint effort since the Fuhrer's 'disappearance,' while they tried to decide on how the government would work from now on.

He stepped over to clean up the bile, assuring himself that there was no sign of the red stone in it. That would be bad in various ways that he didn't want to think about right now.

It would take some getting used to that Maes was technically a Homunculus...wait, didn't homunculus have 'certain' abilities...?

As if to answer his question, he heard a surprised yelp from the bathroom.

End Chapter 4

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