A/N: Omg, I am back with these little drabble thingies. Thanks to Fading wind for telling me to keep posting my drabbles (I was kinda wondering if the drabble phase here was over or not…). For all you fans still out there, I'll keep posting these until I get to 50. Which means I have to write more. YAY! All right, so this one is kind of a weird side-story to my REALLY OLD drabbles from the first set, those "Tales From a Desk Phone" drabbles? Remember those? Yeah. Indulge in the weirdness. Please review.

6. Roy x Desk Phone – Reconciliation

"I know it seems like I've been a bit hard on you," Mustang said, pacing up and down in his office. He was speaking lowly, even though the door was tightly and securely locked (Though nothing FullMetal couldn't break down if he wanted to… the colonel thought ruefully, but he dismissed the thought; Ed was supposed to be off on a mission, anyway.), taking great caution not to be overheard by anybody but the person he was speaking to.

Peter the desk phone sat atop Roy's mahogany desk, standing stoically upon his pedestal-like cradle. A frown was etched into his features: a long mar on its lips from years of abuse and severe hatred from its master…

Roy sighed. He knew the phone's feelings for him were less than warm and cuddly. And he couldn't blame it – if he were the desk phone, he'd hate himself too. But there was always the chance… always the chance that one could reconcile things… Maybe his relationship with Peter the desk phone could be saved after all…

"Peter, look, I'm sor—"

"Shut up, you bastard, I don't want to hear it!" cried Peter, his voice coated with ice and malice. "Do you know what you've done to me? Do you know what you've done?"

Roy lowered his head. "I'm sorry…" Flashes of memory from the Ishbal Rebellion bubbled up from the catacombs of his brain, and he grit his teeth and cringed. You thought those days were over… those days of unjust murder and the slaughter of innocent people… but no… they return again… You're doing the exact same thing you were before… You were tormenting, persecuting… And you're doing it to the desk phone…

For a moment, Peter could feel radiated waves of remorse and sadness emanating from the colonel. A strange twinge in the center of its gut rumbled, resembling something like pity. No! Master Mustang is evil! He's playing a trick on you! He wants you to feel sorry for him! Do not believe him! Resist! Resist!

But no matter how hard Peter struggled and screamed against it, Roy had taken the phone off the hook and licked it, his warm tongue gently caressing its spine in a way that made the desk phone shudder in both disgust and pleasure…

And then Roy punched in Ed's number…

-crazykitsune17