From the author: Les Liaisons Dangereuses is a great novel. But my story won't be that much complicated. This is basically a triangular drama between Ed, Winry, Roy.

Chapter 1

Winry looked angrily at Ed. "What did you do to yourself? I thought I told you to not be reckless!" With the wrench in her hand, she was ready to strike.

"Cut it out, mechanic freak! I'm already hospitalized!" Ed complained. "And Winry, let me remind you this, NEVER WEAR WHITE IN THE RAIN! Cover yourself with something. I mean…I can see you!"

Winry, believe it or not, noticed it just now. Blushed, she wrapped her arms around herself. Then, she grabbed Ed's red coat and put it on.

"Hey, that's my coat!"

"Quiet, you cheapskate! I need it, or you'll see me you pervert!"

"Who are you calling a pervert? I'm only telling you because…" Ed began to stutter, because he did not know how to explain it. Was it because he cared about her? Nah! Was it because he did not want other guys to see her? Well, it was possible that some male military personnel or the Colonel bastard himself enter the room at any second. Oh no, not that womanizer!

"Because of what?" Winry spat.

"Never mind! That's not what's important! The point is, this is my coat and you cannot wear it without my permission!"

"I just don't want you to look at me when my dress is wet. I don't want you to see me!"

"I don't want to look at you anyway!"

"What are you trying to say? I'm not attractive?"

"No, that's not the point!"

"Then, what is the point?"

"Brother, please," Al interrupted. "Stop yell at Winry and let her fix your automail."

"Thanks you Al," Winry said nicely and sweetly to the giant armor. "Now Ed, be quiet and let me fix your automail."

Ed let out a sigh and closed his eyes while relaxing, letting Winry work on the mechanic limb. All three of them were quiet, strangely quiet.

"So, Ed, are you leaving Central?" Winry asked suddenly.

"Yeah…"

"Where?"

"Brother and I are heading to the East for a mission," Al responded. "Then, we'll head South to look for Scar."

"Scar, isn't that the guy who broke Ed's automail?" Winry asked with concern.

"Yeah, that's him," Ed said. "But I'll get him next time."

"So how long will you be gone?" Winry asked, with a bit of sadness.

"I don't know, Win. But it will be sometime."

Winry's eyes saddened. Not just because the Elric brothers were leaving, but also, she hoped Ed would act as if he cares about her. Maybe he should say sometime like Don't worry, I'll write you or I'll be back before you know it. Lt. Colonel Maes Hughes told her that boys tend to keep things to themselves, especially when they reached puberty. Perhaps Ed was just trying to protect her.

"Okay, it's all fixed!" Winry said while put down the screwdriver.

"Thanks, Winry." Ed said, quite exhausted.

"So, when's your departure?"

"Tomorrow morning," Al said.

"This soon?"

"Yeah, we have no time to waste."

"Oh," Winry was disappointed.

"What's wrong, Winry? You need something after tomorrow morning?"

"No, it's just…it's just…I heard that there will be a musical Broadway at the theater tomorrow afternoon. I want to go see it, with you."

"Winry!" Ed growled. "You know I can't stand anything musical! I'll be snoring in the theater, and you'll be nudging me and poking me. Then afterward, you would lecture me for embarrassing you. Besides, the tickets are sold out anyway!"

"Fine Ed! Can you at least act like you care!" Winry said, with tears in her eyes. She furiously stood up and stormed out of the room.

"Brother, you really shouldn't upset Winry like that," Al said.

"Ha! Knowing Winry, everything upsets her. Then she'll come back act as if nothing happened."

"But still…"

"Al, get some rest. We have a long trip tomorrow."

Little could've they imagined, someone was listening secretly from the outside.

---x---x---x---

"So, you heard everything?" Roy asked.

"Yes, Colonel," his subordinate, Jean Havoc responded.

"So, a musical Broadway huh? This girl really got some taste…" After a moment of silence, Roy turned to Havoc. "Are the tickets sold out?"

"I believe so."

"Here." Roy tossed Havoc a bunch of cash. "Go, buy two tickets, now!"

"Now?"

"When do I need to repeat myself?"

"But, colonel, the tickets are…"

"The girl who sells the ticket, she knows me well. Just mention my name, she'll do anything."

"All right, colonel," Havoc turned his heels and walked toward the door.

"And Lt. Havoc."

"Yes, colonel?"

"I want one first-class ticket and one third-class ticket. Go!"

"Yes sir!" Havoc ran out of Roy's office.

Havoc was one of the most trustworthy subordinates of Roy. He'll do anything for him, just like a dog that would never disobey the master. Plus, Roy promised him a date with a beautiful woman at the end. For Havoc, it was all worth it.

Roy did not reveal anything about his negotiation with the Fuhrer to any of his subordinates, not even Hawkeye or Havoc. Havoc was just being loyal and obedient. And with the promise of a beautiful date, he wouldn't even bother to ask anything to know anything further. Fury and Breda? They would just get in the way. As for Hawkeye, well, maybe it would be the best that she does not know anything. As far as everything goes, no one in the military knew about the negotiation. Havoc was the only doing whatever Roy tells him to do, and he was told not to tell anyone anything about it.

So…the Fullmetal is leaving tomorrow morning, Roy thought. Tomorrow morning…Right there, something came up in his mind. He picked up the phone and called Ed.

---x---x---

Ed was awaked from his nap by the phone ring.

"Hey Al, can you get that?" He asked sleepily.

Al picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Is Fullmetal there?" a familiar voice asked.

"Oh yes, wait a sec."

Al turned to Ed. "Brother, it's colonel."

"Tell him to wait a sec."

"Ha, that pipsqueak sounds so lazy!" The voice from the phone laughed.

Angrily grabbing the phone, Ed yelled, "WHO ARE YOU CALLING A PIPSQUEAK!"

"Hey, hey, calm down. Fullmetal, I'm calling to tell you that you are departing tomorrow at 3:00."

"You mean I'm leaving in the afternoon?"

"No, in the morning."

"Three, in the morning…Wait, THREE IN THE MORNING? ARE YOU NUTS?"

"Whatever you say, short-bean, but you are leaving three in the morning. And that's an order!" And he hung up the phone.

"Can you believe that Al? Colonel bastard just made us leaving three in the morning."

"Three in the morning, you sure it's not three in the aft—"

"It's three in the morning Al!"

"That's really early. I wonder what's colonel up to."

"Whatever he's up to, I don't care…I just hate him."

"Hey brother," Al said, thought of something. "Should we tell Winry?"

"Let's not. Or she'll be more noisy than ever."

"But we can't just leave in the early morning and leave her here!"

"True," Ed said, then letting out a sigh. "I'll tell her about it so she won't worry."

---x---x---

"So you got the tickets," Roy smirked at Havoc.

"Yeah," Havoc responded, handing the tickets to Roy.

Roy looked at them, a first-class and a third-class. Exactly what he needed. He opened the drawer from his desk and took out a creamy envelope. He placed the first-class ticket in the envelope and the third-class ticket in his pocket.

"Havoc, tomorrow morning, I will accompany the Elric brothers to the train station at 3:00. I will see them safely departed. Meanwhile, you will take this to their apartment at 5:00 am and slide it in from the front door. Do it quietly, make no noise. And here," Roy tossed him a dinner reservation. "This is your reward. Hope you'll enjoy your time with Therese."

"Thank you, colonel," Havoc said, happily with tears in his eyes. He was jubilant. "I'll do anything for you!"

Before he left, Havoc told Roy, "Colonel, about the musical play tomorrow, there will a fundraising in front of the theater."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, it's the charity for the civilians who lost their limbs from the war or accidents and cannot afford automails."

"Automails huh," Roy closed his eyes and smiled. Things are just too good to be true.

Took out a small piece of paper and wrote something on it, he handed it to Havoc along with his silver watch.

"Take this amount of money, and give this to the charity before the play begin. But do it after I enter the theater. Tell them that I'm representing the Central Headquarters with this money, for the sake of the poor civilians."

After looking at the number on the paper, Havoc cried, "Oh Colonel!" and fainted. Was it because he was so touched by Roy's heart or was he stunned with the number? Who knows!