Hiya, here's my first FMA fanfic, err...i dunno if Hughes has to ask Roy for anything, and i probably tampered with...a butt-load of their pasts, but...it doesnt matter, because this idea has been in my head for far too long and my brain will spontaniously combust if i dont write it. So...here it is...the first chapter, hope you guys like it.

Roy was sitting at his desk as usual, writing with one hand, sifting through papers with another. The work was boring and overwhelming, and he found himself looking at Riza most of the time. He couldn't stop himself. He loved the way her blonde hair fell over her forehead and tied back slickly, looking smooth and shiny.

Her dark brown eyes were holding a staring contest with her work, and her serious expression broke his heart. He let go of the papers he had been holding, letting his hand rest against the paper he had been writing on. He played with his pen as he let his cheek slump in his other palm while he admired her.

She has stood by me…for so long…even when I…pushed her away…

He thought back to all of the times he hadn't said what was truly on his mind. He remembered all of the moments when she wanted to help, but he pushed her away, wanting never to hurt her with his dark memories. He wanted her to hear him, and he wanted to mean more to her than just a Colonel, but he could get in immense trouble for just thinking such a thing.

He still gazed at her, though. He wondered why she would join this government. A beautiful girl, young, smart and caring…did she need this? She had the whole world out there, begging for people like her. People with perfect figures who catch on fast, who have hidden talents, who can care for even the lowest of creatures. That was him, then? The lowest of low. That's right.

There was suddenly a knock at the door. He watched his beautiful lieutenant rise from her desk and walk off to the door. His arm moved from under his chin as he watched the door open and Maes Hughes walk in.

"Hughes." Mustang stated heavily as he rose

"Colonel. I'm requesting the day off tomorrow." Maes suggested seriously

"Why?" Mustang asked darkly

"It's my daughter's birthday! We're taking her to a diner, then we're heading off to…"

Hughs rattled on with his plans for his beloved daughter. When he was finally finished reciting the lovely schedule of his daughter's birthday, Mustang looked to Hughes with a smirk and soft eyes replying,

"Of course, then, Hughes."

"Thanks a bunch, Colonel!" Hughs chirped as he walked out, leaving Roy and Riza alone yet again.

"That was kind of you, Colonel." Riza slipped out simply

"You think it's kindness to allow a father to spend time with his child?" Roy asked curiously

"In an important job it's hard to connect with family, when the world is counting on you to be perfectly put together in the government. I think it's kind that you allow him breaks to spend time and connect with that family, sir." She responded softly

"Don't call me 'Sir' when we're alone, Riza, it makes us sound like strangers." Mustang told her

"But, Colonel, I always-" she was cut off though

"No 'Colonel' either…you know what I mean, Riza." He said as he sat down again and sifted through his papers, scribbling notes and studying his work.

"Uh…yes, sir—I mean…Roy." She said awkwardly

He looked up to her and smiled as he asked, "Remember when we were young?"

"S-…Roy, we still are young, we're just not getting younger." Riza told him with a chuckle

Roy laughed softly and added, "You barely knew me, yet you could always give me my favorite tea…how'd you know?'

"That's barely relevant." Riza said raising her eyebrows to him with a smile

"When I was young and in your home, you made me tea. The best goddamn tea I've ever had, and I still have the pleasure of receiving it every day at work, and now you better tell me how you knew what tea I liked." Mustang ordered, cocking an eyebrow and leaning on his forearms as he watched her sit down at her desk.

"Well, thank you, but a magician, Roy, never reveals her secrets." She replied suavely

"I'll found out somehow, mark my words." He threatened with a smirk

"Yes, well, I'll love to see how you go about doing that." She added with a purse of her lips

Mustang admired her smile. He loved to see her laughing and enjoying herself. He knew she deserved so much more than the wretched fate of state alchemists and sitting at desks mowing through death certificates and files upon files of serial killers. Riza laughed suddenly, Mustang fell out of his train of sad thoughts and asked, "What's so funny?"

"Can't you hear them?" she laughed out, shaking her head

Mustang finally heard it…

"YOU HAVE GOT TO STOP THROWING WRENCHES; IT IS A SICK, FREAKISH WAY OF DISCIPLINE!"

"WELL, YOU'VE GOTTA STOP MESSING UP MY BEAUTIFUL AUTOMAIL!"

"Guys…can you please stop fighti-"

"SHUT UP, AL, IT'S ALL WINRY'S FAULT ANYWAY, SHE SHOULD'VE CALMED DOWN WITH AGE, BUT SHE JUST KEEPS GETTING MORE IMMATURE!"

"AUGH! EDWARD, YOU ARE SUCH AN AS—"

The door opened with the Elrics and their good friend Winry. Winry smiled and didn't finish her rant as they entered the room.

"You could've knocked." Mustang suggested coolly

Ed glared and replied, "Yeah? Well, I've got some things I'd like to discuss with you, Colonel."

"Riza, will you take leave for now?" Mustang asked politely

"Of course, sir. Al, Winry, please join me." Riza stated softly as she rose and led the two out of the room.

They stood outside the door, glancing to one another. Winry looked to Riza and stated, "I'm sorry for yelling in the halls, he's just…aggravating."

Riza knew, from that one statement that there was anger in Winry for something more than simply disturbing her automail. Riza had a feeling, from that one sentence, that Winry was in love with Ed.

"Ah…well, no mind. It's not the first time people have stormed down these hallways screaming at each other. Even though it may sound it, that's no joke."

Riza remembered vividly walking down the halls with Mustang before he was a colonel. Both of them were very young, but smart and had made it together. Mustang was laughing loudly and cruelly at something she had done earlier that day. Something potentially embarrassing if spread around, though she couldn't remember what it was. It was probably something foolish to be so upset over, something she'd most likely laugh on now if she could recall what it was.

"No, Roy! Stop laughing! You're terrible!" She complained to him

He was holding his forehead, his head leaning back laughing with a huge, open smile.

"ROY! You're such a jerk!" she cried out to him

He turned to her, letting his laughter die out into a wide smile as he turned to her.

"I'm going to tell everyone!" Roy teased

Riza finally took out her guns, but Roy caught her wrists and ended up pinning her to the wall behind them.

His handsome face was dreadfully close to hers as she vividly remembered his lips mumble words that broke across her, "I was just kidding."

She remembered blushing crimson under his hold. She hated being manhandled and she especially hated being manhandled by Roy. He was just so terribly handsome and smart. She found that day that she didn't hate being manhandled by Roy; the real issue was that she hated not hating Roy manhandling her. She hated that she didn't want to fight him off and she hated that she never minded losing to Roy.

She shook herself out of her daydreams, catching the last of Winry's giggling as Al asked, "How long have you known Colonel Mustang?"

"A long, long time, I knew him when I was younger than Winry now." Riza replied with a smile

"Wow, so you knew him before you were involved with the government?" Winry questioned

"Yes, he's a very close friend of mine." She told Winry

Riza tried to remember exactly when she had given him the first cup of homemade tea he came to love. She couldn't remember. She could recall the precise moment she had given him that first cup, but she remembered once she saw he liked it, she gave him a mug of it every day.

A change, so drastic. Once in history turned to everyday from that day on…she'd remember it, some how. She'd get to it soon.