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cornerofmadnessThe Hour of Separation
Shades of Grey Series #6 - Shade Mist
D M Evans
Disclaimer - not mine, all characters belong to Hiromu Arakawa et al, Square Enix and funimition.
Time Line - This has elements of the anime up to about #25 and definite spoilers for the manga past #38 and beyond. More manga-based than not
Rating – FR
Summary - Riza and Roy’s life takes an unexpected turn, especially when old enemies put in an appearance
Author’s Note – Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
evil_little_dog for the beta. This is one story in a series but is a stand alone. This series was started long before the lovely Ishbal arc so it’s AU for the Mustang and Hawkeye history and there is no real way around that I’m afraid. Also, the Ravensdales are original characters that have small recurring roles in the series. The other stories in this series are linked in chapter one
chapter 5
and all other previous chapters
Chapter Six
Roy wanted to collapse. He wanted to scream and to kill the people who had done this. All he could do was struggle to hold onto his professional decorum, no matter what. Ignoring the ache in his heart was nearly impossible, especially seeing the blood on the sidewalk and the three dead bodies that had been pulled off to the side. Armstrong’s unmistakable form hunkered down next to one body with a bullet-pierced head.
Jenna had Havoc stretched out on the porch flooring under a blanket, which was flipped back on one side as Jenna pressed comfrey leaves against Havoc’s bared thigh. Roy climbed the porch steps, asking, “How bad is he hurt?” Roy tried to assess what little he could see of the wound as Jenna started dressing it.
“I’ll be fine, Boss,” Havoc grated out as Jenna’s fingers tightened the dressing. His eyes dulled. “Useless but fine.”
“One of those bodies out there is on you, right? That was what I was told. You stopped one of them. That’s not useless,” Roy replied sternly. Fury flared in him, gaining a razor’s edge, seeing his subordinate hurting. “What kind of car did they take them off in? You could tell us that.”
“He has,” Jenna said, glancing up at Roy, her expression grim. “A bakery van. I’m more worried about where the ambulance for my patient is. The bullet wound isn’t severe but he needs more than I can give him here.”
“I’ll check on it,” Roy reassured her, his jaw tightening. He had been hoping Havoc’s paleness was stress and not severe blood loss. “Havoc, one last question.”
“The van went up Maple Street and turned onto Rose Blossom,” Havoc displayed his mind reading abilities.
“Thanks, Jean.” Mustang rested a hand on the man’s shoulder for a moment then started down the steps.
“Boss,” Havoc halted him with that one word and Mustang turned back to him. “From what the kidnappers said, the guy they took, the one I didn’t know, he was the target. Hawkeye and Winry were just at the wrong place at the wrong time.” He frowned, fingers knotting in the blanket “I thought I heard one of them say he recognized Hawkeye.”
“Thanks, that’s very helpful.” Roy rejoined the investigation with a nod toward Havoc.
Armstrong had the three dead kidnappers on the sidewalk and unmasked. He pointed a thick finger at the fair-haired dead man. “Lieutenant Swanger.”
“He’s military?” Surprise shook Roy down to his toes.
“I think they all are,” Armstrong replied grimly, anger over that fact obvious in the broad planes of his face. “I don’t know these two but they look vaguely familiar.”
Roy waved the larger alchemist aside. “Alex Louis, I have reason to believe that Regiene is behind this.”
Armstrong nodded, his forelock bobbing. “Camden called me about the meeting between Crimson and Cerulean,” he said, using Hughes’ new name just in case there were more traitors within earshot. “And you’ve been ordered back to headquarters, sir.”
“Someone doesn’t want me in the middle of the investigation,” Roy growled but he couldn’t say he was shocked. They tried to keep him out of the Hughes investigation as well.
“It’s pretty clear someone is afraid of what you’ll find,” Armstrong said, an unaccustomed bitterness to his tone. It was just as clear whoever wanted Mustang out of the investigation assumed Armstrong wasn’t smart enough to be a threat and that could work to Mustang’s advantage. Armstrong turned to face Jenna’s home. “I think that I’ll need a nice herbal tisane to calm my nerves tonight.”
Mustang’s eyes narrowed and he gave a curt nod to show he understood. Armstrong wanted to meet him back here once the investigation closed for the evening. “Sounds good. Hopefully Havoc will be back from the hospital. I think I’ll come check on him tonight.”
Armstrong’s massive head dipped slightly on his thick neck. Their meeting time established, Roy turned to go. Armstrong’s enormous hand clasped over Roy’s slender shoulder. “I’m sorry, Flame. We’ll do our best to get them back.”
“Thanks, Armstrong.” Roy sighed. “I’ll see if I can’t escape HQ and track down the Elrics. They need to know about Miss Rockbell.” His lips twisted. Roy didn’t want to tell them, could imagine how hard the news would hit but someone had to do it. This truth was something he owed the brothers, especially when he was hiding so many truths from them.
“Good luck, sir.” Armstrong’s paw pounded Roy’s shoulder comfortingly.
“We’ll all need it.” Roy waited until he was several blocks away before finding an alley to duck down. He clamped a hand over his mouth, holding in a scream. Swallowing back his bile, Roy paced the alley. He couldn’t just go and sit on his hands while his pregnant lover, his best friend and an innocent girl could be dying. Roy wanted to burn something, anything. In the end, he simply reported back, hoping he could make it through the rest of the day without hurting anyone.
X X X
Roy hadn’t accomplished much chained to his office, so he took the first chance he got to escape and go looking for the brothers. He saw a small victory in his grasp, spotting Alphonse’s large, armored form near one of the fruit markets. The boy was watching Edward buying obscene amounts of food. Who all did Edward think he was going to feed with that?
“Alphonse!” Roy called. “I have to talk to you and Edward.”
“What are you doing here, Mustang?” Ed grumbled though Roy suspected that Fullmetal was in a bad mood long before he showed up.
“We need to talk,” Roy repeated sternly.
“I’m busy.” Ed waved him off.
“Winry’s been kidnapped,” Roy said simply, hating to have to cut the hearts out of the boys but he there was nothing he could do about it.
Alphonse startled so hard he rattled as Ed’s automail hand convulsed, sending wet, sticky bits of pale apple flying. His eyes narrowed to amber slits. “What?”
The vicious look on Ed’s face took Roy aback. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry?” Ed’s voice cracked as it catapulted up an octave. His fists opened and closed. “What the hell are you talking about? What did you do?”
“Colonel, sir, what happened?” Al’s voice wasn’t much calmer but worry couldn’t show in the immutable planes of a metal face.
“This isn’t the place to talk about it.” Roy glanced around the crowd. “I need you to come with me.”
“Talk? Winry’s been kidnapped and you want to talk?” Ed raged, his body twisting as if he didn’t know which way to go first. “We have to-”
“Shut up and listen to me,” Roy broke in, catching the boy’s arm. Edward jerked away. “Ed, I know you’re worried. So am I. They took Hawkeye, too, but we can’t run off half-cocked. Now come with me. I’ll tell you everything I know and I’m hoping Investigations might be able to pass on some information to us at the same time.”
Edward’s throat worked hard, his eyes meeting Roy’s. “They have Hawkeye, too?”
“Yes. If you’ll follow me.” Roy spun on his heel without another word. He imagined he could hear nerves breaking; his, Edward’s. He chose a pace just shy of running through the streets as the streetlights started to come alive for the falling darkness. He wanted to get back to Jenna’s. Armstrong should be there by now but Roy didn’t want to look conspicuous if someone was watching him. Roy knocked on the door but didn’t wait to be let in. “Jenna, it’s me,” he called as he pushed through the door, the kids close on his heels
“We’re in the living room, Roy.” Jenna’s voice sounded remarkably calm, though Roy recognized the thread of tension running through it.
“I have people with me, Edward and Alphonse,” Roy replied, gesturing for his companions to follow him. Roy was surprised to see Gracia was with them, pouring tea for Havoc, Armstrong and Forrest, Jenna’s father. Roy pointed for Edward to sit which the boy did reluctantly. “Gracia…where’s Elicia?”
“I sent her and Sokorri with my friend, Carla, out in the country just in case,” she replied grimly and Roy hoped both Elicia and Sokorri would be all right. He didn’t want anything to happen to the little girls.
“I wish Father would have gone with the children,” Jenna said, glancing at the old, blind alchemist.
“I’m not helpless,” Forrest grumbled.
“I know, sir,” Roy said then gave Jenna a look, which the herbalist read correctly.
“Come on, Dad. Major Armstrong gave us that list of contacts we need to get in touch with,” Jenna said. “Let’s get that done.” If Forrest knew he was being led off so the military men could talk, he didn’t show it.
Ed watched the civilians go, willing them to move faster. Winry was in trouble and he didn’t want to waste time. He felt Al’s big hand close over his shoulder and Ed forced himself to relax.
Roy nodded toward Havoc. “Havoc, how are you?” he asked, trying not to ignore anyone’s sacrifices in this even though he wanted to just tear into whatever Armstrong had to say.
“They say the bullet went through the meat of the thigh,” Havoc said, rubbing his leg even though he couldn’t feel it. “Didn’t damage bone. Sorry, I didn’t do better, Boss.”
“You did fine,” Roy assured him and Havoc seemed mollified.
“You were there when it happened?” Ed looked surprised.
“It happened right outside the house,” Havoc replied, eyeing the boy sorrowfully. “They were after some guy. Hawkeye and your friend were in the wrong place at the wrong time. The kidnappers took them all. I tried to stop them but I got shot.” Havoc’s eyes turned downcast.
“Who are they? Why would they want to kidnap anyone?” Ed glanced around the room, demanding answers.
“Because they might have figured out Julien Camden’s real identity,” Gracia said and Ed’s head jerked as if he had been suddenly reminded she was there. Confusion over the fact that she knew something he was not party to shone in his eyes.
“I don’t understand,” Alphonse said, voicing what his brother didn’t say.
“We’ve held back something from you boys,” Roy said slowly as if giving this information hurt him. “Well, from everyone.”
“Julien is Maes,” Gracia said softly.
“What?” Ed was on his feet in a flash, the automail thumping hard on the floor.
“Why would you lie?” Al asked at the same time, so hurt and afraid that Roy felt his pain.
Mustang winced even when Havoc turned to him and simple said quizzically, “Boss?”
“You bastard! How could you keep this from us?” Ed growled, his fists clenching. He took a step towards Mustang and Al reached for him.
“Edward, it’s not Roy’s fault,” Gracia said, halting the boy. “Even I didn’t know at first, not for many weeks.”
“Maria Ross got to the booth in time, saved him. Ross and I got the Lieutenant Colonel out of town but it was necessary to fake his death,” Armstrong rumbled and Ed’s attention turned to him, his jaw flopping. “If they knew Hughes survived, they would try again, or worse, go after his wife and child.”
“Their people would not have hesitated, Edward. The only person Armstrong confided in was me and not until after the funeral,” Roy said, his voice shaky. The memory made his stomach twist like a wrung out dish towel. “Armstrong told me and I told no one, not Gracia, not until Maes sent me to bring her to him. Even Riza doesn’t know Maes is alive, but whoever’s behind this kidnapping must have suspected Julien was Maes. I think the Cerulean and Crimson Alchemists are behind it, under orders from somewhere higher up. I’m not sure who but I have ideas.” Roy thought of saturnine features made harder by an eye patch.
“But why would they take Winry, too?” Ed’s face had so little color left Roy wasn’t sure how the boy was still on his feet.
“Like Havoc said, wrong place, wrong time. I’m just grateful they took the witnesses rather than shoot them outright,” Roy replied and Ed winced, having not considered that an option. “I don’t know why they’d kidnap any of them other than years ago Maes had been kidnapped near Drachma and I always thought Cerulean was behind the abduction. I could never prove it.” Roy refrained from mentioning Maes had been tortured. That was the last thing the brothers needed to hear.
“How are we going to find them?” Ed’s expression demanded action. He glanced over to his brother who seemed to have shrunk as he worried about their friends.
“Miss Hawkeye was sick and Winry…she can take care of herself but she’s not a soldier,” Al said. “They could get really hurt.”
Gracia flinched at that and Armstrong gently touched her shoulder.
“Riza will do anything she can to get free. They all would and it’s worse than you know,” Roy said, deciding they deserved as much truth as he could give them. “Riza’s not sick. She’s pregnant. She might not be in any condition to assist in the escape as sick as this has been making her.”
The room hushed as shocked eyes fastened onto him. No one spoke for a moment then Edward said, “ What did you do?” Al jostled him.
“Oh, Roy.” Gracia tossed her arms around him.
He embraced her back. Roy almost didn’t want to hold her, afraid he might shatter here.
“Boss, you’ll get her back,” Havoc said with a tone of total conviction.
“We will,” Armstrong said.
Roy let go of Garcia, nodding. “Tell us what Investigations has come up with, Armstrong, and we’ll go from there.” Roy hoped he sounded confident as he looked at the brothers and their silent companions who wore such grim looks that he did feel assured he would have their support in any rescue efforts. He couldn’t let the boys lose hope. He couldn’t lose it. If they did, their loved ones were dead.
Shades of Grey Series #6 - Shade Mist
D M Evans
Disclaimer - not mine, all characters belong to Hiromu Arakawa et al, Square Enix and funimition.
Time Line - This has elements of the anime up to about #25 and definite spoilers for the manga past #38 and beyond. More manga-based than not
Rating – FR
Summary - Riza and Roy’s life takes an unexpected turn, especially when old enemies put in an appearance
Author’s Note – Thanks to
evil_little_dog for the beta. This is one story in a series but is a stand alone. This series was started long before the lovely Ishbal arc so it’s AU for the Mustang and Hawkeye history and there is no real way around that I’m afraid. Also, the Ravensdales are original characters that have small recurring roles in the series. The other stories in this series are linked in chapter onechapter 5
and all other previous chapters
Chapter Six
Roy wanted to collapse. He wanted to scream and to kill the people who had done this. All he could do was struggle to hold onto his professional decorum, no matter what. Ignoring the ache in his heart was nearly impossible, especially seeing the blood on the sidewalk and the three dead bodies that had been pulled off to the side. Armstrong’s unmistakable form hunkered down next to one body with a bullet-pierced head.
Jenna had Havoc stretched out on the porch flooring under a blanket, which was flipped back on one side as Jenna pressed comfrey leaves against Havoc’s bared thigh. Roy climbed the porch steps, asking, “How bad is he hurt?” Roy tried to assess what little he could see of the wound as Jenna started dressing it.
“I’ll be fine, Boss,” Havoc grated out as Jenna’s fingers tightened the dressing. His eyes dulled. “Useless but fine.”
“One of those bodies out there is on you, right? That was what I was told. You stopped one of them. That’s not useless,” Roy replied sternly. Fury flared in him, gaining a razor’s edge, seeing his subordinate hurting. “What kind of car did they take them off in? You could tell us that.”
“He has,” Jenna said, glancing up at Roy, her expression grim. “A bakery van. I’m more worried about where the ambulance for my patient is. The bullet wound isn’t severe but he needs more than I can give him here.”
“I’ll check on it,” Roy reassured her, his jaw tightening. He had been hoping Havoc’s paleness was stress and not severe blood loss. “Havoc, one last question.”
“The van went up Maple Street and turned onto Rose Blossom,” Havoc displayed his mind reading abilities.
“Thanks, Jean.” Mustang rested a hand on the man’s shoulder for a moment then started down the steps.
“Boss,” Havoc halted him with that one word and Mustang turned back to him. “From what the kidnappers said, the guy they took, the one I didn’t know, he was the target. Hawkeye and Winry were just at the wrong place at the wrong time.” He frowned, fingers knotting in the blanket “I thought I heard one of them say he recognized Hawkeye.”
“Thanks, that’s very helpful.” Roy rejoined the investigation with a nod toward Havoc.
Armstrong had the three dead kidnappers on the sidewalk and unmasked. He pointed a thick finger at the fair-haired dead man. “Lieutenant Swanger.”
“He’s military?” Surprise shook Roy down to his toes.
“I think they all are,” Armstrong replied grimly, anger over that fact obvious in the broad planes of his face. “I don’t know these two but they look vaguely familiar.”
Roy waved the larger alchemist aside. “Alex Louis, I have reason to believe that Regiene is behind this.”
Armstrong nodded, his forelock bobbing. “Camden called me about the meeting between Crimson and Cerulean,” he said, using Hughes’ new name just in case there were more traitors within earshot. “And you’ve been ordered back to headquarters, sir.”
“Someone doesn’t want me in the middle of the investigation,” Roy growled but he couldn’t say he was shocked. They tried to keep him out of the Hughes investigation as well.
“It’s pretty clear someone is afraid of what you’ll find,” Armstrong said, an unaccustomed bitterness to his tone. It was just as clear whoever wanted Mustang out of the investigation assumed Armstrong wasn’t smart enough to be a threat and that could work to Mustang’s advantage. Armstrong turned to face Jenna’s home. “I think that I’ll need a nice herbal tisane to calm my nerves tonight.”
Mustang’s eyes narrowed and he gave a curt nod to show he understood. Armstrong wanted to meet him back here once the investigation closed for the evening. “Sounds good. Hopefully Havoc will be back from the hospital. I think I’ll come check on him tonight.”
Armstrong’s massive head dipped slightly on his thick neck. Their meeting time established, Roy turned to go. Armstrong’s enormous hand clasped over Roy’s slender shoulder. “I’m sorry, Flame. We’ll do our best to get them back.”
“Thanks, Armstrong.” Roy sighed. “I’ll see if I can’t escape HQ and track down the Elrics. They need to know about Miss Rockbell.” His lips twisted. Roy didn’t want to tell them, could imagine how hard the news would hit but someone had to do it. This truth was something he owed the brothers, especially when he was hiding so many truths from them.
“Good luck, sir.” Armstrong’s paw pounded Roy’s shoulder comfortingly.
“We’ll all need it.” Roy waited until he was several blocks away before finding an alley to duck down. He clamped a hand over his mouth, holding in a scream. Swallowing back his bile, Roy paced the alley. He couldn’t just go and sit on his hands while his pregnant lover, his best friend and an innocent girl could be dying. Roy wanted to burn something, anything. In the end, he simply reported back, hoping he could make it through the rest of the day without hurting anyone.
X X X
Roy hadn’t accomplished much chained to his office, so he took the first chance he got to escape and go looking for the brothers. He saw a small victory in his grasp, spotting Alphonse’s large, armored form near one of the fruit markets. The boy was watching Edward buying obscene amounts of food. Who all did Edward think he was going to feed with that?
“Alphonse!” Roy called. “I have to talk to you and Edward.”
“What are you doing here, Mustang?” Ed grumbled though Roy suspected that Fullmetal was in a bad mood long before he showed up.
“We need to talk,” Roy repeated sternly.
“I’m busy.” Ed waved him off.
“Winry’s been kidnapped,” Roy said simply, hating to have to cut the hearts out of the boys but he there was nothing he could do about it.
Alphonse startled so hard he rattled as Ed’s automail hand convulsed, sending wet, sticky bits of pale apple flying. His eyes narrowed to amber slits. “What?”
The vicious look on Ed’s face took Roy aback. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry?” Ed’s voice cracked as it catapulted up an octave. His fists opened and closed. “What the hell are you talking about? What did you do?”
“Colonel, sir, what happened?” Al’s voice wasn’t much calmer but worry couldn’t show in the immutable planes of a metal face.
“This isn’t the place to talk about it.” Roy glanced around the crowd. “I need you to come with me.”
“Talk? Winry’s been kidnapped and you want to talk?” Ed raged, his body twisting as if he didn’t know which way to go first. “We have to-”
“Shut up and listen to me,” Roy broke in, catching the boy’s arm. Edward jerked away. “Ed, I know you’re worried. So am I. They took Hawkeye, too, but we can’t run off half-cocked. Now come with me. I’ll tell you everything I know and I’m hoping Investigations might be able to pass on some information to us at the same time.”
Edward’s throat worked hard, his eyes meeting Roy’s. “They have Hawkeye, too?”
“Yes. If you’ll follow me.” Roy spun on his heel without another word. He imagined he could hear nerves breaking; his, Edward’s. He chose a pace just shy of running through the streets as the streetlights started to come alive for the falling darkness. He wanted to get back to Jenna’s. Armstrong should be there by now but Roy didn’t want to look conspicuous if someone was watching him. Roy knocked on the door but didn’t wait to be let in. “Jenna, it’s me,” he called as he pushed through the door, the kids close on his heels
“We’re in the living room, Roy.” Jenna’s voice sounded remarkably calm, though Roy recognized the thread of tension running through it.
“I have people with me, Edward and Alphonse,” Roy replied, gesturing for his companions to follow him. Roy was surprised to see Gracia was with them, pouring tea for Havoc, Armstrong and Forrest, Jenna’s father. Roy pointed for Edward to sit which the boy did reluctantly. “Gracia…where’s Elicia?”
“I sent her and Sokorri with my friend, Carla, out in the country just in case,” she replied grimly and Roy hoped both Elicia and Sokorri would be all right. He didn’t want anything to happen to the little girls.
“I wish Father would have gone with the children,” Jenna said, glancing at the old, blind alchemist.
“I’m not helpless,” Forrest grumbled.
“I know, sir,” Roy said then gave Jenna a look, which the herbalist read correctly.
“Come on, Dad. Major Armstrong gave us that list of contacts we need to get in touch with,” Jenna said. “Let’s get that done.” If Forrest knew he was being led off so the military men could talk, he didn’t show it.
Ed watched the civilians go, willing them to move faster. Winry was in trouble and he didn’t want to waste time. He felt Al’s big hand close over his shoulder and Ed forced himself to relax.
Roy nodded toward Havoc. “Havoc, how are you?” he asked, trying not to ignore anyone’s sacrifices in this even though he wanted to just tear into whatever Armstrong had to say.
“They say the bullet went through the meat of the thigh,” Havoc said, rubbing his leg even though he couldn’t feel it. “Didn’t damage bone. Sorry, I didn’t do better, Boss.”
“You did fine,” Roy assured him and Havoc seemed mollified.
“You were there when it happened?” Ed looked surprised.
“It happened right outside the house,” Havoc replied, eyeing the boy sorrowfully. “They were after some guy. Hawkeye and your friend were in the wrong place at the wrong time. The kidnappers took them all. I tried to stop them but I got shot.” Havoc’s eyes turned downcast.
“Who are they? Why would they want to kidnap anyone?” Ed glanced around the room, demanding answers.
“Because they might have figured out Julien Camden’s real identity,” Gracia said and Ed’s head jerked as if he had been suddenly reminded she was there. Confusion over the fact that she knew something he was not party to shone in his eyes.
“I don’t understand,” Alphonse said, voicing what his brother didn’t say.
“We’ve held back something from you boys,” Roy said slowly as if giving this information hurt him. “Well, from everyone.”
“Julien is Maes,” Gracia said softly.
“What?” Ed was on his feet in a flash, the automail thumping hard on the floor.
“Why would you lie?” Al asked at the same time, so hurt and afraid that Roy felt his pain.
Mustang winced even when Havoc turned to him and simple said quizzically, “Boss?”
“You bastard! How could you keep this from us?” Ed growled, his fists clenching. He took a step towards Mustang and Al reached for him.
“Edward, it’s not Roy’s fault,” Gracia said, halting the boy. “Even I didn’t know at first, not for many weeks.”
“Maria Ross got to the booth in time, saved him. Ross and I got the Lieutenant Colonel out of town but it was necessary to fake his death,” Armstrong rumbled and Ed’s attention turned to him, his jaw flopping. “If they knew Hughes survived, they would try again, or worse, go after his wife and child.”
“Their people would not have hesitated, Edward. The only person Armstrong confided in was me and not until after the funeral,” Roy said, his voice shaky. The memory made his stomach twist like a wrung out dish towel. “Armstrong told me and I told no one, not Gracia, not until Maes sent me to bring her to him. Even Riza doesn’t know Maes is alive, but whoever’s behind this kidnapping must have suspected Julien was Maes. I think the Cerulean and Crimson Alchemists are behind it, under orders from somewhere higher up. I’m not sure who but I have ideas.” Roy thought of saturnine features made harder by an eye patch.
“But why would they take Winry, too?” Ed’s face had so little color left Roy wasn’t sure how the boy was still on his feet.
“Like Havoc said, wrong place, wrong time. I’m just grateful they took the witnesses rather than shoot them outright,” Roy replied and Ed winced, having not considered that an option. “I don’t know why they’d kidnap any of them other than years ago Maes had been kidnapped near Drachma and I always thought Cerulean was behind the abduction. I could never prove it.” Roy refrained from mentioning Maes had been tortured. That was the last thing the brothers needed to hear.
“How are we going to find them?” Ed’s expression demanded action. He glanced over to his brother who seemed to have shrunk as he worried about their friends.
“Miss Hawkeye was sick and Winry…she can take care of herself but she’s not a soldier,” Al said. “They could get really hurt.”
Gracia flinched at that and Armstrong gently touched her shoulder.
“Riza will do anything she can to get free. They all would and it’s worse than you know,” Roy said, deciding they deserved as much truth as he could give them. “Riza’s not sick. She’s pregnant. She might not be in any condition to assist in the escape as sick as this has been making her.”
The room hushed as shocked eyes fastened onto him. No one spoke for a moment then Edward said, “ What did you do?” Al jostled him.
“Oh, Roy.” Gracia tossed her arms around him.
He embraced her back. Roy almost didn’t want to hold her, afraid he might shatter here.
“Boss, you’ll get her back,” Havoc said with a tone of total conviction.
“We will,” Armstrong said.
Roy let go of Garcia, nodding. “Tell us what Investigations has come up with, Armstrong, and we’ll go from there.” Roy hoped he sounded confident as he looked at the brothers and their silent companions who wore such grim looks that he did feel assured he would have their support in any rescue efforts. He couldn’t let the boys lose hope. He couldn’t lose it. If they did, their loved ones were dead.
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Date: 2007-04-04 03:19 am (UTC)you made my day *__________*
thank you !!!
this is one of my favorites stories !!!
this chapter was really good and i especcialy enjoyed the end when Roy told them about Riza's condition and the characterization you did with Ed, it's really perfect !
i'm waiting the next *__* !!!
bye
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Date: 2007-04-04 03:35 am (UTC)can't wait to see what happens next! ^^
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Date: 2007-04-04 03:49 am (UTC)OH MY GOD!!!
Date: 2007-04-04 03:39 am (UTC)Kit~_^
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Date: 2007-04-04 05:09 am (UTC)Another excellent chapter. How you manage to keep track of this much continuity is beyond me.
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Date: 2007-04-04 05:10 am (UTC)Another excellent chapter. How you manage to keep track of this much continuity is beyond me.
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Date: 2007-04-05 11:34 am (UTC)Ok...back....
This is a great story adn I am looking foward to reading more.
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Date: 2007-04-09 03:07 pm (UTC)As for Ed well...he's just Ed
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Date: 2007-05-27 03:56 am (UTC)Bad place for an ending >.< I have the feeling that there are still several bad places for endings that have yet to appear, too >.<
Great story. I love the way you write! <3<3 Your language flows so nicely, and aside from the occasional typo, everything looks awesome =D
I'm hooked ^-^ I'll definitely be reading more of this in the future!
Re: >.<
Date: 2007-05-27 04:09 am (UTC)Great story. I love the way you write! <3<3 Your language flows so nicely, and aside from the occasional typo, everything looks awesome =D
thanks and GAH. You know between me and my betas these chapters get looked at I don't know how many times. Head desk. feel free to point out the typos.