During that night, Roy woke with a shout. He was covered in sweat and he was panting. His heart pounded and he looked around frantically. He wasn't in the Rebellion, he was in his room. He was in his bed, with his loved one. He wasn't there, not anymore. He tried to get control of his breathing, and he suddenly realized he was being watched. Alex sat up,

"Roy?" He glanced over at her, and he continued to try to control his breathing. She reached for his hand, and when she grabbed it, he flinched. He looked at her with a distant look, like he didn't regonize her for a split second, then he came back to Earth, and he glanced at her applogetically.

"I'..I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up...Go back to sleep, I'm alright." He then got up, and he wandered towards her bathroom. He closed the door behind him, and he leaned on the counter. He looked at his disguntled face in the mirror. He ran a hand through his hair, and he slowly ran some water to splash on his face. As he did, he stared into the mirror, and he swore he saw the eyes of those he killed there. He stumbled back, into a wall. He closed his eyes, and he looked again. He saw only a very sad man, with a very sad past. He breathed again, and he rubbed his eyes,

"Get a grip, Mustang, this isn't normal." He slowly cleared his vision, and he walked back to the sink, and he looked into the mirror for a long time, and he then staggered back again as he dream came back to him. He yelled as he imagined someone reached for his face, and he hit the wall and fell to the floor. Outside the bathroom, Alex heard the crash and ran for the door. He'd locked it, she got her gun, and she shot through the lock, causing a shout to come from inside. When she got the door open, she found him on the floor and he looked so lost. He didn't know what the noise was, and he'd apparently dove for the floor when the gun was fired. She knelt quickly noticing his flinch, she realized she still had her gun. She held her hands up, and she put it on the floor, away from him. He nodded, and she got closer.

"Roy, talk to me. What's wrong?" He mumbled something she couldn't understand, only being able to make out, "East", "Hughes" and "why?" That little bit made her know what was wrong. Guilt.

"I should have been there..He died because of me." She shook her head,

"Listen to me, Roy Mustang, you did not kill Maes Hughes. You didn't contribute to his death, and there is no reason for you to feel so bad." He shook his head, and he yelled at her,

"You don't know that! Do you know the awful things I've done?! Why shouldn't I have contributed to his death!? I contributed to theirs!" Theirs? Oh, the ones from the Ishbal. She figured. She tried to reach out for him, and he swatted her away. She looked down, hurt. She stood and she picked up her gun. She walked back to her room, and he followed.

"Why do you care? Want to hang around so you die too? Everyone close to me dies." She looked back at him. She put the gun down on a table, and she spoke, calmly,

"If I die, then so be it." He apparently didn't like that answer, because he advanced quickly on her, causing her to fall to the floor when he brushed her too swiftly and too hard,

"YOU DO NOT GET IT! If you hang around me, you are going to die!" She looked up at him from her spot on the floor,

"You act like I've never faced death before, Roy."

"You haven't! Barely if anything! Some mission, small shit, I promise." She then lost her calm a little bit more, jerking the bangs of her hair to the side, revealing the large gash unknown to most people.

"Remember this!?" Then she removed her long hair from the back of her neck, revealing another. Those on her head matched the ones on her leg and her side.

"Barry. Remember him? The scary ass motherfucker with the butcher knife?!" She then stood to her full height, and she shoved him back. He stumbled back, and hit a wall. He'd forgotten all of that. He got so caught up in himself that he forgot others sometimes, which was alright, when the others weren't her.

"Do you think your the only one who misses Maes? I hadn't talked to a man without fear since Barry before I met him. I lived with him, and watched his daughter, him and his wife be a real family, something I never had. I lived with old people who taught me how to fix flowers with alchemy, and how to fix animals together. They made me want to live, to have that with someone, then I met you, figured that someone might and could possibly be you. I love you, Roy Mustang, with your fucking crazy moments, and your alcohollically brought on depression. Your life's beens shitty too, sure, but you have to keep living. And if you won't, then I guess I don't know what to tell you, because I intend to, and I'd love to have you along for the ride." He stood there, blankly starring. She walked closer to him, and she looked him in the eyes,

"Did you hear a word I said, Roy?" She said quietly. No responce. She sighed, looked over her shoulder, looked back quickly and let her backhand connect with his jaw. He grunted, and he stumbled back a bit. He blinked and he ran to her, and embraced her.

"I'm sorry..." She felt wetness hit her shoulder, and she threw her arms around him,

"Oh God! Roy don't cry! Please don't..I will too if you do." He looked at her, his beautiful onyx eyes filled with the sadness of the world. She felt her own eyes well and spill onto her lap as his expelled to his own.

"Please Roy, don't cry anymore." He closed his eyes, and let them fall to the floor. She lifted his head, and he darted his gaze away.

"Roy?"

"I'm a disgrace of a human being. I don't care about anyone, not even you apparently."

"No, Roy, you get caught up in yourself, and that's alright, it happens to us all. You are an amazing person, and you shouldn't be ashamed to be who you are, the outwardly cocky, inwardly broken man you are. Because, honestly, I'm outwardly cold and on the inside I was broken for a long time, but I'm alright now, and one day if you let yourself I think you will be too."

"How'd you get over it?"

"I met you." He smiled, for the first time that night.

"Yeah, that was totally less corny in my head, I swear." He laughed and he wiped his eyes,

"How do you deal with this?"

"I'm a girl, we have a lovely little thing called PMS. I go through it too."

"Are you saying I have PMS?"

"Yes, Colonel. I am." He laughed again, and he slowly stood, and he held out a hand, and he pulled her up as she took his hand. She smirked as he spoke again,

"And don't call me Colonel. Sounds kinky."

"Maybe I want it to sound kinky, hmm?" He smirked and he hugged her waist from behind.

"Thank you, Lutenant." She smiled, and she caught his lips,

"Anytime, Colonel." He cringed at the name calling again.

They slowly made their way back to their own bed, he wrapped his arms around her, and she was sleeping again, very quickly. He took her sleeping lips and he slept close to her the rest of the night, waking up once more, finding himself drifting away from her in his sleep, and he slammed himself back into her as she slept, causing her to grunt and smile, and turn over and kiss his mouth, which led him to believe she might not have been asleep, but it didn't matter, his angel was in his arms, for now and for ever. Til death do them part, God forbid that being anytime soon.