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Been a while hasn't it? (sweatdrop) Just don't kill me...please?

A little Rain

He felt relaxed and almost happy. His hand wasn't cramped from writing as it usually was after a day at work. The reason? Hawkeye's long talked about day off. A blessing for all the men under his command.

Roy had spent the day watching the heavy rain pour down his large windows while the paperwork sat undisturbed on the desk in front of him. The rest of his men had had a similar day, generally just lazing about the office, chatting or betting on how long Havoc's new relationship would last until Roy stole his girl (Breda and Fuery had long since given up betting in Havoc's favour, though Falman still had some hope in him). Yes, a perfect day all round.

As Roy slowly walked up the street to his house, the rain still falling around him, he wondered with some worry what Ed and Al had been doing all day. They had been cooped up in his house because of the rain and Roy was beginning to feel a few shivers climb up his spine as to what he'd find when he opened the front door.

When he got to the door, his hand hesitated on the lock. Roy shook his head, mumbling to himself how stupid it was to be afraid of entering his own house, and with a flick of his wrist, the door was opened and he stepped through it into the dim hallway.

Roy stood at attention, straining his ears for sounds of life and was surprised when he heard none. Placing his keys onto a hook and shrugging out of his sodden jacket, Roy crept through to the living room, expecting to see the brothers lounging about and listening to the radio.

There was no one there.

His brow furrowed as he climbed quickly up the stairs, checking in on the spare room the brothers occupied. That too was empty. He moved onto the bathrooms, knocking on the door and feeling worried when he received no answer. He eventually retreated downstairs; looking in every room he passed. His study was locked and didn't appear to have been tampered with, the living room was still empty and even the kitchen was devoid of life.

Leaning against the sink, Roy stared blankly out the window at the hazy view of his tiny garden. A black blob darted into view, followed by a smaller blob and when Roy squinted his eyes, he finally sighed in relief. The brothers were outside in the garden.

After a few minutes, the two blobs stopped their movement and came together, seeming to talk before the smaller one, Edward, motioned back to the house. For a second, Roy wasn't sure whether he should stay in the kitchen to greet the boys or scamper to the living room and act as though he hadn't been watching them.

His thoughts had taken too long and his escape option was cut off as the back door opened and two very wet young men entered Roy's small kitchen. There was an awkward silence, just as there had been that morning at breakfast as the three men stared at each other.

This time, Edward broke the tenseness by squeezing past Roy to get to the sink, his clothes and hair dripping water onto the wooden floor. "Where the hell do you keep the glasses?" Ed snapped, though he could tell the boy didn't mean to. Ed was panting and his face was a bright red. Roy collected a glass from a cupboard to the left of the sink, giving it to Ed who instantly started gulping down water.

Alphonse took it upon himself to talk to Roy. "Sorry sir, we got really bored and brother was getting restless so we decided to go outside for some sparring." The armoured boy said, wringing his glistening wet gauntlets and shuffling his feet. Roy would never get used to the sight of seeing a seven-foot suit of armour fidget.

He waved his hand and gave the boy a smile. "Don't worry about it Al, I kind of forgot I had two teenagers in my home." Again, Alphonse's impossible smile lighted up the helmet.

"It's alright sir."

Ed had finished drinking and was slowly making his way to a pile of dishtowels hidden in a corner. "Hey Roy, can I borrow these?" He asked, picking one up. Roy gave a non committal shrug.

In truth, the dishtowels had been in that corner for as long as Roy had lived in the house. They'd been used once, when Hawkeye came over, and had been gathering dust ever since. "Sure, just put them on the radiator to dry when you're done." Ed gave a nod of thanks and gathered them all into his arms.

"Come on Al, you're gonna rust in a minute." Ed joked, knocking a hand against his brothers chest. There was a hollow clang as Al gave a minute groan of protest. "Who's fault would that be? You made us spar in the rain." Ed grinned guiltily at his brother, then turned and led the way to the living room, Roy following close behind.

Heh, this is kinda a filler chapter and i was going to write more, but this was such a good place to stop, and i had to finish an english essay that i was supposed to have done over the holiday. Fic writing wasn't the only thing i put off over the summer (sweatdrop).

Ah yes..LOF...i think i may only do a few more chapters of that then end it. It's hard thinking up ways for Ed and Roy to talk without getting silly (believe me, i had a few crackish oneshots lined up for it, but then the fic turned out fairly serious.) Besides, i've already got my final chapter of that planned out and thought of.

So! Give me some love and REVIEW! (or give me some hate and flame...depends how eagerly you've been waiting for me to update (laugh)) Loves Inuchron