Disclaimer: don't own it, someone wanna buy it for me? Hmmm?

Rated: T

To Morbid Flower: I have no clue how many drabbles there will be, hopefully a lot, I hope…

To Booma-chan: nah, it's not cold here in Kansas, but the computer room is extremely air-conditioned, and I'm too lazy to turn down the heat, and I forgot where the thermostat is…

To Writerauthorguy: I hope you melt… nah, I'm just kiddin, you're great.

To fading Wind: yes, I know it's Serial instead of Cereal.. ;;; -laughs convincingly- by the way, the killer's name was Tony Tiger ((haw haw))

and now finishing up drabble number seven is number eight !

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"Brother! Brother! Don't forget your umbrella!" Al chased after me as I walked out the door, "You'll catch an even worse cold if you're wet!"

"For the last time, Al, I am NOT sick!" I say exasperatedly as I turn to take the umbrella. We had been arguing across the table all morning about if I was sick and should stay home or not. Usually under other circumstance I would've milked it for all it's worth and stayed home, but I had been gone for a while, and I wanted to see Roy. "I'll be back later tonight, don't stay up for me."

"Never do, brother." Of course Al couldn't roll his eyes being a giant suit of armor, but his voice was slathered with sarcasm. I just smiled and waved, then walked out the door. I open the umbrella as I step out the door. A cold wind blows against me as I walk down the street, seems like its going right through my coat, damn, why is it so cold today?

An old man is sitting in an alleyway shivering, he looks homeless, and so I walk over to him, "Here ya go." I say to him, handing him the umbrella.

"But why?" he looks up at me with confusion.

"I hate being cold, so I figured you would too." I reply with a shrug and return to the sidewalk, continuing my walk to the office building.

Is it just me, or is the rain coming down faster? And why didn't I get a heavier coat when I had the chance? I pull my unbearably thin coat tighter around myself. Maybe Al was right, maybe I am getting a cold. Just to prove a point I sneezed. The rain was coming down harder, I'm sure of it, and it's cold, not just the kind of cold that you can brush off at the front door, but the kind of cold that stays with you until you strip off your clothes and sit in front of a fire. Finally, after five minutes of this I turn a corner and finally come into view of the building. Never in my life have I ever been happy to see that place, that is, until now.

Only a couple more yards, not that far right, naw maybe a couple feet, miles, its all the same to me.

"Haha, great, now I'm not even thinking straight." I laugh out loud, then cough, giving myself a headache in the process. As I stumble up to the door I run into lieutenant colonel Hughes.

"Ed! You're back! You don't look so great, are you feeling okay?" he looked at me with concern.

"I-I'm okay, where's Mustang?" I ask, probably somewhat groggily because Hughes out an arm around me to assure that I didn't fall.

"Ed, you're soaking wet, why are you at work with a cold?" he demanded, leading me into the building towards the locker rooms.

"Don't have a cold, I wanna see the colonel, where is he?" I repeat to Hughes.

"Yes you do, and you aren't seeing him in those wet clothes, take everything but your boxers off, hopefully those are dryer then everything else you have on, and put on this blanket." I nod dumbly and begin to strip off all the layers I have on. Maes throws me a blanket and picks up my discarded garments to put in the dryer, "Now don't go running off anywhere, got it Ed? Ed?" I hardly hear him as I walk down the hall, only one thing on my mind, see Roy.

I near the door that leads to his office is closed, a sign that he's alone. Silently I push open the door, and shut it behind me, not bothering to lock it. He looks up at me when I enter.

"Edward, you're back," he gets up and walks over to me, "you don't look well, are you sick, Ed-kun?" he placed a gloved hand under my chin, caressing my face with gentle fingers.

Without thinking I pulled him over to the couch, pushing him into a laying position, and crawling onto him, feeling a sudden warmness. I exhaled, feeling tired all of the sudden, and felt him relax too, but then he spoke.

"Edward, why is your hair wet?"

"Because he's too good to wait for me to give him a towel," Hughes barged in.

"Hughes, it's not what it looks like-" Roy began, trying to sit up.

"Give it a rest, Roy, I've known for awhile, besides, you don't want to move, it looks like he's already fallen asleep."

"Heh, I guess he has…"

FIN!

Sorry it took me so long! My muse took an unexpected vacation… XDDD I'll try to be better about letting it book trips like that! R&R please!