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The Shooting Range

After slamming the door she couldn't take it anymore. The tears fell but she didn't wipe them away. The knocking of her boots resounded through the street as she walks towards the shooting range. Although it is a late hour she knows Jerry will still be there. This hasn't been the first time she's gone to the range this late.

Many times in her anger (and to relief stress) she arrived at an ungodly hour such as this. The first time, a while ago, Jerry was hesitant to let Riza use the range. He had heard of First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye and he wasn't sure if he wanted to be left alone with her. But, as command would serve it, he had to obey orders from a superior officer. So, reluctantly, he had agreed. The got along but it wasn't until later that they had a makeshift friendship.

Pressing an intercom button at the fence gate she spoke,

"Hello Jerry." She simply stated.

"Hey Lieutenant, I'll buzz you in." The gate opened and Riza walked through the gates anger buzzing in her veins.

Jerry sat in a high tower that looked over the perimeter of the area. He hurriedly clambered down from his high perch.

"He did a number on you this time." Jerry stated solemnly. Riza ignored him.

"A few rounds please." Was all she said. Jerry nodded. He handed her favorite gun to her and the ammunition. She loaded and cocked the gun.

"The usual if you don't mind." She spoke rather coldly.

"Ok." Was all Jerry could say.

Resuming his position in the tower had set up the field for the first lieutenant. As he pushed the start button to simulate a battle, he shook his head. He had seen Riza show up here like this many times before. Let's just say they weren't strangers. She wouldn't tell him directly what was bothering her but she mentioned someone had hurt her, not physically as he originally though, but emotionally – physiologically. He swore if he ever got his hands on this guy he would give him a piece of his mind.

She would come to him so angry, filled with so much hate, that he was afraid she would blow up at him. But she never did. She saved all her hate, anger, frustration all for firing the gun. Each shot she made in this state of mind hit the target's heart time and time again. She would eventually break down and begin to cry but that didn't stop her from firing the weapon in her arms.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Once Jerry saw her rage had dwindled, he cautiously approached her.

"Hawkeye?" he asked hesitantly. She looked up at him through a watery gaze.

"Yes?" her voice hoarse.

"Why won't you tell me who he is?" he asked. He didn't expect her to resume crying. He jumped to her side and hugged her. Even though they were breaking code, both believed this was one instant when one could do so.

"Riza, Riza I'm sorry. I won't ask again, I promise just stop… stop crying." He whispered in her ear as she shook in his arms. At his words she gathered herself. Wiping the tears of frustration, anger and sadness away from her eyes she smiled a rare smile at Jerry. He had done this many times; comforting her. She appreciated it.

"Thank you Jerry." Riza's throat sore from crying. Neither said anything for the longest time. The two military officers held each other in silence.

"I can't tell you who he is because I know you'll try to hurt him." Riza replied quietly.

"DAMN STRAIGHT!" Jerry shouted, "He deserves a good beatin' after what he's done to you."

"He hasn't done it intentionally. He doesn't know Jerry…" Riza's throat tightened at her own words. Jerry could only sigh. He knew she was right. There was nothing either of them could do; it was against strict policy to 'date' another officer let alone a superior officer.

'Well I think I'm gonna go home now." Riza whispered to her friend. Jerry pulled out of their hug.

"Are you sure you don't want me to walk you home? It wouldn't be too much trouble…" he tried to persuade her. She never let him walk her home. She smiled at him sadly.

"I'll be fine." She answered showing him the gun concealed at her hip. Jerry could only nod.

"All right, just be careful. Make it home safely." He waved her good bye as he granted her access out the gate. She nodded to him up in the tower and he returned the head gesture.

Walking the streets alone and rather slow Riza took time to think.

Would life be easier if she just left Roy? If she transferred to another unit? Surely she could do that… she shook her head. She couldn't do that. Not when she made a promise. She had to protect him regardless of her feelings.

Riza sighed heavily as she realized she arrived at her house. In front of her door stood a man banging on the door.

"Hawkeye open up! C'mon, I'm sorry for not being here right away. C'mon Riza open the door!"

To say that she was stunned was an understatement. Roy Mustang, her superior officer and 'friend' stood on her doorstep shouting loud enough to wake the neighborhood. She wouldn't be surprised if he had awoken the whole block what with his hammering and shouting. She cleared her throat loud enough for him to hear and he stopped. Roy spun around to face her.

"Where were you?" he asked angrily. In Riza's head she laughed at the irony. He was livid with her.

"I was at the shooting range Colonel." She replied in monotone.

"Well you could've left a note on your door or something – " Riza cut his ranting off.

"Sir, forgive me for interrupting, but may I suggest taking this inside? I would hate to wake my neighbors up. Roy looked up and down the street as if he was just now taking in the fact that other people lived here.

"Right." He replied. Riza nodded and fished for her keys in her pocket. Sliding them into the lock and twisting the key to the left, she pushed the door open. The astonishment was not on her face but on Roy's at the scene before them. Her entire living room was trashed. Her mother's vase in shattered pieces, "Like my heart," Riza thought bitterly; glass littering the place.

"What happened here?" Roy asked dumbstruck at the sight before him. She shrugged out of her coat and hung it on the coat rack by her door. She didn't answer him.

"Hawkeye?" Riza turned around to meet his gaze.

"Yes?" she asked in a rather cold tone. Her frigidity didn't escape him.

"What happened here?" he repeated his question.

"I – I'd rather not talk about it…" she trailed off. Before she knew what he was doing, he had crossed the room and grabbed her fairly violently by the shoulders.

"You don't want to talk about it?" he asked enraged.

"No," Riza replied, "Sir, you're hurting me." No pun intended. At her words he dropped his grasp on her.

"Would you like something to drink? Water? Tea? Coffee?" she calmly offered.

"What's wrong with you Riza?" Roy asked with worry in his voice. "So now he worries." Riza thought heatedly.

"Sir?" She asked, turning to face him as she had made her way into the kitchen that was equally destroyed. Opening the cupboard to her left she rummaged around for something.

"What's wrong Riza?" Roy repeated. She looked at him, "EVERYTHING IS YOU ASSHOLE!"

"Nothing sir," Riza answered, busying herself by making tea, "Would you like some tea?" she asked. He shook his head no as she put a kettle on the stove to boil.

"There has to be. I mean every time I come over here this is place is trashed. Is there something you're not telling me?" "Of course there's something I'm not telling you! I'm in love with you, you friggin' bastard but you wouldn't care! You'd go on sleeping with your whores anyway!"

"No," she looked at him sternly, "There's nothing I haven't already told you." The kettle whistled and she poured the slightly bubbling water into a mug for herself.

"Ok then, what's the reason your house is destroyed this time?" Roy asked accusingly. Riza thought. She had no excuse so she didn't reply.

"Well?" Roy demanded after a short period of silence.

"I don't have an excuse sir." Riza murmured to her mug.

"What's wrong Riza? We've known each other for ages and yet you won't let me in this time. Please tell me." He pressed. Riza wanted to cry. She wanted to scream, "It's all because of you! It's all because I fell in love with you and I can't act on my feelings. It's all your damn fault!"

"I can't tell you sir. The only thing I can do is to reassure you that I am all right. Though, if you could take the liberty of helping me clean my house, I would very much appreciate it." She smiled wearily.

Reluctantly he did what he was asked. He fixed Riza's mother's vase not noticing the reddish tinge of one of the pieces. He helped her collect all the scattered papers and mend all the broken furniture. Roy looked around the now spotless room.

"Where's the mutt?" he asked rather rudely.

"He's at Fuery's for the night." Riza replied as she straightened the bookshelf in the corner.

"Oh." Was Roy's only reply. Riza turned to Roy.

"Thank you sir for helping me. This time and all the others." She smiled, "I am really grateful for your assistance."

Roy nodded and head to the door, collecting his jacket and winter gloves (not his ignition gloves) on his way there. He opened the door and took a step out into the cold night. He gazed back at Riza.

"You're welcome Riza."

Leaving her only his words of thanks, he left her in the doorway of her own home.

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A/N: WOO HOO! I FINALLY GOT THIS DONE! Man, I had the WORST writer's block while writing this 'cause I wasn't sure where I wanted this to go. Redsoul had requested for me to write a sequel to Riza's Anger. After forever of trying to decided how to write it I just sat down and began putting thoughts to paper (metaphorically, I actually use the comp ;) ). This is the product. I hoped you all liked it and thanks to everyone especially Redsoul for the reviews!