Question: "When is Ed going to cross dress again? I thought that was the whole point of the story..." - feshnie

Answer: It's not the whole point; it's actually a small part of the story now. At first, that was going to be all it was about, but the story changed. And now I can't come up with a different name and I am reluctant to change it anyway. I have to say though, no worries, he will be cross dressing again. It's just the story has changed so much that it's not the main focus anymore. Even though I don't really want to, I most likely will end up having to change the name so no one will be thrown off. I like to name things after the main focus of the story most times anyway. Any ideas would be a great help. :) Hope I made you all a bit less confused.

Disclaimer: I do not own FMA nor do I want to. So yea.

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Edward sat down on the couch by the fireplace and growled. Roy was such a jerk.

"Why does he have to be like that?" He thought in anger.

He then remembered the events of earlier that day. He shivered.

How many times had the Colonel kissed him? Did he have any idea that Edward had never been kissed before that?

Had he had any idea how "freaky" it made him feel inside? And now, even after that, Edward was willing to help him.

"What an ass."

He hit a nearby sofa pillow and gritted his teeth. He felt like ripping the poor fluffy little pillow into little tiny pieces.

Fuery looked over to him and could not help but smile.

"Mr. Edward is having a bad day I guess?" He suddenly asked.

Ed growled as a drop of water streamed down his face and mumbled, "Yea."

Fuery put down his spatula and leaned backward against the counter.

"You know…" He paused.

"You could help me make dinner..."

Fuery figured that Edward was pretty angry, thanks to "that jerk", the Colonel.

Whenever Fuery was angry, he'd cook. Maybe it would somehow help Edward as well. He just hoped he wasn't making a terrible mistake by asking.

Edward looked up then sunk his head into the same little pillow.

"I don't know how to cook..." He mumbled.

Why the hell wouldn't Fuery just leave him alone? Edward started to think maybe he should just go into that room that he reluctantly shared with "that stupid man".

Fuery smiled.

"I could teach you."

Fuery was persistent.

Edward sat up and stared at Fuery.

"You don't want to teach me. I'm in a bad mood."

Edward was also persistent.

Fuery laughed.

"I taught Jẽan how to cook, didn't I?"

Edward ignored the last comment and buried his head farther into the pillow.

Fuery laughed and said,

"When Jẽan doesn't understand something, he can get pretty angry…"

Edward continued to ignore him.

Fuery was annoyed, "You wanna help me or not?"

Edward separated from the pillow and sat up.

"Do you really want me to help you?" He asked, almost in disbelief.

If Fuery wanted him to cook with him that bad, maybe he'd try it. Learning to cook may actually turn out to be a pretty good skill to have...

Fuery smiled.

"Of course…Otherwise I wouldn't have asked…"

Edward then stood up and stretched.

"Alright then. What're we havin?"

Fuery turned back toward the stove and said, "Steak and Spaghetti."

Edward's eyes lit up. It had been a while since he had had good food. Come to think of it, the last decent meal he had had was at Nora's house. He blushed and laughed to himself.

"Did I really look THAT much like a girl?'" He thought.

"Naw. She was old. Probably needed glasses." He reassured himself.

Suddenly, a towel was thrown at Edward's head and he growled.

Havoc laughed. "Dry your hair off!" He said firmly and walked over to Fuery.

Fuery then smiled and said, "Oh. Jẽan, you can go and help Riza some more. I just got Mr. Edward to help me…"

Havoc raised an eyebrow, then turned to the boy who was towel drying his hair. Havoc felt a bit jealous at this thought and maybe a little hurt as well.

"Alright then. If that's what you want…" Havoc responded quickly, trying not to let his inner feelings show.

For Edward, Havoc as all too easy to read.

Ed then rolled his eyes and yelled, "Look, Smoker man, I'm not trying to steal your little boyfriend. If you're that insecure then go ahead and go play house with him. I'm going to sleep..."

Havoc and Fuery both blushed as Edward marched down the hallway. He heard the sound of a falling spatula and a muffled cry for help. He didn't want to know about it and he certainly wasn't going to eat any of the food they made. He stuck his tongue out and made a sour face.

"Ick…"

He then heard some yelling coming from the bathroom.

"Stupid fricking pants!" Roy yelled as he attempted to pull them off. Edward peeked through the nearly closed door and smirked. Roy was standing on one leg, and hopping around like an idiot. He then quickly sat down, bending his knee and winced in pain.

"Aw shit you dope!" Edward yelled and slammed open the door.

Roy looked over to the steaming pissed Edward and laughed.

"Come back to see my sparkling nudeness?"

Ed growled.

"Just shut up!"

Edward knelt down in front of the Colonel and grabbed onto his legs.

"I don't care how much it hurts, keep them straight!" Ed commanded.

Roy growled. "And you complain about me telling you what to do…"

Ed rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Shut up…"

He then began to peel the soaking clothes off of the man.

Edward closed his eyes and blushed.

Roy, being a silly jackass, would not get off his butt to allow the pants to be pulled off.

Edward growled and tugged at the sides of the pants, right at the Colonel's thighs.

Roy, even though he was far from a virgin, blushed and got a few chills from the contact. He then decided that Edward needed gloves… Pronto.

Roy took off his Alchemy gloves and grabbed Edward's hands.

"What the hell are you doing?" Edward yelled.

"Just pull these on!" Roy yelled back.

Edward growled, "What, do you have some kind of glove fetish?"

Suddenly, Roy started to completely crack up.

Edward blushed a bit and growled.

"WHAT?" He yelled.

Roy continued to laugh and between his fits he said,

"You are… just… so damn… funny…"

Ed blinked a couple times and growled.

"You're an idiot. Now pick up your ass so I can take these damn pants off!"

Roy smirked.

"No."

Edward growled and closed his eyes as his eyebrows twitched.

"Is this payback for earlier or something?"

Roy rubbed his chin and smiled deviously.

"Maaaybe…"

Edward growled and gritted his teeth.

"You can get me back for it later. For now, stop being a jerk and cooperate."

Roy blinked a couple times then started to laugh once more.

Edward rolled his eyes and groaned, "What is it this time?"

Roy then blurted out rather loudly, "YOU SAID COOPERATE! I never though YOU would say that word. Oh this is rich…"

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As Riza took another drink from her glass of water, a loud slam made a few ripples in it and she sighed.

"Oh Mustang…" She then set the water down and smiled a bit as she listened to the marching of the half-flesh half metal-limbs.

"He's never going to learn, is he?"

She then stood up, pulled her shirt down, straightening it out, and watched the washing machine spin around and around.

She then smiled at the strange and "stupid" similarities she saw between the washing machine and the Colonel.

"Over and Over and Over and Over again…" She said to herself and took another sip from her water.

"You do it over and over and over and over again…"

She then closed her eyes and smiled as she remembered the first time she ever met the man.

Cocky, headstrong, fairly arrogant. He was standing next to a taller brunette man with glasses.

They had both just been transferred. It had been made her job to introduce them to the office environment involving tons of random paper work and taking orders from any random person at least one rank higher than you.

At that time, she had wished to be any other person besides herself. She hated this assignment with a purple passion. But she had to do it.

Rumors of Mustang's quick climb up the military ladder led her to believe he was a cheat. Wrong.

She never thought she'd ever consider him anything remotely good, much less a friend. Wrong once again.

He, was like any other militant officer, only… special. He possessed a power in which she had only heard about through various rumors of the office people. The power of Alchemy. She then began to believe that this was the reason for his speedy climb. Wrong yet again.

He was a brilliant man and she was quite impressed with his knowledge, experience and skills. She thought there was nothing this man could not do. In fact, she was so overly impressed with him; she invited to take him out to lunch. His response was a bit… well…

"How about I take you to this great hotel I've been hearing about. Free vibrating beds…"

The response from her was, shall we say, painful?

Riza, coming back to the present smiled nostalgically and took her seat next to the washing machine once more.

The constant spinning and spinning and spinning.

"Just like Roy. Over and Over and Over again."

She sighed,

"Yet…"

She paused.

"Even though he never learns not to do it…"

She sighed again and smirked,

"He wouldn't be the Colonel if he wasn't an idiot…"

She laughed at herself and took another sip.

"Over and over again…Just like a washing machine…Predictable..."

She then stood up and laughed at herself.

"How stupid…"

Riza walked up the stairs to the door and before opening it looked back at the washing machine. She stared at the spinning load for a few moments, then sleepily closed her eyes and laughed.

"Stupid…"

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