Fic - When Good Intentions Go Sideways
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cornerofmadnessTitle --When Good Intentions Go Sideways
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Fandom -- Fullmetal Alchemist
Disclaimer -- Arakawa owns all
Rating -- teen
Characters/Pairing -- Roy & Chris Mustang, Maes Hughes
Timeline/Spoilers -- Immediately post Ishvalan War
Word Count --1000
Warning -- drunken behavior
Summary - Chris Mustang has called in Maes to help with her nephew who’s been drinking himself stupid for nights on end.
Author’s Note -- This was written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
picfor1000. Nothing like waiting til the last day. Here is my inspirational picture. Though Roy’s not paying since he’s family Also it was partly inspired by This strip my friend sonjajade came up with. I figured it was just as likely to happen with Maes as it would with anyone else. (I would, however, read the story first then come back and click that link so the funny isn’t spoiled).
XXX
Maes scowled as he threaded his way through the bar. Roy hunched over his drink after a beautiful woman refilled it. A middle aged woman intercepted him. Roy never even so much as glanced up.
“Glad you could make it,” Chris said, her breath heavy with the sourness of tobacco. “He’s been parked there so long he’s grown into the stool.” She inclined her head toward the bar.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
As Maes approached, Roy took no notice, remaining in his hunch. This beaten stance was unfamiliar. The Roy he knew didn’t understand the meaning of defeat.
Roy’s aunt had called him, concerned about her nephew. She had met Maes during his Academy days and trusted him. Hell, she had given him enough tools of the trade he was considering investigations as his career now that the war was over. She knew he could handle Roy and whatever it was that was eating him. Maes knew it had to do with the war. None of them returned the people they had gone into the desert as. Even he had nightmares, and he hadn’t been capable of killing at the level the alchemists had been forced to. Any number of things could be haunting Roy. It was up to Maes to discover what it was.
He swung onto the stool next to Roy, earning a side eyed glance. Roy straightened up when he realized who was next to him. Roy slugged back his whiskey, waving for the beautiful bartender to come back. Maes wondered if she was one of Roy’s ‘sisters.’
“What do you want, Maes?”
“A drink,” Maes replied, knowing he couldn’t just jump into it, not with Roy. He was smart and he could clam up like no one’s business if he wanted to. He needed to be finessed.
Roy snorted. “Try again. She called you didn’t she?”
No sense in lying. “She’s worried and frankly that worried me.” He smiled at the bartender. “Beer please.”
Roy grunted, realizing Maes wasn’t going anywhere.
“So, are you going to lie to me and tell me nothing’s wrong or are you going to try honesty?” Maes threw finesse out the window since Roy obviously knew why he was here.
“Option three, going to drink and keep my mouth shut.”
Maes narrowed his eyes at him. “Don’t make me kick your ass in front of all the lovely ladies.”
Roy shot his whiskey and jammed the glass to the edge of the bar for more. “Like to see you try.”
Beautiful slid the mug of beer in front of Maes. “You’re cut off, Roy-boy. Madame’s orders.”
“Fuck that.” Roy lurched as if he was going to vault the bar. Maes yanked him back by his belt loops. Roy nearly toppled onto the floor, unleashing a string of invectives on Maes’s head.
He nearly lost his hold on Roy when loud music started up in the next room.
Roy settled back, fussing with his lank hair. That alone told Maes how depressed Roy must be. He was normally very well turned out. “That’s the ballroom, real popular with the soldiers.”
And no doubt a great way for the girls to loosen the tongues of officers who might know things the Madame could use. Maes nodded. “Let’s go to your room.” He turned to Beautiful. “Give me the bottle. I’ll keep him there and out of everyone’s hair.”
She shrugged, her flaming red hair moving like one of Roy’s fires, and then handed him the mostly empty whiskey bottle. Roy slithered off his stool, his legs jelly. Maes steadied him, shoving the bottle into his hands so he could hold onto Roy with one hand and his own beer in the other. They made slow, zig-zagging progress to the hotel floors above the bar.
Maes poured Roy into the armchair of his apartment. Roy slugged whiskey from the bottle, some of it dribbling off his chin. Maes sat across from him. “So, what is this all about?”
“I hurt Riza,” he moaned.
Maes blinked. He’d known Hawkeye had been hurt but had no idea Roy had done it. In a rambling, half nonsensical rant, Roy explained how Master Hawkeye had hid his alchemy; of what Riza had asked of him and how he had done it. Maes’s stomach tried to shove his beer back up for some daylight. When Roy quieted, Maes slipped the whiskey from his hand, hoping he had passed out.
Suddenly Roy grabbed him. “Got to go see her. Got to make this right.”
“She’s in Central Hospital, Roy. You don’t want to go see her drunk off your fool ass.”
“I has to go now!” Roy howled, fighting with him.
Maes pinned him. Roy struggled, then wept, then finally passed out. He stripped Roy after muscling him into the bedroom and then took all his clothes just in case, locking him in the room Chris had given him for the night. Afterwards he found Chris. “I got him down but we should discuss the whys of all this in private.”
Chris nodded just as a loud “Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiza!” echoed in the bar. Naked, Roy raced through the bar as if this was the way out to the hospital. Chris laughed, face palming.
“Can his sisters help me round him up? I really thought he wouldn’t go anywhere naked.” Maes sighed.
It took Chris and three of the girls to help Maes corral him and get him back upstairs. This time Maes slept on Roy’s couch.
He woke up to his name growled loud and rough in his ear. Maes opened his eyes to a green-faced Roy looming over him.
“Thanks to you my Mom saw my dink!”
“Half of Central saw it, bud.” Maes snickered. “Next time, have the good sense to sleep it off.”
Roy’s answer was lost as he dashed for the toilet. It was going to be tough morning but now that Maes knew the problem, he could help Roy past it. It’s what good friends did.
Author--
cornerofmadnessFandom -- Fullmetal Alchemist
Disclaimer -- Arakawa owns all
Rating -- teen
Characters/Pairing -- Roy & Chris Mustang, Maes Hughes
Timeline/Spoilers -- Immediately post Ishvalan War
Word Count --1000
Warning -- drunken behavior
Summary - Chris Mustang has called in Maes to help with her nephew who’s been drinking himself stupid for nights on end.
Author’s Note -- This was written for
picfor1000. Nothing like waiting til the last day. Here is my inspirational picture. Though Roy’s not paying since he’s family Also it was partly inspired by This strip my friend sonjajade came up with. I figured it was just as likely to happen with Maes as it would with anyone else. (I would, however, read the story first then come back and click that link so the funny isn’t spoiled). XXX
Maes scowled as he threaded his way through the bar. Roy hunched over his drink after a beautiful woman refilled it. A middle aged woman intercepted him. Roy never even so much as glanced up.
“Glad you could make it,” Chris said, her breath heavy with the sourness of tobacco. “He’s been parked there so long he’s grown into the stool.” She inclined her head toward the bar.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
As Maes approached, Roy took no notice, remaining in his hunch. This beaten stance was unfamiliar. The Roy he knew didn’t understand the meaning of defeat.
Roy’s aunt had called him, concerned about her nephew. She had met Maes during his Academy days and trusted him. Hell, she had given him enough tools of the trade he was considering investigations as his career now that the war was over. She knew he could handle Roy and whatever it was that was eating him. Maes knew it had to do with the war. None of them returned the people they had gone into the desert as. Even he had nightmares, and he hadn’t been capable of killing at the level the alchemists had been forced to. Any number of things could be haunting Roy. It was up to Maes to discover what it was.
He swung onto the stool next to Roy, earning a side eyed glance. Roy straightened up when he realized who was next to him. Roy slugged back his whiskey, waving for the beautiful bartender to come back. Maes wondered if she was one of Roy’s ‘sisters.’
“What do you want, Maes?”
“A drink,” Maes replied, knowing he couldn’t just jump into it, not with Roy. He was smart and he could clam up like no one’s business if he wanted to. He needed to be finessed.
Roy snorted. “Try again. She called you didn’t she?”
No sense in lying. “She’s worried and frankly that worried me.” He smiled at the bartender. “Beer please.”
Roy grunted, realizing Maes wasn’t going anywhere.
“So, are you going to lie to me and tell me nothing’s wrong or are you going to try honesty?” Maes threw finesse out the window since Roy obviously knew why he was here.
“Option three, going to drink and keep my mouth shut.”
Maes narrowed his eyes at him. “Don’t make me kick your ass in front of all the lovely ladies.”
Roy shot his whiskey and jammed the glass to the edge of the bar for more. “Like to see you try.”
Beautiful slid the mug of beer in front of Maes. “You’re cut off, Roy-boy. Madame’s orders.”
“Fuck that.” Roy lurched as if he was going to vault the bar. Maes yanked him back by his belt loops. Roy nearly toppled onto the floor, unleashing a string of invectives on Maes’s head.
He nearly lost his hold on Roy when loud music started up in the next room.
Roy settled back, fussing with his lank hair. That alone told Maes how depressed Roy must be. He was normally very well turned out. “That’s the ballroom, real popular with the soldiers.”
And no doubt a great way for the girls to loosen the tongues of officers who might know things the Madame could use. Maes nodded. “Let’s go to your room.” He turned to Beautiful. “Give me the bottle. I’ll keep him there and out of everyone’s hair.”
She shrugged, her flaming red hair moving like one of Roy’s fires, and then handed him the mostly empty whiskey bottle. Roy slithered off his stool, his legs jelly. Maes steadied him, shoving the bottle into his hands so he could hold onto Roy with one hand and his own beer in the other. They made slow, zig-zagging progress to the hotel floors above the bar.
Maes poured Roy into the armchair of his apartment. Roy slugged whiskey from the bottle, some of it dribbling off his chin. Maes sat across from him. “So, what is this all about?”
“I hurt Riza,” he moaned.
Maes blinked. He’d known Hawkeye had been hurt but had no idea Roy had done it. In a rambling, half nonsensical rant, Roy explained how Master Hawkeye had hid his alchemy; of what Riza had asked of him and how he had done it. Maes’s stomach tried to shove his beer back up for some daylight. When Roy quieted, Maes slipped the whiskey from his hand, hoping he had passed out.
Suddenly Roy grabbed him. “Got to go see her. Got to make this right.”
“She’s in Central Hospital, Roy. You don’t want to go see her drunk off your fool ass.”
“I has to go now!” Roy howled, fighting with him.
Maes pinned him. Roy struggled, then wept, then finally passed out. He stripped Roy after muscling him into the bedroom and then took all his clothes just in case, locking him in the room Chris had given him for the night. Afterwards he found Chris. “I got him down but we should discuss the whys of all this in private.”
Chris nodded just as a loud “Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiza!” echoed in the bar. Naked, Roy raced through the bar as if this was the way out to the hospital. Chris laughed, face palming.
“Can his sisters help me round him up? I really thought he wouldn’t go anywhere naked.” Maes sighed.
It took Chris and three of the girls to help Maes corral him and get him back upstairs. This time Maes slept on Roy’s couch.
He woke up to his name growled loud and rough in his ear. Maes opened his eyes to a green-faced Roy looming over him.
“Thanks to you my Mom saw my dink!”
“Half of Central saw it, bud.” Maes snickered. “Next time, have the good sense to sleep it off.”
Roy’s answer was lost as he dashed for the toilet. It was going to be tough morning but now that Maes knew the problem, he could help Roy past it. It’s what good friends did.
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Date: 2016-02-29 03:30 am (UTC)Stop it! - Roy