OK. I give you fair warning on this on guys. This FMA fic is in an alternate universe. I only did that because I had a fellow writer suggest that since I've not seen the end of the Anime yet, I shouldn't try to write something that happens after it's over. So, let's get everything out of the way right now.

1. I do not own any of these characters at all in any way, except for the wives of a few of the men and some other characters that will be introduced a little later.

2. THIS IS IN AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE!

3. Roy and Riza are in character as much as I possibly could, but they are older and some people soften as they age. But remember number two if they do get way out of character.

4. The whole military has changed, every character you remember from the show that was in Roy's direct contact has advanced in rank or quit.

Summary: This occurs six years after Roy thinks he killed the Furher because he's been in a coma from his head wound and now Riza has to get him all caught up on the changes with her and the outside world.

Blueberries and Stars

Chapter One- The unexpected visitor

It was a dreary night; rain had been falling for three days straight. Roy sat on his bed and looked out the window. 'I hate rain. I feel so useless.' He thought to himself. He had gotten out of the hospital almost a week ago and he couldn't bring himself to go to headquarters and see his ex-subordinates. He took one last glance at the moon-illuminated rain and lay back down. He scratched his head and ran his hand across his cheek. It was course; he hadn't shaved since he got home. Closing his eyes, he sighed and rolled over to look at the clock. 7:00. Still too early to go to sleep. He mused. Grabbing a pillow and holding it close to his chest, he almost jumped out of his skin when a knock came at his door.

He quickly stood up and pulled his bathrobe on, almost excited about getting a visitor. He unlocked the door and opened it up, almost shutting it back in place when he saw the slender, blonde-headed form of Riza Hawkeye.

"Lieutenant Hawkeye? What are you doing here?" He gasped out. She didn't say a word as she stepped into his small apartment and took off her shoes.

"Actually Roy, that's Lieutenant General Hawkeye now." she said matter-of-factly. His eyes grew large as she took off her raincoat and revealed the rank that lay upon her shoulders. "Everyone moved up in rank after you killed the Furher. That included me."

"Fine, then; Lieutenant General Hawkeye, what brings you here?" he said.

"I've come to talk to you. I know you've been alone since you got back and I've been meaning to come see you. Come and sit." she said, walking over to his couch and patting the cushion next to her. She didn't look a day older than twenty-five, just as he remembered her. He thought she might have aged a little, but it was most likely the light and the angle of the dimming candles behind her. In the light, a small diamond ring on her left hand caught his eye.

"That." he said, pointing to her hand as he sat on the couch. "Where did it come from? Who?"

"This? Oh it was a gift from my father I had gotten long ago. Some of the rules have softened in the military now, and the men and women are allowed to wear one ring per hand. I chose to wear this one as a reminder of my father." she said, taking it off and handing it to him. He looked at it closely before handing it back to her.

"So this isn't from a boyfriend or husband?" he said as she slid the ring back on her finger, shaking her head.

"Boyfriend? Husband? That's funny Roy; why do I need one of those when I have you?" she said, placing one of her hands in his, interlacing her fingers in his.

"Riza…? What the hell is going on?" he began as she put a finger to his lips.

"I quote rule number 42, title 4, sub-section 8, 'there shall be no internal relationships within the military. As long as both persons are active duty, no relationship beside official shall be tolerated.'" she said as she positioned herself on the couch so she could look directly into his face. "Unfortunately for you, you're not in the military anymore. Fortunately for us, you're not in the military anymore."

"What do you mean?" he responded, knowing full well what she was saying. Ever since the first birthday party he threw for her she had been more open and trusting towards him. He also had a feeling about what was coming next.

"Roy, I love you. I'm ready; I love you so much." she said as she leaned closer to his face. He exhaled slowly, almost wanting to find out if her sitting there in front of him was more than a dream, inches from his face. He didn't move a muscle; he was afraid any movement would vanish the dream from his mind. In his dreams, Riza had always wanted him to kiss her, to feel his strong calloused hands on her body. She wanted him so bad it would hurt her to sit next to him. He glanced uneasily down at her jacket and her rank then back to her eyes. She let out a big sigh and leaned back, unbuttoning her jacket. With small quick hands she took the jacket off and stood up to hang it next to her raincoat. She turned back to him and placed her hands on her hips.

"This better?" she said, slowly walking closer to him. He shook his head, but before he could begin to voice his discomfort with her friendliness, she climbed on his lap and was straddling him. She pressed her lips onto his and kissed him. Just out of his view though, she pulled a knife out of a pocket in her pants. Roy's eyes flew open as she brought the knife next to his jugular vein. He grabbed her arm and used all his strength to push her away. She used her whole body weight to press the knife into his throat. It inched closer and Riza smiled as the blade finally pressed against his skin.

"This is for killing Pride…" she said as she pushed harder, the blade beginning to cut into his skin. Roy was exerting all his energy and the pain from his throat was beginning to reach a critical level. To both of their surprise, the door to his apartment flew open and a full magazine clip was fired into the house. Riza on top of him faltered and fell back lifelessly to the ground. He wrapped his hands around his wound as he heard voices yell for help and someone came towards him. The last thing he remembered before he passed out was Riza lying on the floor and suddenly rising before changing into Envy. The homunculi knew Roy was still alive.

A/N: Did you like it? Please tell me. If you didn't, I won't post anymore chapters of it. RXR please!