A/N: Hello, my lovers! Yet another chapter for you to print out and use as toilet paper. Unless you have a septic tank…we'll work on that. Anyway! Here it goes, in this chapter you will finally get to see…DUN DUN DUN!...the Roy Mustang on the other side of the gate. He's a dick! But keep reading! Plot twists are coming soon…so soon it might as well be now, BUT IT'S NOT! Okay…I'm done. Oh, and WARNING!!! WARNING!!! SUPER DUPER WARNING!!! This chapter is quite...well...lemon-esque. So, if you're not comfortable with citrus flavoring, might I suggest drinking a glass of Kool-Aid instead of reading this whole chapter?

"I wanna live again / I wanna start everything over again / I wanna get this right / I'll meet you in another life / Over again / I'll coming back around again / Coming back over again / I'm coming back around again / But now it's over
Abandoned Warehouse, Munich
Riza was pretty sure after three whole days of dealing with it, that there was another person in her head, which was probably the main reason she found herself standing outside an empty warehouse in the northern part of town. She found that if she concentrated hard enough she could communicate with the other Riza that occupied her mind. However, their conversation that morning was pointless, to say the least:

Where did you come from?

I don't remember.

Who are your parents?

I don't remember.

These dreams we're having, why was my fiancée in one of them?

I don't know. I don't know those faces.

The one with the dark hair, he spoke my name. Why?

I don't know. But I feel like they weren't dreams, more like…memories.

Don't be absurd, it's my brain, I'd know if I had memories like that.

Riza knocked on the cool steel door and waited in silence for the response. She could hear the heavy footsteps of a male coming from behind the door. The small window on the front of the door slid open to reveal a pair of beautiful dark eyes. Those were the eyes from the dream, she could recognize them from a mile away, but something was different. They weren't soft and caring, they were cruel and harsh. From his post on the other side of the steal door, the man spoke brusquely, "What do you want?"

Before Riza could say anything, the newer part of her spoke, "We're here to speak with Julia Kimblee."

The man took a step back from the window for a moment. Riza could hear the distinct sound of swallowing. Then, he came back and laughed, "Why would I let you in, Nazi girl? Did Hitler send you after us to sniff out a few Jews? Well, I'm afraid you'll have to meet your quota else where, Nazi girl."

There was a slight slur in his voice, and Riza wondered for a moment if he had been drinking in there. "How do you know I'm with the Nazis?"

"Look at you with your blonde hair and blue eyes! You're ridiculous! Why should I believe a word you say?" A part of Riza was soaking in his voice. Yes, it did sound like he had, had a few drinks, but she also could trace his thick accent. He was Jewish, and it took all of her being not break in and take him to headquarters where he could be processed and sent to one of the camps. The other part of Riza had fallen silent. His comment stung her like lightning to the brain, she had blue eyes? Did she always have blue eyes? She had to get in there! She had to know what these thoughts meant.

Before Riza could stop the new being inside of her, her hands ripped open the top of her shirt and flashed the Jewish man the carving on her chest.

From the look in his eyes, Riza could see that he recognized the pattern. "A broch (Yiddish for 'Oh hell.')," he muttered under his breath.

We're out of time and I can't breathe / I told you not to believe in me / Because all I do is push you far away from me / All I do is push you far away from me / Out of time and I can't breathe / I told you not to believe in me / Because all I do is push you far away from me / All I do is push you far away from me
Roy's Apartment
That night Roy had actually made it to his house. The paperwork had all but disappeared that morning. Roy had woken up before daybreak to finish it, and now he was at home in the comfort of his own bed. He tossed his jacket on the back of the living room sofa and looked around as if he had never been in his tiny studio apartment.

Once Roy became the Fuhrer, they military had offered him a home in the country, but Roy refused. There was something to be said about a house where you could stand in the kitchen and the bedroom at the same time. He liked simplicity, and being that he didn't own many things, the small room suited him perfectly. Yes, it did lack a woman's touch, but Roy was a bachelor who spent most of his days in the office and most of his nights at a woman's house. Everything was white, as he preferred it. The walls, the tile, the sinks, the sheets, the curtains…all white.

But as Roy made his way slowly to his bed, he noticed something that was not white. Out of the corner of his eye, Roy spotted a small mouse fritter into his closet. Immediately Roy pounced over to the double white wicker doors. He threw the flimsy doors wide open, almost unhinging them in the process. The closet was about six inches shorter than Roy was, so he had to squat down a little to hunt for the rodent. His collection of suits and uniforms shrouded him a cloud of cotton and polyester, making it hard to see anything. Roy stood up quickly and instantly regretted doing so. The shelf that sat over the bar for hanging clothes came upon the top of his head quickly, shaking the entire feeble closet. "Damn!" Roy screamed.

Roy squatted back down and attempted to exit but as he did he heard the crunch of cardboard under his foot. He looked down and saw his foot was stuck in a shoe box filled with what appeared to be old letters. Bringing the box with him over to his bed, Roy tried his hardest to recall the person who sent them.

The return address read 'Riza Hawkeye.'

He ripped open the top letter and read aloud in his mind:

My Dearest Roy,

Not a night goes by when I don't think of you. I still can't believe you're gone. What's it like there? Do you miss me much? I miss you terribly. I know I sound like a broken record but you can't imagine what it's like at home right now. All the walls echo with your memories. Even the way my father curses your existence reminds me of how much I miss you. I still can't believe he put in that recommendation for you at the academy. But then again, he really did like you. He just didn't like us. But of course, that was my favorite part of seeing you. I'm glad to hear you're making friends at the academy. This Maes fellow sounds like a good match for you. As for me, I'm as lonely as ever. My father and grandpa spend most of their time dealing with military business, so I'm left alone most days. I keep the photo of you of in a tin box that I hid under that creaky floorboard in the guest bathroom. I love that cocky smile of yours, it's what keeps me going…that and the thought that in a few years you will have graduated and you'll be back with me. My father tells me it's just teenage romance that won't last, but I can't see us ever really being apart. I await your next letter.

With Love,

Riza Hawkeye.

I'm gonna make this work / I'm gonna change everything wrong with me / I'm gonna prove you wrong / When I meet you in another life / Over again / I'm coming back around again / Coming back over again / I'm coming back around again / But now it's over
Abandoned Warehouse, Munich
Once the man was thoroughly convinced that this strange German woman meant no harm, the man opened the door and let her in. It didn't take her long to realize that he really was the man from her dream. He was a gorgeous man, regardless of his Jewish heritage. His eyes were so stern and elusive. His onyx hair resembled a starless sky. It was tussled in no particular style. His pale skin was that of an Adonis. A part of Riza wanted to look away to keep herself, an engaged woman, from thinking any impure thoughts, and the other part of Riza wanted to rip his shirt off and see if the body beneath was as tight and toned as it appeared to be through his white cottons shirt.

"My name is Roy. I'd tell you my last name but I'm still not sure if I trust you enough," Roy said while beckoning for Riza to follow him. Inside the confines of the warehouse a portion of Germany's Jewish community had gathered to create a sort of haven for others like them. When Riza entered, the men and women burst to life, mumbling Yiddish things to one another. Riza didn't understand their words, but she didn't have to, their eyes said everything. She was an outcast and a dangerous one at that. They didn't want her there. She threatened everything they had worked so hard to achieve. A few even questioned Roy's loyalty. After all, he was at the front of their missions to thwart the Nazi advances and rescue their fellow people. Roy led them into a tiny room and whispered in a flat tone, "She's through here."

Riza nodded in thanks and Roy was off.

The room had been quite a sight to see. The walls were lined with circles and triangles and curves. Riza didn't know what they were, but some of them resembled the mark on her chest. Some were traced in chalk others in paint, and there in the middle of the room sat Julia Kimblee. She stared intently at her markings. "Sit down, Riza Hawkeye," Julia commanded. Her voice was low and rich with a heavy accent, but she wasn't Jewish.

"Listen, Julia, the only reason I'm here is to see if you can reverse what's wrong with me. Frankly, I'd like to lay a few bullets in your skull for this little tattoo," Riza said while sitting down.

"That may be so, but why is she here?" Julia pointed at Riza again, but both women knew she was speaking of the other girl in Riza's head.

"I feel like I don't belong here! I feel like this isn't my body."

Julia laughed, letting the empty room echo with the malevolent tone in her loud laughter. "You will learn to suppress her, to keep her voice within your head without her talking or acting for you. I did. This part of you, Riza, this alter-Riza, she wants to go home? Home is on the other side of the Gate."

Riza nearly jumped out of her seat. She had a home? Somewhere she was accepted? Somewhere she was…loved? Immediately, she began pummeling Julia with her questions, "How do I go about it? How did you do it? What's it like there?"

"Slow down. First, you must understand an important thing about me. When I said you can suppress the other one in your head, and I said that I did, I meant that I suppressed the woman whose body I entered."

Both Rizas were overwhelmed with shock. Riza didn't want someone who didn't belong stealing her body, and alter-Riza didn't want to take someone else's body, she wanted her own. "Neither of us wants that," Riza nearly shouted. "Can't you just tell us how to get her home and I can go back to my normal life?"

Julia turned away from Riza and rubbed her chin, "There are people besides me who know of the other world. The Elric's, I believe you've already met them. And, somewhere, I don't know where, is a woman called Bella Sugiyama."

"You don't know where she is?"

Julia shook her head. "If there is another like me, that means she succeeded in opening the Gate again. Which means she came through and is somewhere on this side. I asked one of the men here to look for her while he was working on counter intelligence with the German forces."

Riza slammed her fist down on the table, "I will not be seen working with the enemy."

"Suit yourself."

The other Riza in her head was screaming to speak, but Riza tried her hardest to contain her, maybe she actually could control her.

I want to go home, can't we just find some common ground?

I still have work to do.

How about this, we share until I can get home? If you can't morally live with yourself knowing your working with the enemy, just shut yourself off, and I'll do it. Then, when you're doing your work, I'll turn off. I'm sure there's something in your life that you don't want me around for.

I don't want you around at all! But Riza knew specifically she didn't want the other Riza around for when she was with Jean. But, if you promise to get this done as fast as you can, I guess we can share for a little while.

"Alright," Riza began, "we'll work with you." Riza got up to leave, but the other half of her held her down.

"Wait. Can you tell me why I have been having these dreams?"

Julia began the slow process of explaining to her the process of cerebral exchange. Riza's face went from shocked, to disgusted, to hopeless in a matter of minutes after hearing the tale of what she went through to find herself where she was. Somewhere, someone was dead because she was used to bring their soul across the Gate. She couldn't help but feel guilty. What was she thinking? "These dreams you have, they're memories."

"But I thought you said those were all erased to bring someone back to life."

Julia's character changed a little bit when she heard the distress in Riza's tone. Julia had been there. She knew what it felt like to feel the guilt and the pain, and not understand. Riza needed to hear something with a twinge of hope for once. "Bella Sugiyama may be a brain expert, but she's no heart expert. The brain can forget as much as it wants, but memories are things of the heart, the soul. The heart can't forget what it truly wants, and that's why you see these images. For me, they have yet to go away. Things my heart really felt, I can still see. Things like anger, and sadness, and love. I still see these images. I don't know what they mean. I think it's the same way on the other side too. I think matters of the heart aren't truly ever forgotten. I remember Bella telling trying to reassure me about coming here. I didn't want my son to ever forget me, but she said I would be erased from that world. I was devastated, so she told me how some things would remain. Physical things you personally left behind are all still there. Maybe they're slightly altered. Like maybe someone lives in your apartment now, but it's still yours. I wonder if some things still remained exactly the same. Also, people who don't exist on this side do not forget people who went through. Such as children who aren't born yet on the other side. They remember everything." Julia sighed, she had shown weakness, but it was for the sake of someone just like her, someone who was longing for something she didn't remember. "Why don't you talk to the Elrics? Ask them to help you and Roy find Bella. Then you can go home."

We're out of time and I can't breathe / I told you not to believe in me / Because all I do is push you far away from me / All I do is push you far away from me / Out of time and I can't breathe / I told you not to believe in me / Because all I do is push you far away from me / All I do is push you far away from me
The Hawkeye Mansion
The only reason Roy found himself standing outside the ivy covered house was out of sheer curiosity. He checked the return address then looked at the number on the side of the house, they matched.

He felt a familiar aura coming from the house. He had been there before. But why? This woman, he could almost remember knowing her. And now, he was at what he assumed was her house. He knocked on the door and an elderly woman answered. "Fuhrer Mustang?" The upside to being as important as Roy was that everyone recognized you and few turned you away at the door.

Roy nodded, "I'm looking for a Riza Hawkeye."

She shook her head and opened the door to let him enter, "I'm sorry, sir, but there is no one here by that name."

"Would you mind if I looked around the house?" The maid let him in without a questioning. He entered and scanned his surroundings. He felt like he could see these things he almost remembered dancing around the house. He felt like he could see his blonde haired secret lover lead him through the halls. He could smell her strawberry scent in the air around him. He could hear her whisper in his ear…Roy…Roy…Roy…

"Roy?" Wait, that was a real voice. He spun around and faced the maid, "I'm sorry, I mean Fuhrer Mustang. Is there a certain room I can show you?"

"No, thanks, I think I can find it myself." On his way toward the main house, he passed a side table adorned with photos. One was an elderly man that he instantly recognized as General Grumman, his old mentor. The other was his son. He remembered him coming to his graduation. The two were instant friends. Were they? Roy remembered him shaking his hand and congratulating him, but other memories told him that the man hated Roy with a deep seeded passion that no amount of time could wash away. "Are the men of the house available?"

"Sir? The Hawkeye men passed away a while ago."

Riza squeezed his hand to keep the tears from flowing. Roy wanted to hold her closer to him, but her hurt heart was still not ready to go back to Roy. She was wounded, and the death of her father only added salt to the wound. Roy looked down at her, and as though he were taking a page out of Jean's book on How To Just Be Friends, he put his arm around Riza and let her cry onto his chest. He didn't run his hand down her back to her parts unknown. He didn't sink his face toward hers and sneak a kiss in. He just held her and waited for her to stop crying.

The maid's voice shook Roy from his memory, "Yes, the other maids and butlers and I keep this place going as a getaway house for upper-class families on their way through the countryside. Right now we have a very well to do man from the east visiting. He's out on a horse ride right now, but if you wait a few hours, he'll be in." The maid bowed and left Roy to search the rest of the house on his own.

Again, the blonde temptress returned to him. He placed his hand in her ghost like palm and she guided him toward the guest wing.

"Come on, Roy," she said while dancing her way through the halls that she had memorized. "I have something to show you!" Roy obeyed blindly. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Grumman give him the thumbs up sign. On a day to day basis the old man told him that young love was the best love. The guy creeped Roy out, there was no doubt about that, but he couldn't help but agree. As he followed Riza into the guest bathroom, he felt warm and safe with his hand in hers. He didn't want to ever leave.

Roy found himself in the guest bathroom. Just as Riza stopped, he heard a familiar squeak.

"Hear that, Roy?" Riza jumped up and down on the floor, making it squeak and moan even more. "This floorboard's loose." She bent down and opened it for him.

Roy dug his fingers under the loose board and pried it up.

"I know you have training while I'm home, and I'm at school when you're home. So, on your time off, we can write each other and hide the letters in here. That way my dad won't murder you."

And there it was, the green tin box that had been described in the letter. He opened up and saw it was filled with letters and pictures. He couldn't quite remember taking those photos, but they were of him nonetheless. And, at the very bottom of the box was his silver ring. The academy gave them to certified alchemist's in training upon entering the academy.

"But you'll get in trouble if you don't have it at the door the first day," Riza said. Roy slipped it on her ring finger, it was much too big. She took it off and tried giving it back.

"I want you to have something of worth to remember me by while I'm gone. I'll tell my captain I lost it. What's the worst that could happen?" Roy smiled and placed the ring on her thumb this time. It was a perfect fit. The silver accented her hand quite nicely.

Roy remembered telling his captain he lost the ring, but he didn't remember where he lost it. Could it truly be that he gave it to this mystery woman? And if so, why wasn't she wearing it now?

"I'll always wear it, Roy."

At the top of the box was a letter written in his hand. They all were, but this one was different. Small drops of moisture had covered some of the ink, causing it to run a little. Tears?

Riza,

I don't think we should continue this relationship any further. I'm going to be joining the military, you're going to be starting your new life soon. You'll find someone else, I promise. I just don't think we're right for each other, and I don't think I love you anymore.

Roy

How stern and cold the letter had been. How callous and cold it had been. His eyes didn't even want to read his own words after reading the letters she had sent him. Her letters were so loving and sweet, and they dripped with longing to be with him. And here was his reply, short and bitter. Were these her tears that penetrated the blue ink?

Roy laid his pen down on his desk and felt a hand on his shoulder. "You crying, Roy?" Maes asked. Roy couldn't even answer. He was such a coward. There were things he wanted to put in that letter, but just couldn't. And it was better to just let her know it was over without letting her know the real reasons why. Because, in truth, he didn't want it to be over, and if he said that, it never would be over…and he needed it to be. He knew he would be going off too battle, and if he didn't come back, he didn't want that weighing on her heart. Maes scanned the letter and instantly knew what was going on. He didn't need to ask Roy, he knew that Roy still loved her. "Hey, it's gonna be okay, buddy."

They were his tears.

I never had the gift of holding on to you / So far, so far away / No I, never had to gift of holding on to you / You're so far, so far away
The Nazi Headquarters in Munich
Riza set her bags down at the door and rubbed her neck, but she was quickly swept up into the arms of her waiting comrade. Havoc began placing kisses up and down her face. "Havoc…please, someone might be watching," Riza said between his kisses.

"We're alone, dear. Everyone else is gone. It's just you and me." Without another word, Riza obliged and began responding with her body and mind. While alter-Riza had been worried about getting home, all Riza could think about was returning to her two true passions, war and Jean Havoc.

Riza smashed her lips against Jean's as they raced to see who could get undressed faster. She plunged her tongue into his mouth without even asking for permission, and Jean quickly reciprocated. They tried their hardest to make it somewhere where they could lock the door, but once Jean had backed into the receptionist's desk, he found a spot that would do for the moment.

After almost clawing through Havoc's uniform, she made it to his buttons and began tearing each apart. Havoc was keeping his mouth busy with Riza's and his hands busy with slipping her shirt up and over his head. That's when he saw the mark. It was gruesome and unbecoming for such an untouchable goddess as she, but he couldn't necessarily label it as a turn off. After months spent without her, all he wanted to do was plow her brains out like he had done many times before in almost the exact same spot.

Riza sensed his eyes on her scars, but there were more important things at hand. Her hands hastily ripped open his belt and unzipped his pants. It wasn't rare for their sex to be this aggressive and hasty, but it was usually on Jean's part. This new deprived side of Hawkeye was confusingly arousing.

With all he had within him, Havoc pulled his lips and tongue away from Hawkeye, giving him a quick moment to savor the taste she left in his mouth. "Riza, Riza, come on, we've got three hours to ourselves here, you wanna slow down a little?"

Riza mapped out a trail of juicy yearning kisses down from his lips, to his neck, to his chest, to just above his navel. Riza grabbed both the top of his boxers and his trousers with her hands and looked up at him, "I've been in a hospital with absolutely no male companionship for months. The first man I came across when I woke up was a post pubescent blonde boy and his older, but most likely just as naive, brother. Then, a doctor, an old doctor. Now, are you gonna let me have my way with you or not?"

Havoc tilted her head up toward him, "I'm just saying, am I gonna get to do some work around here?"

Riza forcefully pushed down the tops of his garments and saw what she had waited months upon months for. It was just as she remembered it, long, hard, and all hers. Just as her mouth came down upon the tip, there was a moment of unwanted reflection.

"Oh my god, Colonel, I'm so sorry!" Riza screeched with wide eyes. "I heard a loud noise and I came in as fast as I could."

Roy ran a towel through his hair without giving a second thought to his naked manhood that he had been putting on display for his subordinate. "I slipped in the shower, Riza. I'm fine." He backed away for a moment then turned around, giving Riza another view of her commanding officer that she had not seen before. The military had been good to Roy Mustang. All that training and running up and down the battlefield made for one of the tightest backsides she had ever witnessed. The fact that he spent most of his days in an office and most of his nights drinking heavy liquor didn't seem to matter. Riza wanted to slap herself for even considering Roy's body as desirable, but she could not get herself to turn away. Roy tossed his towel onto the rack and then turned back to Riza. Her eyes were exactly where they had been when she first entered. He had to admit that his ego was getting a huge pat on the back knowing that his body was the cause of shock for someone like Riza Hawkeye. "See something you like, Hawkeye?"

Riza shook her head to look away, but every chance she got her eyes shot back to their previous location. With all the strength within her, she backed up into the bathroom wall and reached around until she found a towel. She tossed it at Roy, then watched as he wrapped it around his waist. "I'm sorry, sir. Really, sir. I didn't know, sir."

Roy smiled as she blushed uncontrollably. He glanced down at the floor for a second and then caught sight of a tiny bead of water roll down from his chest toward his stomach. Then, he glanced back at Riza. He wanted that drop to be her hand, placing feather light touches down his chest, toward his bellybutton, then to his… "Hawkeye, if you didn't want to see, why didn't you just leave? Is there something else you needed to say?"

Shivers were running sprints up and down Riza's spine. She just sat frozen, with her eyes still in the same place, even though she knew there was nothing there. All she wanted was something warm to thaw out her body so she could escape her embarrassment. She had seen other men naked, but god, Roy Mustang was the pinnacle of sexual desire. It wasn't enough that he had those dark eyes and careless hair, he also had the chiseled body to go along with it. It didn't help that it had been covered in water either. The thought of his body drenched in warm water only gave her a bad case of dry mouth that she wanted to suppress by running her tongue across every part of his body. Then, as if her prayers had been answered, her body began to heat up.

Her face had already been burning from her humiliation, but now the rest of her body was catching up. Her arms were somehow flat across the cool bathroom wall, but the shivers had ceased, replaced by fire like butterflies tiptoeing across her upper body. That's when she realized the cause of all this heat.

Roy had her pinned to the wall by each wrist, and his mouth was moving in fast. Riza wanted to turn away. She wanted to scream at him to never touch her again. She wanted to slam a fist into the side of his head. But all she could think about was what it would be like kissing Roy again. She remembered those kisses, those late night forbidden kisses in the safety of the guest bedroom of her father's house. And now, she was ready to experience that same feeling, only now the sense of forbidden desire was amplified by the fact that both of them would end up discharged if they were caught.

After the years and anguish that she had put between them, Roy hadn't lost his touch. He began the same way he did all those years ago. He placed a wispy kiss on her waiting moist lips, then looked in her eyes for permission. If he saw anger he would stop, but instead, he recognized that same look she had given him so many times before, complete submission. Her eyes fell back into her head and her lids slammed shut, begging and waiting for him to continue. Roy wasn't one to deny a woman, so he returned to her lips. This time, he added vigor to the kiss, not asking for authorization for his tongue to enter her mouth, but demanding it. His tongue worked in spirals around her, but he constantly switched the direction of the rotation, not wanting her to guess where his tongue would explore next. But soon his tongue wasn't the only part of him creating a rhythm.

Out of the slits that she used as eyes, she saw his knee run up in between her legs. His body was still hot from his shower, and the heat was quickly radiating to Riza's body. But to speed things up, he made sure that every part of his body was pressed firmly against hers. Some of the water that clothed his bare skin escaped onto her body, but she didn't care. All she cared about was his tongue that was waltzing crazily across her tongue and that damn knee of his that rubbed her most sensitive of areas through her uniform. She had been touched by Roy long ago, but they never quite made it all the way, but now Riza wondered why she hesitated because if his rod could pull off even half of what his knee was doing, she'd jump his bones right then and there on the bathroom floor.

She began creating a counter rhythm with her hips. As he slid his knee down the crotch of her pants, she rode her hips up his thigh. As his kissing sped up, so did their rhythm. The friction caused the heat to flow from in between her legs, and Roy could feel it ignite sparks against his bare knee. As she rode farther up his thigh and he pressed harder with his knee, she brushed against his erection. The towel wasn't doing much to disguise it, but she was more concerned with her own arousal.

"Mmm, Roy, that feels so great. Oh! Roy! Don't stop!" Riza panted.

Havoc looked up from his spot on top of her with disbelief written on his face. His length was still inside her, but he pulled out immediately when he heard her cries. Ever since he started making love to her when she walked in through the door that afternoon, he felt like she was possessed, and now he knew why. "Who the hell is Roy?"

Riza's eyes shot open in alarm. "What?" She looked down and realized where she was. Had that damn other half of her just reminisced through an entire love making session? What happened to sharing, she told alter-Riza.

Everything was breathless and wonderful, but she had to stop. Just like all those other thousands of times she caught herself fanaticizing about Colonel Roy Mustang, she had to think back to the one thing that could instantly turn her off, he broke her heart. He destroyed all her illusions of true romance and love. He shattered her.

Riza pushed hard against his chest and he backed away, taking his lips, his tongue, and his refined and sexy body with him. Roy knew exactly what had happened. No amount of sexual desire could mend a broken heart. No, he needed words to do that, and he just didn't have those quite yet.

Riza quickly saluted and left.

Havoc yanked up his trousers and looked down at his fiancée who was sweating in agony. They were both on the brink of orgasm, and now Havoc had denied them both something they had waited a long time for. Riza knew that she had unintentionally hurt his pride, but he would never understand how it happened. So, she quickly got clothed and saluted him. "I think I'll get started on my work, sir."

Roy looked down at his throbbing erection and the empty bathroom. He painfully walked back into the shower and turned on the water, this time neglecting the H and turning the C all the way to the right.

I wanna live again / I wanna start everything over again / I wanna live again / I wanna start everything over again
Eastern Headquarters
Maes entered Roy's office with one of his huge smiles. They had all graduated and now Roy was a Colonel for the military and a state alchemist. He couldn't ask for anything more…except…well…he couldn't imagine her walking back into his life. "This is a nice place, Roy."

Roy replied with a cocky smile. It was a nice office and he was damn proud of it. He had earned it. "I'm sure yours is better."

"Yeah, but you get to sit in the hot seat and go out where the action is. My office is only big to hold all the paperwork I have to do."

Roy laughed along with Maes. Roy hated small talk, but small talk with Maes was usually the only conversation they had time for, and he couldn't abandon it. He could never burn his bridge with Maes Hughes, he knew that he depended on Hughes for sanity, even if Hughes was a little kooky. "You got me an assistant?"

Maes rubbed the back of his head. Roy knew that look, bad news. "Yeah, I'm not one to beat around the bush, so," Hughes reached back and opened the door, "may I introduce your new assistant, First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye."

Roy's tongue swelled up and he concentrated hard on not choking on it. He hadn't recalled signing for an order of 'A Ton of Bricks', but they still came raining down on him relentlessly. She was just as beautiful as he remembered, even more so now that she carried herself with a sense of sheer woman pride. The old Riza was a girl, which had been fine because he had been a boy. But now, he was a man, and what stood before him was a woman. The kind of woman who could do some real damage.

Maes nodded and exited. He knew that if he stayed a moment longer he'd end up dead in the crossfire.

Roy immediately began catching up and trying his hardest to rationalize the past between them, "Listen, Riz, the only reason I said any of that stuff was because we were young and I didn't want us getting hurt. I didn't mean any of it, and if I would have known you'd be right here years later, I wouldn't have said it. I didn't think I'd ever see you again and…"

The emotional drabble that came spewing from Roy's mouth did nothing for Riza. She had been burned by the Flame Alchemist, and she wasn't looking for his apology to act as an ointment. She wore her scar proudly. "Sir, where would you like me to put my things?" she said while saluting.

And that was it. She had just drawn the line that would separate the two. On one side sat duty and everything she stood for as First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye, and on the other side, stood the chance of rekindling their past romance, and just by saluting him, she had set up a giant stone wall bewtixt the two that was never to be broken down.

Out of time and I can't breath / We're out of time and I can't breathe / I told you not to believe in me / Because all I do is push you far away from me / All I do is push you far away from me."

--Armor for Sleep

HOLY CRAP, I'M DONE! I know what you're thinking, why did I cut that juicy action short? Because your pants were getting too tight. Why'd I replace juicy Havoc action with dumb ol' Roy? Because it's Royai and that's the way it goes, tight pants. Why'd I cut off that juicy Roy chasing a mouse action short? Because...you're creepy, tight pants, but I like your pants, call me. ;) Anyway! I shall be on a short, as in like...three days...break, I gotta move. And I'm sure that is relevant for you. In the meantime, listen to this song from this chapter, it's absolutely great. In fact, all of them have been. Listen to all of them, or I refuse to add on. Oh, AND REVIEW YOU BUTT HEADS! 'Cept you, tight pants. You just sit back and be sexy.