Disclaimer: If I did own FMA, there'd definitely be more Roy and Ed interaction.

AWAKENING-

'Alphonse Elric, unemployed, had once applied for a State Alchemist's position the request however was retracted.'

That was it. The only information that Colonel Mustang's subordinates could find on the boy was that same basic description. Roy had racked through those few facts countless times. Perhaps he had missed something, some hidden fact that was in an undertone.

He could always ask Full Metal about it, but he concluded that it was unlikely that he should receive an answer. After all, the boy was hardly speaking as it was who was to say that he would reveal his deepest secrets upon question?

That was at least what Roy had thought up until the moment he entered the patient's room.

Roy's hand was still gripping the door handle when a glass of water was viciously knocked over and spilled upon his leather boots. He still stood in the doorway with a shocked expression stuck to his face as Edward bellowed, "I said NO!"

It appeared that his attending nurse was trying to give him his something. Ed however, was refusing to go near it.

She caught one of his flailing wrists and threatened in a malicious tone of calling the doctor.

Mustang then to his better judgment decided to enter and find out if his observations were correct.

"What's going on here!" His military-toned voice demanded authority as well as the immediate attention of those present.

"This boy-" the nurse grunted as she tried to restrain her patient, "-refuses to take his medication! He needs to swallow this!" As she spoke her eyes acquired a wild and frenzied look that screamed anger.

Edward briefly turned his head to face Mustang, "I don't want to take that putrid stuff! I don't need it anyway." His eyes seemed to beg Roy for some aid. Roy was fully aware that the boy did not trust him as much as his small stature could throw him, yet looking as he did now, Mustang wondered if he was mistaken.

Ed's panicked face gave him the look of a cornered animal, pleading for help in what he could not control.

"But, they are just for his supposed depression, are they not?" The woman pathetically nodded and was prepared to retort back.

"Then there should be no reason for him to be taking them. If he feels that he does not require them, that in itself should be a positive sign. Am I wrong?" Mustang prevented her speaking and nearly grinned when she reluctantly agreed. And before leaving, she told him that she would definitely repot to the doctor of this.

Roy quietly took his usual place at the chair beside the bed. He expected no thanks for what he had done and was surprised when Ed mumbled a small, "Thank you."

He overcame his shock and scoffed it off with his smirk, the one that seemed to irk the blonde to no end. And sure enough, the boy's cheeks flushed red.

A true smile flashed quickly from Roy and he continued with yesterday's questioning. Maybe today he would get some answers.

"So what of your brother?" He chose to start the conversation on something that Ed would be comfortable with.

"What of him?"

A small vein quickened its pulse on Roy's head. "What would you like to tell me about him?" When Full Metal made no move to reply Mustang hit a particular nerve, "I hear he tried to become a State Alchemist as you were. Why was that?"

Edward's shell looked to be cracking, "I don't plan on telling you."

"Well then, what would you care to tell me?"

With a growl Ed leaned forward until his face was inches from Roy's. Mustang could feel his moist breath upon his cheeks. "I suggest you back out now while you still have a chance. You're only a Colonel now. You should back out before you become too deep."

Roy unconsciously flinched at the words 'only a Colonel'. It had taken him years to even attain that position. "I don't believe I'm in anything 'deep'. Being a Colonel may be tedious, but there are no real dangers to it." Nothing that I can't handle… he added to himself.

"Nothing you cannot handle? Take a good look around Mustang. Corruption began the day the military was born. You are knee-deep in the evil now, but who knows how long it will be before the river passes over your head."

No wonder this kid was called a prodigy. Everything he spoke was in riddles. It amazed Roy that he and the Furher were not best of pals for their similar speeches.

"Mustang, do you believe in God?" Ed innocently asked while rubbing his sheets with his good thumb.

Roy snorted, "Of course not. I do not take heed in such illogical nonsense as God or the Devil." He never had and never would.

Edwards's eyes slightly glazed over to a pale white gold and his expression turned dead serious. "I don't believe in God either, but the Devil I do. And so should you."

Mustang blinked questioningly, "Why is that?" It would probably be some moral issue…

"Because…" Ed looked him straight in the eyes, "… he believes in you."

Roy literally heard his stomach turn as Edward said those words. His message may have been subtle, but it was there nonetheless. Something was going to happen.

Full Metal sighed and closed his eyes, "If you really want information about Al, talk to Winry Rockbell. She'll tell you most of what you want to know."

Mustang quickly jotted down the name on his folder and stood with a crisp nod.

But before he fully exited the room Ed called his name, "Roy, thanks again for helping. I feel much better without it."

Up until now Full Metal had referred to him as Mustang or Colonel. For some reason, to hear his first name Roy felt strange warmth from that one word.

"You're welcome Edward."

'I'm having an easier time writing this down. I can't believe Mustang actually got them to let me off the meds, feels so much better…

But one thing bothers me. The Colonel said that Bradley ordered him to ask me about the Homunculi.

Why would he want answers that he already knows?'

AU: That's it for now! I'm open to any comments.