A/N: This was originally written for LJ's fma_fic_contest back in January. The prompt was "I don't want to kill you, but I will." Disclaimer: I can only wish that I had thought of FMA!

I would love to see Riza and Roy live happily ever after.

XOXOXOXO

Riza Hawkeye sat in the old wooden chair with her elbows on the table and the telephone held next to her ear. She was smiling, but she was clutching the phone rather tightly.

"Can you believe that this is finally going to happen? I'd wondered if it would ever come to pass." These words were coming over the wires from a phone clutched in Roy Mustang's hand.

"I'll believe it when I see it and hear it, sir."

"Come on, Riza!"

She knew what he wanted and smiled more widely. "I'll believe it when I see it and hear it, Roy."

"I wish that we could be together right now."

"We just have to wait for a few hours, Roy, and you know that it's against the rules. I won't break that rule. And try not to whine. Don't make me change my mind about this!"

"Hah. You promised me that you'd follow me into Hell, so I doubt that you'd change your mind about this!"

"This may turn out to be Hell. Smugness is not one of my favorite things about you."

He sighed. "I need you for this more than for anything else."

"Me, too."

"I knew it!"

She snorted. "Go get some beauty sleep, Roy. I have a lot to do in preparation."

"You'd never wait until the last minute."

"That's true, but I really want everything to be perfect."

"It will be. No matter what goes wrong, it will be perfect."

She laughed. "So true. Whatever goes wrong, we will make it right. And it really should not be that difficult to accomplish this particular goal. So, let me go, now. I'll make it up to you tomorrow night."

There were a few seconds of silence.

"Roy?"

"I was just thinking about tomorrow night," he whispered.

She sighed. "Have a good night, Roy."

"You, too, Riza."

She hung up the phone, her hand quivering slightly. Riza couldn't believe that she was more nervous than before even the Promised Day. She walked into the kitchen, where Rebecca Catalina was drinking a cup of tea.

"Are you really going through with it?" Catalina asked. "All the other stuff you've done for him is nothing compared to this." Her words were cautionary, but her expression had failed at seriousness. Her eyes were mischievous and even full of joy. And her presence was comforting.

"I never break a promise, if I can help it," Riza joked, sipping from her own teacup.

"So what do we have to do tonight, Riz? I can't imagine that you've left anything for the last minute or to chance!"

"Really, everything is as ready as can be. I'm glad that you are here to keep me company, though. I am jumpier than I thought I would be."

"That's normal. Want to play cards?" Catalina realized that her primary duty was to keep her friend occupied.

"I think that I want to go over my vows one more time." She pulled a square of paper from her pocket and unfolded it.

"Oh, show me. Show me!" demanded Riza's best friend, save Roy. "I hope that you are promising to obey him only at work! I wonder if he'll promise to obey you," she cackled. Rebecca then proved that her reflexes rivaled those of the great Eye of the Hawk as she snatched the paper from Riza.

"Hey! All you had to do was ask, Rebecca. You'll hear them tomorrow, anyway. And I can almost always get him to do exactly what I want him to do," Hawkeye grinned. "I could, even when I was 14. And now that he is in charge of so much for work, he likes me to be the boss in our personal lives. Not that I'd have it any other way."

"Oooh, good. So no 'obey' here. I don't know… Do you really want to stand beside him through 'everything that life throws at us?'"

"I do."

"Think hard before you say those words! Hey, Riz. Where is the most important vow?"

"What vow is that?" asked a puzzled and slightly apprehensive Riza.

"The one where you promise to kill the idiot when he finally screws up so badly even you can't let it go. Even if you don't want to."

Riza could tell that Rebecca was fooling around, but wow. She blinked a couple of times before replying in a believably comical voice, "Oh, don't worry. He knows that one without me saying it!"

She'd made an eerily identical vow long ago, and she would always hope that she'd never be forced to keep it.

XOXOXOXO

A/N: Thank you for reading; hope you enjoyed. Please review, if you are in the mood. Take care.