ok. this one needs an explanation. there is this community on lj devoted to a future in which Ed has a son named Rowan. the fluff!bunnies multiply at a mad rate there...and they spawned this drabble, and i felt the need to impose it on you all. enjoy! -fireun
"Mustang!"
Roy twitched. There was something in the tone of Ed's voice, something familiar…He turned, caught sight of the rapidly approaching man, and froze.
Oh. Shit.
The gleam of gold eyes behind glasses…that silly smile…pictures clutched in a madly waving hand… "Why does this happen to me?" Roy asked no one in particular. There had to be a way to avoid this…
"MUSTANG!" Ed sounded so damn happy as he skidded to a halt a few feet in front of the older man, beaming. "You have to see these! I am getting damn good with the camera, if I don't say so myself."
Roy had no choice but to at least glance at the pictures, as Ed shoved them practically up his nose. They were all baby pictures. Yup. From different angles at times, but still just pictures of the same fluffy haired cooing baby. "Very nice, now if you will excu…" Roy tried to look like he had Something Very Important To Do and took a step to the left.
Right into another batch of pictures that Ed had apparently alchemically pulled from the air.
"Look at this one! Rowan took his first steps!"
Roy peered at an image of what was most definitely an upright baby…but from the wobbly look to it, Rowan hadn't managed the stunt for very long. "Shouldn't you have been helping him?"
"Then who would take the pictures?"
Roy blinked. Ed genuinely looked concerned. That was about all he could take. It was just so…out of character. The Ed of years ago would fiercely deny that anything like this would ever occur. Roy did the first thing that came to mind. He felt the smirk spread its way across his face, heard the chuckle, and watched the familiar glint spark to life in Ed's eyes.
"What's so funny, Mustang?"
Roy ran a hand through his hair, giving the smirk a minute or two for full effect before speaking again. "And I thought Hughes was bad…"
It was good to know his reflexes were still top notch. He dodged out of the way of Ed's punch, laughing outright this time as he pointed out the fact that Ed's precious pictures were in the process of falling to the ground. "Your pictures, Edward!"
Roy Mustang was, as ever, a brilliant tactician. As Ed swore and gathered up his pictures, Roy sauntered off, a massive grin stretching across his face.
love you all. cookies for everyone. fresh gooey cookies...