It's ALIIIIIVE! I have been without a computer for TOO LONG! I have suffered mentally and physically for two months trying to find a way to fix this whilst being broke. After traveling far and wide asking and begging and hoping and dreaming and finally: I contacted one of my friends who told me she had connections and got someone to fix it, kinda. My laptop is really old so I'll need to think of a getting a new one soon.

But let us not listen to my boring and whiny rant.

I GIVE YOU: Chapter 6! *Holds arms out wide to the roaring applause* yes, yes I know, thank y- OW! Who threw that cow!

The laughter died into a comfortable silence as Roy took the clean cups and dried them off for Ed. Ed took the time to glance at the wall clock "Shit."

"Hm?" Mustang glanced at Ed then to the clock that Ed was staring at and blanched, it was nearly three in the morning. He had to be at work in about five hours.

Ed laughed apologetically, "Wow, sorry for keeping you, I-uh- lost track of time." Ed rubbed the back of his head awkwardly.

Mustang shook his head, "No, I did too, it's not your fault. I should probably get going. I might be able to walk home with enough time to catch a few hours."

Ed watched Mustang go to the door a pained look crossing his face, "Wait. It's going to storm in a couple of minutes, you should probably stay."

Mustang looked back at Edward with one of his eyebrows raised, "How would you know that?"

"My stubs always feel the rain before it comes, and I happen to listen to the news weather reports every now and again." Ed finished with a smirk.

Mustang looked to the window to see that it was indeed raining. Great. Was that lightning? Yeah, yeah it was. Wonderful.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, "Would you be kind enough to let me borrow an umbrella, Fullmetal?"

Ed raised his eyebrows chuckling, "With winds that are supposed to get up to sixty miles per hour, an umbrella won't help. Didn't Hawkeye tell you about it?"

'She probably did, but I don't think I would have been listening' He thought to himself deciding not to answer the question.

Ed sighed, "Just take the bed, I'll get you to work in the morning."

Mustang blinked at Edward in amazement. Since when had Edward Elric the Fullmetal Alchemist with an infamous snarky attitude get to be so nice? And to Roy Mustang of all people! Perhaps, just perhaps, Edward didn't hate Mustang as much as he thought he did. But-

"I'm not going to force you out of your bed, I can take the couch or something it's fine."

"Please," Edward called as he walked to another room, "The bed's not going to end up slept in anyways, I won't be able to get a wink of sleep until I make some progress on what I'm working on. That couch isn't the best place to sleep anyways, it's all lumpy from all the times I've fallen asleep on it reading."

Ed finished talking with a chuckle in front of him and an armful of clothing which he plopped onto the floor. Edward stepped back and looked Mustang up and down causing the elder to blush lightly and cross his arms defensively, "What?"

Ed didn't answer but after a moment more he clapped his hands and picked up the bundle of clothing which transformed as he lifted them. Edward handed Mustang the bundle of soft black clothing which turned out to be a pair of pajamas fit to his size. A flash and the crack of thunder came from outside as Edward jabbed a thumb toward his bathroom. "You don't really get a choice here, Mustang. March it."

If Roy Mustang had a smidgen less pride than he already had he would have mockingly saluted Edward and marched to the bathroom slinging the clothes over his shoulder like a rifle, but he didn't. Instead he humored himself with the thought of it and walked calmly to the bathroom chuckling at his own mind.

Upon entering Edward's bathroom for the second time he stopped himself to think over what he had just encountered with Fullmetal. He had been swept up by the blond and barely had time to think. Edward had been through so much it almost felt as though Roy could feel the weight. Mustang leant against the door as Edwards story caught up to him. Edward was so much more stronger than him. During the war that he had been in he never gave up on life even with the knowledge that his brother the one thing he strove the most to protect for years on end was no longer living. He kept fighting, he kept going. Still helping others selflessly, be it the people around him like that Jones character or the people he was liberating from that Hitler person. Mustang undid the buttons to his military blue jacket as he thought. In comparison he was so much more pathetic, Edward deserved his unofficial name: Hero of the People. Mustang always felt his was some sort of joke, Hero of Ishbal. What a load that was, he played good little military dog and killed innocent people, nearly committed suicide several times and would have succeeded if not for Marcoh, and drank himself into a stupor until Maes gave him the idea of changing things and becoming King one day.

Edward was just so much more.

Mustang slipped into the clothing that was provided for him and was surprised that it was actually a nice fit. He folded his used clothing and entered Edwards room to see him picking the papers from his bed into a box full of notes that he placed into a corner of the room. Mustang coughed politely to inform Edward of his presence.

Edward looked up calmly seeing the amusement that danced in his superior's eyes, "I have an irregular sleeping pattern." Edward said as some sort of explanation trying not to blush.

"I can see that." The amusement in Mustang's voice was quite poorly disguised seeming more like he was trying to hold in laughter.

Still trying hard not to blush, Edward scowled in Mustang's direction without any real menace as another flash of light cast the shadows of the room in another direction a boom of thunder following. Both men glanced to the window with the reflex that most all humans have. Ed raised his eyebrows at the intensity of the storm he had been in worse before, yes, but this one was pretty powerful. One more crack of thunder as Edward was walking and the power flickered and went out.

Mustang heard a couple more of Edward's uneven footsteps before he heard an odd 'thunk' before, "Oh Fuck….Ow!"

The Flame Alchemist dug around his pile of clothing for a glove dropping a couple articles, pulled it on, and with a 'snap' let a ball of fire in his hand illuminate the room, "You okay?"

"Yeah, just peachy," Edward picked himself off the floor and turned to what tripped him, a pile of books. Mustang carefully picked his way across the room and sat on Ed's bed as Edward proceeded to pick up the offending books and place them in various sections of the several bookcases that lined the wall. "Sorry you caught me in a research week, else this wouldn't be a problem."

Mustang shook his head, "I'm the one intruding, I'm grateful regardless" he could believe that the dedicated alchemist would be periodically clean or messy depending if he was delving into some sort of theory or coming up with some new discovery. He remembered once when there was a state meeting on what the plans were should the military ever find themselves in war debt.

Edward had stood up and walked out of the room coming back in about five minutes dumping carbon onto the large table in front of everyone. He then proceeded to clap his hands and transfigured the carbon into diamonds.

"What do you call this?" he recalled one stuffy officer saying.

Edward had turned his head toward the officer looking him strait in the eye before his face split into a devious grin, "I call it cheating."

Several of the officers laughed outright and one even slapped the young blond on the back saying, "Ha! Where did you find this one, Mustang? He's brilliant!"

Broken and bleeding in the middle of nowhere. But all he did at the time was shrug smiling, proud of the boy with such talent and creativity.

"Here I'll take those for you." Ed's voice said pulling him out of his memories, Mustang glanced at the remaining articles of clothing in his hand and handed them to Edward who had what he had dropped in search for his gloves. Mustang let the fire in his hand die after the younger stuck the end of a candle into the fire and lit the candle on the bedside table, leaving with his clothes and the candle in his hand.

When the blond returned Mustang suddenly found himself at a loss of what to do, he just sat on the edge of Edwards bed, "Well lay down. I'll just get some of the materials I'll need for the night and go into the other room."

"No, please, you can stay at your desk. I wouldn't want to force you out of your room, I remember saying this before."

Edward gave him a hard look the gold in his eyes flickering with the candlelight. "I won't mind the light." He added.

Slowly Edward nodded and he moved stacks of paper from his desk to the ground to make room for the candle in his hands. He also pushed the rest of the papers around the floor to surround his desk revealing the hard wood floor. Mustang swung himself into Edward's bed trying not to laugh at how awkward he found the situation.

Edward was also trying his hardest not to glance over at Mustang every few minutes, instead he took a deep breath and tried to lose himself in his alchemic research. To which he succeeded at eventually and Mustang unbenounced to the blond was lulled into a comfortable sleep by the scratch of graphite to paper and rain, the candlelight flickering dully behind his eyelids.

YAAAAAAY ANOTHER CHAPTER DONE! I feel my fanfiction writing juices flowing! Yes!

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