I know, I know. I should be working on Visitation, but it's my other window! I swear! I'm working on it right now! It's because I'm suffering from writer's block. Writer's block sucks.

And this just had to get out.

In Memoriam

Richard McMath

1952-2005

Let the OOCness begin!

EDIT: I was reading through the story again, and I just noticed that I didn't put Black Hayate in the story. thinks Well, he's being neglected in Visitation, so I suppose it's for the better. guilty

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Riza Hawkeye always preferred a good gun to alchemy any day. She'd never studied the science; she only knew a few basic principles. One cannot work with alchemists all day and not pick stuff up.

She'd honestly never been interested in it, still favoring a solid weapon in her hands. Besides, alchemy was Roy and Ed's field. "Let the men handle it." So she did. (I just noticed they never show (or if there are any) female state alchemists. It's sexism, I tell you. XD)

However, it at was times like this that even the rational Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye think about human transmutation.

Really, it wasn't every day your dad died.

Riza had dearly loved her dad. He was a good man. Honest and kind, caring, all the normal qualities you'd want in a father. He had taught her how to shoot, how to clean her guns, and even loyalty.

Riza had noticed long ago that many people in the military were completely unloyal. Her father had, too, so loyalty was something he had always stressed.

"Riza, my girl," he would say. "You must always stay true. Stay true to everything and everyone you put your mind to. Who knows, someday it may get you love." Here he would always nudge her suggestively, and Riza would always laugh and deny it.

"It'll happen someday, girly," he would reply with a hug. "And when it does, you have to promise me that you'll bring him here so I can meet him." Riza would always promise, and change the subject.

Looking back on the day's events, Riza was in shock.

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The phone rang, and Riza answered it. "Lieutenant Hawkeye speaking."

"Riza?" It was her sister Anna. (YAAAY Anna!)

"Hey, Anna. What's wrong?" Riza heard her sister's voice trembling.

"I-it's Dad. He-he—''

"Hey, Riza. It's Sammy." (YAAAY Sammy!)

"Sammy, what happened?" Riza nearly shouted the question. By now, everyone in the office was staring at her.

"Dad died."

"What?" Riza said, horrified.

"Dad died, Riza."

Riza took another look at everyone staring at her, picked up the phone and took it into a conviently placed closet. She shut the door and sat against the wall.

"That's not funny, Sam."

"Riza, I'm telling the truth."

"How? How did he die, Sammy?" Riza gulped for air. (get some bread, Riza!)

"He just—did, Rii-chan. One minute he was there, and the next—'' Sammy's voice choked. "Here's mom."

"Hi, Riza." Maddy's voice was soft.

"Hey, Mom. How're you holding up?"

"Okay, I suppose. A few neighbors are over; they're taking care of us."

"Are you sure you're okay? Eating, sleeping?"

"Yeah, Riza. I'm fine. How about you, though? You doing decently?"

Riza sniffed. "When's the funeral, Mom?"

"Probably next week. Don't strain yourself."

"I'm coming home, okay?"

"All right, dear. Take it easy, okay?"

"I should be telling that to you." Riza smiled through her tears. "I need to go. We're not supposed to use the work line for personal calls."

"Okay, dear. Love you always."

"Love you, too, Mom." She hung up the phone, and, opening the door, pushed the phone out of the closet. She stood slowly, still reeling from the shock.

Riza heard a gently knock on the door. "Are you all right, Lieutenant?" came Roy's muffled question.

"I-I'm fine, sir." Riza bit her lip to stop crying. She didn't want these men to see her crying after she had earned their respect.

The door opened, and Riza ran past everyone who had been clearly listening at the door. "I'm taking two weeks' leave, sir," she managed to stop and say at the door.

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Now she was in her room, holding her head in her hands. You're in shock, the rational part of her mind. She numbly pulled a blanket around her shoulders, as her mind knew that with shock came cold, and it told her such.

I never thought that he would—she refused to say the word, as it would make the news real. He was always so strong.

Riza dimly kicked off her boots and threw her jacket on the ground, distantly lying down and curling up on her bed. She pulled the blankets around her tighter, and undid her hair.

You need to eat.

Not hungry.

Sleep, then.

Not tired.

Drink something.

Not thirsty.

She vaguely heard a knock on her door, and the rational Riza answered, "Come in."

Distraught Riza was staring forward, unseeing, when Colonel Mustang's face blocked her view of the bedside table. "Lieutenant, what happened?"

Rational Riza opened her mouth, but Distraught Riza cut her off. "My dad died."

Rational Riza registered the look on Roy's face to that of shock, but Distraught Riza didn't care. "I'm very sorry to hear that."

Distraught Riza and Rational Riza were fighting. Distraught Riza shrugged her shoulders. "Not a big deal."

"Not a big deal? Riza, you're a wreck!"

"Not important." Distraught Riza was winning.

"Riza, get up."

She wordlessly stood, her eyes still glazed. She followed him to the kitchen.

"Sit."

She sat at the table.

Roy handed her a piece of toast and a cup of coffee. (Distraught Riza had no idea how he knew she liked coffee, but Rational Riza remembered their meeting a few months ago where he had kissed her. Rational Riza had, of course, not allowed the relationship, so it had been pushed from her memory.)

"Eat. Drink."

She shook her head. "Not hungry."

"Riza…"

"I'm not hungry, Roy."

He took the toast back from her and tore off a chunk. He handed it back to her. "Eat."

She reluctantly took the bread and ate it, not registering the taste of it in her mouth. She held out her hand for another piece, knowing he would give it to her anyway. Distraught Riza thought nothing of it, but Rational Riza was getting angry at the way he was caring for her. She didn't think it was proper. Distraught Riza thought it was nice.

"Good." He sat down on the chair next to her. "Are you okay?"

"No."

Roy looked at her, concern apparent even to Distraught Riza. "Are you going to go back home?"

She nodded hollowly.

"When?"

She shrugged. "When I can get a ticket, I suppose."

"I'll go with you."

She shrugged again. "If you want."

"Of course I want to." He lifted her hair off of her shoulder. "You need someone with you right now."

She looked at him, and, unbeknownst to her, a light blush spread over her cheeks. "Thank you, sir."

"Roy, Riza. I've told you plenty of times to call me Roy when it's after hours."

"Roy, then." Riza yawned. "I'm tired," she said bluntly. She stood and walked over to her bed, and Roy stayed at the table.

"I'll stay here through the night," he told her with a smile.

And with that, both Distraught Riza and Rational Riza drifted off into sleep.

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The next morning, Riza woke as she did any other morning. She woke with the sun, as she did every morning, and stretched before climbing out of bed. However, this morning, she saw her superior asleep at her table, and yesterday's news came rushing back. She fell back onto the bed.

I don't want to get up now.

That's irresponsible, Riza. It seemed that Distraught Riza and Rational Riza had come back as well.

So.

You'll have to sooner or later.

I'll deal with it as it comes.

What about Roy?

What about him?

He knows what happened and he's here to help. If you just go back to sleep, that's like denying that he helped you.

You're the one that's against our relationship. I'm perfectly fine with it.

T-that has nothing to do with it.

"Will you both shut up?" Riza moaned. "I love him and that's the end of it."

"Really now." Roy appeared in her line of sight again.

She rolled over, pulling the blankets around her. "Go away."

"That's no way to speak to your superior." He pulled the blankets off of her.

She covered her head. "It's after-hours. Go away."

He uncovered her face. "Get up, Riza."

"No." She tugged the blankets away from him, recovering her face.

Roy sighed and gave up. "Riza Hawkeye."

"What?"

"Get up."

"My dad just died, I think I'm allowed to grieve a little."

"You can grieve at home."

That caused her to pull the blankets off of her head and tilt her head up at him curiously.

He nodded. "I have tickets."

She leapt out of bed and hugged him before disappearing into the bathroom.

What was that about? Roy wondered before simply shrugging.

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As Riza let the water wash over her, she hoped it could wash away her sorrow. She wanted to enjoy this time with Roy. She loved him, honestly. So, since he was clearly coming with her, she wanted to enjoy this time they would have together away from the office.

However, Rational Riza butted in. He wouldn't be coming with you anywhere if Dad hadn't kicked the bucket.

Kicked the bucket? asked a horrified Distraught Riza.

Riza quickly banished them to a far corner of her mind.

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She came out of the bathroom with a towel around her shoulders. "Roy, you can use the bathroom—'' Riza looked around. "Roy?" she called.

He didn't answer. She shrugged, trying to be nonchalant, but, truth be told, she needed someone right now, and Roy was best while they were in Central. Well, he's probably best, period.

He appeared out from behind her, slinging an arm around her waist. "You take quick showers," he commented before kissing her cheek.

"Thank you." Riza turned and kissed him back before pushing him into the bathroom—with her foot. "Take a shower. You smell."

Riza turned away from the bathroom to start packing, and a few minutes later Roy peeked his head out of the bathroom. "Do you have any more towels?" he asked.

She threw one at him.

"Thanks, Riza," he said, voice muffled.

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At the train station, they loaded their bags onto the train and proceeded to wait. Riza was brooding again, and Roy put his arm around her waist again.

"Quit brooding," he whispered in her ear. "It's not healthy for you."

"I'm not brooding, I'm thinking."

He shook his head. "You're brooding."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"We're going to miss the train."

"Hm?"

She pointed to the train. "We're going to miss it."

"Oh."

They sprinted for the train.

Once they were safely in their seats, Roy put his arm back around her waist and kissed her again. She snuggled up to him, tucking her legs underneath her.

"One thing I don't understand," Roy began. "Why are you going along with me?"

"The way I see it, you're going with me." Riza yawned.

He sighed. "Why are you letting me do all this?"

"All this what?"

"You know, kissing you and stuff."

"I don't mind. You don't remember the coffee incident a couple months ago?" She yawned again.

He smiled gently and kissed the top of her head. "Go ahead and sleep, Riza."

Riza grinned sleepily up at him. "Thanks, Roy."

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Roy shook her awake at their stop a few hours later. "Come on," he whispered at her.

She sat up drowsily, rubbing her eyes.

(Has anyone noticed how horrible it is to not be able to rub your eyes because of mascara? I just tried it after I wrote that sentence. Thankfully I only had a bit on, but it still hurt. Same thing with not being able to scratch your nose when you're already in make-up, and instead you have to poke it with your fingernail. And especially when you're wearing fake eyelashes. Fake eyelashes suck eggs. Rotten, horrible, smelly eggs. My friend made me try them, because in one of our plays she had to wear them, and they were so big she could touch her forehead with them if she looked up, and I was making fun of her, so she kidnapped me before the show and put them on me. And then they wouldn't come off, so I had to miss the first scene, in which I was supposed to be already on my spot, but thankfully I got there in time. Grrr…. You can ignore the theatre nerd's rambling now.) (Crap. I lost my train of thought. Damn rambling.)

"Where are we?" she asked numbly.

"At your town," Roy answered, standing up. "It's our stop."

Riza stood followed him out of the train. They got their luggage and started walking.

"How far away is your town?" Roy asked, putting an arm around her again. (I know, I know, I've used that line so much, but what am I supposed to do? It's what he's doing!)

She nodded and leaned her head against him. "I don't know if I want to come back."

"Why not?" he asked, amused.

"Well, I just don't feel ready." She closed her eyes and sighed. "There are just too many memories here." She pointed to a warehouse looking building. "That's the shooting range."

"You have a shooting range?"

Riza nodded. "The military came through here quite often, and Dad wanted one up anyway. He's the one that taught me how to shoot." She fell silent and Roy tilted her head up to look at him.

"Chin up, okay?" He kissed her, and she immediately brightened.

"Of course." (Just for all the future/current RoyRiza authors, a word of advice. It's a bad idea to write while watching MTV. Very, very bad. That is all.)

"Shall we go?" Roy swept his arm before them.

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Riza knocked on the door to her house, and a plump woman answered it. "Riza, dearie!" the woman said as she swept Riza into a hug.

"Hello, Sim," Riza said tiredly when the lady let her go.

"How've you been?" someone else asked.

"Fine, thank you."

"How's Central treating—"

The women noticed Roy standing behind her, and immediately swarmed to him.

"Who's this?"

"Riza, introduce me!"

"Don't tell me you're married!"

"Riza would tell us!"

"Why'd she bring him otherwise?"

"Will you all go away?" Riza asked wearily, receiving glares from the younger ladies of the group as they slunk away, leaving Mrs. Simall standing with her hands on her hips.

"Sorry about that, dear," she said kindly. "Those girls have no respect." She moved over and nudged Riza. "You could introduce me, however."

Riza smiled gently. "Sim, this is Roy Mustang, one of my friends in Central. Roy, this is Mary Simall, one of my family's friends."

Roy bowed to her with a flourish of his hand. "It is a pleasure to meet you."

A blush spread across Mrs. Simall's cheeks. "A pleasure indeed."

"Where's the rest of my family, Sim?" Riza asked, an uncomfortable feeling growing in her chest.

She jerked her head toward the ceiling. "They just got to sleep, the poor things. You wouldn't want to disturb them. However…" She looked at Roy. "I didn't know you were bringing him."

"Is that a problem?"

"Not really, just we were planning on having you sleep in your old room, but all the other rooms are taken."

"He can sleep in my room," Riza said, with a glare at Sim to keep her quiet.

"Very well." She looked outside at the setting sun. "When was the last time she ate?" she asked Roy.

"This morning," he answered with a raised eyebrow at Riza.

Riza glared at him.

"Eat, Riza," Sim said firmly, pushing her into a chair.

"I'm not hungry," Riza began.

Roy ruffled her hair and sat next to her. "We know."

Sim set a plate of noodles (hehheh…noodle-legged….) before her. "Eat."

"Not—"

"Don't care. You need to eat." Sim put her hands on her hips. "Really, Riza, how would it look if you fainted half-way through the service. And with me looking after you?" She shook her head. "I would fail my duties as surrogate mother."

Riza smiled into her plate. "All right." She began eating, and Sim grinned.

"See, isn't that better?" She noticed Roy staring at her. "What?"

"Don't I get to eat, too?" he asked.

"Why would you need to do that?"

Riza glared at them, and they both shut up. Sim wordlessly gave Roy a plate of food, and Riza turned back to her food.

"So, how do you two know each other?" Sim asked, leaning on the table.

"She works under me," Roy said through a mouth full of food.

Riza kicked him under the table.

"Really?" Sim raised an eyebrow at Riza.

"Yes, Sim. I'm a Lieutenant, he's a Colonel."

"Isn't that illegal?"

"What, us knowing each other?"

"You know what I mean, Riza."

"Well, if that's what you're suggesting…"

"It is."

"Thank you for the food, Sim. I'm going up to bed." Riza stood and started walking up the stairs.

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Roy found her sitting on the bed, cleaning one of her guns.

"That was awkward, huh?" He bent over and kissed her cheek before sitting next to her.

"If you hadn't started any of that, it would have been normal." She leaned against him and pulled a pin out of the barrel of the gun. "Hold, please."

He took it from her and pulled her against his chest. "Holding." (I totally didn't mean to write it like that. I just went back and read it, and now I need an awww moment. squeals Awww moment over.)

She was silent, content to feel his chest rising and falling behind her.

"Mrs. Simall is a nice woman." She smiled at feeling his chest rumbling.

"Yeah, Sim's always been there for us. She runs the local boarding house." She held out her hand. "Pin."

He gave it back to her, and she put it back in and reloaded the gun before setting it against the wall. "I'll have to go to the shooting range soon," she remarked.

He put his arms around her and yawned. "Why would you want to do that?"

Riza nudged him. "Not all of us have alchemy, you know."

"Maybe I'll go with you," he commented.

(Another quick ramble. I'm watching X-Play on G4TV, and they're reading hate mail from FMA fans. I feel like a nerd. I sent a nice email to them, and they're reading FMA hate mail. (Well, they are later; they haven't gotten that far yet) Not to mention I'm writing a FMA fanfic. My Nerdiness has just been increased—+5! Holy crap, I'm such a nerd. (We're all covered in nerd. Me and Lizzi nerd. Watch us nerd. Nerdnerdnerdnerdnerd. XD Don't ask.) Rambling over.)

"You don't have to."

"What if I just want to spend time with you?" Roy kissed her cheek.

"That's a lame line, Roy."

"It's true."

"You still don't want to go."

"Why not? You know people there? A possible ex-boyfriend, perhaps?"

Riza tilted her head up at him. "Ex-fiancé, actually."

"What?"

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Okay, now I'm stopping it. It's already 8 pages—twice that of the first chapter of Visitation, and I know I will continue this. Well, I mean…I'm continuing Visitation, too, but on this one, I don't have writer's block. YAAAY for no writer's block!

Now if you'll excuse me, I have Saturday Night Live to watch.

Enjoy the cliffhanger.