Author's Note: This takes place before the Promised Day but after Edward becomes a State Alchemist. Though it should be noted that this wouldn't follow the original story in Fullmetal Alchemist quite well.

This story is heavily based on a dream I had and I'm not quite sure how to end it yet. Enjoy.

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It was a cold, snowy winter night. An announcement was made on the radio, saying it would be best to stay inside due to a lot of heavy snow and gusts of wind being reported. Roy smiled a bit as the announcement ended and a song started up. He would certainly be cozy tonight in his bed. He took a sip of the excellent liquor his wife had gotten him and shot her a sexy smile since she was next to him on the couch, her feet resting on his lap. She smiled back. Their two year old son, Riley, had been put to bed awhile ago, so she was apparently thinking the same as him. Her feet wriggled in his lap a bit as if getting more comfortable, when there was a knock on the door. Roy frowned.

"Don't get up. I'll get it." She said and went to see who it was. Roy stayed where he was, listening as the door opened. He heard his wife gasp. "Oh, you look frozen! Come on inside."

"S-sorry to intrude." A familiar voice replied as the door closed. Roy abruptly set his glass down and hurried to the door. He came to a halt when he saw her. Hawkeye was in her military uniform and wore her black coat, yet despite this, she was shivering. Snow coated her clothes and hair, her cheeks pink from being out in the cold.

"Oh, Roy." Amy said. "She was actually trying to walk home in this weather. Can you believe it?"

"I just need some shelter for a bit until this wind dies down." Hawkeye told them, but Amy absolutely refused that she go back out there. She knew Hawkeye worked hard at the office, often staying late, helping Roy with his paperwork so he could be home at a decent hour. "You should spend the night here at least. This snowstorm should be gone by tomorrow morning. Come on, we have a spare room, you can use that." Amy told her, leading her away. Roy watched the two go, surprisingly quiet. This was the first time in a long time that he has seen her outside of work. It was strange to suddenly have her here at his house. Almost surreal. Amy came back downstairs, alone. "You okay?" She asked him. "You're alright with her staying the night, aren't you?"

Pulled back from his thoughts, Roy gave his head a small shake. "No, its fine. You're right, she shouldn't be out there. If she got sick, I would be stuck at work for far longer." He joked a little.

Amy elbowed him. "I know you're a little upset, Roy. And I know why too."

No you don't. Not really. Roy thought, but said nothing.

"There's always tomorrow night." She added with a wink. "She said she wasn't hungry, but I'm going to go ahead and make her some soup. She could use something to help warm her up, she's shivering so much." Amy said as she walked into the kitchen. Roy managed a smile.

Ever since Riley's birth, Amy has really shown much more of her kind and caring side than usual. Unsure of what to do with himself, he decided to go upstairs to check on Hawkeye. It seemed rather rude of him to not have so much as said anything to her when she came in, considering all the work she does for him and the fact that she was staying in his house. Roy opened the door to the spare bedroom to find Hawkeye undressing, her back to him as she took off her black turtleneck. The rest of her was bare aside from her underwear. Its been a few years, but she still looked as young and sexy as he had imagined.

The panties she wore were a red, almost shiny color. Like gift wrap. He couldn't see all of the top part of her underwear with her back to him, but he could tell it matched the bottom in color. It also appeared to be a cross between a shirt and a corset or something. It wasn't a bra because it covered most of her back and there was a thin, white ribbon laced through it and tied up. Roy quickly turned his own back to her at the sight. Why is she wearing that?! Did she plan this?! Is she purposefully torturing me like this?! That was all ridiculous of course. He had only happened to walk in on her.

"Amy? I-I'm s-sorry, my clothes are c-clogged with all that s-snow. They-they're ice cold."

"Don't worry about it Lieutenant, I'll have Amy find something for you." He was surprised by how calm his voice was as he closed the door. He didn't see Hawkeye spin around, her eyes wide. Roy walked over to the master bedroom door and took a moment a moment to try to compose himself. He had been able to stop his fantasies of Hawkeye a couple of years ago, but after seeing that, he'd have to fight to keep them away again. I can be with Amy. Its not illegal. No one's career is at risk. She's almost like Hawkeye, except better, cause its legal to be with her. He repeated the old mantra he had told himself many times before when he had dated Amy, except this one now had more to it. She's my wife now. I chose her. We have a son even. I can't change anything. It would hurt them too much. Roy headed downstairs and went into the kitchen a little later, feeling less shaken so he knew Amy wouldn't be able to tell. "Lt. Hawkeye told me her clothes are all clogged with snow and that she wanted to change out of them. Do you think you might have something she could use?" He asked her.

Amy grimaced a bit. "Not really... not anything that'd fit her. She's a little more taller than me... Oh! I know, she could use my bathrobe." Amy took the soup off the stove and poured it into a bowl. "I'll go get it for her right now." She set the bowl on the kitchen table, then went upstairs. Roy sat down with a sigh. Just one night. That's all she's staying for. Then that's it. I forget all about this night and we go back to only seeing each other at work.

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Amy knocked on the door to Hawkeye's room. "Roy told me you wanted to change. I'm sorry, this is all I have that'll fit you." She cracked open the door and reached her hand in. She felt Hawkeye take the robe from her. "Thank you Amy. I really am sorry for causing such a fuss."

"Don't worry about it." Amy told her. "When you're done, come on down. I made you some soup. I'll find a place to put your clothes to dry out." The door opened more and Hawkeye stood dressed in the robe.

"You didn't have to do that."

"Its the least I could for you after all you do for my husband." Amy said with a wave of her hand. She went in and collected Hawkeye's clothes, but Hawkeye, feeling guilty, insisted upon helping.

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The two went downstairs to the kitchen not much later and Roy sat up straight as they came to the table. "What do you think?" Amy asked after Hawkeye had had a few sips.

"Its very good Mrs. Mustang. Thank you."

Roy stiffened. Was that a trace of jealousy in her tone? Amy smiled and said something, but Roy didn't catch what was said. He was carefully studying Hawkeye, but she gave nothing away.

"I'm going to go ahead and go to bed. Riley might wake up early again tomorrow. Clean up, okay?" Amy told Roy as she got up. Roy grunted in confirmation and she smiled and gave him a quick kiss, before leaving the room. Roy realized too late that he should've glanced at Hawkeye to judge her feelings on the kiss. No! What am I thinking? It doesn't matter if she cares or not. I have a wife. I have- "You have a very nice family, sir."

Pulled out of his thoughts, Roy quickly looked at Hawkeye, but she was already back to sipping her soup, her gaze avoiding his. He forced a laugh, feeling awkward. "You haven't met Riley yet. He can be a troublemaker."

"How old is he now?"

"Two years old."

Hawkeye let out the softest of sighs and Roy detected the sadness there that no one else could have noticed. "Its hard to believe so much time has passed and yet I still have yet to even see your son." There was no mistaking her sadness now. Anyone could've been able to tell how depressed she was. Roy felt his heart twist in pain.

"You've been busy Lieutenant. You've been doing all this work so I could spend more time with my son. And I'm very grateful for that. Look, you'll be able to meet him tomorrow before you leave. You will see him then. I promise." He added.

"Thank you, sir." Her brown eyes met his and Roy was taken aback at just how grateful she looked.

Have I been too professional with her? Have I neglected our friendship? He tried not to think about that.

"Thank you, sir, for the hospitality. Tell your wife I said thank you, too. I'm going to bed. I don't want to keep you up."

Roy wanted to say something, but couldn't. He thought of his wife and kid again. After Hawkeye left, he cleaned up and then went upstairs to bed. He stripped down to his boxers and joined Amy in bed, careful not to wake her. Its almost over. He told himself, closing his eyes.