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Ch. 4

Later that night, Sam found herself seated at a bar, flicking rolled up pieces of napkins at her brother. He was too drunk to object anyway, and it was getting boring. She'd noticed a few things about his friends. Breda got drunk on only a few drinks, despite his size, Havoc was much more interesting once he'd had a few, and Fuery was positively adorable when he had nothing holding him back.

"No, no," Havoc was mumbling out drunkenly. "Hawkeye's hot." Sam closed her eyes and groaned. What did that have to do with how well she could shoot? This conversation was all over the place. "I agree!" Roy said, raising his glass, spilling beer all over the bar. The group got rowdy, arguing over who the hottest woman in the military was. She got up and walked toward the bathroom. "Sam's the hottest!" she heard Fuery scream. "She doesn't count, she's not in the military!"

Samantha was thinking about walking right out of the bar when she saw someone sitting in a booth. She walked closer, making sure she wasn't seeing things. "Mrs. Hawkeye?" The blonde haired sharp-shooter looked up, smiling nervously. "It seems I've been seen," she said, motioning for her to sit. Sam plopped down across from her, sighing. "I can't deal with them any more," she said, pulling her hair back into a ponytail. "They're like children!" Riza chuckled.

After a few awkward seconds of silence, Samantha spoke up again. "Riza, did you really think I was Roy's girlfriend?" she asked. Riza's cheeks darkened as she looked at the table. "I'm sorry to say that I did."

"You were jealous."

"I was not!"

"Yeah, you were."

Sigh. "Yes, I suppose I was."

"You like him! You like my brother!"

Silence.

"Aw, Riza," she cooed. "That's so cute!" The blonde women crossed her arms on the table. "I've known Roy longer than most," she confessed. "So I've had time to get used to him." Samantha had a thought. "You've known him for a while?" she asked. Riza nodded, glancing over at her drunk friends. "Has he ever mentioned me? Ever?" her eyes were so full of hope that Riza felt sorry for her. "Once," she said, and Sam's eyes literally lit up. "When he was my father's apprentice I remember talking about our families."

-Flashback-

"Why haven't I ever seen your mom?" A young Roy Mustang asked a tiny Riza. Riza was sitting on a swing in her backyard, her short blonde hair billowing as she swung. "She doesn't live with us," she told him calmly. "It's just me and Daddy." Roy watched her carefully as she swung back and forth. His teacher had left for the day, leaving Roy in charge of the house as well as young, fragile, little Riza.

"What about you?" her small voice interrupted his thoughts. "Huh?" He raised a dark brow at her, giving her another push on the swing. "Do you have a mommy?" He nodded. "But my Dad left when I was little. It was just me, my mom, and my sister before I left." He thought of his little sister, still only a baby, and his poor mother back at home. "I wish I had a little sister," Riza whined, making Roy chuckle. "Samantha's annoying," he said. "She's only a year old and all she does is cry and she smells bad too." He wrinkled his nose at the thought. "But you can't tell anyone about her," he said, looking at her sternly. "Why?" Riza asked, stopping the swing. Roy gave her no answer, but walked toward the house. "C'mon, it's time for lunch." Riza hopped off the swing and followed after the raven-haired boy.

-End Flashback-

Riza watched for Samantha's reaction, but the younger girl just stared down at the table. "Samantha, why did he want to keep you a secret?" she asked. Samantha shrugged, standing up. "I think it's time I headed home," she said suddenly. She waved a goodbye to Riza and walked over the bar, breaking up her brother and his friends' fun.

OK, so I'm sort of happy with the way this chapter came out. I had a hard time with it, but I think it's alright. Obviously I'm going with the mangaverse here, with the whole Roy being Riza's dad's student. Thanks for reading!!! R&R please!!!