Le gasp! I actually wrote it!! ON TIME!!!

Um...This should be the last chapter... I think... Oh, another 'le gasp' moment, this chapter is more Roy-POV-oriented. Just sos ya now.

Ed may be a little OOC, there's your warning. Don't worry, it's not like his semi-emo-ness episode, just... It's odd, trust me...

MOVING ON!!

Around a Year and a Half Later...

Done. It was finished. The vows were read, the rings exchanged, and the cake was cut. Al and Winry, husband and wife, and leaving on a two week trip to Xing.

Leaving the wedding party to clean up the mess from the reception.

Which of course they were only too happy to do (thanks to Riza's -er- encouragement).

Jean was stacking dishes into dangerous piles, one of which was bound to fall at any moment, and Maria, Riza, and Sciezska were separating the foods into containers for later consumption. Edward seemed content to do dishes without too much complaint, except when Jean deposited a large stack noisily.

Roy observed all this while his own task of trash disposal hehe, fire burn garbage.

To be fair to the elder alchemist, he hadn't attempted to talk to Ed. It was somewhat of an instinct to stay away from the younger, as well as the subject of their last meeting. Of course, Ed had been avoiding him, but isn't that enough of a warning to let it drop?

Roy sighed, shaking his head. I need to talk to him.

With a last snap, he finished his assigned task and walked towards Ed.

"Evening Lieutenant General Mustang." Came the cool greeting.

Roy struggled not to roll his eyes. It seemed that since he'd gotten here, the only way Ed addressed him was by his title.

He pulled off his gloves, saying, "Mind if I join you?"

Ed glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. "Would it matter if I said yes?"

Roy moved over to begin drying dishes, adding in a low tone, "I don't think so, Colonel."

Silence settled over the pair, before Roy sighed. "Ed--"

"Is there something you need, Lieutenant General?" Ed asked stiffly.

Looking at the other out of the corner of his eye, he replied, "I want to talk, Ed."

"Well," The younger turned slightly, looking him in the eye, "I guess we'll talk about it later, Roy, if you think we have to."

He returned to his task, albeit a bit more forcefully than he probably needed to scrub.

Roy smirked slight, drying the dishes docilely say that three times fast. He used my first name.

Then Jean dropped the dishes into a dish of salad remains.

Now tell me, how many of you actually said it three times fast, or tried?

Roy watched Riza and Jean drive off, sighing in apprehension. It was just Ed and himself now, no distractions, no excuses. And right then, he just wanted to get in his car and drive home.

He shook his head, walking towards the house, seeing Ed leaning against the doorway waiting for him.

"You take your coffee with two sugars right?"

Roy blinked, bemused. "Yes... When did you--"

Ed smirked bitterly. "You forget, I did work in Central under you for a while."

"Oh." The elder alchemist nodded, swallowing sub-consciously. "Right."

Ed turned, walking into the house. Roy followed, a bit tentatively.

Watching the other move around the mid-sized kitchen, he thought about the changes Ed had gone through.

He had grown a fair deal, standing nearly eye-level with the older alchemist. This, of course, made it pointless to call him 'shrimp', but he had been given the nick-name 'Skunk' by Jean and some of his other acquaintances. The -ahem- hair dye was permanent.

That, dear friends, was the only reason I dyed Ed's hair.

The most noticeable change in Ed, though, was his demeanor. He seemed less cocky, more mature (though he did have relapses). He seemed more relaxed, ready to settle his life. As Al had pointed out in a letter to Roy a few months ago, Ed had tasted normality when he lived in Caros, and had decided he liked it

Ed held out a cup to Roy, his face set in a business like openness. "So why do you think we need to talk, and what about?"

He resisted the urge to say 'you know what'. He just watched a moment as the other turned to make his own coffee.

"If I remember right, I think you described it as 'complicated' a long time ago."

Ed paused before saying, "That's one way to put it."

He returned the milk to the fridge (making Roy wonder when he'd gotten it out), then turned to face him, leaning against the counter.

"Complicated might not be the right term anymore, though." He said slowly, as if tasting the words. "Yeah, it isn't any less confusing than before, it's just a different complication now."

Roy nodded, waiting for him to continue.

Ed stared at him for a moment, then ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know, Roy. I can't say I don't feel that way anymore, and I can't say I do. It's just," He glanced at the older, before finishing, "I don't know anymore, I wish I hadn't kissed you in the first place."

Roy blinked, saying in a slightly incredulous voice, "You think that would have changed anything?"

Ed was looking intently at the air over Roy's shoulder, his reply soft. "Wouldn't it?"

Shaking his head, Roy took a sip of his cooling drink before saying, "I guess I don't know either."

He met Ed's eye, seeing an understanding there.

"So what happens now?" He asked, setting down his mug. "Any idea where we go from here?"

Roy chuckled lightly. "No. I..."

He looked at Ed again, then recognized something else in the others' eyes. Distrust, fear. He sighed.

"The only thing we can do is go on." He said finally. "What happened is done, and whatever will be will be."

Ed nodded. "Okay."

FIN

Wow, it's finished!! I'm so proud of me!!

Anyhow, I'm sure I'll get at least one person unhappy, because there's no definite happy ending, but in my defense, the way I originally had this in my head, there was!! Then again, this whole last chapter was a lot different.

So, I might -MIGHT- post an alternate ending chapter some day.

You know, there are a lot of happy-ending-fics (which I love dearly), but I always felt like since there isn't always a happy ending, I wanted to try and write something without one. Except a lot of stories without happy endings mean someone died, and I didn't want that.

I digress. Please review, I'd like to know how I did! Be kind, please, this is my first yaoi fic, and again I apologize for not writing the non-yaoi version. I'm going to send the plot to littlefiction, and the Adopt-A-Plot center, which is found here:

http:// www. fanfiction. net/ littlefiction

(take out the spaces!)

See ya!