A/N- This was written for the fma_fic_contest Prompt 95- Family (word limit 250)
Roy's childhood and teen years continue to fascinate me. I've mostly explored his years at the Hawkeye household (Roy and Riza: Year One), and this is only my second short pants!Roy fic. I hope that this fic doesn't seem like a copy of other Roy and Chris beginnings fics. Certain things seem like givens. Roy must have been traumatized, and his arrival at Chris' was probably quite unwelcome. But, really, ask Arakawa, 'cause she's the owner of FMA.
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Chris had left home at fifteen with no love lost between herself and the parents and brother she'd left behind. The employment opportunities for a fifteen-year-old had been limited, but talents as a whore and later as a spy had served her well. She'd forged a life as a free and independent woman and liked it that way.
She stared at the small boy she had reluctantly collected from Family Services and contemplated the many efforts she had put into not becoming a mother. The dark almond eyes that stared (but not at her) looked vacant, reminding her of the junkies that had hung around some of the early houses she had worked at. The boy had not spoken. Chris believed that his young mind had somehow self-anesthetized. That was a small mercy. For now.
The witch at Family Services had sized her up and not-so-subtly hinted that she could (should!) surrender the boy to them. It wasn't a bad idea, so she couldn't quite put her finger on why she hadn't. A kid was the last thing she needed. What do you even feed a kid? Her icebox was practically bare since she ate most of her meals at the bar.
There was orange juice at the bar! She moved into the boy's line of sight and extended her hand. "C'mon Roy-Boy. Let's you and me have some O.J. and figure this out."
Was that was a flash deep in the almond eyes?
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A/N- Thanks for reading. Did anyone make a New Year's resolution to review? Oh, well. Happy New Year, anyway! XD