Without You

A Fullmetal Alchemist drabble.

Pish: I can't believe I wrote such a terrible occurrence. ;-;

Sapph: Quit your bellyaching! You were in a mood. Face it.

Ed: I can't believe it either! (clings to Roy) I'm never letting go of you!

Roy: Oh you better let go! …Well, maybe not. (predatory smirk) Let's leave now. (picks up Ed and leaves)

Pish: I hope they don't make a mess… --; In this fic, Al is restored, and Edward has his limbs back. I just wanted it that way, that's all. Oh, and Episode 25…. it never happened. I love Hughes too much to have him dead already. :D I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors and parts that don't make sense. I don't have a beta, nor do I know what a beta is, but I do have a faint idea. :3

Sapph: Forthward on! Let's get this show on the road.

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A shot rang through the Colonel's office; right through the chest of its intended target.

Edward watched in horror as his secret love was shot.

It all seemed to play out in slow motion. Ed got off the couch and ran to Roy, while Hughes and Hawkeye ran off to catch the bastard that dare shoot the Flame Alchemist. Revenge would be dealt out, but it wouldn't bring him back. Not now, not ever.

Ed was leaning over Roy, who had blood seeping out of his chest.

"Roy, Roy! Hang in there! Al, go get help!"

Alphonse nodded and ran out of the room, leaving the two alone for the time being. Roy sat up slightly, coughing up a little blood and holding his hand to his chest wound.

"E-ed… there's been something I've been needing to tell you…" Roy coughed and a small trickle of blood seeped out of the corner of his mouth.

"No, don't talk! You'll lose strength… We'll keep you alive, and then you can tell me, okay?" The last sentence was sobbed, as Ed had started crying. Fat tears were running slowly down his slightly flushed cheeks. "You'll be okay. Al'll be here with a doctor and we'll get you to the infirmary and we'll get you fixed up and then you can tell me your secret! It'll…b-be…o-o-okay…" Ed tilted his head down and clenched his fists.

"No Ed, this can't wait… I have to tell you now. I've waited too long already, and I can't stand dying here without you knowing….

"Edward…" Roy looked up at Ed's teary amber eyes.

Ed looked into Roy's dark navy blue eyes, which were so dark they looked like they were black, and they were filled with undying love and sorrow.

"Edward… I love you..." Roy smiled slightly as Ed's eyes refilled with tears of joy and sadness.

"You know what Roy?" Ed sniffed, "I love you too."

Ed smiled, wiped off the blood on Roy's mouth, and gently pressed his lips to Roy's in a kiss.

The kiss was bittersweet, and took a lot of strength to maintain on Roy's part. The two broke apart slightly panting. Suddenly, Roy saw his life flash before his eyes, and he knew he would be leaving soon.

"Ed, you know I love you. Please stay alive, for me… Don't try to bring me back… Just stay alive. Do it…for me…Edward…" the last word was almost a whisper. Roy's almost-black navy blue eyes dimmed with death, and his eyelids shut, making twin tears slide down his pale cheeks.

"Roy? Roy! Oh dear God…"

Edward had realized his love was dead.

"NOOOOOO!" Everyone in Central HQ heard the scream, and bowed their heads in recognition.

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Everyone was present at the funeral for Colonel Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist. Military caps and uniforms donned, they all stood at attention while Fuhrer Bradley delivered his speech.

Edward was present, in full military paraphernalia, standing between Hughes and Hawkeye (who hadn't caught the one who shot Roy), trying very hard not to cry. Armstrong was crying like a baby. Havoc had just shed a few tears, but wiped them away hastily, and intertwined hands with Fury, who had also started crying. Hughes was crying, but not as badly as Armstrong, and Hawkeye was on the brink of losing her composure.

When the procession was over, just about everybody had paid their respects. Edward, Hughes, Havoc, Fury, Hawkeye, Armstrong, Farman, and Breda were still left.

Havoc and Fury were holding each other tightly, crying softly in front of the gravestone. Armstrong had just finished, and was leaving with Farman and Breda.

Hawkeye laid down a bouquet of pink carnations, Roy's favorite flowers, on the grave, and told Roy how wonderful of a Colonel he was, and that he would have made a superb Fuhrer. She stood up, now shedding some tears, gave Hughes and Edward a comforting hug, and left.

Now only Ed and Hughes were left at the site. Ed put down a single red rose, while Hughes put down a small bouquet of assorted flowers. Edward looked up at Hughes, let out a small sob, and hugged Hughes tightly, crying into his uniform. Hughes petted Ed's hair to try and soothe him.

"You're going to miss him, aren't you?" Hughes questioned quietly.

"Of course I will… I loved that bastard." Ed replied, slightly calming down.

"I'll miss him, too, Ed. I'll miss him too."

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Pish: I can't believe I wrote that! I KILLED ROY! (cries) By the way, I just picked a random flower for Roy's favorite type. (sheepish smile)

Sapph: This was NOT HughesEd romance, it was HughesEd frendship. They were Roy's closest friends, besides Hawkeye... The only pairings in here are HavocFury and RoyEd. Nothing else. Zippo. Nada. Zilch. Okay? Good. :D

Pish: I hope you liked this drabble anyways! Please leave a review on your way out. (smiles kindly) Flames will be used to light your computer on fire:)