That Was Alchemy, Sir Chapter 5, a fullmetal alchemist fanfic

A/N: This chapter is probably going to be a little intense, so if you are sensitive, you might want to skip this. Thank you to all who reviewed, faved and followed.

I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist in any way, shape, or form. All rights go to Hiromu Arakawa. I only own this story.

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Romanovich had been gone for a few hours. Riza shifted uncomfortably in her restraints. Her hands were secured above her head, she was on her knees, and her ankles were also tied together. Her military jacket was gone, but her captors had left on her turtleneck and pants. They also left her gloves alone, probably deciding that they couldn't do any harm. She permitted herself a tiny smirk at that. The Drachmans would not live long enough to regret that decision.

A soft groan from colonel Mustang caught her attention. She immediately felt guilty for not paying more attention to his situation. He was obviously suffering from the beating that soldier had given him. "Colonel, are you sure you're alright?"

"Yeah Hawkeye, I'm just fine. He didn't beat me too badly. It's mostly just appearance." He winced and tried to put his hand to his side. "He did get me badly on the side though. Overall, I think they were saving me for whatever is coming next. You remember your RI&T courses from the academy, right?"

Hawkeye nodded. "Yes sir. Third in the class." Being the only woman in her class, she had worked even harder to prove herself and stand out. In the end, her lighter physique had made it harder for her to resist the sleep, food, and water deprivation that came with Resistance to Interrogation and Torture courses, but she still came out on top of many of her heavier, physically stronger male classmates. Just thinking about those courses made her thirsty and hungry.

"Good. That'll be useful pretty soon I imagine." Mustang trailed off into silence and for some time they simply kneeled there, looking anywhere but each other. Mustang was rarely in a room alone this long with his lieutenant, and it was doing things to his brain. Hawkeye was determined not to remember the rumors she had overheard in the mess hall one day, about how she and the colonel were dating, how they were sleeping together, how they were secretly married NO. She fought down a blush and terminated that line of thought with extreme prejudice. She would not be going there. She and the colonel were childhood friends and knew each other well, but they were co-workers and nothing else. Right?

The door squeaked open then, and Romanovich walked back into the room. His face was recomposed into a mask of calm, revealing nothing. Behind him, two soldiers stood beside the door, arms behind their backs. "So colonel, have you made a decision? Are you going to tell us anything?" Mustang answered him with a glare. Romanovich blew out a breath. "I was afraid of that. So be it." Mustang steeled himself for more pain, but what came next surprised both him and Hawkeye. "Bring the woman over here." Mustang's eyes widened.

"No! Lieutenant! You bastards, don't you dare touch her! I'll burn you a-" He was cut off by a savage kick from one of the guards. He kept struggling to reach Hawkeye, straining against the chains holding him to the wall. The other guard ignored him, walking over to Hawkeye and unlocking the chains holding her to the wall. He kept the bindings on her wrists and ankle and dragged her over to Romanovich. There, she was forced to her knees again and held there by the two guards. Her mind was racing. Why were they questioning her? She didn't know anything! She was just a first lieutenant, there was almost no valuable military information in her mind. Her rank wasn't high enough to warrant the knowledge. Unless… of course. They thought they could use her to get to the colonel. But that wouldn't work, right? Of course they cared for each other but they were just co-workers. Even if they tortured her, it wouldn't affect him that badly… right?

"Make sure he's watching this. Remember colonel, you can stop everything that's about to happen by telling us what you know. Now, let's begin. Private?" Hawkeye couldn't see what was happening behind her, so she focused on the colonel's face. His eyes were wide and filled with anger, but when they locked with hers it was replaced with worry and concern. Then her vision blurred as a boot forced her face into the concrete floor. The Drachmans didn't give her time to recover though as more blows landed on her body. Fists, metal bars, rifle butts, anything they could grab hit her body. She suppressed the groan of pain that was threatening to make its way out of her mouth, determined not to give them the satisfaction of hearing her scream. Attempting to roll out of the way of a particularly savage blow, she was rewarded for her efforts with a steel toe to the side of her head. The jarring blow left her seeing stars and probably dislocated her jaw. She finally let a small gasp of pain out and immediately clamped down on it. However, the damage was done. A final kick rolled her body over so she could see what was happening. Two of the soldiers were grinning down at her sadistically. One actually licked a spot of blood off his hands while the other cracked his knuckles and his neck. Riza had to suppress a shiver at that. For his part, Romanovich was looking straight at Mustang. "Do you think your subordinate has had enough? Going to tell us anything, colonel?"

Riza shifted her head to take in the colonel. He was slumped on his knees with his hair falling around his face. His eyes were squeezed shut, and he had such a defeated look on his face that she wanted to shoot it off with a well-placed bullet. How had her torture affected him this much? It wasn't like he cared that deeply for her. Of course he cared about his subordinates, but he looked ready to break and spill everything. She couldn't let that happen. "Don't tell them anything colonel!" Mustang jolted and locked eyes with Riza. His gaze turned frantic and he struggled to reach her.

"Hawkeye! Are you alright? You bastards, I'm going to incinerate you once I get out of here!" Romanovich casually kicked him in the side. "Tut tut. That's not what I asked you, colonel."

"I'm fine! Don't worry about me! My life is secondary, just don't tell them anything!" Riza shouted at Mustang, seeing the pained and desperate look on his face. His face was tortured, but Riza fixed him a glare that would have cowed the bravest of men. The colonel shut his eyes and looked away, but nodded in obedience nevertheless. Romanovich had to ruin it though.

"How sad. She values your life above hers. So cruel of you to make her suffer so. It appears that you still need some more encouragement colonel. Comrades, I leave her to you." With that, he turned and walked out of the room. The two remaining men simultaneously grinned down at Riza. She gulped and braced herself for the pain.

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The cot was not comfortable, and the floor was almost an improvement. However, the way Edward met it was not. The door suddenly flew open and another Drachman strode in. The corporal stood up and saluted while Edward jerked and crashed off his cot and to the concrete floor.

"L-lieutenant Romanovich sir! I apologize, I did not hear you!" Vikentiy stuttered in surprise. Everybody in the unit knew to fear Romanovich's wrath when caught unawares. He demanded the best from everyone and God help the soldier who slacked off around him. Beneath that calm exterior lay an expert in torture and interrogation who would make your life a living hell as easily as stepping on a bug. Anatolievich swallowed and tried not to quake in his boots.

"At ease, Vikentiy, I'm not here to make you peel potatoes. Is that the Fullmetal Alchemist?"

"Yes sir. What do you want with him?" Vikentiy answered, confused. Fullmetal looked to be 15 at the most. It wasn't like he could do anything, right?

"Stand aside. I have a few questions for him." Romanovich brushed past Vikentiy, pulled up a chair and sat in front of Fullmetal's cell. He put one leg on top of the other and put his hands together in his lap.

Edward watched this new man closely. The rapid-fire exchange of Drachman had confused him, but it seemed this new soldier was higher ranking than his guard. He sat with a relaxed posture, but his eyes were keen and gazing at him as if they were peeling him apart layer by layer, dissecting him and figuring out everything about him. Edward shivered. "Fullmetal Alchemist. Edward Elric. The youngest ever to join the State Alchemist program. It is a honor to finally meet you. I wish to ask you a few questions."

"What do you want? I don't know anything, let me out of here!" Edward shouted at the man. If he was a high-ranking officer, perhaps he could be convinced to let him go with Alphonse. The man chuckled.

"Fullmetal, Fullmetal, Fullmetal. A State Alchemist has a rank equivalent to a major. You can't make me believe for a second that you don't know anything. Please, don't be like Mustang. Just tell me what you now."

"I'm telling you, I don't know - wait. Mustang? You guys captured the colonel?! Where is he? Let me see him!" If he could talk to Mustang, they could probably come up with an escape plan. No alchemy or not, two alchemists couldn't be held together if they didn't want to be. Edward's spirits improved significantly. His face turned cartoonish and he snickered evilly, causing both Drachmans to sweatdrop in the background.

Romanovich shook his head to clear it. What was that? This wasn't some manga from Xing. "I'm sorry, but that won't be possible. He is enjoying some quality time with lieutenant Hawkeye right now. In fact, let me check in on them." Edward's face reddened as he processed the statement. Quality time? Isn't that what people referred to… that as? There was no way Hawkeye and the colonel were doing that! Then again, everybody saw the looks they gave each other when they thought nobody, including the other, was looking. Those looks made it so obvious they had significant feelings for each other. The tension between the two was almost two great to bear. Most of Central Headquarters would not have blinked had the two done each other right in the office. Heck, most of the officers encouraged it. If anyone deserved a happy ending, it was Hawkeye and Mustang.

Romanovich took a phone from the wall next to Edward's cell. "This is lieutenant Romanovich. What is the status of the interrogation? … I see. Mm hm. Ok. Ooh, that sounds bad. Keep at it, I'm going to put you on speaker for our other guest." He held the phone in front of the bars. "Have a listen Fullmetal. Maybe this will make you a little more cooperative." Curious, Edward came a little closer. What he heard horrified him.

"Come on bitch, scream already! Hey, Victor, come over here! Hand me that knife!"

"NO! You bastards, don't you dare touch her! I'll burn you all!"

"Oh, do shut up. Hold her up for me, will you. My skills are a bit rusty. I need some practice. Hold her still!"

Edward heard a sound that he had never wanted to hear in his life. A scream containing equal parts surprise and pain came from the phone. There was no mistaking it. No matter how much he tried to block it out, he couldn't deny it. That scream was Hawkeye's. In the background Mustang raged at the Drachmans, who simply laughed. A few more slashing sounds were heard over the phone, though Hawkeye managed not to scream. Romanovich hung up the phone, then turned to Edward with a light smile on his face as if he had not just heard those screams. Edward gulped, his face pale. Although he wouldn't admit it, Hawkeye's screams had scared him. Like a lot of the officers he knew, he secretly saw her as invincible, someone who would never break and who would always be in his life. Unlike the other officers, she was also sort of a mother figure to him, as the only woman who he knew in the military and a person who guided him through all the difficulties that military life threw at him. Hearing her in enough pain to make her scream was demoralizing, to say the least.

"W-what are you doing to her? That's torture! You can't do that!"

"The good colonel was being rather uncooperative. We decided that indirect measures would be more persuasive to him. I'm going to let you reflect on what you just heard for a little while. When I come back, I'll expect some information. Good day, Fullmetal." He stood up, nodded to Vikentiy, and left the room.

Edward stared at the spot where he had been sitting face pale. He felt sick to his stomach. Sneaking a peek at his guard's face, he saw the Drachman looked mildly disturbed as well, though not as much as Edward was feeling at the moment. Dammit, how could he convince his captors he didn't know anything? He needed to get out of here! Dammit dammit dammit dammit!

A/N: Well damn. That had some action in it. Don't worry, we will be seeing more of Alphonse and the rest of Team Mustang. Thank you to all my new reviewers, favers, and followers.

Omake:

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"Alright, you have us. What do you want?" Mustang growled at the Drachmans. Romanovich smirked.

"Very well colonel. I want you…

...to kiss the lieutenant."

"WHAATT?!" This from both Hawkeye and Mustang. Hawkeye sported a massive blush on her face, and Mustang was fighting down both a killer rage and a nosebleed.

"Please? I really need this. My friends are all making fun of my OTP. I ship Royai so much! PLEASE? Do this for me, and you can go free!" Romanovich bowed down in front of Hawkeye and Mustang, puppy dog eyes in full force and hands clasped in front of him.

"Hell NO! She's my subordinate! I can't kiss her!" Mustang shot him down. Inside he really wanted to, but he wasn't sure of Hawkeye's feelings for him. If she didn't feel for him as he felt for her, then he couldn't force her to do anything with him. He couldn't do that to her.

"Um, colonel? If it'll get us out of here, I suppose we could just, you know, just a little, I guess…" Riza trailed off, blushing furiously. Her body and mind were both yelling at her to do it, but she didn't want to alienate the colonel. She really hoped he agreed. Both to get them out of here and to satisfy her own desires.

"Lieutenant? Are-are you sure?"

"Yes sir. We need to get out of here."

"...Okay then. If she agrees, then we'll do it." Romanovich beamed, and signaled his men to untie the two Amestrians. They approached each other hesitantly, both resisting their body's demands to just glomp each other. "Well? Do it already! I have my camera ready, and the we're burning time here!" His shout broke the final restraints on their behavior and they simultaneously glomped on to each other. Their lips melded together, their brains sparked and fizzled, and they knew that whatever happened, they would be together.

"YES! MY OTP IS REAL! HALLELUJAH! TAKE THAT, REDDIT!" Romanovich furiously snapped pictures, intent on uploading them to social media.

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