This Can't Be
Chapter 5: This Wasn't Supposed to Happen
The consequences of drinking hot wax was evident as the day passed on. Two hour before meeting Jameson and Riza at the theater, Roy was hunched over the toilet, blowing chunks of wax. Kain, being a bit more of worry wart than the rest of the gang, suggested he cancel the "date" but Roy would have none of that. Said that he would get better before the time of the show.
Thirty minutes before the scheduled meeting... And Roy is still feeling the effect of candle wax. Despite Roy's threats of being burned alive, Havoc marched over to his phone and dialed Hawkeye's number to tell her he wasn't going to make it.
Returning to Roy's bedroom, he looked at his wristwatch and smiled to himself. "Boss, I hate to leave you hanging like this, but I got a date tonight."
There was a growl from the form huddled in the bed. "Say that again, Jean. I dare you."
As everyone else left the bedroom to go to their own beds, Havoc left a glass of water near Roy's bed. Before he left, he turned and said, "I say you relax from this whole thing, sir. It's not healthy. I mean, there's nothing for you-"
"Out," Roy ordered. He remained covered in blankets until he heard a soft sigh and the sound of the door closing. Now he was completely alone. In his home. And not with Riza.
He began to wonder if Riza and her "man" went to the show, when he heard someone knocking. Roy frowned. Must be one of his subordinates coming back to get something they forgot. When he didn't answer, the knocks became louder and harsher. Deciding it was Havoc having been dumped again, Roy forced himself up and went to answer the door.
"What do you want-" Roy voice trailed off into stunned silence as a familiar blond stood before him.
"Havoc called me and told me you were sick, sir." Riza explained. "So I thought I would come by and-"
"What about the show? I thought you and Jameson really wanted to go." His heart was threatening to break out of his chest with happiness. She ditched him! Ditched him and now Roy would-
"Actually it was Jameson's idea to come over and check on you. But he had an emergency to attend to, so I came in his place."
"Ah, I see." Roy hung his head with disappointment. "Well, I'm not too sick-"
"Havoc told me you drank hot candle wax." Riza stated before he could say it was nothing. "Care to explain to me why the leader of Amestris did that?"
Shoot, Roy cursed in his mind. For obvious reasons, he couldn't tell her the truth. He thought for a moment, before going with, "I lost a bet with Havoc about him not getting a date. I agreed-" Roy felt his voice fail him when Riza placed a soft hand on his cheek. "...What are you doing?"
Riza blinked as though it was stupid of him to ask. "You look green, sir. Have you eaten anything?"
It was then he noticed the basket in her other hand. Feeling his stomach warm up to the idea of food, he opened the door wider for her to step inside. "Be my guest." he said warmly.
Riza entered his house with a rather curious look on her face. Roy realized this was the fist time ever he's really invited her in. Other than the time she showed up to comfort him when Hughes died.
"What did you bring?" Roy asked, trying to start a conversation.
Riza made her way over to the table and set the basket on it. "I made some sandwiches. I figured you'd be too sick to make anything for yourself." She looked about and wandered into the kitchen before returning, with a puzzled look on her face. "Where do you keep the plates, sir?"
"I already told you, you don't have to call me "sir" for the week." Roy chuckled as he ventured into his own kitchen, it was funny to see Riza a bit lost in his home. He returned with two small plate and placed them on the table before pulling a chair and gesturing Riza to sit in it.
"Thank you, si- ah, Roy..." she smiled impishly.
Taking her seat, Roy couldn't help but wonder about her relation with Jameson. Thinking this was the best time to ask, he coughed into his hand and went with, "So... how long have you and Jameson known each other?"
Riza handed him his sandwich, contemplating her answer. "Quite long really. A good ten years or so."
"Really? That long, huh?" Roy kept a steady voice, but he wasn't too sure about his expression. "And how come I haven't seen before?" He took a delicate bite of the sandwich knowing that Hawkeye had made it.
Riza