WOO! Chapter 2! I got the reviews I wanted…! Hopefully xD Either that or I got desperate.

Well, I love the beginning of this chapter to pieces. Ish funneh ;D

ENJOY!

Oh, wait, right. Disclaimer:

Riza Hawkeye and Roy Mustang of the Fullmetal Alchemist cast belong to Hiromu Arakawa, and only her. Not me, or else…well…D: HUGHES WOULD STILL BE ALIVE ::sadsadcrying::

Never Goodbye

She's in the shower… If Hayate barking was louder than the shower, so was the phone.

She's shopping… This late?

She's working overtime… The Fuhrer doesn't even let her work this late.

She's asleep… She would wake up at the sound of her phone ringing.

No matter what excuse he came with, there was some voice in his head that told him it wasn't possible. Something MUST'VE happened. And although she told him to only use it when he absolutely NEEDED to…

Mustang grabbed the spare keys to Hawkeye's apartment from the glove box of his car. If she was bleeding to death on her floor, she obviously wouldn't be able to open the door for anyone knocking on it. Or…or if a homunculus was holding her against the wall by her neck! She wouldn't be able to get it for him! Or…or…if…she…flooded her house! And was slowly drowning in her bathtub when the faucet wouldn't turn off! Then…she'd be naked…but…she wouldn't be able to open the door!

Roy's face was beingcovered in sweat by his paranoid and obviously untrue thoughts. Thoughts like, 'Black Hayate suddenly turned into a wolf and attacked her' or 'A giant flame monster jumped out of her fireplace and lit her apartment on fire' were overflowing his mind. If anyone else had known what he was thinking, they would've stared at him strangely and told him he was an idiot. But, of course, no one else was there, and hehad let go of all common sense earlier, remember? So…

Roy Mustang was speeding down the road to his Lieutenant's apartment while thinking of every possible way she could be dying; defying all logic and possibilities while he was doing so.

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He stopped right out front of the apartment building. 'This is stupid…' Looks like common sense had finally returned. 'I'm freaking out over nothing…' He put a hand to his forehead and sighed. Roy turned to leave when he heard a noise.

A crashing sound came from inside 1st Lieutenant Hawkeye's room. Then a groan and some shuffling noises.

Every aspect of sense that had returned went away faster then it returned, and he quickly stabbed the key he had into the door, throwing it open.

"LIEUTENA-" He stopped. There she was, standing upright and staring at him with huge eyes. A broken glass laid on the floor, next to a guilty-looking Black Hayate. "…Oh."

She rubbed her eyes, only to stare back at him again, blinking profusely. "C…Colonel!? What are you doing here?"

He rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. Maybe he could pretend to be drunk? No, she'd know he was sober. "Um, well, I was given a lot of flowers again…" She noticed he didn't have any flowers with him. How convincing. "…and I called, and you didn't answer! So I guess I just got worried…"

She sighed. "Colonel, it's midnight. I was asleep. You shouldn't overreact so much."

'Asleep? She'd normally wake up at the sound of the phone…' He thought. He stared at her intently; she did have some dark circles under her eyes. Wasn't she getting enough sleep lately? Maybe she was worried about something…not that there wasn't something to worry about. Hm…now that he thought about it, she did look like someone who was just asleep. All the signs, her hair was down and messy…pajamas…no shoes…

Speaking of pajamas, they both noticed at the same time that the top two buttons on her shirt were undone and the shirt was slipping down her shoulder on one side. Flustered, Riza grabbed the sleeve and pulled it back up, and Roy averted his gaze.

"Um…Sorry for…waking you up." He stared at his feet.

She sighed again. "You didn't actually wake me up, sir. Hayate decided to knock over a glass I'd left on the counter…Didn't you hear it? I could hear someone talking outside right when I woke up."

He froze. Had he been talking to himself out loud? How humiliating.

"Was there someone else outside or did I just learn of another habit of yours?" She smiled.

He chuckled. "Well, I hope it's not a new habit. Anyways…I'll just leave then…"

She opened her eyes as he turned away, buttoning her shirt at the same time. No need for something awkward to happen between them, was there? "Mm…Colonel?"

"Hm?" He turned back around.

"Since you're here, and I need to get some shoes before I do anything, do you think you could help clean up the broken glass?" She didn't really want to make him do work for her, but it was comforting to have him around…and she really didn't want to step on a piece of glass while barefoot.

"Ah…sure." He stepped back towards her, finally shutting her front door in the process.

She quickly stepped over the glass, heading back to her bedroom to grab some shoes. "Thank you, sir."

"No problem." He waved her off. Looking over at her couch, Roy noticed the pillow and misplaced cushions. 'Why was she sleeping on the couch? She's got a bed…' Ignoring it, Mustang began to pick up some of the pieces.

'Pick up the pieces…' He sighed. Sure picking up pieces of glass was simple. Picking up the pieces of his life would take much longer. He let out another sigh.

"Something wrong, Sir?

Roy looked up to see his Lieutenant standing in the doorway, same as before (plus a pair of shoes, of course). She had been staring at him for at least a minute before he let out that exasperated sigh. "Hm…Just…thinking."

She knew better then to try to pry further, so Hawkeye just bent down and grabbed the few remaining (large) pieces of glass. They both wrapped the pieces up, and the Colonel tossed it in the trashcan while he listened to Hawkeye yell at Black Hayate, finger wagging along with her voice.

They stood up slowly, Black Hayate had scurried away after being scolded. Roy turned his gaze to her face, and she did the same to his. Their eyes locked for what seemed like an eternity, then Riza broke the gaze when she realized he had nothing to say.

"You…probably shouldn't be here, Sir." Only now did Mustang notice the dark bruise on her neck. Just as he'd thought; that would need much more time to heal.

"I know. I'm sorry…" He replied solemnly. "I guess I'll leave now…"

She wanted him to leave. They probably shouldn't have even been in contact with one another, but…she really didn't want him to leave. It was much more comforting with him around rather than being alone and vulnerable. Riza wanted to strangle herself for saying it, but she said it anyway. "No! Colonel…Please stay…" She felt so pathetic. She didn't need him to stay – she wanted him to. No good reason to risk their lives, but she'd already said it.

He turned around, a slightly confused look on his face. After seeing hers, he figured she regretted saying that. "I…I'm sorry, Lieutenant. I should go." He smiled weakly towards her, and she smiled the same.

"Alright then. Goodbye, Colonel."

"See you later."

It would never really be goodbye. He would always see her later.

End Chapter

Or should it be just "End"? I can't decide whether to end it there or not. What do ya'll think?