Well these are just some drabbles, just kinda writin' stuff to blow off steam. Normal rules apply like all my writing: angst, drama tragedy are sure to be full force. I'm sorry to all who are reading all of my other fics, I've been going through a family tragedy and school, and debate so I have had little time and little inspiration to write new chapters but I'm tryin'.

The Call

Ring...

It was unusual for Riza Hawkeye to call. She was usually right by Roy Mustang’s side so there was never a need but tonight was different. He hadn’t ben acting normally, that was why she was calling him. She knew that he had been having a hard week, they all had. The death and burial of Maes Hughes had taken a toll on all of them. She knew that the two had been best friends for longer than she knew but his withdrawal from everything and grief that he was trying in vain to hide was hard to watch.

Ring...

He had only said a dozen or so words since they had left the newly covered grave. Even when he had gone to work the next day he hadn’t said a word, signed all his papers and disappeared around lunch. Not only was that very unlikely but he looked terrible. She doubted he had slept that night, dark bags under his eyes, his skin paler than usual, she doubted he knew or really cared what he was signing. He had been like that for three days, each day worse than the next, each day the light in his eyes that once was so bright dimmed. The depth of his new depression was troubling.

Ring...

She knew that he had been suicidal during the end of the Ishbal war and when he got home. She had talked to Maes a few times when a little bit of that look came out from time to time. Hughes had told her some of the gory details of when he had gone to Roy’s apartment and realized that he was going to attempt human transmutation. He didn’t think it was to bring the ones he had killed back to life, even with his limited knowledge of alchemy, that it wouldn’t work. He was certain that it was just a more complicated way of killing himself. Maybe he thought he wouldn’t back out if it was alchemy not a gun. She had to admit that she was jealous of the bond they had, he could get Roy to do things he would never do for her. He may want to stop hurting, but he was hurting her now.

Ring...

What if he had already done something? Dammit! Why was she so stupid? She knew better that to leave him alone now. She knew how depressed he had been and what thoughts that he tended to think is such a state. If he wanted to, there were so many ways to kill himself in his house. Gloves, gun, knife, razor, he could have poisoned himself or jumped off of the apartment roof, even just out his window would do it. Please let him pick up. She was getting ready to drive as fast as she could to his house, but she was horrified of what she might see when she got there.

“ROY MUSTANG ANSWER THE DAMN PHONE!” She yelled into the receiver in a hopeless attempt to make him talk to her. She didn’t expect the voice on the other line.

“ ‘Ello?” A gruff voice from the other end asked

“Are you alright sir?” Riza asked as she sank to the floor in relief when she heard his voice. Thank God. She had never been so happy to hear a persons voice.

“I knew it was you Hawkeye.” He said sounding slightly annoyed at being interrupted from whatever he had been doing, but too tired to really care about it.

“Are you alright?” She asked again, worry starting to rise again when he avoided her question.

“I was about to do it you know. I had my gloves. All it would have taken was a snap and there would be nothing left. It was so simple, one simple movement and it would be over. I was so close.” His tone of voice was that which he would use when talking about casual things like the weather. It worried her a little.

“What stopped you?” she asked him . She wanted to yell at him and tell him how stupid he was. To let him know how worried she had been but like always she kept it to herself.

“I knew it was you calling. I couldn’t bring myself to do it when you were on the other line. I just couldn’t do that to you.” His words were slightly slurred with the alcohol he had been drinking but the sudden distress coming from his voice was loud and clear.
“I’ll be right there sir.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He said. He didn’t want to see her like this, drunk depressed, the apartment was in the same messy state as he was in.

“I already am. I will be there in a few minuets. Just don’t do anything.”

He sighed but reluctantly agreed. He didn’t want to admit it but he really needed her.

“Sir?”

He was about to hang up when he heard her talk again.

“Yes?”

“I love you. Remember that.”

He couldn’t help but smile as he hung up the phone. Things might be okay after all.