Chapter 11 Monday Morning Church, Maryann's Song, Tim McGraw, Coal Miners Daughter (I don't own FMA nor the songs.)

On the day of the funeral the sky seemed to comply with the attendees. Roy Mustang and Scar, seemed to be taking it the hardest. Roy had stopped drinking, Riza wouldn't have liked it, she called Alcohol a disgusting and vile substance that had no need to be on the planet. Scar, stopped killing the State Alchemists, once he learned she was watched after by a licensed state alchemist, he asked for the beginning of the funeral to be held in a church, Hawkeye was after all a devout Christian, though that was one thing that only Scar, and the Church knew about her. When Roy got there, it was just about 5 am and the funeral wasn't scheduled until 8 A. M, but he needed to talk to the one Riza called her savior.

"I don't know who you are but I need you to hear me out!" Roy yelled into the empty church, the only noise to be heard was the patter of rain out side on the stained glass windows and the old roof.

"Riza was my life! And you let her die! How could you let her DIE?" He yelled again into the church. He didn't get a response.

"She BELIEVED IN YOU! AND YOU LET HER DIE!" He then began to cry out. Then another sad voice said into the building.

"Yelling at God will only lead to more heartache." The man received no acknowledgement to what he had sad to the sobbing Colonel kneeling on the altar. The Ishvarlan man kneeled next to the Colonel and said the simplest thing someone could say in their situation.

"Riza, was everything to both of us, and now she's gone. That's something we have to accept, God works in a way that most don't understand, we just have to accept what he does as the right thing. All we can do is pray for peace of mind."

"If God did the right thing then why did she die? She was the last thing I had left, I have nothing left to live for" Roy sobbed into the wine colored carpeting on the altar. Scar just sat there and watched him cry and fumbled with a cross necklace that Riza had left with him before she left for the war. This went on for about an hour and a half until one of Riza's singing partners walked into the church. She saw the sight and smiled she had seen a photo of Scar before, she knew of how Riza wanted him to understand that she loved him, but she had feelings that ran to deep with Roy.

"Colonel Mustang I presume? Isaiah it's good to see you again." The woman said to the two men. Scar, hearing his birth name looked up.

"Taylor, its nice to see you again." Scar said knowing she was the only one who isn't an Ishvarlan still alive that knew his birth name. She used to be good friends with Riza, she had agreed to sing for her funeral. She was a talented singer, she and Riza would sit in their living room and sing some older songs, before Riza got pregnant with Matthew she would go with Taylor and they would do that as a side job. They had remained friends through it all.

"I was just here for a quick warm up, I have to check the microphone now before the people from the coroners office get here. Do y'all mind?" The blonde asked. Both of them nodded for her to go ahead. She then plugged in the microphone. She then began to sing something that sounded familiar, though Roy couldn't place it. Scar knew it, Riza would sing it every now and then while washing clothes.
Well, I was born a coal miner's daughter

In a cabin on a hill in Butcher Holler

We were poor but we had love

That's the one thing my Daddy made sure of

He shoveled coal to make a poor man's dollar

My daddy worked all night in the Vanlear coal mine

All day long in the field hoein' corn

Mama rocked the babies at night

Read the Bible by a coal oil light

And everthin'would start all over come break of morn'

Daddy loved and raised eight kids on a coal miner's pay

Mama scrubbed our clothes on a washboard ever day

I'd seen her fingers bleed

To complain there was no need

She'd smile in Mama's understanding way

In the summertime we didn't have shoes to wear

But in the wintertime we'd all get a brand new pair

From a mail order catalog, money made by sellin' hogs

Daddy always got the money somewhere

Then it clicked in Roy's mind. Riza told him once that his teacher wasn't really her father. Her father died, she lived with her God-Father. It all came back to him. He didn't want to think about that time, when he was happy, when she was still alive. He tried not to think of it, but all those memories came back to him, he couldn't stop them from running through his mind, because he began to listen to the song, about Riza's past,

I'm proud to be a coal miner's daughter

I remember well, the well where I drew water

The work we done was hard

At night we'd sleep 'cause we were tired

I never thought to leave Butcher Holler

Well a lot of things have changed since way back when

And it's so good to be back home again

Not much left but the floor

Nothing lives here anymore

Only a memory of a coal miner's daughter

"Taylor was it?" Roy asked, "Have I met you before? Like when I was living with Riza and her God-Father?" The singer just nodded and smiled

"Yes, you did, I was her sister, I met you when they went to see her old home, I remember, that old shack, I believe you called it," She said with a bit of malice mixed with sarcasm. "But this is not the place for this"

"I agree." Scar said. "this is not the time nor place." Roy then went back to his sweet memories including the song that was the last out of Riza's beautiful mouth.

You said the way my blue eyes shined,

Put those Georgia stars to shame that night

I said: "That's a lie"

Just a boy in a Chevy truck,

That had a tendency of gettin' stuck,

On backroads at night

An' I was right there beside him all summer long

An' then the time we woke up to find that summer'd gone

But when you think: Tim McGraw,

I hope you think my favorite song

The one we danced to all night long:

The moon like a spotlight on the lake

When you think happiness,

I hope you think: "That little black dress"

Think of my head on your chest,

An' my old faded blue jeans

When you think Tim McGraw,

I hope you think of me

September saw a month of tears,

An' thankin' God that you weren't here,

To see me like that

But in a box beneath my bed,

Is a letter that you never read,

From three summers back

It's hard not to find it all a little bitter sweet,

An' lookin' back on all of that, it's nice to believe:

When you think: Tim McGraw,

I hope you think my favorite song

The one we danced to all night long:

The moon like a spotlight on the lake

When you think happiness,

I hope you think: "That little black dress"

Think of my head on your chest,

An' my old faded blue jeans

When you think Tim McGraw,

I hope you think of me

And I'm back for the first time since then:

I'm standin' on your street,

An' there's a letter left on your doorstep,

An' the first thing that you'll read:

Is: "When you think: Tim McGraw,

"I hope you think my favorite song"

Some day you'll turn your radio on,

I hope it takes you back to that place

When you think happiness,

I hope you think: "That little black dress"

Think of my head on your chest,

An' my old faded blue jeans

When you think Tim McGraw,

I hope you think of me

Oh, think of me,

Mmmm

You said the way my blue eyes shined,

Put those Georgia stars to shame that night

I said: "That's a lie"

He remembered the way that her blood reached into her golden blonde hair turning it into a red color. No longer a soft pillow for him to lay on while sleeping next to his best friend. Then he was suddenly snatched back to reality.

"Are you gonna be okay darlin'?" Taylor asked, as she sat down next to him on the pew he had moved to. Though he didn't remember how nor when. Taylor began to run her fingers motherly like through his hair, he quickly muttered what sounded like a 'don't' and pulled away. It was then that the coroners assistance showed up and began to ready it for the depressing event that shall happen in a few hours. They were asked to leave and they complied, they walked out of the heavy oak doors and they saw the hearse that held her occupied casket, Roy looked away, not being able to mentally cope with it. Scar had already lost her once, but he too had to look away his wife was laying in a box, a wooden box, nothing more, and he didn't know how much more his mind could take, she was shot by HIS son after all, did he not do the right thing by giving him to a family that could care for him? He didn't know the answer, he never would he figured. Both he and Roy sat outside the church, until people began to show up for the funeral. Random people muttered apologies to the two men as they walked into the church. About twenty minutes early they walked into the now full church. People began to go up to tell about what a good person Riza was, and other things like that, it was then that Scar was asked to say a few words, a few Alchemists tensed but did nothing, just as they were ordered. He and Taylor went up, and she grabbed the microphone she had warmed up with. He began to speak, almost exactly what Roy would have said.

"She used to play poker, late into the night with old friends.

She drank Jack Daniels on the rocks, but never got drunk.

She stood at that kitchen sink, singin' those great old country songs.

She didn't think anyone was home: man she could really sing.

She laughed loud;

She laughed deep down in her soul.

Her rich brown eyes told us of her heartaches an' pain,

But mostly they shared with us the good times:

The times of peace an' unfiltered happiness.

See traditions run deep around here,

Like the deep red wine grows an' flows all through the valley.

Sometimes, they're all we've got to hold on to.
But now she's gone an' she's never comin' back.

An' I'm here;

I'm here an' not a day goes by that I don't miss Riza Hawkeye."

Oh Lord, take away the pain;

Oh Lord, take away the pain.

These tears I've cried, they fall like rain.

Oh Lord, take away the pain.

Pull me in, Lord, into your arms;

Hold me tight, hold me tight.

Don't let me go till the morning dawns.

Don't say goodnight, don't say goodnight.

Oh Lord, take away the pain;

Oh Lord, take away the pain.

These tears I've cried, they fall like rain.

Oh Lord, take away the pain.

She said: "Don't be sad I'm leavin' you.

"It's all right, it feels all right.

"'Cause here He comes, I'll be home soon.

"I see the Light, I see the Light."

Oh Lord, take away the pain;

Oh Lord, take away the pain.

These tears I've cried, they fall like rain.

Oh Lord, take away the pain.

Oh Lord, take away the pain;

Oh Lord, take away the pain.

These tears I've cried, they fall like rain.

By the time that the song was over, everyone was in tears. They went out to their cars and began to drive towards the military cemetery. When they arrived there, and then they put her in the ground and began the same routine that happened during Maes' funeral. Roy was helped home by Havoc, Scar had just wandered off. Roy couldn't stay at his apartment, he and Black Hayate, whom Roy had consented to take, went to Riza's apartment, once there he opened the door with the spare key that she kept under the lamp near the door, he walked in, Hayate at his heels, and saw the small piano she had that belonged to her birth mother. The cover was open, leaving the keys to become dusty and useless. He didn't want to shut it, it was then that he found her Bible that was sitting on her end table, the one that had her mothers name imprinted on the cover. He couldn't look at it, so he stuck it in the drawer. He knocked the drawer a little, it was then that a portable radio fell to the floor, it turned on and stopped, it was exactly what was happening to him at that moment. He recognized the voice as well. It was a man whom she listened to quite often.

You left your Bible on the dresser

So I put it in the drawer

'Cause I can't seem to talk to God without yelling anymore

And when I sit at your piano

I can almost hear those hymns

The keys are just collecting dust

But I can't close the lid

You left my heart as empty

as a Monday morning church

It used to be so full of faith and now it only hurts

And I can heart the devil whisper

"Things are only getting worse"

You left my heart as empty

as a Monday morning church

The preacher came by Sunday

said he missed me at the service

He told me Jesus loves me

but I'm not sure I deserve it

'Cause the faithful man that you loved

is nowhere to be found

Since they took all that he believed

and laid it in the ground

I still believe in Heaven

and I'm sure you've made it there

But as for me without your love, girl

I don't have a prayer

You left your Bible on the dresser

so I put it in the drawer

It was then that he collapsed on to the bed that he had slept on many times before. It was then that he decided that Riza would have pulled her gun out by now and shot at him for being so depressed over her, no that was one thing he could not do. He had to live if only just to hear those words she had sung to him one last time.

You said the way my blue eyes shined,

Put those Georgia stars to shame that night

I said: "That's a lie"

Just a boy in a Chevy truck,

That had a tendency of gettin' stuck,

On backroads at night

An' I was right there beside him all summer long

An' then the time we woke up to find that summer'd gone

But when you think: Tim McGraw,

I hope you think my favorite song

The one we danced to all night long:

The moon like a spotlight on the lake

When you think happiness,

I hope you think: "That little black dress"

Think of my head on your chest,

An' my old faded blue jeans

When you think Tim McGraw,

I hope you think of me

September saw a month of tears,

An' thankin' God that you weren't here,

To see me like that

But in a box beneath my bed,

Is a letter that you never read,

From three summers back

It's hard not to find it all a little bitter sweet,

An' lookin' back on all of that, it's nice to believe:

When you think: Tim McGraw,

I hope you think my favorite song

The one we danced to all night long:

The moon like a spotlight on the lake

When you think happiness,

I hope you think: "That little black dress"

Think of my head on your chest,

An' my old faded blue jeans

When you think Tim McGraw,

I hope you think of me

And I'm back for the first time since then:

I'm standin' on your street,

An' there's a letter left on your doorstep,

An' the first thing that you'll read:

Is: "When you think: Tim McGraw,

"I hope you think my favorite song"

Some day you'll turn your radio on,

I hope it takes you back to that place

When you think happiness,

I hope you think: "That little black dress"

Think of my head on your chest,

An' my old faded blue jeans

When you think Tim McGraw,

I hope you think of me

Oh, think of me,

Mmmm

You said the way my blue eyes shined,

Put those Georgia stars to shame that night

I said: "That's a lie"

"I will always love you Riza Hawkeye" and he turned around to Black Hayate, asked if he was ready to go and they walked out side and down the side walk, although for a split second as he looked up at her now lifeless apartment he could have sworn he saw the blonde Lieutenant in uniform saluting him and smiling on her front porch as he walked away. From that moment on he knew she was where she needed to be and so was he, back on his way of righting all the wrongs that he and his country had done. Riza, it seemed had already finished what she needed to do on this earth, and it was time for her to go home.

Amen

A/N Time

So was it bad, good, okay? I know it was a little sappy and expected at the end but that's what I wanted to write. I want to thank my reviewers that had been with me from the start of this story. And I will have a side story out about Riza and Scar before the war in Ishval!

Thatlittleblondeangel -she also beta-ed my last few chapters so thanks!

Anicka

Bohemianwritterredroses

And thank you to my other reviewers! Within the last 10 Chapters I have received 30 reviews that's my new record! So thanks! I have another story called I didn't it's a songfic about Riza and Roy so if you liked the country music in this you might wanna check that out, I will have a new song fic called Whiskey Lullaby coming soon! Once I get the feeling back in my fingers! And thanks to Thatlittleblondeangel who made the suggestion!

Until the next story

Dementia