Hola amigos! I said I'd get this to ya'll, and what you know! Here it is! One of those who reivewed (Thank you soooooo much to those of you who did so!) expressed concern over the OOCness of some characters....namely Roy. I just would like to request that yall bear with me and trust the insanity that is my imagination....and also remember that I am shamefully new to this fandom, even though I have long loved Fullmetal...

Anyway, I tried to keep relatively true to characters while allowing my own free creativity to run rampant, but I apologize for any errors. Also, you may notice that this is a crazzy combination of elements from Anime and Manga/Brotherhood...sorry about that...I just hope it doesn't get confusing for anybody! -_-

Okie dokie den! Me no own! Except for plot & stuff.....but dat's all!!!!!

I hope you enjoy and don't forget a review!! (Especially if you A- really love it, or B- have a problem or concern about it) Bye-bye!

When Riza spoke to Roy in his office after rising from her prone position on the floor, his jaw spasmed in anger at the blank tone she used to speak to him. His hands hung loose at his side. He could hear Falman and Havoc offer to drive her home, to take her to a medic, to do anything, but she flatly refused them. He heard himself order them angrily that she could take care of herself, but he felt light years away. He stood there, his arm still shaking from the feel of the impact of her flesh with the back of his hand. He could hear the sick crack as her skin met the leather of his glove.

Part of him felt like he had no control of his words and actions. Another part of him was fighting up from the depths, dripping poisonous truths into his mind and sending a foreign feeling that burned and soothed a part of his soul that had been crying out to be heard. Roy feared looking deeper into that conflicting feeling, ignoring it as if it didn't exist, refusing to believe the implications of his thoughts.

He still couldn't believe he had hurt her. He could still see that look in her eyes while she faced him down. Her eyes, he recalled, had held the stinging anger that was so unusual in his calm subordinate, but they had also hid something else behind that rage, a thing he had hoped never to see in her gaze; fear and sorrow. Before that time Roy would have said she was the last person who would ever have reason or sense enough to fear him, but now, looking down at his gloved hand, he wondered at how he thought he could defend her.

As he peered out the window overlooking the city, he thought back to Riza. He remembered how she looked lying in a coma on a white sheeted hospital bed; her face pale from having taken a bullet meant for him. He remembered the promise he made to himself as she wavered between life and death, the promise not to let her go, to protect her even half as well as she protected him. Standing by the window at that later time, he began to wonder if he could protect her at all, and if he could save her from himself.

The horizon darkened with the approach of thunderclouds and he turned away from the view. He hated rainy days.

Roy closed his eye against the memories that threatened to overwhelm him at that thought. Riza knocking him out of the way of Scar's attack when the rain had made him "useless". Riza standing at his back by the grave of Maes, silently offering him comfort and space to grieve, pretending the water that dripped down his face was all rainwater. Riza taking a bullet for him, laying in his arms waiting for help to come as the rain washed the blood from her wounds down the drain. Riza, much younger, laughing as the rain ruined the picnic her father had been planning for so long. Riza silently protecting him, sacrificing herself and her joy so that he could reach his goal. Riza punishing herself for not reaching his side quickly enough, screaming into the water-laden sky. Riza with her eyes over bright with unshed tears, pleading with him to hear her voice, the pieces of her heart raining down from her lips. Riza laying motionless on the ground.

After a few moments of silence Falman opens the door for Havoc to leave through, neither men willing to look at the commander they had followed through the ranks and years. Before Jean Havoc rolled completely out of the room he turned his head, "Is this how you repay her? Damn you, bastard. She deserves better." He paused a moment longer, and when he spoke again, it was through a lump in his throat, "Are her years of suffering worth nothing to you Fuhrer? How many drinks will it take her to drown her sorrow this time?"

As the door was shut behind him Roy could hear Havoc's voice breaking, "It would be more merciful for you to just kill her. You can't keep waiting around for her to do it herself." Roy winced to hear his previous musings given voice by Havoc's words.

Roy's guards followed the two men out, so the Fuhrer was left alone with his thoughts and his pain. The clouds had overtaken the sky, but kept holding on to the rain, hoarding it like a child would sweets, as lighting flashed above the earth. That flash of blue light drew Roy's eye back to the pane where he saw his own face reflected in the glass.

The sight of his coal black eye sent a flush of shame coursing through his body and he looked away, his gaze landing on the spot where Riza had fallen. He could see the edge of his short bookcase stained where she had hit her head. He stared transfixed by the pool of red on the white carpet. Blood. Riza's blood. His hand curled into a fist, his stomach sick with guilt. What had he done? The red stains on the carpet seemed to spread, reaching out towards him accusingly. His fist shot out. He slammed the same hand that had injured Riza into the glass of the window, welcoming the shards of glass that buried into his flesh, welcoming the punishment and pain that he deserved.

The medic's had frowned over his mangled hand, but no one commented. By then everyone had heard about what had happened with Riza Hawkeye, and so he found little sympathy from those who knew her in the military. She had become well respected and admired within the ranks of Central, and everyone knew how intensely loyal she was to the Fuhrer. They viewed Roy's actions as betrayal, but knew that none of them could act against him in any way without suffering from Hawkeye's wrath.

Somehow that knowledge just made it all the worse, even when the Fuhrer had betrayed her and hurt her, she would continue to defend him. The hidden glances and reproving glares bore into Roy's back as he walked the halls to his car. His driver said nothing to him as he got in, simply starting the car and turning down the abandoned streets that led to his new home.

Roy kept his eye focused outwards at the closed shops and dark homes they were driving past. It's starting to rain. Drops of water clung to the glass and one of his finger reached up, tracing the path of its fall down the smooth pane. His driver was about to turn down the long drive to his mansion when something caught the Fuhrer's eye that made his breath freeze in his chest. "Stop! Stop the car damnit!"

The driver slammed on the brakes, causing the car's tires to slide on the pavement. Roy leaned forward, not believing what he was seeing, thinking he had to be wrong. A small dog was running back and forth across the street trailing the remains of a leash that looked like it had been chewed through.

When the car stopped the dog ran up, and as it drew closer Roy could hear his heart pounding in his throat. The Fuhrer almost tore the door off its hinges as he scrambled out of the vehicle, "Hayate!"

The dog whimpered and ran up to the man. Roy bent down and ran his fingers through the dog's coat, feeling for injuries. Hayate whined as the man's fingers prodded his side. Roy pulled his hand away to see blood was being washed from his glove by the falling rain. He was about to look at the dog's injury closer when Black Hayate wiggled out of his grasp, firmly grabbing Roy's jacket sleeve in his jaws, pulling him towards the end of the street.

Roy immediately thinks of Riza, if Hayate was here, then Riza Hawkeye had to be somewhere nearby. "Alright boy, show me where she is." He rose to his feet as Hayate began to trot down the sidewalk.

"Sir! Where are you going?" His driver called into the darkness after him.

"Something's wrong, I am going to check it out. Stay here. You men, come with me!" He gestured to the three men that filed out of the security car that trailed him wherever he went. He was about to continue after Black Hayate when he was stopped again by his driver.

"Sir, your gloves are wet, you can't make a spark! Here, take this!" Roy's hand shot out to catch a small silver cylinder. When he looked down to see what it was, he was surprised to see it was a metallic lighter.

He shot a severe look at his driver who waved him off saying, "Ms. Riza would massacre me if I let you run off with such slight protection. Be careful sir."

Roy nodded, then took off at a run to follow Riza's dog through a maze of alleyways stretching through the city. When they came to a poorly lit street Hayate came to a sudden halt. The dog started to whimper and shake; his eyes trained a single alley. Roy placed his palm soothingly on the pup's head, assuring the pet that they had gotten the message.

The three guards nodded, taking out their guns and aiming them at the dark corridor. Roy's fingers tightened on the borrowed lighter as he raised it in front of him. With a nod from his guards the Flame Alchemist flicked the flame, and sent a blast of flame up into the air to shed some light on the depths.

What the light revealed caused two of the men to scream, dropping their weapons in fear. Roy had to fight against the urge to turn tail and run himself, so he could hardly blame those two individuals whose footsteps he could hear getting fainter. His remaining guard's knuckles where white, his face pale. Part of Roy wondered at what a wonder it was that the man's arm was so steady.

The image that greeted their wide eyes was of a creature, meat stretched over a frame of a human skeleton, rotten with decay and oozing blood and pus. It screeched in pain when the light from Roy's flames touched it, the flesh boiling and blistering before their eyes. It pulled its face back from where it had been perched so close to his assistant's blank stare and hissed at the two men. The Fuhrer waited, veins filled with ice, until the creature leaped towards him, black lips stretched back to show a mouth filled with razor-sharp teeth. When it was within arm's reach, he flicked the lighter, consuming the creature with his flames until there was nothing left but ash and the stench of burning flesh lingering in the air.

"Riza! Riza are you alright? Riza?!" Roy fell to his knees by her side, his hands went to either side of her neck, turning her head so she was looking him in the eyes, but she was completely unresponsive. "Riza!"

"Sir, sir, I think we need to go, let's get her back to the car. We can call a doctor for her once we get you home. Fuhrer!" Roy was barely aware of his guard pulling at him arm.

He shook him off, "Alright."

The lighter lay forgotten on the pavement as Roy scooped the prone woman up into his arms. "Let's go. Come on Hayate!" Roy and his precious cargo followed the black and white dog back through the winding alleys that they had first traveled through. Roy was just barely conscience of the quick breaths coming from behind him that told him his guard was at his tail, but Roy didn't really care, all of his attention focused on getting the woman in his arms safe again.

At that moment he felt Riza start to shake in his arms, her fists curling on his chest, grabbing fistfuls of his coat. She seemed to tuck herself into a smaller ball and he tightened his hold on her in response. When they reached the light from the car's headlights she recoiled from the brightness, burying her face in his shoulder.

Without a word his driver held open the backseat door and Roy brought her into the leather interior, keeping her cradled in his lap, Hayate peering up at them with sad eyes from the next seat and the driver didn't need to be told to gun the engine back to the Fuhrer's mansion.

Roy glanced down at Riza, worried by the pallor of her skin. When he saw the blood that kept seeping from the wound on her head he felt consumed by guilt again. "I am so sorry," he whispered, pressing his lips softly against her forehead, "Please forgive me."

The Fuhrer's driver never commented on the tears that continued to fall down his master's face as they hurried to the mansion. The Fuhrer never commented on the pitying looks his driver cast him through the mirror. The Fuhrer's guard never mentioned when he caught sight of his fellow guardsmen's shamed-filled forms huddling on the sidewalk. The Fuhrer never took his eye off of Riza's pale face. The Fuhrer's assistant never opened her eyes to see the agony that filled his panic-stricken face. The rain continued on.

So.....there it is...I'll try to find time to work on chappie III this weekend, but I am getting REALLY busy, and I also promised another Chapter on my OTHER ROYAI fic, so I need to deliver there too! But just let me know what ya think!