Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Type: Humor, General, Yaoi
Summary: During an argument, Ed says something that makes
A/N: Chapters are relatively short so if you’re looking for something epic or long, this probably won’t do it for you.
“Sir?” she said, waiting for him to say whatever it was that was on his mind so that she could leave for the night.
He waved her into the office. “I need your advice.”
Hawkeye frowned at him. “I’m not a dating hotline,” she said and started off again.
“Alright, fine. Five minutes, but then I need to go. You’re not the only one who has a life outside the office.”
“Great. Come in,” he said, then shut the door after her. He plopped down on one of the couches he had in his office, then said, “I’ll make this quick. It’s about Fullmetal.”
Hawkeye folded her arms, leaned against the wall, and said, “What has he done now?”
“Nothing. It’s not anything like that... it’s...” He paused, then said wryly, “He’s boring and antisocial. I can’t, in good conscious, allow him to continue on such a path. Who knows what kind of adult he’ll become.”
“So you want to make him more social and outgoing?” she asked.
She turned around and grabbed the door handle. “Forget it.”
He got up and hurried toward her. “Okay, not exactly like me, but I’d like to at least get him to have a life.” He put his hand on the door to stop her from opening it.
“That’s very gallant of you. I’m sure the world will thank you someday,” she said sarcastically.
“No, I don’t; but I also don’t see why you’re suddenly so concerned with it. It never bothered you before.”
“It’s just something that I’ve noticed recently. I’m his commanding officer. I’m supposed to think about the well being of my subordinates,” he said smoothly, but she looked unconvinced. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, he said, “It bothers me.”
“Why?” she asked.
“It’s unhealthy,” he returned shortly.
She stepped closer to him and stared hard into his eyes. “You’re hiding something...”
He schooled his features and said, “I need a few ideas.”
Hawkeye frowned, obviously displeased that he was ignoring her, then stepped back and said, “Why do you need my help? This is your project.”
“You may not have noticed...” Roy began, a little peeved that he was about to say this, “but it’s been a couple of years since I was his age and I’m sure there is a difference about what teenagers enjoy doing now and what they enjoyed doing then.”
She eyed him up and down, then smirked, “Actually, I hadn’t noticed.”
“You’re a bad liar,”
Hawkeye looked at her watch, then said, “Fine, but you owe me.”