Tsume-n-carnet: Glad to see y'all like my story:) thanks for the reviews everyone! HUGS! well, you didn't come to hear me blabber now did you? So, ON TO THE STORY! Btw, I screwed up the title last chapter... that Title was meant for this chapter... so, last chap shall remain... unnamed! I know, original ain't it! ;P
A/N: this chapter is mainly from Riza's point of view.
Riza?
The woman tossed in her sleep, horrible dreams of bloody battle fields and dying screams filled her head. She could look down and see blood drenching her hands and gore staining her black boots. Though, the truly horrible sight was thedark haired man lying in his own blood at her feet. She felt he was important to her, but even in the light of the consuming fires around her, shecouldn't see anything but white gloves and black hair. All she knew,was she had loved him, and failed him... and now he was dead because of her.
The womanscreamed, finally managing to rip her mind from the nightmares and sat bolt upright, panting in panic.The blonde woman looked around her wildly. She was lying in a white bed surrounded by equipment she couldn't name. A hose filled with something ran into her arm and her head was pounding. Where was she? She couldn't remember... wait... what was her name again? She jumped as a door on her right burst open. A worried looking nurse rushed in and halted when she looked at the woman who just stared back.
"Oh! Ms. Hawkeye! You're awake!" the nurse said happily, running over to the bedside.
Ms. Hawkeye? Was that her name?
"Where am I?" she asked the grinning nurse.
"Don't worry, you're safe," the nurse replied. Oh, that was specific! The nurse picked up a phone on the table beside the bed and asked for a doctor that she'd never heard of.
"Thank you, hurry doctor!" the nurse said into the reciever, that same idiot grin on her face. "Oh, wait... doctor? Should we inform the Colonel?"
'Colonel?' the bed ridden woman thought to herself. 'That's a military distinction... I remember that much.'
"All right, I'll call him now," the nurse hung up the phone, only to pick it back up again and start dialing another number.
"E-excuse me?" the woman began but the nurse held up her hand.
"Just a moment dear," she said. The woman suddenly had an urge to smack the stillstupidly grinning nurse.
What the hell was going on!
Someone must have answered on the other end of the phone-line because the nurse started talking.
"Hello? Oh, Ms. Mustang, how are you?"
'Mustang... that sounds almost... familiar,' the blonde thought, watching the nurse intently.
"That's good. Is the Colonel there? May I speak with him?... Thank you Ms." a pause. "Hello, sir? I'm calling to inform you that Ms. Hawkeye's awake." another pause. "Yes, she's sitting right here, sir." yet another pause. "All right, we'll see you in a few minutes."
"Excuse me... but..." she was cut off again by the door opening and a man in a white jacket coming into the room.
"So, she is awake," The man said happily. "How are you feeling, Riza?"
"Riza?" so... was that her name? The doctor's face fell slightly but the nurse kept grinning like an idiot.
"Oh, yes... that's your name dear," the nurse said kindly. "Riza Hawkeye."
"Riza Hawkeye... why didn't I know that?" Riza... responded. The doctor bit his lip slightly.
"Well, Riza... There will be more time to explain that in a little bit... for now, let's just make sure your healthy," he told her, moving to examine her head.
-----A few minutes later-----
Riza looked up as the door opened again, expecting that stupid nurse to be returning. She almost let out a sigh of relief when instead, a handsome, raven-haired man strode into the room, dark eyes full of eagerness. The doctor looked up from the charts he'd been reading and grinned at the raven haired man.
"Ah, Colonel Mustang," he said, approaching with his hand outstretched. "Right on time."
"Doctor," the man... the Colonel... greeted simply, taking the offered hand.
"Riza," the doctor started, turning to face her. "This is Colonel Roy Mustang."
Riza swore she saw the man's face drop slightly, but she couldn't figure out why. He was quite handsome, and for some reason, the meloncholy that flashed briefly in those coal eyes made Riza inwardly flinch.
"Colonel Mustang?" she checked, making sure she'd heard it right. The man nodded.
"That's right," he said, smirking in a way that made it seem like he knew something she didn't... which, at this point, was probably true. "But you can just call me Roy."
"Oh, well... it's nice to... meet you, Roy," Riza said with some difficulty. She still didn't fully understand what was going on here. The Colonel seemed so... familiar somehow... but she couldn't remember anything about him. It was giving her a headache.
----Roy pov----
Roy tried not to burst out crying at the blank expression in Riza's eyes. Did she really not remember him? This was going to be harder on his nerves than he originally thought. But the stubborn Colonel wasn't about to let that stop him.
----Riza pov----
"So, uh..." Riza noticed that the Colonel seemed lost as to what to say. "How are you feeling?"
'Why does he seem so sad to see me? Does he know me?'she wondered, watching Roy's face. 'A handsome face..' a little voice in her chided. She couldn't help but notice then that he wore a pair of black slacks, professional but slightly mussed, a dark blue shirt the hung open revealing a white t-shirt beneath. Oh yes, he was handsome. Riza started when she realized she hadn't offered an answer, her head pounding even harder, if possible.
"Well, my head feels like someone drove a nail through it..." she answered, grimacing andplacing her palm on her forehead. She didn't see the automatic look of concern on Roy's face.
"Maybe you should layback," he suggested, placing a trembling hand on her shoulder. Riza looked up, slightly taken aback, she had been kidding really. Sure her head hurt like hell but she hadn't meant for the comment to produce such obvious concern from the Colonel.
'We must be close,' Rizagathered by the nervous concern Roy displayed.
"Oh, no... thank you, I assure you I'll be fine sitting up," she said, smiling slightly. Those penatrating charcoal eyes seemed sceptical, but Roy didn't argue and allowed her to remain upright.
"I-I'm sorry... Roy... but it feels like I've met you before..." Riza started, almost wincing when she saw that flash of hurt again. That glimpse though only cemented a feeling as fact."I have met you before... haven't I?"
Roy sighed and nodded, poorly hidden dissapointment clouding his eyes.
'Yes, wemust have been close then... ' Riza concluded slowly. 'One question now is... how close?'
Royshot a quick but meaningful glance over at the doctor who nodded at the silent request and left the room. Roy pulled a chair up next to the hospital bed, aware that Riza's mahogonygaze never left his face.
"What exactly have they told you, Riza... if anything that is?" Roy asked, leaning forward with his arms braced atop his knees. Riza swallowed hard. She felt like screaming she was so confused. WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON!
"Nothing as a matter of fact," she sighed darkly, shooting a glare at the closed door. Roy sighed and ran a hand through his raven hair, nodding slightly. Riza found herself fascinated by the way his hair had fallen carelessly about his face. This man was indeed handsome, if a little tired looking. Riza brought her thoughts away from that track... once again!
"I was afraid of that..." Roy sighed, more to himself than the blonde before him. He put his head in his hand and without looking up, he continued, "And what do you remember?"
Riza didn't answer at first. She was finding it hard to focus at all through the stupid migrain that wouldn't freaking go away! She sighed and decided all she could come up with, was that horrible dream... the blood, the fire, the screams... battle. That's all she could remember... battle, war and death.
"Nothing... except what I think is a battle... " she said slowly. Her head started pounding again and she pressed her palms to her temple, her face screwing up with pain. Roy gently took one of her hands and eased her back into a lying position.
"It's all right Riza. Don't strain yourself," he said quietly. Riza felt her headache dissapate ever so slightly. Roy's voice was oddly soothing. He continued to hold one of her hands, gently stroking it with his thumb as he watched her and Riza relaxed.
"So... tell me something Colonel..." she started shyly. A slight smirk appeared on Roy's face. "What is our... relationship? I mean... we seem pretty close..."
Roy blinked a couple times, caught off gaurd by the question. Riza didn't miss the ever so slight shade of pink on the man's cheeks.
"uh... well, we were... are," he corrected himself. "Co-workers. We both work in the military. As you know, I'm a Colonel and you're my first Lieutenant. We've known each other for quiet a few years."
"We're friends then?" Riza checked, her eyes shut against the headache. Roy chuckled slightly and nodded.
"Yes, we're friends," he answered. "But... that's how you were injured."
Riza turned those beautiful eyes to meet Roy's, confusion clear on her face.
"What do you mean? I was hurt because we're friends...?" she checked, obviously not understanding. Roy let out a bitter laugh, his eyes gaining a sad and remorsful look in them before he dropped his gaze to their locked hands.
"Sort of..." he started slowly. Was that guilt Riza was hearing?"What happened was... about a month ago, the base here in Central was hit by a suprise rebel attack. You and I went to the front grounds where most of the fighting was to help out. A few minutes into the fighting, you spotted a rebel sniper as they took a shot at me... and as my subordinate... and... as my friend... you pushed me out of the way only to end up taking the bullet yourself..." Roy trailed off as his voice seemed about to crack. He swallowed hard and started again.
"As a result... you... your..." Roy couldn't finish the sentence. Riza squeezed his hand slightly, feeling a close bond between them at that moment.
"As a result... I lost my memory..." Riza finished for him. Roy's head drooped so that his darkhair was covering his face... and he nodded. Riza sighed, closing her eyes. "Well, that explains a lot!"
"I-I'm so sorry Riza..." Roy said so quietly Riza had to strain to hear him. "You did it for me... I'm the reason you're in this mess... I'm so sorry."
"Roy... I'm fairly certain after what you just told me... that you would've done the same for me. And I'm grateful that you had the strength to tell me this..." Riza said slowly. Roy looked up at her and found that Riza looked like she was fighting to stay awake. He offered her a weak smile and nodded.
"Thanks for saying that," Roy told her. "Don't worry... everything will be fine. I'm going to help you any way I can ok?"
Riza nodded slightly, her eyes beggining to droop. Roy patted her hand.
"Get some sleep Riza, you've had a lot to deal with today..." he instructed. Riza nodded again, closed her eyes and was asleep within minutes. Roy smiled as he watched her sleeping for a moment, but then stood up.
Riza's words had been slightly reassuring... but there was a lingering doubt in the Colonel's mind... that if she could remember, she'd never forgive him. Roy sighed and headed for the door.
He had a few choice words for his sister right now... seeing as Riza had woken up when he was gone... and he had promised Kya that if that happened... she'd be running.
Tsume-n-carnet: Dun dun Duhhhh! uh-oh... little sissy's in trouble. Hey, sorry I haven't updated in a while... and I'm sorry if this chapter sucks... but I think I'm getting a little better, maybe... anyway please review! and as always I would appreciate NO flames! kk, LATER Y'ALL!