AN: The last chapter was actually from theme 3...I had the number wrong...sorry about that.

Title: Sick
Fandom: Full Metal Alchemist
Characters: Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye
Theme: #45—Constant
Warnings/Ratings: G
Synopsis: Riza is late for work and Roy goes to check on her…

7:45 AM

Roy stared up at the clock in mild shock and worry. That couldn't be the right time! If it was it meant that Riza Hawkeye…was LATE. Riza was NEVER late.

"I wonder where Hawkeye is," Breda muttered from his chair.

Havoc tapped the ashes off of his cigarette, "She's just a few minutes late…nothing to worry about."

"Is she ever late," Fuery asked.

Roy tapped his fingers in worry. NOTHING kept Riza from work…NOTHING!

Ring. Ring.

Roy scrambled for the phone and nearly yanked the cord out of its jack, "Hello?"

"Hey, Roy! Guess who turns two today," an annoyingly familiar voice cheered.

Roy slammed the phone down with a growl, who the hell did Hughes think he was! Before Roy could do anything else the phone rang again. "What Hughes," he snapped as he picked up the phone.

There was a cough and then Riza's weak voice whispered from over the phone, "Sorry, sir. I can't come to work today. I caught the flu."

Roy's grip on the phone loosened, "Oh…well…alright."

She coughed again, "Don't slack off," she said and hung up.

Roy put the phone back in its cradle then walked over to the coat rack and pulled his jacket on.

"Where are you going, sir," Breda asked.

"Business." The door shut softly behind him leaving his subordinates staring at the shut door with curious expressions.

Riza shuffled to the door wearily. Black Hayate was already there wagging his tail happily. Riza's hair was down and her eyes were red but she managed a small smile anyway. She opened the door and her eyes widened, "R-roy?"

Standing in her doorway was Roy Mustang. He frowned at her, "May I come in?"

Riza stepped aside, allowing Roy entrance. He turned to her, "Where's your kitchen?"

She blinked but pointed down the hall. Roy took his coat off and entered the kitchen. He set a bag on the counter then turned back to Riza who had followed him in, "Shouldn't you be in bed."

"But sir."

Roy sighed and swept Riza off her feet, carrying her bridal style into her room. Riza blushed and tried to protest but only ended up having a coughing fit. Roy set her down and smiled, "Now rest while I make you some soup."

A few minutes later Roy returned with a bowl of hot soup and he sat on the edge of Riza's bed and blew gently on a spoonful of the soup. Smiling slightly he offered the spoon to Riza.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking care of you. The last time you were sick you showed up to work after only a day of rest and nearly fainted. I'm going to make sure you eat so it doesn't happen again," Roy explained.

Riza raised an eyebrow, "I can—." Roy cut her off by putting the spoon in her open mouth. He pulled it out and put a hand to her forehead.

He frowned, "So you have a fever, too. Riza what will I do with you?" Riza put her hand over Roy's and brought it down to her mouth. She kissed it and Roy smiled, "More soup?"


Roy refilled the spoon and continued to feed her.