Eh, took a while, this one did. Not that it's long, just... We didn't feel like working on it. xD And yes, We know We totally skipped like a million steps in the examination, but did you want to watch him get his blood pressure done, or did you want to get back to the past? Honestly.

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Me and My God Complex: Well, of course they're old. People age. And this is The Notebook. Have you not watched it?

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part three: anger and defiance

The man stepped into the office. Edward looked up from his seat on the examining table. "Who're you?" he questioned, removing his overcoat. He'd never seen this guy before. The guy was youngish, and had dark hair in the style Roy used to keep it in. The resemblance was unnerving, but Edward knew it wasn't a relative.

"Sorry," said the youngster. "I'm the substitute. Let's get this over with, shall we?" His eyes fell to the notebook in the old man's hand. "I expect you'll want to get back to what you were doing."

"Yes, alright," replied the old man, nodding and sitting back.

"So you've had.." The doctor eyed his clipboard, eyes widening slightly before he looked back up at Edward. "Two heart attacks in the past eighteen months? You haven't had any since then, have you?"

Edward shook his head. "No," he replied. "I've been fine, thanks."

The doctor nodded. "You can go," he told Edward. "I'll call you back in a few days."

Edward nodded as well, getting up and throwing his coat back on. "Alright," he answered tolerantly, leaving the office.

He returned to the porch, where he found the old man still sitting waiting for him. He smiled, approaching and sitting down. "You weren't waiting too long, were you?"

The old man shook his head. "No," he replied. "Just long enough to get dessert," he added, holding up a forkful of cheesecake. "You don't want any, do you?"

Edward shook his head. "No," he replied. "I'm good. Let's begin, shall we?"

The whitehaired man nodded. "Alright. So what happens?"

Edward waved the notebook at him. "I'm about to read it," he scolded. "Cool your jets."

They'd arrived at the house, where Rose was pacing and fretting. As soon as her uncle walked through the door she tackled him in a giant hug, then held him back to examine him. His hair was dishevelled, and he'd managed to button his shirt one button off. "Where have you been?!"

Roy looked sheepish. "I was... at the house," he finished. It was only a half-truth.

Rose jabbed a finger towards Ed, who had come in behind Roy. "You were with him?!"

Ed winced. Now it was his fault? But it wasn't so, because Roy nodded. "Yes," he replied. "I brought him to show him. You find it boring."

Rose sighed. "Yes, but... Couldn't you have told me where you were going?"

Roy nodded slowly. "Yes," he replied. "Will do..." He still looked edgy, though.

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A few days later, Roy was called into the Fuhrer's office. He stood up straight, saluting politely. The Fuhrer looked him in the eye. "At ease," he said calmly, folding his hands. "There's something I would like to speak with you about, Colonel Mustang."

Roy tilted his head. "What is it, sir?" he questioned warily.

"Your relationships," replied Bradley calmly. "I have reason to believe it is possible to accuse you of insubordination, Colonel."

This made Roy jerk slightly. "Who -- where did you get this idea, sir? If it's not overstepping my --"

"I have witnesses," barked the usually-laidback Fuhrer. "Not only that, but it is pedophilism. You do know the age of consent in Amestris is..." He examined his nails for a moment before replying. "Seventeen?"

Gritting his teeth, Roy replied through them to prevent himself from mouthing off. "I do," he admitted. "And I believe you are --"

"I'm not mistaken," shot back Bradley. "Five witnesses, Mustang? What were you thinking?"

Roy bit his lip, looking down. "I... I really don't know," he admitted. "But I can tell you what I'm thinking now. Ready to hear it? Shut the fuck up. I love him."

The Fuhrer looked rather as if someone had slapped him across the face, and he stood up. "You don't know what the hell you're talking about," he replied calmly. "I do believe you have no idea."

"As if you do, homunculus?!"

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Yes, We do know Roy didn't know Bradley was a homunculus. But this is fanfiction. We're allowed.