Chapter 2

Moving in

"General! General Mustang!" I yelled at the man, for nearly the 5th time that day. He blinked and looked up at me, sleepily.

"Sorry, sorry. What was it you were saying? I spaced out, again."

I glared at him and stood up. "Fine. You know what, Mustang? You obviously don't care about what I have to say."

He didn't deny it. Only sat there, staring at me through his one eye. I growled in frustration and threw my hands up in the air.

"All right, Mustang. I'll leave you to your work. I just thought you might have wanted to know that I just so happen to be pregnant with your child!" I stormed away from him, ignoring the look of total shock that had just formed on his face. I flung open the door to his office…

And found 5 ever-present subordinates staring at me as if I had just grown cat ears and a tail.

Fuery had fallen out of his chair and was in absolute shock on the floor; Breda looked confused and slightly worried. Falman was standing, staring at the door in shock; Jean's cigarette was hanging from his mouth and he looked completely stunned. Riza had her hand on the hilt of her gun, already striding toward the General's office.

Jean recovered from the shock, first.

"What. The. Hell." He was angry- no, beyond angry. He was totally and utterly pissed.

"Brother-"

"Don't even start with me, Ava!" Havoc yelled. "That bastard got you pregnant! And you didn't even tell me at the hospital?"

"Brother, please. It wasn't-" I stopped when I felt a warm hand resting on my shoulder. I looked up to find Mustang staring out into the office at his subordinates.

"Come, Major Havoc. I believe we have some…issues we must talk about." And with that, he pulled me back into the smaller room and away from my brother's wrath.

There was pounding on the door and Mustang quickly drew a transmutation circle to ensure that we would not be overheard.

"So, Major. Tell me how it is that you came to be pregnant with my child when we have never had sex." I blushed, slightly, at his bluntness, but recovered quickly.

"It was an experiment, General. I was aiming to create human life using alchemy."

The General raised an eyebrow. "You are aware that what you were trying to accomplish was a form of human transmutation, correct? Forbidden alchemy?"

"Yes, General, I was quite aware. Anyway, something must have gone wrong because as soon as I placed my hands on the circle, I was thrown backwards by this really bright light and when I woke up, I was pregnant."

"And how did this child come to be mine?" The Flame Alchemist, asked, making me blush bright red and look down at my shoes.

"Well, I needed DNA, so…" I trailed off.

"So you used my DNA," Mustang finished. I nodded, still embarrassed.

"I'm flattered," Roy said, dryly. "But you know, it would have been so much easier getting me to go on a date with you if you just asked instead of making up such a stupid and obvious story."

I looked up at him and glared. "You think I'm lying, huh, Mustang? Want me to take a pregnancy test and show you, Bastard? Want me to go to a bloody doctor and get him to give me a test? Want me to show you the transmutation circle I used?"

He blinked at my willingness to prove to him that I was telling the truth.

"Okay," He sighed. "The transmutation circle it is."

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"This is… this is very complex, Havoc," Mustang said in awe. "I see no problem with it."

"I didn't either, Mustang," I answered, glaring at him. "That's why I performed the transmutation. But look where it put me." He ignored me and continued studying the circles.

There was a knock on the door, followed by, "Ava? General Mustang? Are you in there?" We both looked up in time to see the door open and Adron walk in.

"Ah, the ever-present little watch dog," Roy commented, dryly. Adron sent him a good-humored glare before shaking the General's offered hand.

"Nice to see you too, Mustang. Anyway, Ava, your brother is downstairs ranting about something or other." He waved his hand in his signal way of saying he didn't care. "Only reason I'm telling you this is because he's getting really angry and I think he may rip my head off."

I rolled my eyes. "Ignore him, Adron. He's only mad because I didn't tell him the results of the transmutation."

Adron raised an eyebrow. "So now he knows? Does he know the DNA you used?" He sent a glance at Mustang and I nodded.

"They both know. Although, I don't really think brother knows the whole truth. Do you mind telling him?" I asked hopefully.

Adron shook his head. "No way, Ava. You have to tell him this one. You know how Jean gets when he's angry. There's no way I'm having the thing being ripped to shreds my head."

I glared. "So you'd rather it be my head?"

He shrugged. "Hey, I never said I planned to die at age 18 from my best friend's brother's anger."

I sighed and turned back to the circles, where Roy was bent once more, chalk in hand and muttering to himself.

"Mustang, what are you doing?" I asked, as he erased a line, then redrew it.

"Trying to find out why your perfect transmutation turned out to be not so perfect after all."

I walked over to my notes and plopped them down on the ground by the General's crouching form.

"I figured that by using two circles that intertwined, kind of like a Venn diagram, I could put the father's DNA in one side and the mother's in the other. The middle would be mix of the two DNA's."

Roy took my notes and carefully looked them over. Suddenly, his eyes stopped moving over the page and came to rest on me.

"Ava, did you ever stop to think that to do this the way you had wanted to, maybe you would actually need both parents conducting the transmutation?"

I stared at him in shock and grabbed my notes back from him, quickly scanning them over. Finding nothing, I threw them all aside and grabbed a fresh, clean piece of paper and a pen, and began writing, furiously.

When I was done, I looked up to find both Adron and Mustang standing over me, reading what I had written. I leaned back in my chair and sighed, scratching my nose.

From outside the room, there was yelling heard and all three of us jumped. Adron turned and began walking to the door, throwing over his shoulder on the way, "You owe me big time for this, Ava."

Then, he was gone. Mustang sighed and I looked at him, curiously.

"If this, indeed, is my child, then we may very well both be court-martialed." I blinked at him in confusion, and he explained. "Relationships with direct subordinates are frowned upon in the military. It doesn't help much that you're barely of age, Ava."

I blushed, lightly, and said, "We don't have a relationship, though."

"Try telling that to the higher-ups, Ava. And you definitely can't tell them the truth. They'd have you hauled off to a lab in no time. No, we're going to have to get you moved then pretend we have a relationship. Now come on, Major, go get you things."

"What?" I squeaked, blushing even harder than before. He looked at me with that trademark smirk of his and said, "You're coming to live with me, Ava. Can't have my darling girlfriend and our baby living without me, can I?"

"Um…Mustang?"

"Roy."

"Roy, sorry. What does this make us?"

"Didn't you hear me, darling?"

I could feel my face heating up. "No, I mean…uh, between us. Are we just acquaintances or friends or…what?"

"My dear, we are merely friends with one, big problem."