XD, I went through all my reviews for chapter six (five of you. Thank you), and found out soon enough that all of ya'll are in the same boat as I am. See what I mean? It aint easy coming up with ideas for these. I have numb fingers, so if my typing is bad, pardon me. - JaZzErDaZzEr

The idea for this chapter goes to gundams forever - Dedication goes to Albert Freiling for being the best damn dad I've ever had the chance of meeting.

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Broken Glass

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Things had begun to slowly shift back into place for the Mustang's and it wasn't too suprizing when Roy wasn't constantly at Riza's bedside. He'd started to tutor Jazmine in different subjects - though they were certain she didn't need it. She could already read just fine, and math was no issue. However, the thing that bothered Roy was the marks on her hands. According to Riza, they had been etched there when she was younger by Havoc. He'd told them that she was going to be 'a savior' many times, and had always referred to her as 'the bitch'. This always had Riza confused. The markings had gone away for a while, and unless Jazzy had carved them in again - there was only one other possibility for them to be there. Roy had spent three days training her, and testing her. Jazmine was good at what she did, and they used animals to hone her skills. Roy had told himself he would wait for a few more years before getting her into training.

There was no 'state alchemist' left anymore. They were alive; sure, but none of them belonged to the state. The military still existed, and you still had to try out to get in. Roy had been discharged, and Riza followed shortly after because she didn't want to be stuck with Havoc again. This worked in her favor, for Jazzy. The only problem they had faced in the end was each other. Roy missed Riza terribly, and Riza wouldn't admit it; but yet every story she told to Jazmine at night seemed to have a daring prince who was never thinking - and a princess who always rescued him.

Gracia had talked to the men that Maes had bought the medicine from. Apparently it had nothing to do with the fact that they didn't dilute it. More the fact that it had different results on different people. When she explained what had happened the man nodded and responded to her 'that's going to happen - give it a while and she'll be better. It's the healing process, that happens when they get rid of the poison.' and that's what Gracia had told Roy. Roy was amazed, to say the least, at the fact that his wife would be back. And Jazzy was itching to play with her mom again-but Roy had warned her not to be too rough on her mother anymore, at least for a while. Jazmine understood and went back to her training.

Jazzy was upset for a while; they wouldn't let her see her mom while she was healing - so she buried herself in the books. Roy had noticed this and took her hand, looking into her eyes. "Jazmine, your mom will be back soon, just try and keep your mind off her."

Jazmine nodded and looked up at Roy, Trying not to show that she was afraid. "I know, I Just wanted to tell her that I wanted to become an alchemist. Wouldn't she be proud?"

Roy nodded to her and hoisted her into his arms. "Alright, mom would love that, but we can't get into her room. So we can write her a letter. How does that sound?"

Jazzy responded eagerly and went with Roy to his office. He sat her down behind the desk, gave her some pens and some paper and watched her. She had a slow, neat scribe and it bothered him because all the girls wrote better then him. When Jazzy was on her second page, he took the first one -at her request- and read it for errors. Amazingly there were none-but he read it to see what she missed the most.

"Dear Mommy,

I know you've been sick, but daddy says you're getting better. I can't wait to see you again. It's been a week now, and I still miss you. Daddy says it's not the same without you here, and we both want you to come back, so when you get better we'll be waiting. Daddy says I have a natural talent, so he's teaching me to be an alchemist. I can't wait! I thought that might be something to cheer you up. But I can't think of any reasons why I can't see you anymore. Is it because they don't like us? I miss your stories at night, and the hugs you give every morning. Dad stopped by looking for you, to say he was sorry, but Daddy just set him on fire. He didn't die, which is good, but it was funny to watch. Eventually daddy got tired of seeing him and dumped water on him. Dad says he's not coming back anymore, and daddy said 'good riddance!" So"

That's where the letter ended. Roy was amazed at how neatly she wrote. He'd never seen someone with writing like that at her age. He'd always thought Riza was the only one; the Jazzy was good at it too. When she was done with the second half, he read that one too.

"I thought I would write to you and tell you about my week since you've been gone. I had a bad dream last night, and daddy told me it was just that-a dream; and dreams can't hurt you in real life unless you let them. That's why he's so sad right now. I took Hayate for a walk last night. He was running around at the park. I threw a stick and he brought it back to me! He's a good dog. I don't want to be a pest though, so I'll finish off my letter. Miss you mommy!

Love, Jazmine Rhiannon Hawkeye-Mustang."

Roy blinked a few times at the name. "Rhiannon"? Wasn't that 'Witch'? That must have been Havoc's doings. He looked down at jazzy as she started to draw on the back of the first sheet. Smiling, he leaned down next to her and watched her draw. She stopped and looked up at him, beaming. He smiled back and stood, picking her up. "Let's go to the park. Want to go to the park?"

Jazmine nodded and wriggled away from him. "I'll go get Hayate!"

As she ran off, Roy looked down at the drawing. There were five stick figures on the page. When Jazzy came back, he asked about it. "Jazzy, what are the people's names in the picture?"

"Well," she started by pointing to a short one with a long arm. "That's me. The one with the big-long body is mommy. And that's you next to her. Then playing with Hayate-who is the circle with legs-Is my baby brother or sister. I hope it's a girl, I want a sister." Jazzy hopped a bit, and then looked back at him. He'd forgotten about that, which was all the more reason why he made a bad parent. But at least he treated Jazzy like a human and not an item!

Jazzy took his hand and started walking out the door; Hayate's leash dangled around her other arm. He smiled a bit at her, and walked down the street. Jazzy had never known it-but Roy had something special in store for her. They stopped by the hospital where they dropped off the letter for "Liza". Before they went to the park, he took her to the graveyard. Jazzy was confused, and so she asked him about it. He stopped by the grave of Kali Mustang and laid a flower beside it.

"See, Jazzy, you don't have grand parents on your mother's side. On my side you have a grandfather. My mother died when I was young-so you are very lucky to still have yours. I almost thought for a while there that I would have to raise you alone- and I knew I couldn't do that. But I wanted you to meet your grandmother." he explained to her.

Jazzy nodded and stood beside the grave, laying a flower on top of it as well. "Hello Granny. My name is Jazmine. I'm your granddaughters. Daddy says that you were a very nice woman-and I'm glad to get the chance to meet you. I may not have known you, but I do now. My favorite color is Blue-because blue is everywhere. I'll take a guess and say that you like orange. Cause Orange is the color of the roses that Daddy gave you." She looked up at Roy, who nodded. "So you like orange. Were you a flame alchemist too? I know you can't hear me-but you did a good job with daddy. He won't hurt us like my other daddy did. And if he tries, then daddy sets him on fire. I like daddy, he's cool! Well, I love you anyway-and I'm glad to have gotten to know you."

Roy looked to Jazmine, who was playing with Hayate. He knelt beside the grave and said his own words. "I caught her mom. After 25 years, I finally found the woman of my dreams. The sad thing was that she was always there and it took me too long to realize it. I promise that I'll take care of them. Just like I took care of you when dad was at war. I'll be sure to treat them with respect-just how you showed me-and give them every opportunity to be who they are. I won't ever hurt them for my own will, and I won't let them down. Elizabeth and Jazmine are my life now, and I plan to keep it that way. I wish you were here mom...it was amazing at the wedding. But. I'll see you again sometime. Anyway, just wanted to tell you that your son was finally a man." he smiled and stood, finally having found closure.

"So where are we going now, daddy?" Roy smiled at Jazmine and ruffled her hair.

"We're going to the park, so Hayate can meet girl dogs." Jazzy blanched and looked up at him, then hugged him. Roy was taken off guard, but hugged back.

"I love you, Daddy." She said.

Roy merely blinked. He smiled and hugged her back. "I love you, too."

"What happened to your mommy?" Jazmine asked sadly.

"She passed away a long time ago. I was taking care of her for a while..." he drifted off, the memory coming back to haunt him.

As explosions wracked the house, Roy refused to give up on keeping his mother safe. It was far from silent, and Roy knew all too well that they were next on the map to be killed. The raid meant that anyone who gave them room would be killed. He held his mother's hand hearing the cries of children upstairs. They had the nerve to raid a church, which only made things worse. They had shuffled Roy's mother downstairs to the basement because she was one of the few teachers. The children were with alchemist-specially trained-but most of them were no match for the guns. Panicked, Roy let in the girl banging on the door. She was around the age of fifteen, which was good since that allowed her to have a gun in her possession. As soon as the door was kicked in-she fired.

One military man went down, two others came after him. While the blond haired, amber eyed girl was busy on the men, no one noticed the other man who fired at his mother. He heard the scream and ran to her aid, setting the man on fire.

"Momma stay with me...please."

"I can't...if it's my time...then it's my time." she murmured.

The blond girl watched on in horror at them, knowing the emotion all too well. She had lost her parents as well, to a raid, and only knew of what came afterward. He heard the distant scream of his father-who managed to get out alive. Roy stood still and tried fruitlessly to get her to stop bleeding, but his efforts were for nothing.

Jazmine watched him for a moment longer, seeing the pain in his eyes. She remained silent as she heard a man shout out her dad's name. The man came forward and looked Roy up and down. "Well didn't you get big."

Roy squinted at the man, then blinked and stared at him. "Alex!" he shouted and brought the man into a bear hug. Alex nodded and looked at Roy.

"So, brother, I see you have a family now."

Roy nodded at Alex. "Yeah, this is my daughter Jazmine. Her mother is at the hospital."

Alex's expression changed. "She wasn't hurt was she?"

Roy explained what happened. Alex shook his head. "Yeah...get this, Alex, she's pregnant too."

Alex gasped. "That's not good."

"I know," Roy added. He looked over Alex's shoulder to see Jazmine playing with another kid. A boy about her age. He knew who it was and shoved Alex. "You didn't tell me you were in town."

"I left a message at work, you never answered it."

Roy sighed. "I'm not working there anymore. I was discharged. You didn't tell me you brought Dave, when were you going to tell me?"

Alex shrugged and went to sit at a bench. Roy introduced the two, and then went to play with Dave while Jazzy talked to Alex.

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(Note: The bold ones are Jazmine)

"So your name is Jazmine, huh?"

"Yep. Jazmine Rhiannon Hawkeye-Mustang."

"Hawkeye...Oh, I know her."

"Yep. So what your name?"

"Alexander Nicholas Mustang."

"Cool name."

"Thanks. I like it too."

"Are you married?"

"Yup. Portia is around here somewhere."

"Oh. I bet she's pretty."

"She is. Just like your mom."

"My mom told me not to talk to strangers."

"They don't get any stranger then me."

"I like blue, my age is 9, and I grew up in East City."

"Amazing. I like red, I'm 34, and I grew up in Central."

"Oh. I like wolves and pancakes."

"I like cats and waffles."

"Do you read? Are you an alchemist?"

"Yes, I read. Yes, I'm an alchemist."

"What kind of alchemist?"

"Water. The opposite of my brother. Imagine that."

"Oh. Well it was nice meeting you, Uncle Alex."

"You too, Jazmine."

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Alright. It sucked. I know. I'm rushed again. Give me credit. The reason why this chapter is titled broken glass is because it's based off a poem I wrote. It's about how the pain of getting over a death is like walking on broken glass with bare feet. In any case, here's to you gundams forever, and Albert Freiling. Thanks - RIP. -JaZzErDaZzEr