Erin: crying because Envy is gone
Greed: Come on, who needs that stupid palm tree anyway?
Erin: WHAT WAS THAT? beats Greed up
Amanda: Fullmetal Alchemist and all related characters, locations, and objects are not owned by either of the fan fiction authors. Ummmmmm, Erin, you may wanna stop before you kill him……
While Riza plotted Roy's untimely demise, or at least torture, Envy and Sakura rolled into the station in Central, the young girl still sleeping like a baby on the Homunculi's shoulder.
"Finally, we've arrived at our first destination of causing some chaos," Envy said as he changed into a Military Officer to avoid complications with train officials.
Still within the woven fabric of her dreams, Sakura snuggled closer to Envy, her arms wrapping loosely around his waist and her head nuzzling into his neck. She smiled and sighed contentedly in her sleep as the train came to a full stop.
"Miss Sakura, we're here," Envy said in a firm tone as a Lt. Colonel.
"What, where are we?" Sakura mumbled as she rubbed her eyes open and saw the blinding morning sun of Central City. "Oh. Here." She rose unsteadily to her feet, before falling backwards into Envy's lap. "Nope. Too tired. I'm going back to sleep." Which she proceeded to do, making Envy unable to move without picking her up.
Envy struggled to carry Sakura as he held her like a groom would when he carries his blushing bride over the threshold after getting married and entering their "Honeymoon Suite".
"This human ways more or less than Gluttony," Envy thought in his mind as he struggled to carry Sakura off the train without dropping her.
Sakura never once stirred as she felt Envy carrying her towards Central Headquarters, where, well, Hell was reign supreme in the office halls as Lt. Hawkeye tried to endure the agony of being in the same room as her superior officer as he lay on the couch, drooling and occasionally, secretly sucking his thumb as he thought of Lt. Hawkeye in his dreams. She couldn't stand the agony of listening to him mumble in his sleep and she would occasionally glance up to make sure that no one walked in to find the Colonel asleep on the couch, talking dirty about the Lieutenant and she sitting at her desk as she dug her pencil, deeply into the desk as she marked off the finished packets of papers.
"ONE MORE TO GO!" Lt. Hawkeye said through clenched teeth.
Once she finished, Mustang stirred in his sleep, wiping off the drool from his lip and taking his thumb out of his mouth and got up and stretched while being careful his sore butt because the pain medications had worn off. Lt. Hawkeye was more then thrilled to have his work and her work done for the day as she broke the pencil tip off in the rut of the desk.
"Finish Lt. Hawkeye?" Mustang asked as he leaned over Lt. Hawkeye.
"Sir, I'm finished, but..." Lt. Hawkeye held the newly sharpened pencil under the Colonel's nose, "one word of this and THE REAL truth behind your sore butt and I'll use your behind for dart practice," Lt. Hawkeye said as she jammed the sharpened pencil into an eraser that had "MUSTANG" written on it.
As the Colonel attempted to back away from the angry Lt., the door burst open to reveal an obviously disgruntled Lt. Colonel carrying a sleeping Sakura. The man lifted the young girl.
"Where do you want her?" His deep voice grumbled, sincerely displeased with holding her in the first place.
Lt. Hawkeye lowered her sharpened pencil and the Colonel was taken back by the entrance of the mystery Lt. Colonel as he brought in Sakura. Mustang moved towards Sakura and saw her eyes opens slowly, but the moment she saw Colonel Mustang staring over her, she jumped awake.
"SIR! I'm sorry for this interruption!" Sakura said as she struggled to get out of Envy's arms.
"I hope you are Lt. Sakura," Mustang said with a pained look on his face Lt. Hawkeye saw that a fight was about to break out between Mustang and Sakura, but as quickly as the Lt. Colonel had come in, he had just as quickly left the room without causing a problem between the Colonel and Lieutenant.
"Sir, your work is done..." Lt. Hawkeye said as she attempted to intervene.
"Thank you Lt. Hawkeye," Mustang said as he watched Lt. Hawkeye leaving after Lt. Sakura. "Lt. Hawkeye, may I speak to you, privately about the work you did," Mustang slyly said as he motioned for Lt. Hawkeye, "You are dismissed for the rest of the day Lt. Sakura." Lt. Hawkeye felt uneasy as she walked toward the Colonel as Lt. Sakura shut the door behind her, leaving the Colonel and Lieutenant alone for the time being. "Lieutenant, you said you were willing to do my work on top of yours, under one consideration," Mustang said as he slowly encircled the Lieutenant.
"Yes, yes and I'm true to my word," Lt. Hawkeye answered as she started to unwind herself of the tension she felt as the Colonel encircled her like a vulture. "What did you have in mind...Lieutenant?" Mustang asked as he started to eye the Lieutenant as he painfully limped.
"..."I don't sir, but if we are going to do something, there will be restrictions!" Lt. Hawkeye said as she pushed the Colonel back onto the couch.
Mustang painfully sat on the couch and attempted to get comfortable, but his pain soon went away as the Lieutenant made her way towards the couch and started to unbutton her uniform coat to reveal a black tank top with spaghetti straps. Lieutenant Hawkeye moved towards the couch closer and closer to the Colonel as he started to back up on the couch.
"Colonel...colonel...COLONEL!" Lt. Hawkeye said as he shook the Colonel awake from the nap he had taken, once more, after falling onto the couch from the pain.
..."Yes, what do you want Lieutenant?" Mustang asked as he maneuvered himself on the couch to avoid the pain in his butt.
"You men are all the same," Lt. Hawkeye said as she pushed him further into the couch, making him scream in pain as Lt. Hawkeye stuffed a rubber band ball into his mouth.
"Muff, huff...muff...huff," Mustang mumbled through the pain and the rubber band ball in his mouth.
"Men are such babies," Lt. Hawkeye said as she saw the Colonel fall asleep on the couch and she waited for him to wake up to talk to him about the "condition" of doing his work. She glared and the sleeping Colonel before a fairly wicked idea sprang up in her head. She left the room with an evil grin on her face and a blissfully unaware Roy still asleep on the couch.
Poor Roy! It was all a distant dream!