Disclaimer: I don't own FMA.

AN: This is a rather last-minute post because I just discovered it is Royai Week 2015. I realize this one is late. Just wrote it on an impulse so it's shorter than it otherwise might be. First prompt was 'Dreams.'

The Dreams That Keep Her Sane

She usually has big, noble dreams. They both do. They have these great aspirations that they will toil tirelessly to achieve, and they will keep working towards those.

Right now, however, her dreams are of a slightly different nature. Here, in this hellhole of blood, death, and destruction, these dreams seem closer to fruition and easier to achieve. She has to pull the trigger every day: shooting potentially innocent people in the hopes of protecting others. But it all feels wrong because, at least in this particular "war," they seem to do more killing than saving.

She wonders, "wouldn't it be nice to actually feel like a person for a while?"

So right now, she dreams of his arms, and the way they encircle her; of his hands and how they are so soft, and caress her in all the right places. She is mesmerized by the way he says her name when they are together, his silky baritone flowing all over her. She dreams of him living through this, of them surviving together.

They may not be great, noble dreams, but they will suffice until the next time they can be alone together. And they will keep her sane until their bigger aspirations can come true.