Author's Note: Roy one night finds that he needs to be the mature one and take matters into his own hands.

Security

There were many definitions for the word security. Freedome from doubt, anxiety, or fear. And best yet- Something that gives or assures safety. At this one dazed and dizzy moment in her life, Riza Hawkeye found Roy Mustang to be her security. He smiled at her lightly as he carried her, craddling in his arms to her apartment in the dead of night as she continued to babble about how sorry she was to have dragged him away from all the fun. They were actually at a New Years party and even though he knew there was alcohol, he didn't know that his lieutenant's tolerance was so low. She was drunk quicker than any one there, even though Havoc and Breda were already making fools of themselves.

"I'm so sorry, Roy... I mean, Colonel." she muttered and looked up at him with apologetic eyes, much like a child, her face flushed from drunkness. He just looked at her and shook his head.

"Its ok. That place was getting out of control anyway." he said and grinned at her. "But honestly, how many shots did you and Ross have?" he asked. Riza moaned and buried her face into his shoulder. Roy just smiled and shook his head. Ross would be fine. She had Brosh watching after her and everyone knew the guy had the hots for her. Plus, she looked like a pro taking in those shots earlier.

When Roy managed to finally get a hold of Riza's key and open the door, they were greeted by Black Hayate, who stopped his excited barking when he saw the condition his mistress was in. Roy helped Riza stand and she waved a hand at him before going to her room to change. Roy was hesitant to follow her but when she fell backwards, he was behind her for the catch. "Here, let me help you out." he said, leading her to the room. She was clearly so much in a daze that she didn't care that Roy was helping her change and when he laid her in the bed and covered her up, she rolled onto her side and curled up. Black Hayate climbed into bed with her and laid next to her, trying to be of some comfort as Roy returned and placed a cold cloth on her head.

"I'm sorry." she said again, weakly. Roy just grinned at her and ran his fingers through his dark hair.

"Quit apologizing. As your superior its my job to make sure you get home safely every night." he informed and watched her as she slowly allowed her eyes to close. "It'll take a long while before you don't feel sick, but then there's always the hang over... And it may be bad since this is probably your first real time being completely-" he stopped when she let out a moan. Hayate had even looked up and gave the man a disapproving look. Roy smiled and moved the bangs from Riza's face. "Just get some rest." he said. Riza looked at him curiously, pulling the covers comfortably around her as she rolled onto her side and looked at him.

"Are you leaving?" she asked and he shook his head, taking off his jacket and shoes.

"No I figured I'd stay here and watch after you." He answered. Riza watched him silently as he got comfortable in the chair he had pulled into her room before moving over some in the bed.

"I can share." she said, not looking at him. Roy looked at her and chuckled silently before nodding and climbing into bed with her. He reached over and pulled her close to him, wrapping an arm around her and Riza smiled faintly, lying her head against his chest and clutching slightly at the fabric of his shirt. Black Hayate laid beside her, curled up comfortably. As he began drifting to sleep, after watching her with concern for a while and hoping she didn't jump up to suddenly in the urge to puke, he felt her stir a bit and let out a soft sigh.

"Thank you, Roy... for being my security."