Author's Note: So umm… I dunno if you thought about it, but I do have a slight storyline based on the last chapter I think you'll like the irony, especially you Clio. And so yeah I decided to add this chapter even though I didn't get many reviews Remember even if you're a guest you can review!

Chapter 4

Ed woke up from his pleasant dreams the next morning when the phone to his hotel room rang. He stood up groggily and made his way to the desk across the room to pick up the phone. "Hello?" he said into the speaker with obvious deep sleep still in his voice.

"Fullmetal, please report to the Führer's office immediately," came Riza Hawkeye's voice from the other end. As always she was very serious and didn't let any emotion enter her voice.

"What for?" Ed asked casually. "Is there something important for me to do?"

"Quite. The Führer suffered from some burns last night and his injuries from Truth have relapsed. He's currently in the hospital, but I need you to organize and review all of his documents so you can better understand them. It seems in the near future you will need to read them aloud to him as well as doing some of the reviews yourself. See you soon Edward." She hung up the phone to leave no room to argue.

Reluctantly Ed pulled on his usual black pants and his shirt. He'd been reinstated as a state alchemist along with being made Mustang's assistant. He put the silver pocket watch in his red coat pocket and set out the door and onto the street. He decided he'd hurry so as not to seem unaffected by the news.

In all honesty he was affected by the news. He'd meant to hurt Mustang, but was taking away his vision after he'd gotten back too much? Ed shook it off. He was nothing like that bastard Truth. Mustang had done wrong to him first, whereas the Truth took something painfully and forced some knowledge upon its victim.

Upon arriving at the central command center Ed was met by Hawkeye who fell in step beside him. "Glad you could get here so quickly Fullmetal," she said without looking his direction. "I'm glad you'd decided to go back to your hotel and retrieve your things, else you might have been affected by the colonel- the Führer's accident." Ed looked at her seemingly oblivious of what she was talking about. Actually, he was. What did Mustang tell her? 'Is she just playing along with my charade until she brings someone to arrest me?'

The thought was preposterous. She very well could have arrested him herself, especially since he couldn't use alchemy. Still he itched to know what Roy had told them. He had no good reason to lie for Ed, but so far it appeared that he had.

Riza opened the door to the Führer's office and shut it as she followed Ed in. "There are already several reports requiring attention. I've laid them on the desk for you to look at. Most of them are military matters so you should be able to handle those with some amount of adeptness. Then you'll need to deliver them to the Führer's hospital room and explain your decisions to him so he can sign the forms." Ed glanced at the stack on the desk.

"I see…" he said slowly. "Uh, Hawkeye, what exactly happened? With the Führer, I mean." A small frown creased her otherwise smooth face.

"It appears he was experimenting with a new form of flame alchemy and upon lighting a candle he produced a small explosion causing the candle to launch off the table and send the hot wax into his eyes." Ed looked down.

"Oh," he said as he took a seat on the couch.

"It's a lie," Hawkeye continued. "I wouldn't believe he could be so careless with his flames in the first place, and the evidence shows not only that there was no explosion but also that the candle was lit with an oil lighter. The Führer does sometimes light things manually, however typically he uses a match rather than a lighter. Interesting, don't you think?" Ed swallowed.

"Are you sure you're not making too much of this?" Ed asked her. "I mean, why would Mustang lie to you?"

Hawkeye let a small smile cross her face. "He lies to me as often as he tells the truth," she said. "If he thinks it will protect me and get him further ahead, he'll tell me anything he has to." With that she left, closing the door quietly. Ed slumped on the couch and sighed. He didn't rest long before sitting at Mustang's desk and starting to sort through the reports.

Mostly it was just delegations; what department needs to do what and what the priorities are. He hurriedly made decisions for the ones involving the military, and simply wrote notes for the rest. He wasn't used to doing a lot of paperwork on this end of the reports, but he would do as much as he could to help Mustang. He felt guilty. Not for getting his revenge, but the sensitivity of the outcome.

After a grueling five hours of delegating, sorting papers, and making notes Ed finally got through the stack of reports as well as the additional three stacks Hawkeye had brought in during his work. He'd truly done as well as he could with the little experience he had. He could only hope that his notes and initial rulings would make reviewing them with Roy go faster.

Ed gathered all the papers into folders that he'd labeled according to the subjects that the reports were about and put them all in a red satchel that matched his coat. He assumed the satchel had been a gift from Roy, because he'd just found it in his room. He slung the satchel over his shoulder and started heading out, nodding to Hawkeye as he passed her.

When he arrived at the hospital that Mustang was at he immediately went to the room he was directed to. When he walked in he was surprised to see that Roy wasn't sleeping or even resting, but rather he was on the hospital room floor doing push-ups, clapping in between every other one. "Roy…?" Ed spoke up hesitantly. "It-it's me… Edward."

Roy stopped his exercise and sat cross legged on the floor. "Hello Edward," he said stiffly. "I trust you're satisfied?" The words struck at Ed's heart. He'd wanted to hurt the man, but not something so… permanent. They didn't have any more Philosopher's Stones laying around for Marcoh to use again.

"Please… Roy I- I'm sorry." Ed set the bag full of reports on a small table in the corner. "I just… You hurt me. You forced me… forced me to…" As Ed recalled the events of that first night in the office he began getting angry, suppressing his guilt. "You- you raped me you fucking bastard! I said no! I fought! I did everything I could without- without alchemy!"

Ed started crying and slumped into the corner. "I'm weak now. Ever since I lost it, I've been weak. And you took advantage of me you bastard. I hope you never get your vision back!" As soon as the last words left his lips he felt a slight twinge of guilt, but he didn't take it back.

Roy turned his head toward Ed as if to look at him. His eyes foggy and scarred with burn marks clean across his face like a visor over his eyes. "Thank you Edward," he said softly. Ed's breath caught at the unexpected words. "You made me weak. You used my selfish desires against me. You put me back in my place. Just hearing your voice… it makes me feel weak. My muscles turn to liquid at the thought of what might happen if I hurt you again. Thank you, Fullmetal, and please don't hate me for very long."

A single tear caressed Ed's cheek as it fell. The words that came from Roy's mouth were unexpected, but they were exactly what Ed really wanted. "Roy," Ed said as he moved to sit a bit closer to the other man. "I- I don't hate you right now. What you did wasn't completely… undesired. You're just really shitty at seducing a guy." Ed and Roy both laughed a little at that comment.

"I suppose I am," Roy admitted. "I know this is a lot to ask, but I'd still like you to be my assistant. Especially now I need someone I know I can trust. What 'a ya say, my little alchemist?" Ed thought silently for a few seconds.

"I'll continue as your assistant," he said, "but be aware that I'm keeping a candle lit nearby at all times." Ed smiled at Roy's laughter from his joke. "Come on, bastard, I need you to approve some reports. I've been doing your job all day, so I expect you to pay for dinner tonight." Roy stood with a grin on his face and offered his hand to help Ed up. Ed took it and enjoyed the –consensual- feeling of the man's soft skin.

Upon pulling Ed to his feet Roy tried to pull him in for a hug, but was rejected. "No," Ed said firmly. "It's too soon for that much contact." Still he held onto the older man's hand as they reviewed the reports. Ed would read his own summary of each report and then the exact words of parts that Roy wanted to hear.

Towards the end of the night Ed had made Roy get back into his hospital bed while they continued their work with Ed sitting in a cushioned chair nearby. At some point Roy stopped responding, so Ed turned the lights off and returned to his chair to sleep next to Roy in case he needed anything. He didn't hate Mustang, but he still couldn't forgive him. Not yet.

End Note: Aww happy ending! At least for the chapter! Don't think you're getting off that easy Mustang! More trials and romance in the next chapter, and likely some sex in the one after! Still need a betareader, unless you guys think this is good enough. Please favorite, follow, and review! I'm open to suggestions as long as you're not rude!