Cute little fluff story now; please be aware of the end of series spoilers in this one. This was written for Theme One, which is 'Uniform'.I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist.

Jean found it both heartbreaking and endearing that Roy always seemed to feel unsafe after the coup, even as he slept. Sometimes the tossing and turning became so bad that Jean was forced to wake his former commander to make him aware of the nervous reflex, only to have him once again fall asleep and resume the unwitting action anew.

Roy never took off the eye patch, even as he slept with Jean's arms around his waist, even as the two of them made love and if Jean ever made a move to remove the patch Roy had a habit of shying away, jerking his head from the gentle touch or distracting with a kiss or gentle caress. Roy had never really slept peacefully; too much paranoia for any noise that broke the silence survived in his mind, thanks to the Ishvar Rebellion. The nightmares had simply reached a new level of extreme, and of guilt. There was nothing that Jean could do, aside from waking the older man and holding him until he fell back into slumber. Everything seemed different, even the how Roy behaved; Roy had never worn pyjamas to bed before, as long as they had been together; he'd simply slide under the covers naked, bare skin pressed to bare skin, a tender contrast to those old lovers that simply came and went. Now, Havoc had the plastic buttons and rough cotton pressed to his skin, but Roy's hand stayed warm and soft in his own. When he was at work and Roy was left alone in their bed in his pale blue hospital pyjamas with fingers chilled and clenched into his palm. There was nothing he could do to salvage Roy from the nightmares while he wasn't there.

At least, he had thought there wasn't.

Roy had always been one for regularity; he had always been well prepared for the out-of-ordinary but had not cared for being surprised. The uniform - and Jean - had always been his means of anchoring himself. When Jean had arrived home on that rainy afternoon, tired and irritable from the office and a new commanding officer (who in his opinion paled in comparison to Roy thank-you-very-much) he had found Roy curled up on their bed, hair leaving a damp spot on the pillow as he slept quietly, wrapped in Jean's own spare uniform jacket. The jacket was too big for him by far, but he seemed comfortable sleeping in it, with the damp blue pyjama pants on his bottom half and the jacket wrapped around his torso.

Jean grinned, shed his large black overcoat and sat on the bed next to Roy, running his fingertips idly through the back of his lover's dark hair as Roy finally stirred and woke. He shifted away from the large hand stroking his hair and instead rolled to rest his head on Havoc's thigh.

"Sleep well, Chief?" Havoc grinned, resting his hand delicately on Roy's bruised shoulder. Roy nodded against Havoc's leg and then rolled away to allow Jean enough space to strip off his uniform and be left in his boxers and black undershirt.

Havoc smiled and slid into bed next to Roy, who curled around him immediately and whispered softly in his ear.

"Kiss me."

Jean nodded, cradled the back of Roy's neck with his left hand a pressed a gentle kiss to Roy's lips, a deeper display of love and devotion beyond words.

There were no nightmares that night, just Jean and Roy, bare skin on skin and a regular routine partly restored to the uniformly norm.

Change wasn't always a bad thing when you had the people you loved to support you.

END

For my Spades. Love you, hon! Comments, anyone?