Author's Note: I do not own FMA, Harry Potter, or their characters. This is AU and set during the fifth book.
No Place Like Home
Riza woke on the warehouse floor where this whole mess started. Roy was there beside her, and she could see a suit of armor as well as a pair of blond heads. There were all here. They were home. The warehouse seemed abandoned and fairly unchanged. She could see a scuffed array on the ground, but it was no longer complete. With a groan, Riza pulled got to her feet. Floors were not comfortable. She looked down and let out a sigh of relief. Roy looked to be about thirty. They were back to normal.
Roy let out a groan of his own, and she immediately knelt by his side.
"Sir?"
"Hawkeye?" He blinked at her. "Are we back to all that formality again?"
"We are home, sir."
And unfortunately, the informality they had shared while stuck at Hogwarts would have to be left there. It would no longer be safe to allow themselves even that small pleasure.
Mustang groaned but got to his fee. Looking around the room, he let out a sigh.
"I suppose we should wake them up." He glanced down at Fullmetal. "He's not going to let us hear the end of this you know."
Rousing Edward and company turned out to be more of task than Riza expected. But once everyone was awake, they all found themselves rather reluctant to venture back out into the city. Riza squeezed the colonel's hand. They had been gone for nearly a year, and while Edward had filed them in on some of events since their disappearance, there was still a lot they didn't know. None of them really knew what to expect. Still, they were back in their own world, and Riza doubted that the problems they had been working to solve had taken care of themselves while they were gone.
Meeting Roy's eyes, she nodded, and they dropped each other's hands. Roy made for the exit, and Riza took up her normal position following after him. They had work to do after all. The government wasn't going overthrow itself after all. It was time to get back to work.
Theme: Floor