Bad Idea
A/N: If you read my fic, The Most Painful Memory, I'm sorry for the wait for updates for BOTH fics, but I have a lot going on in my life right now.
Anyway, about this fic, I'm sorry for this Ed, but it had to happen.
Ed: "What 'had to happen'? If Colonel Shithead kicks my ass, I'll…"
Roy: "You'll what? What can a short-tempered shrimp like you do?"
Ali: "Both of you better behave or I'll kick both of your asses. Then I'll get Riza and Winry to kick your asses too."
Ed: goes pale. "No, not the Gearhead!"
Ali: "So she's scarier than me?"
Ed: gets even paler. "Y-you said you'd kick my ass too?" he hugged her. "Don't kill me, kill Colonel Bastard!"
Roy: he smirked. "Ali, you wouldn't hurt this sexiness, would you?" his shirt was completely opened.
Ali: "When did I say that was sexy?"
Roy: smirks. " You didn't have to say it." he moves closer to her and wraps his arms around her. "I can tell by the way you look at me. And how you won't kill me when I do this." He smirks more then pulls her into a tight hug and grabs her ass.
Ali: pushes him off then punches his stomach.
Me: "Everyone SHUT THE FUCK UP SO THE CHAPTER CAN START."
Ali, Ed, and Roy: "Fine."
Btw, thanks to all reviews and favorites and alerts, and reviews are much loved *hint hint wink wink nudge nudge*.
Ed: "Hey, you just said something."
Me: "If you don't shut the fuck up right now, you'll wish you were dealing with Olivier, Winry, AND Ali at the same time, got it?"
Ed: nods his head, terrified, and stays quiet until it's his turn to talk in the fic.
Chapter 6: A Secret You'd Never Guess
"Okay, so do you want to go in and drop me off, or do you want to just say I left something in the room then leave?" Ali asked.
They were sitting in Roy's car in the parking lot of the hotel in which Ali and the Elrics were staying.
"So I can spend more time with you?" Roy smirked. "But would we do?"
Ali, who was too busy texting to notice the smirk on Roy's face, said "I dunno, maybe hang at your place."
He lightly placed his hand on her knee and leaned in close to her. "Or we could 'hang' right now. That would definitely make the little runt go crazy."
She finished texting and looked up. She frowned at how his face was so close to hers that he was practically kissing her nose. "Let's not and say we did." She lifted his hand and moved it away from her knee in disgust.
"You know, no one would blame you."
She raised an eyebrow. Oh this better be good. "For what, exactly?"
"For giving in on the first date." His smirk grew.
"Yeah, but I'd rather not go to jail. And plus, you might actually end up being somewhat worth my time, or at least useful in the future." She said in a completely serious tone.
"Jail? For what?" He asked, confused as always.
"You said no one would blame me if I gave in now, and as much as I would like to kill or at least hospitalize you right now, it's smarter if I don't."
"Oh ha ha, not funny. You know what I meant by that." he said.
"Like I said, let's not and say we did." She said, then grabbed his head and kissed him.
It took Roy a few seconds to realize what had happened, but when he did, he leaned in and deepened the kiss.
She broke off the kiss. "It's easier to do this in the back seat." She said, then got out of the car, and in the back seat, seductively pulling Roy by his shirt.
He grinned wide, and followed her to the back seat of his car, where they once again made out, and she was, again, on top of him.
As they made out, his hand slowly moved up her leg.
She broke the kiss again.
"What's wrong?" Roy asked, thinking she stopped because his hand was less than an inch away from her ass.
"Nothing, why?" she said, as if nothing happened.
"Why'd you stop?"
"As I said earlier, let's not and say we did. That just made it more convincing." She said. "Oh, and this helps too…" she bent back down close to him, then put her mouth on his neck.
A few minutes later, she got back up again.
"Di-did you just give me a hickey?" Roy asked, putting his hand to the spot on his neck where she had sucked on the skin.
She smiled. "Yup, now Ed's gunna freak out. I might just die laughing at the mere thought." She laughed so hard she had to hold her stomach.
"You know, we could actually do it." he said with a smirk.
"Yes, we probably have the physical ability to, but no, we're not going to." She said and sat up on the seat the right way. "Now be a good boy and open my door."
"Fine, but did you have to get that damn lipstick all over my face?" he huffed, getting ready to exit the car.
"It's more convincing." She said.
He closed his door then walked around the car and opened hers for her to get out. "Shall we?" he smirked.
"Look like you had the most amazing time of your life." She said.
Roy grinned.
"No, no good. Okay, what if you think of you doing what we just did to Riza." She smirked.
His entire face lit up and he looked like a child that finally found Wonderland.
"Perfect, now follow me." Ali said and pulled him inside the hotel.
When they got to the room, Ali opened the door with her room key.
"Finally, where the hell have you be-…" Ed started to say, then saw the ever so messed up state of her hair, and her clothes, and her makeup. "What the hell happened to y-…" he froze when he saw Colonel Roy Mustang come in behind her grinning like an idiot.
"Hey Ed. Hey Al. How long have you two been here?" she asked with a smile.
"What the hell?" He, being the innocent child he is, had no idea what had happened.
"Roy, this'll only take a minute." Ali said.
"Wait, why're we here again?" Roy asked, as if he forgot.
"I need to get my stuff so I can spend the night, remember?" she said, grabbing a small bag.
"Right, how could I forget?" Roy said, with a slight laugh. He turned to the Elrics while Ali packed some clothes into the bag. "So what've you two been up to?"
"Working hard to find any more leads. What about you? Why weren't you at work?" Al responded.
Roy pointed to his face. "This."
"What happened? Does it hurt?" Al said, finally noticing Roy's shiners and fat lip.
"Bar fight, and not as much as it did." He smirked a little and glanced at Ali.
Ed laughed so hard he was doubled over holding his stomach. "A fight? That's what you're telling people?"
Ali was on the floor laughing too. "How could it be a fight when you didn't even try to fight back?"
"So Alphonse, have you found anything useful yet?" Roy said, trying to ignore the other two.
"Yeah, we're leaving in a few days." Al said, also ignoring his brother and Ali.
"What? When did we decide this?" Ali said, and quickly walked over to them.
"We would've told you if you were here earlier." Ed said, his tone was more bitter than cough medicine.
"Ed, you never had a problem with me having other friends before. And even if you did, it's none of your damn business." She said. "And when exactly are we leaving?"
"Brother, be nice." Al scolded his elder brother. "We're leaving in two days." He said to Ali with a smile.
"Okay, it shouldn't take me that long to pack." She said, and went back to packing the small bag for staying with Roy for the night.
"You're not coming." Ed mumbled.
"And why is that?" Ali said, turning around and putting her hands on her hips.
"This time it's more dangerous. We just don't want you to get hurt or anything." Al answered before Ed could.
"I can take care of myself. I don't need two kids to do it for me. If I get into a fight, I can surely hurt them more than they hurt me, and you both know this." She said, with an almost glaring look.
"We've already decided that you're not going." Ed said, in "you're not changing my mind about this" kind of tone.
"Well that's great news." Roy said with a smile.
"And why is that?" Ali asked, arching an eyebrow and crossing her arms.
"You can stay with me while they're gone." He said, smirking at her.
"Fine, Ed, you're lucky I can stay with Roy, otherwise I'd be going with you." She said and finished packing her bag. "C'mon Roy let's go."
"You forgot something." Ed said, pointing to a black case that way sitting on the nightstand.
"Thanks." Ali said and shoved the case in her bag. "C'mon Roy we have to go." She said, flirtatiously pulling his arm. She pulled him off the couch and to the door.
"Bye guys, I'll see you tomorrow." She said, before she closed the door.
"Let's go drop my stuff off then we can find something to do." Ali said as soon as they got in the car.
"Or we can just stay at my place for the rest of the day. We don't really need to go anywhere." Roy smirked and leaned towards her like he was going to kiss her.
"I'm not actually staying with you tonight. We're gunna drop my stuff off at Chris' then we can hang out again." She said.
"Aww come on. I promise I'll try my best to keep my hands off you." He said.
"And your lips too, or I'm staying with Chris." She said, crossing her arms again.
"Fine, I promise to keep my hand, and lips, off you, unless you want it." Roy said, holding his hand up like he took an oath.
"Fine, then let's go to your place." Ali said.
Roy smiled and drove to his house. When they got there, he got out of the car, then walked around the front of it and opened her door for her before she could.
"Are you really sleepy this early?" Roy asked Ali when she was in the bathroom changing into her pajamas at around eleven thirty that night.
"I've had a rough week, I need some sleep." She said, and come out of the bathroom.
Roy's eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw her. She was wearing short shorts and a slightly large t-shirt, but what made him even more excited was the black square-famed glasses she wore. The one thing he didn't like was that her hair was up in a ponytail.
"Should I get you a mop to clean up the drool?" She sarcastically asked.
"No, it's just…damn…you look so sexy." He said, and walked over to her and hugged her.
"Aren't you going to change?" she asked, not wanting this hug to last too long.
"Yeah, sure." Roy said.
Ali got in bed as Roy got some pajama bottoms. He went into the bathroom and soon came back wearing the blue pajama bottoms and no shirt.
"You're seriously gunna sleep without a shirt?" it was more of a sarcastic comment than a question.
"Yeah, why, want me to wear less?" he teased.
"Whatever, let's just go to sleep." Ali said.
He laid down next to her and, to his surprise (and delight), she didn't kick him out of the bed.
"Hey Ali, can I ask you something?" Roy unsurely asked when she was almost asleep.
"What is it now?" She asked, with a yawn.
"What's your last name? You never said it." he said semi-shyly.
"You never asked…" she said, then turned so she was facing him. "And it's Kimblee."
Roy looked like he saw a ghost. "D-did you say Kimblee?"
"Yes, and I don't generally tell people that…" Ali said.
"B-but…how?" Roy, who was still recovering from the shock, said.
"I changed my last name when I got married."
"YOU'RE MARRIED?" Roy yelled in disbelief and anger.
"Yes, I was married, but we got divorced a few years ago."
"Oh please tell me Solf J. Kimblee is not your ex." Roy said.
"Sorry, but he is."
"Why would anyone marry that psyco bitch?"
"Despite what he's done, Solf is still a good friend of mine. And he wasn't always that insane. I've known him for almost my whole life. He was sweet, but not a wimp, and not too lovey dovey." Ali said, reflecting on her life with him.
"Then what happened?" Roy asked in a sympathetic and curious way.
"I'm not quite sure. We both always loved watching explosions, but I guess his love for explosions took over him. I visit him at least once a week when I'm here. He's always the same person I've known for years when I'm around, but when I'm not, he's the psychopath everyone knows him as." She said with a sad smile.
"Does he want you back?" Roy asked, trying to figure her out.
"Yes, he says it every time I visit him. Well, not out loud, but I can see it in his eyes. I just wish the whole Ishbal thing never happened, so he wouldn't be as psychotic as he is now." Ali said with a sad sigh. "Sorry, I must sound like some lovesick teenager." She said, in an almost apologetic tone, with a slight sigh.
"It's okay, I'm just glad you're actually talking to me." he said.
"Why wouldn't I?" she asked. "I don't know why I'm even talking to you about it, but I wouldn't ignore you. Actually I probably would, but you haven't given me a reason to... yet."
"I don't know…" he said in a thoughtful manor. "But anyway, is there anything else interesting about you?"
"I can't really tell you anything else." She said, and tried to think of something she could tell him. "Um…I guess just ask me about whatever you want to know and I'll answer if I can."
"Okay, um…since you said you sounded like a lovesick teenager, does that mean you still want to be with the psycho?" he asked.
"That's not what I meant when I said that, but he's been my best friend for pretty much all my life, and I do still love him as a friend, but I don't think I could ever go back to him." she truthfully answered.
"How can you already have been married and divorced when you're only nineteen years old?" Roy asked.
"I was either sixteen or seventeen when we got married, and we were married for almost two years, so I wasn't as young as you'd think." She said. "Do you have any questions that don't have anything to do with my ex or my divorce? I really don't think you're ever gunna understand it."
"Actually, I kind of get it. I still can't believe someone like you would even consider being friends with someone like him, but I know what it's like to practically grow up with someone and become their best friend." Roy said. "So anyway, um, what do you like to do for fun?"
"I know about you growing up with Riza, she mentioned it once. And I like to skateboard, read, play videogames, watch movies, and party." She said.
"Even though you're not in college, you party like you are, right?" he jokingly said.
"Actually, I don't really go to that kind of parties. The parties I go to are more like just hanging out with friends." Ali said. "I don't like being around too many idiots at one time, except for my friends, but they're idiots in a funny way, not an annoying way."
"Sounds fun" Roy said. "I've never really liked the stupid college-type parties either. If anything, I'll just hang out at a bar with the guys."
They talked for hours about almost everything there is to know about each other, except for what she "couldn't" tell him.