REMEMBRANCE
Once, Cain Fury had been relatively carefree. Once he had not really worried about anyone, at least not to the extent he did now. Now he could barely sleep at night, for fear that something more would happen to his beloved.
Not that Roy knew he was that, of course. Fury didn't think he would ever be able to confess that particular piece of information. He knew he was FAR from being Mustang's type. He was nowhere near pretty enough, strong enough, manly enough. He still fell short of being girly enough, for that matter. That sort of summed Fury up, when he thought about it.
Always somewhere in the middle. Neither good nor bad enough to be of any interest to anyone.
When he had first seen Mustang, right after he had lost his eye, he hadn't known what to do. The sheer panic he had felt upon seeing that beautiful face so covered was beyond anything he had ever felt before. It wasn't until it had been made clear that Roy would be otherwise fine - and by Roy himself, no less - that the feeling began to subside. Up until that point, Fury had always thought Roy was invincible, that nothing could ever hurt him. It had been a harsh way to find out that, just like everyone else, Roy really was only human.
Fury turned over in his bed, shunting the memory from his head. He didn't like to think of that time, didn't like the way the remembrance would force itself upon him, without warning in the dead of night. He looked at the photo he kept on the bedside stand. It was so long ago that it had been taken. So much had happened since then. All of them together, with nothing more to worry about than the usual day-to-day worries of the military. Fury remembered how frightened he had felt, having his photo taken standing right next to the Lieutenant Colonel. Since then they had lost one of the members, and nearly lost another.
He reached a hand out, one finger lightly brushing the glass of the frame, running the length of Mustangs body. Up, down. Up, down. This was the closest Fury would ever be able to get to touching him. To really touching him.
How much would I give to have Roy whisper in my ear? To have him brush my shoulder, stroke my hair, tell me I look good with glasses?
God, I wish I wasn't so weak. I wish I could share with Roy what I want to. I wish I could tell him everything. But people like me don't get the fairy tale endings.