"Come in," That same deep, husky voice met my ears. All of a sudden, I felt myself wanting to collapse, my legs a little wobbly as I stepped into my old superior's office, feeling so nervous that my stomach did a backflip. Just shoving all of my nervousness off, I stepped forward, standing in front of a big desk.

There, sitting at the desk, was none other than Roy Mustang himself, staring at me with a mixture of shock and suspicion. He seemed a little older, a little more mature, but just as handsome as I had remembered him, if not more so.

Tears welled up in my eyes for the millionth time, and I shook with excitement. It took everything I had not to jump up and tackle Mustang.

By the way he looked at me, I knew he didn't fully believe it was me, but I was going to do everything I could to change that. I clacked the heels of my slippers together, straightening myself and saluting with my left hand. Even if I had wanted to, I could no longer solute with my right arm because of the old injury on my shoulder, but I felt that this way, it meant more to him. I smiled, mouthing, 'Sir!' It seemed as if he was struggling, still doubtful, so for my final blow, I came down from my salute and rummaged around in my bag before pulling out a worn-out metal lighter, the one he had given me ever so long ago.

Mustang stood up from his chair abruptly, startling the guards at the door. "Leave us." Mustang commanded strictly, and I inhaled sharply, intimidated by his prickly tone. The doors closed behind me, and I gulped, nervous.

But before I knew it, Mustang's arms were firmly around me, his head buried into my shoulder.

"It's you..." He sounded like he held back a sob, and his arms tightened around my figure. "It's... Really you..." His voice shocked me. He sounded so painfully relieved, something that made my heart jump.

He really did care about me, I hugged him back, tears streaking down my cheeks. He sounds so thankful... Maybe, to him, I was a second Hughes. I felt guilt, and I quivered in his arms, apologizing silently. I'm sorry... I'm so sorry I left... But it was alright now. My irritating superior was in front of me now, and his faithful subordinate had returned. But it felt like more than that, like he was my family, my older brother who nearly cried in relief now that I was back, now that I was alive. I felt my life start to slowly come back together, and I felt alive, my former flame of confidence and bravery returning to light up my brown eyes.

He pulled away, his dark eyes looking into mine. I gave him the biggest grin I've had in years, although my cheeks felt unused to it,

"You're alive..." He smoothed out my hair, "I thought... You had..." I shook my head, and opened my mouth to say something, but all that came out was a strained, breathy silence. Mustang's eyebrows furrowed, and I sighed, taking out the notepad and pencil from my backpack and scribbling down what I wanted to say.

Mustang... I've become mute. His eyes widened as he read this, and he just stared at it for a few seconds, dumbstruck, before looking back up at me.

"What...?" He asked, and I nodded before taking the pad back and writing down my explanation,

I never died, It read, It was all a performance. I performed human transmutation and brought myself home, but it cost me my voice.

"How... Did you come back?" He questioned, and I looked down.

I had been given a philosopher stone in exchange for doing someone an important favor, I wrote, But... I couldn't help but want to see everyone again.

"You idiot!" Mustang growled, gripping my shoulders tightly. "If you had a philosopher stone, why didn't you use it to get your voice back!?" Mustang startled me a bit, but I shook my head stubbornly.

No, My words read, I don't think he would agree with my decision.

"... You mean Fullmetal, right?" Mustang said quietly, and I nodded. Mustang sighed, letting go of my shoulders and leaning back against his desk. "I knew there was something off... When you didn't reply with some sort of sarcastic comment." I rolled my eyes, writing something down on the notepad and handing it to Mustang.

Well, you can't really back sass the Fuhrer, He read, Although, you're still just a Colonel to me. Mustang sighed, irritated, and I let out a breathy, wheezy laugh.

"You look so much older," Mustang said, cracking a small smile at the Lynette-like sass. "How long has it been?"

Long enough for me to grow up, I wrote, I'm eighteen, now! I'm an adult! Doesn't that make you feel even older, Mustang? I teased, and he sweat dropped.

"But wow," He looked me up and down, "You've changed... In a lot of ways." Catching his undertone of his statement, I smacked his shoulder before miming slitting a throat.

Not on your life, Flamey McPyro pants! Mustang couldn't help but let out a chuckle, amused by the sheer abnormality of my new nickname.

"You shouldn't talk to your superiors that way," He said, and I pursed my lips.

But you aren't my superior anymore, I pointed out, and he rolled his eyes.

"Not yet, anyway." He looked me in the eyes, "Lynette, once you have everything sorted out, I'd like to offer you another position." My eyebrows shot up as I stared at him incredulously. I quickly mulled it over, before nodding and writing something down.

I'd like that, I replied, and Mustang ruffled my hair.

"Welcome back, squirt," He said, and chuckled when I stomped my feet, rearranging my messed up hair. Although, inside, I felt like my entire world completely turned itself around, and for once, I felt like I would finally have that happily ever after.

I took my notepad and took a little time to write something down, and Mustang watched me, taking in all the differences from that little, headstrong girl that had come to him almost six years ago, eager to join the military. I was taller, and I had filled out nicely, although he couldn't quite seem to figure out what was going on with my outfit. I had become a woman, and he smiled sheepishly, feeling old all of a sudden.

When I finished writing, I handed Mustang the notepad, grinning.

He looked at me before shifting his gaze down to the notepad.

This calls for a surprise party, doesn't it? I wiggled my eyebrows at Mustang, who smirked, thinking the same thing I was.

"It does indeed, Lynette," He agreed, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief.

HI! Haha, Mustang! Even though he became Fuhrer, he didn't change one bit!

Damn, I'm updating so much! Well, I guess since I only have my own storyline to follow, it's pretty easy to make everything up as I go along! Wow, this chapter probably took me a little more than an hour, wheras most of the chapters in TGHB have taken at least three hours!

Anyway, back to Mustang. He's FUHRER! He's a freaking young Fuhrer, too, at about 35! Whoaaaa! I guess General Grumman stepped down a little early from his Fuhrer position!

Aww, Mustang missed her! That just goes to show how his team is more than just subordinates to him, and how much he cares about them! He probably had a heart attack when people said she died.

I wonder what the surprise party will be! Haha, I'm just messing with you guys. I know everything that's going to happen! So I guess that leaves you guys to be the curious ones! :33

I'll probably update soon anyway, so don't worry your pretty little heads about it!

My lovely readers, please review~!
Thanks!