Disclaimer: No, I don't own FMA.
Summary: Slow and steady wins the race, but only if you're incredibly lucky. When Ed discovers the secret to Human Transmutation, Roy and his team's mission of reaching the top is thrown off track. But when the higher ups, and even the Fuhrer get involved, the situation is quickly thrown into disorder and turned into a struggle for power.
Author's Note: Thank you for reveiwing/reading. On to the chapter..
CHECKMATE
chapter three: stolen queen
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"Cheif, it's Hawkeye, the Fuhrer's decided to transfer her to work as his secretary, she's just received the reassignment letter."
Striding his way back to the main office, he glanced at a concerned looking Lieutenant Hawkeye, "First Lieutenant Hawkeye, what happened?" he asked rather tightly. They had worked hard to keep their feelings for one another a secret. After Ishbal, they had played the act of nothing more than simply a Colonel and his subordinate. The Fuhrer couldn't have possibly discovered their secret, but then again, he couldn't be transferring Hawkeye just by coincidence.
Looking him in the eye boldly, "The Fuhrer has transfered me to serve as his secretary by tomorrow morning. He apologizes for the short notice, but as his current secretary has left," at that, she gave him a look, he immediately reading it as her suspicion that his secretary had not, in fact, just 'left', "but he is in great need for a secretary, and hopes that you understand."
Tight-lipped, he nodded, "Yes, tell the Fuhrer I understand when you meet him."
"Yes sir!" she saluted smartly, eyes ringing out her worry and just tempting him to take her in his arms, stroke her hair and reassure her that everything'd be all right. How long it had been since he'd held her. The last time had been in Ishbal, the one time he'd made love to her right at the end of the war, but that was the night they'd promised to hold off their relationship until he was Fuhrer and the issues of Amestris had been settled.
He'd almost chosen to just live a normal life with her, without the troubles of fighting the Military. But he'd been young and dream-filled, and she had been younger and brimming with the same passion, there was no way he could have denied her eyes.
So here they were, his queen being taken away from him by the Fuhrer. So here they were.
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He pushed open the door to his apartment roughly, infuriated.
Slamming the door behind him in the darkness of the crammed little apartment, he stepped in, not bothering much to open the door. Not remembering just how cluttered the little room, he tripped on a pile of Alchemy books, falling onto the floor with a 'thump'.
"Dammit!" he yelled, picking up the nearest book, he threw it towards the wall in his anger, "Dammit, dammit, dammit! How dare he! Not her. God, why did it have to be her?" he brought a swinging fist down to crash upon something, he wasn't sure what, refusing to acknowledge the tears flowing down his porcelain face.
"God dammit!"
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He stared at the doorbell for ten minutes, at least. He'd decided that he didn't care what they thought, now that she wasn't actually working directly behind him, now that she was already straight in the jaws of the shark, there wasn't anything more they could do.
He didn't care. He hadn't cared. But now that the moment had presented itself, he wasn't so sure.
Riza was too close to the Fuhrer for safety, but while his staying away didn't guarantee her safety, it made her that little bit more protected.
"I- I can't see you yet, Riza. I swear I'll protect you, it's gonna be all right." hand resting on the door of her house, he was more than a little surprised when the door fell to emptiness, his hand then resting on opem air. "Oh." was all he could say.
Looking up from her feet to her candy cane eyes, which, to his surprise, were shimmering with wetness, he was more surprised when he felt a warm hand clutching at the front of his jacket, before she tossed herself into his arms, pulling him into her house. Standing there in vague shock, he closed the door behind them, feeling her latch onto him and letting his hands wander onto his shoulders.
Looking up with carmine eyes, she smiled childishly at him, "Um. Hi."
Wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close, he murmured into her hair, "I won't let you be stolen from me. You're my queen. Mine and mine alone."
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Author's Note: Hm. Hope you enjoyed that chapter, and of course, reviews are much loved as always. (: And yes, we will be getting deeper into the plot of the story soon. Give it one or two chapters.
