Hey, everyone! This is for my fanfic buddy Roy-Fan-33! Go check out her profile for her brand spankin' new website! I'd put up the link, but doesn't like links, so let me work on that for a while, ok? Anyway, this is going to be a multi-part story, and I'm doing it to commemorate her new site! That and she asked me to write it... and guess what - it's RoyxEd! I've been wanting to do a story series like this for a while, and here we go! Have fun, kiddies! If you don't like yaoi, then I'm sorry! Review and enjoy! Don't forget to visit Roy-Fan-33's site! Especially once I get the link up:)

I do not own FMA - but I do love RoyxEd fics!

"It Takes Love to Live, Part 1"

Roy Mustang paced up and down his office, his heart pounding. A stack of paperwork sat neglected on his desk. But this time Roy wasn't ignoring his work because he was being lazy, but because he was too nervous to think about anything – or anyone – else…

"Mustang, what were you thinking?" he mumbled aloud to himself. He mentally kicked himself for making such a grave error as he had the two days before. Everything had been fine for a while, sure, but now – now – well, now was just a different story entirely…

"How could you? Why do you keep forgetting that not everyone is like you? That not everyone joined the military for the same reasons that you did?" he continued to mumble. He stopped his pacing – he had reached his desk again. He looked out the open window behind his desk; looked out at the sun-lit parade grounds that stretched out grandly in front of Central Military Headquarters; at the armed soldiers beginning to gather there…

"Dammit!" he shouted. "How could I have done that! Why did I do that to him? Him of all people! Dammit, Roy!" He sat weakly in a chair in front of his desk, the one so commonly occupied by him, and put his head in his hands. He breathed deeply for a few minutes, trying to calm himself down and slow his racing mind. But then, with a sudden thought, his pulse began to beat heavily, his hands shook, and his brow broke out into a cold sweat; "Oh, God…" he whispered, eyes wide with panic, "what have I done…?" And with that he jumped out of the chair and bolted out of his office and down the corridor towards the parade grounds, where the specialized task force was being assembled to rescue one Edward Elric…

So, how was it? Big cliffie, eh? Just wait for the next part! Wahahaa!