A/N: Longer than 100 words, obviously, but since it's the last one it seemed appropriate. I'm about halfway done with a longer version of the Ed meets Other Roy from beyond the gate (#19) drabble, so I suppose in the next few months I'll probably be writing lots and lots of longer fic based on these. Thank you very much everyone who has enjoyed them!

"What the hell is this?" Ed thrust the paper in front of Mustang, knocking everything else that had been on the desk onto the floor.

Roy sighed, adjusted his glasses and peered at the handwritten pages. "That's my account of the second practice campaign," he said dismissively, reaching to pick up the report he had been working on.

"But I'm in there!" Ed jabbed viciously at his name.

"You were there," Roy reminded him, his patience beginning to thin.

"Not officially! It was for military personnel only, and I'd already resigned. You had to hide me in your tent."

"I remember," Mustang said with a smirk.

"So why the hell is this even in there? 'Ed was waiting for me after the second drill, offering encouragement even when things seemed impossible. Without him, I likely would have stopped the entire exercise then.' You don't have to say that."

Roy took the pages from Ed and smoothed out the creases. "I do have to. The people of this country expect a memoir now that I've retired, and I think they deserve one that's honest, for once. It's about time they realized how much they owe you."

"That's stupid," Ed muttered, but his cheeks were beginning to turn pink. "They don't owe me anything. I was only thinking of you, anyway."

Mustang's smirk returned. "I'll be sure to mention that."

Ed shifted his weight from foot to foot, considering. "You're really going to write all that… about us?"

"Would it bother you?" Roy looked at him seriously.

Ed shook his head. "No, you know that. It's always bothered you more than me." He tried to choose his words carefully. "It might make them think of you differently."

Roy shrugged dramatically. "My career is over. The memoir is the last piece of it. I don't really care how they think of me." Both of them knew that that wasn't entirely true, but it was true enough.

Ed leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his favourite retired General's forehead. "I'll leave you to it, then. Just try not to make me look like too much of an love sick idiot, all right?"

Roy grinned. "I'll see what I can do." He was already back at work when Ed shut the study door behind himself.