Dizzy
Last Chappy! This will be one of the last stories I post for a while until I can get myself settled into college. I hope you all understand...
Riza's sleep was almost non-existent that night; even going to the military shooting range couldn't clear her mind. She kept reliving those few seconds where their lips had met, when she had felt every single hole inside her fill and overflow with life. Sunday night came and she sent her friends back to their homes and normal lives; her apartment was empty and bare again from hearing the giggles and laughs from three childhood friends all weekend.
"I guess this is what my life is supposed to be like… someone comes in and then leaves shortly after…" She said to the empty walls. Even Black Hayate was pouting; Alicia had taken a liking to him and when she wasn't doing something with Riza, she was playing with Hayate. Riza could tell he missed her, but he would get over it in a few days; he was a dog, and dogs have short-term memory.
Monday morning rolled around and Riza almost dreaded going to work. 'What if someone found out? We could both be fired for what we did… if that happens, I need to say I was the one who initiated it and that he had nothing to do with it. That should keep him his rank and position.' She thought to herself as she walked to work. She entered the already bustling building and went into the office she shared with Colonel Mustang, grabbing their mail on her way. 'Love letter, love letter, memo about a meeting… letter from Edward? What kind of trouble has the shorty gotten himself into now?' She laughed inside her head, knowing if she ever called him 'short' he would try to beat her down… but she knew him too well. He would cringe and back away just like Mustang did; no one had ever looked up at her over the barrel of her gun and not felt fear. A second later she walked into the room and put her bag in her desk drawer so it was out of sight; she finished sorting the mail and made a pile of things for the colonel to read when he got in.
"Good morning Lieutenant Hawkeye… how was our weekend?" A voice came from behind her. She whirled around and faced Havoc, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"It was… fine… thank you." She said smoothly, as if nothing had happened to her.
"I beg to differ, but to each his or her own." He smiled and winked at her, two things she never saw. She shook her head and laughed just as Roy walked in the door.
"Hey… what's so funny?" He asked, setting himself down in his chair and folding his hands under his chin.
"Nothing colonel… here's the first-" She started before he cut her off.
"Come here… I need to speak with you." He asked, beckoning her towards him. She obediently walked to his desk and paused in front of him.
"Yes sir?" She asked, almost scared of what he was going to say. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, opening them again and speaking.
"I would like to apologize for my actions on Friday night; they were harsh and not thought through. I know you feel it is your job to help me to the top, but I wanted you to understand that it is my job to help you to the top too; you will be my second in command, my general. In those positions, you and I are impervious to the laws of the military, and we would be able to explore more of what we both felt without fear of being caught. Until then, no one is to know; I've already talked to Havoc and he understands the severity of this situation. He will not speak about it to anyone…" He said, holding his hand out as he stood up. "Can we agree to keep this between us, until the appropriate time approaches?"
"Of course colonel; I wouldn't dream of telling anyone. I wish to be present when you achieve each and everyone of your goals; whether beside you or behind you, I want to be there for you." Riza responded, shaking his hand. An electricity traveled up her arm and into her body, settling itself inside her heart. 'Yes Roy; I will always be there to help you to the top, and once we've achieved your goals, I will be with you protecting you from your side, not your back." She thought to herself as she let go of his hand and walked back to her desk, picking up her pen and beginning another long day of endless papers, punctuated only by the ricocheting of occasional bullets.
C'est Fini (Yes... I took French and I know how to use it!)