Dizzy

ok guys, there aren't any more songs, but this fic I hope doesn't drag on... I wrote it with the entention of being a song fic, but it didn't turn out right. I hope you don't get bored... I mean, I didn't, so maybe you won't.

"Whatever ever you want; Whatever ever you want." He sang, looking directly into her eyes. She pushed him away and fled from the stage, racing for the door. 'I can't be thinking like this! I know he isn't helping, but I'm the one that has to keep him in a straight line, one that goes directly to the top.' She screamed to herself as she made her way through the crowd. A second later she was outside, dashing for the other side of the street; she sat down on a bench facing the club.

"What the hell is my problem? Why do I keep doing this? I've got to stop abandoning the people I call my friends…" She said out loud, her head in her hands.

"You didn't abandon them, they just didn't follow yet." The voice came again, this time her reaction was swift. She pulled her handgun from the holster on her leg and aimed it squarely at his chest.

"Just… please… I can't keep you at a safe distance right now…go away…" She said, her eyes reflecting self-induced mental torture, her face an emotional playground.

"Hawkeye, listen; I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable up there… it just felt natural being next to you, your body close to mine…" He said as he lightly pushed her arm holding the gun away from his chest and gathered her into his arms.

"Colonel Mustang… we can't do this… people will talk… it'll ruin what you've worked so hard to get to…" She said, her mind resisting, the auto-soldier in her screaming. He pulled her gun from her hand and set it back in her holster, not even touching her pale heated skin; her heart wanted to let him go ahead and take her, take her where ever he desired, but she was used to listening to her mind instead of her heart.

"I know; that's why I'm going to go back into the building now. But if you feel that you can, please come back with me; I know Patricia and Alicia are wondering what happened." He said, hugging her tight for a moment before letting her go. Her entire body felt weak and run down, but that one simple hug from him gave her the strength and courage to make up her mind to go back in.

"I'm… I'm coming with you…" She said as he took her hand and placed it in the crook of his arm, walking her back into the bar.

A/N: I know I put the word 'auto-soldier' in here; please don't fret. It's a little tribute to my best friend, SMM, who came up with the word. I haven't been able to talk to her yet today, so I wasn't able to ask her if I could use the word… is that plagiarism? Well, I don't own the word, she does I guess. So this chapter is dedicated to you SMM, the bestest friend a girl could have. We are gonna rock the college this year!