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I do not own FMA, nor do I wish to.

Hey hey, i'm back. And i've stumbled onto a few ideas. they're not even related, they just came at me! i think there's about 4 more that i have to work through. There's even a mostly complete sequel to this one! Huzzah!

Reviewing is nice. It's not like you're doing anything else in quarantine anyway.

italics are inside thoughts.

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Al's body was back on this side of the gate, same with Ed's arm. Everything was mostly good. Couldn't do much about the leg though, that was just going to have to stay like that. The only thing left before starting out on her own was to run out the clock on the last few months of her military contract.

But what to do while she waited? Mustang stopped sending her on cases where she could blow things up. It was mostly just in-the-office paperwork and in-town errands. Boring.

Very boring. Her mind wandered. A lot. She'd been productive with her spare time the first few weeks, figuring out a life plan and checking out pricing for shops. But now that that was done… she eyed Mustang as he came into the office. Not much else to do but pester her commanding officer.

To be honest, she knew it was because she had a crush on him, she couldn't help it, he was very good looking. And pestering him was so easy. Besides, she didn't know a damn thing about flirting and no one in the office knew she was a woman.

She raised her voice so he'd hear her before he could hide in his office.

"Is it raining again mustang? How's the fire thing working these soggy spring days?"

Hahahaha.

"FullMetal, I'm not in the mood for your crap today. In my office, I have an assignment for you."

An assignment! Yess! She jumped up and practically skipped into the office ahead of him.

As soon as he was through the door, he slammed it closed behind him, "Bad news. No assignment. In fact, i just feel like having you watch me do paperwork today so we're BOTH miserable. You're 19 and in a couple months you'll be out of this contract and you'll have to get a REAL JOB."

Ed was furious, "You lying bastard! Let me out of here!" She tried to throw him out of the way of the door.

He held his ground and shoved back. "No."

"This is bullshit! Let me out NOW!"

"No."

She attacked him without thinking, her right arm was still weak and she definitely couldn't transmute it into a blade anymore. She couldn't turn the floor into fists, there wasn't enough space and he was pretty close. She didn't want to actually hurt him, so she did the only thing left that she could, left hand punch to the gut.

And missed.

Or rather, he dodged. Which gave him the chance to grab her arm and twist her around until she was facing away from him and her arm was bent up behind her back.

"Ow!"

Her yelp startled him and Mustang loosened his grip a little, she took advantage, dropping as far as she could and spinning her leg out, successfully taking him out at the knees. He tumbled but hadn't fully let get of her arm and brought her with him on the way down.

She'd thought he was falling to the side, but at the last second he used her body as a counter-weight and fell on top of her. When the dust settled, he was on his hands and knees above her. Which might have been intimidating if she'd thought about it, she didn't. Instead she tried to knee him in the ass. It was an obvious move, and she let out a squeak as he sat down on her thighs. Her lower half now trapped and his knees were tight on her hips causing her to feel things she was not prepared to feel right now.

Ed shook her head to clear the blush and struggled trying to free her legs. Her right arm wasn't strong enough to push him away and just when she thought she had a good grip on his knee with her left hand he grabbed it and leaned forward to pin it to the floor at her side.

"What are these bandages on your chest?"

Ed froze. Then redoubled her efforts to get free. "Nothing. I don't know. I fell."

"Ed! I haven't sent you out of the city for weeks. What did you do?!"

She stopped moving and looked around, she wasn't getting anywhere and the movement was pulling her shirt up. An idea popped into her head. If she shouted for Hawkeye or Havoc, they'd come in here and see Mustang in this terrible situation. He'd get all flustered and have to let her out of the office.

Ed took a breath to shout and at the last minute saw Mustang's hand move to cover her mouth, she tilted her head up and away so he couldn't silence her and his hand landed firmly on her throat.

All of Ed's thoughts died instantly. Her brain frozen after registering the feel of Mustang's hand wrapping around her neck.

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Mustang came into the office, fresh out of the cold crappy rain and in a terrible mood. To top it off, there was Ed looking ready to pick a fight, again. How could one boy be so annoying? If he even opened his stupid mouth- Ugh. There it was. More comments about the rain.

"FullMetal, I'm not in the mood for your crap today. Into my office, I have an assignment for you."

He could see the excitement in the boy's face. Stupid kid.

Roy followed him into his office and shut the door behind them. When Ed spun around to question him Mustang cut him off. "Bad news. No assignment. In fact, i just feel like having you watch me do paperwork today so we're BOTH miserable. You're 19 and in a couple months you'll be out of this contract and you'll have to get a REAL JOB."

He was expecting the tirade and physical altercation, but wasn't expecting it to be so slow. What was up with FullMetal today?

Mustang dodged the punch and, while being careful to avoid the weaker arm, twisted Ed's good arm up and behind his back.

"Ow!"

Mustang was momentarily thrown off and loosened his grip. That shouldn't have hurt enough for Ed to make noise about it. Mistake. Next thing he knew they were tumbling across the floor. Now he was irritated and his pressed shirt was wrinkled. He sat back on Ed's thighs before the kid could use his automail leg to knee him in the ass. Roy lamented his lack of coffee, it was too early for this amount of effort.

He grabbed Ed's arm when it seemed like the boy might finally have a grip on Mustang's knee and leaned forward to pin it to the floor at his side.

FullMetal was turning red from the effort of trying to get free when Mustang noticed the wrap on the boy's ribs.

"What are these bandages on your chest?"

He watched Ed freeze. Then his efforts to get free became more frantic. "Nothing. I don't know. I fell."

"Ed! I haven't sent you out of the city for weeks. What did you do?!"

The boy stopped moving and Mustang watched as his eyes flitted around the room looking for an alternative escape route. Mustang wondered if FullMetal knew he was so easy to read.

There it was, Ed was going to yell and summon the entire office if given the chance. Better put a stop to that.

Mustang moved quickly to cover Ed's mouth but Ed shifted his head up at the last second and Mustang ended up getting a firm hold of Ed's neck. Which, fortunately for Mustang, had the same result: Ed shut up.

Mustang watched as Ed seemingly shut down. His eyes glazed over, mouth open slightly, short breaths, his will to fight was gone completely.

Roy was getting a bad feeling in his gut, things weren't adding up. From previous girlfriends he knew that this was a submissive reaction. He'd encountered a few women that were into that sort of thing. Thing is, it didn't work unless the submissive party trusted you because they chose who had control over them, it wasn't just anyone that knew the magic words. This meant that Ed trusted him, and likely, had a crush on him, which would explain the blush earlier that Mustang had brushed off as exertion.

Third, the statistics of finding a man that was submissive was significantly lower than finding a woman that was submissive, even in the gay community. And Mustang didn't think Ed was gay. Which meant there was still something off about the situation.

He released Ed's wrist and investigated the wraps again. They weren't covering any injuries. There was no blood and the tumble they just had, plus Ed's struggling, would surely have reopened any wound.

The bad feeling in his gut turned to ice as his brain jumped to a conclusion he wasn't sure he could handle. He leaned forward and investigated Ed's face carefully. Smooth features, softer jawline, no adam's apple under his palm.

He jumped off her and sat behind his desk, nervously fidgeting with a pen to look busy. Opting to watch from the safety of his desk as Ed slowly came to, her breathing coming back to normal, her eyes able to focus again.

First she looked bewildered, then confused, then angry.

"What the fuck did you do to me?!"

She was ready to stab him and he reacted quickly. He needed her away from him while he sorted this out. Searching his desk he found a request for a new roof on the dorms and handed it to her.

"Go do this. Now."

She hesitated, still angry but not sure what to do with his attitude.

"GET OUT!"

She jumped and ran.

His brain was a mess, there was no way he was getting any paper-work done today.