Disclaimer: I don't own FMA or any of its charecters

AN: I'd like to thank all of you reviewers, you don't know what your reviews mean to me! Anyway, this chapter involves some "offensive dialouge" and some of us are not comfortable with that!

All of those who don't care, enjoy and continue to review!

Chapter 6: Spiritual Alchemist

Hours Later…

Riza awoke to the sound of the Colonel's beating heart. She raised her head off of his warm moist flesh and looked at the clock, it was 7 PM. She decided to let him sleep, perhaps now the young man had found peace.

She placed a kiss on his sternum, electricity sparking in her kiss. She rubbed the soft, silky flesh of his perfectly sculpted body, the masculine form tickling her fancy.

He moved slightly as if he was waking up, his dark eyes opening slowly.

"Riza?" he asked groggily, "What time is it?"

"7:00, sir!" she answered quietly.

Roy snickered, "You don't have to call me sir, Riza," he looked into her eyes, "we just fornicated!"

"Alright si- I mean, Roy!" she answered.

Roy sighed holding her closely, "You know the guys at work aren't going to let this go!"

"I know," she answered, "I guess the fact of me making love to my superior is a shocking story!"

The two stood in bed for a minute of silence until Roy finally spoke up.

"Do you think we'll do it, Hawkeye?" he asked, "Do you think we can bring them back?"

"Of course," she answered nervously, "I don't see why not!"

Roy sighed and wrapped his arms tightly around her, "The Saints aren't exactly the most 'flexible people you've ever met," he took a breath, "they're stubborn, hard headed, and not to mention self-centered!"

Riza laughed, "Sounds like you!"

Roy laughed along with her "It does, doesn't it?" he held her tighter still saying one thing:

"When this is all over, Riza, we can finally be together, and trust me nothing can ruin this dream!"

Roy coughed quietly letting her go.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Just a cough!" he answered, "Just a cough and nothing more, and trust me, nobody's ever died of a cough!"

She rested on his chest, hopefully he was right.

The Next Day in Meriwether McDowell's Cell…

Roy stood outside of the cell, his gloved hands wrapped tightly around the rusty bars. He looked inside and saw the one and only Spiritual Alchemist. Meriwether was one of the older AWOL Saints; he was currently twenty-nine.

"McDowell?" whispered Roy.

McDowell looked at Roy with cold grey eyes, "Go away!"

"Meriwether, it's me," explained Mustang, "Roy!"

McDowell shot up to his feet, "ROY!" he asked, "Roy Mustang?"

He touched Roy's gloved hand, "It's true, you are alive!" he laughed, "People said they you were executed in Ishbal!"

"I wish I was," Roy answered flatly, "I really wish I was! I don't want to live another day without you guys! It's been ten years, McDowell, ten damn years washed down the drain!"

"I see," answered McDowell, "you're here to get us all back, but as long as I live I swear I will not leave, not even if you drag me out!"

Roy looked crossly at him, "I see," he answered curtly, "then I guess I was wrong, you all are just a bunch of yellow bellied cowards!"

Roy spat on McDowell's face, the warm liquid running slowly down the older man's face.

"Fuck you, McDowell!" he growled, "Fuck you!"

Roy stormed out of the hallway, shooting daggers at McDowell with his eyes.

AN: I am terribly sorry about this chapter being so short, but the next one seemed like it wouldn't fit in with the rest. Well be on watch for chapter seven! Please review!