So sorry it's been so long! I will definitely try to update sooner than this!

A few weeks passed, and the news of Colonel Mustang and Lieutenant Hawkeye living together spread like wildfire. They were the topic of gossip and discussion. It was bothersome and annoying, and Riza was reaching her rope's end. And to top it all off, somewhere along the line, Roy started calling Riza by her first name when he wanted something. It wasn't all the time, nor very frequent, but when he did, it was always at the most inopportune times. Like at work.

"Riiizzzaaaa," he whined, plunking his head on his desk. "Make it stooooppp!"

Sighing and rolling her eyes, she looked over to him. He looked pathetic.

"Make what stop, sir?"

Riza never succumbed to her desire to call him 'Roy', no matter where they were. It was her way of keeping things from getting too personal, but despite all her efforts, things were about to get as personal as they got without sleeping together.

"Maes is calling me and sending me notes constantly! Make him stop!" he cried, a very unmanly noise.

"It is not my job to call your friends, sir. Do it yourself," she sighed.

"But, but, but-" he protested pitifully.

"No 'but's," she commanded, making the men in the room wonder who was really the one in charge for the, well, hundredth time since they joined the team.

Just as Roy was about to start whining again, the door burst open, cracking against the wall. Everyone looked up to see Rebecca Catalina. She didn't look like herself.

She was no longer in her uniform, but a long black skirt that slit to her knee, her long auburn locks down and in spiraled curls instead of the common ponytail, along with a cream colored tank top and high heels. She looked like a woman instead of a military officer. Havoc's nose started to bleed at the sight of the ample cleavage hinting at the dip in her top.

"Get a tissue, Havoc," Riza deadpanned. "We all know about your breast fetish but we don't want to see you acting like a dog in the heat. Do that on your own time."

Breda snickered and Furey blushed, while Falman only smiled slightly as Roy gave a proud smirk, even though he wasn't the one who thought of the line.

"Riza!" Rebecca cheered. "I got a few days off and decided to come see you! You'll let me crash at your place, right?"

Riza sweat-dropped. She didn't think her friend understood the concept of calling first. Turning to her boss, Riza cast a cautious glance at Rebecca before proceeding to ask a question that would surely surprise her friend to no end.

"Would that be alright, sir?" she asked. "I'm sure it will be no problem."

Roy smiled slightly, looking up from his work. There was warmth in his eyes that not many people saw, but it was certainly there.

"Of course, Lieutenant. What's mine is yours after all."

There was about ten seconds of absolute shocked silence before Rebecca started screaming.

"WHAT?!" she exploded, grabbing the lapels of Riza's uniform. "What's he talking about? Why the hell are you asking for his permission? Don't you still live in that fuck-up complex somewhere in the shady part of down town with the hobo on the street corner that always smells like smoke and day-old ham?!"

Somewhere in the middle of her rant Rebecca had started shaking poor Riza back and forth, nearly smashing their foreheads together once or twice.

"We… live… together…!" Riza clipped between shakes. The shaking ceased. Riza was then released from Rebecca's death grip, wobbling on her shaking legs before falling into her chair.

"H-HOW?!" Rebecca stuttered, moving to shake Havoc.

"Stop ya harpy! This is old news! Go check the fucking newspaper from a few weeks back! I'm sure there'll be some big announcement, with the big deal you're making of it." Havoc cried.

Not amused by his jokes, Rebecca released him as well, choosing to place herself gracefully in a chair beside Riza's desk, smirking.

She was going to have fun with this.

Riza sighed for the hundredth time that day. She loved her friend to no end, but that didn't mean she appreciated all of the questions getting thrown her way.

"How did this happen? Does he cook? Who cleans? Are you, like, together? Have you slept together? Is he as good as they say he is? Rumor is he's huge! Did it even fit?"

The last part was whispered into her ear and Rebecca laughed at the light blush dusting Riza's cheeks. Now Riza really wanted to bang her head against the wood floor they were sitting on.

Roy had allowed her and Rebecca to leave early so that they could hang out, and Rebecca used every second. They went shopping, saw a movie and even ate at a nice restaurant before arriving at the house well after sunset.

Roy was already there, the remains of his dinner gone and when he saw the two women walk in the door, he had turned off whatever sport he was watching and politely gave them the living room for the night, his feet trudging up the large staircase somewhere around nine.

"Goodnight, Rebecca," Riza huffed, hiding her face in the covers on the air mattress they shared. It was where the coffee table usually was, the table pushed against the TV stand, the ending credits of Uptown Girls playing on the screen.

Smiling widely, Rebecca turned the TV off and rested next to her friend, lulling into a deep sleep and noting that her questions were never answered.

They slept for hours, Riza admittedly much more restless than her friend. As a result of her light slumber, she awoke with a start when she heard heavy footsteps on the stairs and fumbling in the kitchen.

She turned her head cautiously, looking into the open doorway leading to the kitchen, surprised to see Roy, his head braced in his hands and his shoulders shaking.

She could hear his quiet sobs in the night, his shaking frame causing her heart to lurch and she stood, her feet pattering against the floors as she walked to him.

"… Colonel?" she asked quietly, feeling slightly hurt when he flinched, until she realized he must have been dreaming about the war, and that calling him by his rank, even if it wasn't his rank at the time, wasn't helping.

"Roy," she ventured cautiously. Gently, she touched his shoulder, her heart breaking a little more for him when he leaned into her touch and sobbed again.

Disregarding all terms of formality and barriers of Superior and Subordinate, Riza wrapped her arms around him, holding his head to her chest. His tears stained her shirt as she rocked him back and forth, and soon enough she, too, started to cry, knowing he horrors he had gone through- all the while remembering her own.

With her head bowed she started to sing a song lowly, one she remembered him singing to her the first time he ever saw her cry.

"You are my sunshine,

My only sunshine,

You make me happy when the skies are gray,

You'll never know, dear

How much I love you

So please don't take

My sunshine

Away…" her voice broke somewhere in the middle, her emotions getting the best of her.

Soon he was quiet, his tears no longer flowing down his cheeks, and he was brought back to reality. He held her tighter, knowing very well that once they separated and went back out to their respective places, the moment would be shattered. She knew as well, allowing him to pull her closer and pulling his forehead to hers.

They stayed like that for the remainder of the night, unaware of the eyes that saw such a raw and private moment.

Rebecca closed her eyes, hoping to fall back into the slumber that was once in her grasp, knowing she would never forget the pained look in their eyes and the unspoken love that was held there. Maybe things would be okay.

She knew this was something they had to deal with-the laws, the gossip, the suffering and past scars.

And they would.

Together.