This is the very last chapter of this story. I'm glad it's done, because I hated how you all kept waiting for me to pump out another chapter. I do hope you're not terribly disappointed with me, and that you enjoy this chapter, don't forget to review please!
Added Note: I'm sorry about the lack of quotation marks and apostrophes. , decided that they weren't needed or did a practical joke on us by removing them. I should have them all in place but if I had missed a few I apologize.
It seemed to him that the paradox of love proved more complicated than that of even the gate. It was amazing and frightening all at the same time. You worried about seemingly unnecessary things such as appearance, what you say, do and how the other person will view it, all at the same time feeling a strange sense of wholeness; like this is who you really are because the other person is making you into it and you could only hope youre doing the same for your love interest. Poor Edward had never really encountered this before, and Roy had only experienced on the rare occasion, mostly through childhood crushes and was nowhere close to this strength. It was fascinating.
Roy walked through the door carrying a few bags of groceries, after months of physical therapy and surgeries he was finally able to get around with the use of a cane. He was so pleased with his redeveloped mobility that he used every chance he could get to go out into the fresh world beyond his oversized doors. Today was no exception. Ed had made a mention of there being nothing to eat, though there was, in fact, plenty since practically every woman in central, young and old, wed and unwed alike, seemed to take it upon themselves to feed and fatten the newly promoted Brigadier General up. He didnt mind too much, made life a bit easier, he didnt have to rely on Eds cooking for survival.
He grinned to himself as he put the bags down. Things between them had quickly accelerated when he was able to move around again. It had been frustrating when all they could really do was small touches and kisses because of him being confined or high on pain killers. It seriously killed his sex life, but Ed was helping him make up for the lost time now. He called for the younger male to help him with putting things away and he heard the miss matched footsteps as the young man ran down the stairs to see what he had gotten.
Ed rooted through the bags first so he could find the good stuff and claim them before even muttering a hello to his favorite bastard. Roy seemed rather accustom to it and so there were no words exchanged until Ed had found everything he wanted and was hording it to one end of the counter that was dubbed the Ill bite zone. Once he was done Roy felt it was safe enough to venture into conversation with him. "Tomorrow I go back to work." He started. Ed had been back for awhile and was working under a temporary commander, A Lieutenate Colonel Nixs, a fucking pushover as Ed has so often described him.
Ed was already getting into a bag of dried meat, "Never thought I'd be happy to have you back in your office but that Colonel Douche is looks like hes going to cry every time I walk in to report, and he has nothing interesting for me to do!" Ed continued to complain causing Mustang to chuckle; it felt good though he, suppose he shouldnt take such joy out of the mocking of another.
"You come up with such interesting names for your superiors. It saddens me a bit, thinking Im not as special as I had previously thought, by acquiring a nickname from you."
Ed talked around the dried flesh in his mouth, "Not my fault hes a fucking Douche, I'm just tell the truth!"
"And believe me your truth is very refreshing." Roy said half amused half wondering where Ed hid his manners. One day he'd find them.
Ed just scowled at him hearing the sarcasm in his voice. "Fuck you."
Roy snorted. "Youve already done that." That just caused Ed to grin and made Roy want to take back that statement along with the food the boy had confiscated. "Anyways, back to what I was talking about, Im back at work starting tomorrow."
The blonde rolled his eyes, "Yes, you mentioned this already, Bastard. Really are you getting so old that you," "It has come to my attention that we have yet to do anything about the staff for their part in the practical joke that well, created this." He cut Ed off from a 'you're so old' rant.
Golden eyes blinked then smirked, "You've got a plan?"
"Have you ever known me to be without one, Fullmetal?"
Roy had known there was no way they could do the same stunt to them, fake marriage licenses that is. So Roy had adjusted it to something different, just a bit. It was fucking superb, if he did say so himself. One by one he had watched his staff finish signing their promotion applications and acceptance. It was a beautiful sight really. All of them so happy, talking to one another, congratulations all around. It was well deserved certainly but they would find out soon enough the real reason for the new Generals pleased smile.
It was Hawkeye the first one to realize what had happened. It had taken five business days for things to be processed and for it to come back to her. She was not happy in the least and came storming into his inner office looking more pissed then he had seen her in a long while. He reached into his pocket to incase his hand in his glove. "Something the matter, Captain?" He asked politely though he could clearly see that something was the matter, and he knew exactly what that matter was.
"What the hell is this!" She demanded. Hawkeye rarely swore and he went to put his other glove on.
"It looks to be a marriage license, Captain. I see a congratulations is in order, Mrs. Heyman."
"Dont you dare call me that!" She shouted just as Falman and Fury came in both supporting their own copies of martial licenses adding their voices on top of Hawkeyes. Roy ideally wondered where Ed was, he shouldnt be missing this. The door opened again revealing a familiar blond head along with a red head who looked scared out of his wits. Poor man, anyone would be married to Riza Hawkeye, excuse me, Hayman, on top of that she owned a dog.
There had only been one flaw in his plan there was odd number on his staff, but he quickly found a suitable fix for the master mind of the original scheme. Jean Havoc had come racing into the room, his eyes wide and sweating profusely. "How could you do this to me!" He cried grabbing Mustangs uniformed jacket, Edward snickering behind Roy when he finally detached himself from Breda.
"I'm not sure I know what youre talking about, First Lieutenant." He said ignoring Eds amused crackle.
The door flung open for hopefully the last time, his poor abused door. Hell give it a polish later to apologize to it. "First Lieutenant!" A deep voice bellowed out of the large, insanely muscular man. He took the smoking blonde into his large arms squeezing him to his chest. "While I realize this marriage is unconventional, I will treat you like I would with any wife. Giving you the finest happiness anyone could bare to have, in such as the Armstrong Legacy demands!" He swore to the newest member of the Armstrong family. Roy couldnt help but bask in the glory of the moment.
The general had stuck the license in amongst the promotion paperwork. Having called them in one at a time to fill it out and talking to them, as they signed, about what a wonderful job they did while he was gone and how supportive theyve been. He had successfully distracted them enough not to pay attention to what they were signing, including the newly promoted Captain. Since he had gotten them signed previously by an acting judge, he had to pay a lot for that, he simply submitted them and now was enjoying the fruits of his labor. Yes, this was wonderful indeed. He mentally wished them a happy fucking wedded year. He looked over at his lover who, after a moment, returned the stare to share a smile, a happy fucking wedded year indeed.
Short right? Well you can imagine what happens afterwards. Make up your own ending for each new relationship. Do any of them work out? I'd love to hear your thought on that one. Please review and watch out for more stories done by your's truely. Thank you!