Title: Pebble

Prompt/Inspiration: The FMA cast trips on a stone. Credits to tInTiNthenut for sharing the idea.

Summary: Just a scenario on what would happen if a few FMA characters tripped/fell. Highly random.

Rating: T, for Ed's potty mouth

Warnings: Swearing aka usage of the F-word. Very slight spoilers for Chapter 69 of the manga.

Disclaimer: I don't own fma. Not now, not ever.

Pebble

01.

Colonel Roy Mustang strode briskly down the hallway in extremely high spirits. His paperwork was done, his lieutenant was happy, he had a date with a hot chick that was actually part of his spy network who would be passing him some important information on the higher brass of the military and best of all, it wasn't raining. Really, life couldn't get any better… or worst, come to think of it.

Oh, how wrong he was.

Roy felt the toes of his left boot scuff against a protrusion on the floor of the corridor. He stumbled, lost his footing, and slammed against the cement surface on all fours. Boy, that sure did hurt.

Checking for injuries, he relaxed when he found nothing worst than a small red patch on the side of his palm. He got up hastily, glancing around surreptitiously to see if anyone had witnessed his brief moment of humiliation. Seeing no one, he glared at the little rock responsible for his woes before resuming his pace down the corridor. Tuneless whistling soon filled the hallway.

Roy amended his previous mental statement; accidents do happen. But it was still a good day.

02.

Sharp clicks of polished boots echoed off the spotless walls of Central HQ as Riza Hawkeye marched towards the administrative offices. In her arms she bore a towering stack of papers which had been the assigned work for the day,

Now, it just so happened that a section of that particular wing was undergoing renovation. As such, the area was in a mess, with many scattered pieces of debris lying around. As such, Riza never noticed the stray pebble jutting out of a crack in between the loose tiles, especially with her attention diverted by her load.

Consequently, there was a soft yelp followed by a 'thud'. Sheets of paper flew up into the air like a flock of white birds.

Regaining her footing, Riza retrieved the documents, murmured words of thanks to those who had stopped to assist her, and proceeded to her destination.

Being the right-hand woman of a certain colonel demanded loyalty and commitment. There was more work to be done if she planned on pushing him to the top.

03.

Edward Elric stormed furiously out of Central HQ's main entrance. The expression on his face was so dark that one could almost see the thunder clouds gathering. Their newest lead on the Philosopher's Stone had turned out to be a false alarm, and he had wasted an entire morning in Colonel Bastard's office listening to him spout his usual crap. Not to mention that five (six if you counted that unintentional hint) people had already commented on his general want of vertical height. Today was not his day.

The Fullmetal Alchemist was too busy brooding to notice the unostentatious pebble in his way. Naturally, with it being a bad day and all, his foot connected and down he went.

"Whoa!" Not a very dignified exit for the young alchemist, who ended up sprawled in an ungraceful position at the base of HQ's steps.

Seething, Ed stood up and glowered at the pebble. He aimed a kick at it.

"Clack!" His automail foot sent it flying.

"Thunk!" The rock hit a nearby lamppost.

"Thwack!" It bounced off the wall…

"Thud!"

…and hit his head.

"-bleep-bleep-bleep- F-bleep-ing stone!!!!! –bleep-bleep-bleep-!!"

Today was not his day.

04.

A suit of armour crossed a road in steady steps, raising his head to gaze at the imposing military building before him. The steel plates clinked and clanked together, jingling out a cheerful tune. Something had made Alphonse Elric happy. So happy that he never saw that pebble until it was too late.

The fourteen-year-old landed face first onto the pavement amidst a loud rattle of metal. He lay there, dazed, until a thought brought him back to his senses.

"Captain Tiddles!"

Swiftly, Al sat up and unbuckled the leather straps of his breastplate. He yanked open the front of his armour and peered inside anxiously.

"Tiddles! Are you okay?"

A reassuring mew sounded from the dark interior, and a furry tabby head popped out. Tiddles meowed again and brushed a paw over her ears, looking none the worst after her supposed ordeal.

Al heaved a sigh of relief and re-buckled his front. Thank goodness she wasn't hurt! Now all he had to do was smuggle her onto their next train without his brother knowing…

00.

Black Hayate trotted past the mass of blue-clad people. A true dog of the military; his head was high, his tail was up, and he was marching with the perfect pace and posture.

That was when he saw the pebble lying innocently on the ground. It might look harmless, but an unwary person would soon learn otherwise.

(As a number of unfortunate souls have done before.)

Hayate was unconcerned. He was, after all, not one of those absent-minded humans. Sparing the rock a sniff, the black-and-white dog decided that it was not worth his time. A small leap took him over it and off he trotted, wagging his fluffy tail.

Behind him, the small pebble lay motionless. It might have been thwarted once, but it could still watch and wait for the next clumsy fool whose path it would cross.

-End-

A/N: Very random, I admit. I'm going through a time period where bullying the FMA cast seems to be all the rage. My current plans seem to be targeted at Edward and Roy.

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