I don't not own FMA or its characters.

Roy's POV

I'm aware of the fact that Fullmetal opts for a different route of entrance. No matter, we'll probably cover more space faster this way.

The entrance room of the building is dark with a dingy, ripped couch and an abandoned secretary's desk. The room smells of dust and mold, wallpaper is peeling off the wall from moisture and the numerous stains on the carpet leave me more than eager to turn around and leave.

Reluctantly, I open the beaten, wooden door and cringe in annoyance as it creaks on its hinges.

I step into the dark hallway and snap, creating a small beacon of light. I walk slowly and cautiously, looking for anything that could be out of place. Seeing nothing in the hallway immediately look out of place I try a door. Locked. The next door. Locked.

My body's on high alert now, tension knotting my muscles, making them ready to pounce at something should the need arise. I cautiously continue down the hallway, not making any progress on opening the doors.

At the last door of the hallway I am surprised, the door opens. Insider is a dark, one windowed room with the sun's setting glow streaming through. I hadn't realized we'd been here so long.

I sweep my eyes around it and see nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, all I can see is the window and another door on the other side of the room. It's a start.

I'm making my way towards the door when a high, agonized shriek shatters the silence of the warehouse. I freeze, and hope that the shriek wasn't real.

My hopes are shattered as a second pained scream resonates through the quiet building. My mind, now working furiously to try and figure out what going on, sudden strikes me with the knowledge that Edward is in here. Shit!

Moving quickly towards the door I yank it open and leave it wide open as I stride purposefully down the hallway. Quickly, I yank each doorknob I pass finding them all locked. That is until I come across a door that's ajar.

Time slows and it's like walking through molasses as I enter into the room. The gruesome sight of human transmutation and the thing it created are in the center and a headless body with chunks torn out to the side slightly. I don't need to look to know that the head will be on the floor somewhere in here.

The stench of rotting, decaying flesh and blood makes my stomach roil in horror, causing sudden images of bloody masses of Ishvallen bodies to appear in my head. I turn away from those thoughts, unable to bear the pain they contain.

The sound of dry retching and sobbing hits my ears and I turn towards the sound. On the floor only mere feet from where I stand is blonde. My heart clenches as I realize that this emotionally distressed blonde and my blonde reckless, temperamental, short, insubordinate subordinate are one and the same.

I move towards the boy slowly and kneel in front of his curled form. I place my hands on his shoulders tentatively, only to ungracefully stumble backwards when the strength of one flesh and one automail hand connect with my chest forcefully.

"Damn it Fullmetal, that hurt," I huff, agitated at him. "Now stand up and tell me what happened."

No response. It wasn't what I was expecting; usually a forceful or sarcastic tone is the only way to interact with Ed, apparently an emotionally distressed Ed is a different story. I sigh as I kneel in front of the blonde again.

"Edward, look up at me," I say softly. "Control your breathing, try and regain control." No luck.

I notice he's pulling at his hair as he falls apart, so I grab his wrists and pry them away from his head. When I release them they hang limp at his sides. The sight of Edward like this scares me. It painfully reminds me that none of us are immune to pain and sorrow.

Moving slowly, I gently cup his chin in my hand and lift his head, forcing him to meet my eyes. Familiar liquid gold eyes meet mine but the tears streaming from them make them seem foreign.

"I-I'm fine," he stutters and breaks eye contact with me, in an attempt, no doubt, to try and hide his tears and regain some of his usual Edwardness.

I sigh a sarcastic "Yeah" as I run a hand through my hair but the sarcasm is lost on him. "Let's get out of here. We have enough to go on to report what we found." Meaning I have enough to report on, he's not going to be able to write a coherent report in his current state.

He nods as he unsteadily gets to his feet and stumble out the door. I sigh, shaking my head at the blonde's stubbornness.

I quickly take a mental picture of the room and hurry after my subordinate. After watching him take a few stumbling steps I step up beside him and cup his elbow with my gloves hand. "Come'on Fullmetal, this way."

I lead the mildly steadier boy to the car and help him in. He flinches as I slam the door closed behind him. Sighing, I drop myself into the driver's seat and pullout of the warehouse parking lot.

Let's go through a list of all the ways my day has sucked today, shall we? One, I forgot my watch at home, causing issues when trying to enter the base even after I had lit the guards papers on fire. Two, I had to go on some obscure mission that the Furher ordered, and I had to do it with Fullmetal. Three, I saw the positively horrifying sight of the Edward Elric breaking down into tears and being completely unreachable. Now if I was going to guess that anything else was going to ruin my day, it wouldn't be this.

Three fucking moose.

I mean honestly, of all things that send me and Edward careening in a ditch it has to be three moose. I roll my eyes at the irony of it all and chuckle lightly, instantly regretting it as the pain of broken ribs shoot unpleasantly through my body.

Did you know moose are so strong? That after two of them slamming into your door you end up with broken ribs? Okay, sure, one hitting you front on doesn't help and neither does having you and your car tumble into the ditch but I swear it was moose one and three who did it! Moose two was just an additional and unnecessary problem.

Add to that, the shocking information Ed just revealed to me, I was in quite a state. Of all damn days for this mission to be ordered it had to be the same day Ed and Al performed human transmutation on my mother. The irony of that is, again, not lost on me.

Keeping the blonde conscious for more than five minutes at a time was futile. It was clear from his speech and the glassy quality of his eyes he had a concussion, probably a fairly severe one seeing as he couldn't stay conscious for long too.

I tug and my legs again, annoyed that they're pinned by the steering wheel because of moose two. Okay, I retract my earlier statement, moose two most definitely was just as, if not more, troublesome than moose one and three.

If it hadn't hit the car, my legs probably wouldn't be pinned. Then I would be able to get out and find help. But then that would leave the problem of a severely concussed Elric alone, for surely he would not be able to walk in his current state. And one does not leave a person unattended when they have a severe concussion, even if one is leaving to get help for the concussed.

Hopefully, sooner or later Hawkeye will notice our extended absence and send out a search. Again, that's being hopeful that Hawkeye hasn't left the office for the day. No, she wouldn't do that. She'd wait there to make sure me and Fullmetal returned fine.

Or would she…?

No. She would most definitely wait for me and the blonde and since she'll be waiting she will realized how long it is taking us to return and will suspect something has happened.

All that we have to do is wait. Hawkeye will find us eventually; scold me for being so careless even though we both know I couldn't control the situation. Then she'll ask me if I'm okay, I'll tell her I'm fine and that she should pay attention to Edward and get him medical help. I'll watch her check him and watch as her brow creases in worry. She'll then call for medical help. As she waits for assistance she'll stroke his hair and speak calmly to him, ensuring him it'll be alright. Eventually my legs will be freed and I'll be checked over by medical and then sent on my merry way.

That's what will happen, I'm sure of it.

Time drifts slowly as I wait for help of some kind. I'm extremely aware of my increasing fatigue and the fact that sooner or later I'm going to pass-out from exhaustion.

It makes sense that somebody calling my name barely registers. And that said person flinging open door doesn't either. It's not until the brisk air of the night hits me that I'm aware of what's going on.

"Colonel," a voice belonging to a blonde haired, champagne coloured eye woman says softly.

"Hawkeye," I say, smirking.

"Are you alright sir," she asks, her eyes holding my own.

"I'm fine, Lieutenant."

She holds me with her unwavering gaze. "Follow my finger, sir." She says holding up a finger and moving it horizontally.

"This is unnecessary, I'm fine. Fullmetal needs more imidiate attention," I say, a groan from the unconscious Edward only solidifies my argument more.

She huffs, annoyed at my lacking co-operation but moves quickly when she realized I am right. She looks at the blonde and tentatively touches his shoulders, trying to rouse him into consciousness. Sighing at the failure she lays her hand against his forehead. "He has a fever," she mutters.

Just as I suspected, she yells up to whoever else is here to get medical. She looks and his unconscious form again and decides to call for Havoc.

A flurry of activity begins as the dash board is pride from my legs enough for me to slide them out and to retrieve the still unconscious Elric.

As medical is checking me for injuries other than my broken ribs Hawkeye sits beside me and I wait for her to speak. "Edward's awake," she says quietly.

I smirk, "Is he now?"

She nods a silent and tired response. "Is he all right lieutenant?"

"As well as one can expect. Severe concussion, several broken ribs, a fractured leg and dislocated shoulder, but that's Edward, getting hurt in almost every situation you throw him into," she says with a light and endearing smile playing on her lips.

We stay like that in silence until the medic`s done wrapping my chest and tells me I can go but just to be careful. I nod and thank them. "Is Ed still here?"

"I believe so, want to go check on him," she asks lightly.

I nod, "Yeah, want to tell him what a pain in my ass he is. I swear, that boy is going to be the death of us all one day."

She just smile and leads me to the ambulance where Fullmetal's strapped to a gurney with an IV in his arm.

"Fullmetal," I say, allowing smugness to seep into my tone.

"Wha' da' you wan' bastard," he growls irritably.

I chuckle. "How are you holding up?"

"Oh jus' dandy! I've got a fuck'ng needle in m' arm no' to men'ion the inju'ies," He snaps angrily. "Wha' hi' us any'ay?"

I grimace, not wanting to answer. I thought he knew that it was three moose! And Hawkeye's here… I'm never going to live it down it I tell him, but I owe it to him after what he told me while he was barely conscious. "Three moose," I mutter weakly.

He heard though, that much is obvious by his snort of amusement. "Oh real'y? The G'eat Fla'e Al'emist taken do'n by th'ee moose!"

"Hey! You're in worse condition than I am," I snap.

"A vi'tim of cir'umstance."

I can hear Hawkeye laughing quietly behind me. I turn on my heel and walk away, over my shoulder I yell to him.

"Just have your report on my desk by Monday."

I hear him laugh, "Oh I 'ill. I'll ca'l it "Wh' 'ot to Dr've wi'h a Bastard", th're'll 'ave to be a war'ing abou' tram'tic inj'ries to the po'r passen'er though."

There had to be some Ed sarcasm in here after an entire end chapter from Mustang's POV. Sorry!

And yeah, this isn't yaoi! It's called being descriptive and I had to have a reason to describe my setting and background character slightly. Besides, wouldn't you be agaped with shock if this happened in your life! I would!

~Twink