Tonight

A/N: Well, let's see if I can do this chapter without messing everything up. I am hoping not to make the characters act strange, I want them to be just like themselves.

(.2011)

.Sin.

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x. The Beginning .x

Sitting in the waiting room of the hospital was not where Ed wanted to be spending his night. He was worried, but not for her health. He knew what was wrong with her health; she hadn't had enough sugar to keep her going. The timing was just fate kicking him in the ass once again. He was worried about her answer. What if she turned him down? Ed couldn't bare to think that way. He put his head in his hands, wanting to just cry.

He really needed to know her answer.

"Major?" a small voice came from his right. Ed looked up, seeing no one he had ever met walking over to him. It looked to be a nurse. She probably just knew him from the papers or something. Most people knew him those days.

"Yes?" he asked, weakly. He hoped that it was about Winry, about her waking up and giving him an answer. How was she not awake?

"You have a phone call," she said, pointing to the direction of the phones in the hall. Ed sighed and got up, following her to the one that he was to use. He grabbed the receiver and pressed it to his ear.

"Major Elric," he answered, leaning up against the wall, not caring about the rudeness he was showing the woman that had lead him there. He just hoped that she would understand and walk away to her own business.

"Well Ed, when I heard that you had been spotted at the East City hospital I thought it had to be a mistake," the unmistakable deep voice on the other line commented.

"How am I not surprised," Ed asked, rolling his eyes and putting his hand on his hip. "Is that all you called for? To tell me you know my every step, Mustang?" His words were a bit harsh, but given the situation it was understood.

"Is she okay?" Mustang asked with a serious hint to his voice. He either really cared, or was pretending really well. Both were possible.

"She's fine. Should already be awake by now," Edward answered, looking back to where she was taken. He was about to go and check with the nurse to see if Winry had really woken.

"Well, I wish you luck. From the tone of your voice I am guessing you did not get your answer," the man muttered, seeming to be paying more attention to something else. His mind must have already been wondering.

Ed sighed and nodded, though he knew that Mustang would not be able to tell. "That is true. I'll see you when I get back to Central, Mustang. I've got to be going," he said, not waiting for the man to say another word before he slammed the phone on it's receiver.

x. Central .x

When the phone went dead Roy shook his head and hung up his. Of course, his was in his office. The only people that could hear his calls were his trusted subordinates. They were all hunched over their work anyway. None seemed to care about his conversation with the older Elric brother.

"So Edward is in the hospital again? I thought he was over all of that fighting since he doesn't have all of that metal to protect him," Havoc said, leaning away from his finished paper work and fingering his pocket for his cigarettes.

"He is not in the hospital, the Rockbell girl is," Roy answered, glancing over to the man that spoke to him.

"Aww, poor lover boy," Breda laughed, smirking at the General. Everyone knew about Ed's crush on the girl that he grew up with. They saw him when he wrote to her, when he got around to it, they saw when he talked on the phone with her, about his leg, and they saw when he talked about her. He was a love sick man, one who had never experienced the feeling of love for someone that wasn't family. They just prayed he wouldn't turn into another Hughes.

Roy smiled to himself. It must have been hard being the Fullmetal Alchemist trying to find love in a woman that could look past the fame. It was the same with him, the Flame Alchemist. He had many women; anytime he felt lonely he could just call up a date. But, they didn't mean much to him, if anything. The woman he loved; with a glance to the blond woman, could look past his fame and looks. It took a lot to win her over, he was still trying. She seemed to not even notice him in that way.

"Sir?" Mustang's eyes flashed over to the youngest of the group, Fuery. He stood, looking weak as ever, holding out a file to him. "This was sent to you. Are you alright, sir?"

Roy took the file and nodded, "Thank you, Sergeant," he muttered, opening it and getting back to work. He just couldn't believe how much Riza had really changed since they were younger.

x. Years Before .x

He was young, so young, when he went on his adventure to meet Master Hawkeye. He was around sixteen when he decided that Alchemy was what he wanted to do, and not just Alchemy, Flame Alchemy. There was only one man that knew everything there was to know about it and that was his master. He had gotten so lucky, so he thought.

"Roy Mustang?" the old man asked, standing at the door and gazing at the young boy with dead eyes. Roy stood in front of him, dressed in a suit that he would later give to Edward Elric for his big date. He looked confident and stern, a look that would soon be gone.

"Yes sir," he said with his hands close to his sides as he stared up to him. He was a bit afraid, but hearing about others training, it wasn't all that bad. It was just new. Well, that was what he thought. But, the man in front of him looked very mean.

"You start now, get in here. Leave your bags at the door," Hawkeye said, turning and walking into the dark house. Roy was a bit surprised by that he was told, but he did as he said and set his suit cases down. When he walked into the house and closed the door his eyes had to adjust. There seemed to be only one candle in the whole room. It took a bit of effort to keep up with the old man.

He found himself up in a room, one that he would never know how to get to if he had to again. The room held only one flickering candle. Roy scanned the room silently as his master seemed to be working on something at his desk. "Sir… I was just wondering…"

Before he could finish his question he saw bright flames and felt a burn on his hand. He gasped and fell to his knees, clutching his burned hand tightly. It was the worst pain he had ever felt and it didn't go away. Tears began to run down his face, knowing that his skin must have been burned right off. "Lesson one, never talk unless spoken to, boy," the man said, storming out of the room. Roy was left there, clutching his hand in tears.

Needless to say he didn't feel much like a man.

And he didn't really care at all.

In all of his pain, Roy did not notice a young blond girl entering the dark room. Once he did he jumped back, hoping that it was not another person coming to hurt him. The girl looked too small to do much; she looked as if she never ate in her life. Her hair was cut very short and her eyes held heavy, dark bags. She gracefully walked over to the desk and grabbed the lit candle.

"H..Hello?" Roy asked, his eyes wide with fear as she came over to him, kneeling in front of him with the candle. The girl said nothing as she pulled out a stick of chalk and began to draw a transmutation circle on the ground.

"Please let me see your hand, sir," she said in a soft, yet demanding tone. Roy allowed his hand to be taken by her soft ones, but the pain shot right through his body when she touched it. He wanted to just pull back and scream more, but she held it firmly. Finally, in a glow of blue light, his pain faded completely and the girl was getting to her feet.

Roy was confused by what had just happened. He reached up and grabbed the girl's arm, "What did you do?" he asked, noticing that his hand was completely healed. There wasn't even a mark on it, though his cuff was still frayed a bit.

"I just healed you," she said, a blush running over her face. "You didn't think we were just going to leave you like that?"

"But how?" he asked, getting to his feet as well. The light from the candle had been left to the floor. His eyes began to adjust to the dark.

"Alkahestry… Father insisted that I knew it. There is no way to perform flame alchemy without getting hurt," she answered, pulling her arm away from him. "Now, if you would… We will both get in trouble with Father if we are seen speaking to one another," the girl said, shifting her gaze to the door. A frightened gaze at that.

She was his inspiration after that moment. The young girl that had saved his hand and his will to learn. He never knew that she would always be by his side, but not without a price.

x. Back .x

Roy found himself staring at his hand, almost in the way he had when it first happened. He sighed and looked over to Riza, remembering all the times they had. The two teens had snuck around, getting to know each other behind her father's back. Of course, it was dangerous, but Roy had to know her. He had the strangest feeling about her ever since she had healed him. The feeling never left him, just as she hadn't.

"Sir, are you alright?" her firm voice broke into his thoughts. Roy gave her a confident smirk before leaning back in his chair.

"Everything is fine, Hawkeye," he answered, his gaze returning to his hand, "Just fine,"

x. East City .x

Edward was finally let into Winry's hospital room. She was awake when he entered. She was sitting up in the bed, looking down at her lap where the covers were all bunched up in her hands. She seemed to be thinking hard over something. Ed felt despair at the pit of his stomach.

"Winry…" he muttered, walking in and sitting at the side of her bed. "Are you alright?" his hand found hers only to have it quickly snatched out of his reach. He winced at the harsh movement.

"No,"

"Do I need to call in the nurse?"

"No, Edward,"

"Then what…?"

"I will not marry you, Edward,"