AN: Ok so because I am a sucker for writing Royai angst and for this fic, I have completed an additional chapter for this fic. It includes the scene of Roy finding out about Riza's tattoo because a few have you have asked for it both here and on AO3. I've listened to your feedback (thank you to those who provided it!) and I have (hopefully) delivered! Because that's what it's all about, I think. Gotta keep improving, so here you go! I hope you enjoy.

This is a "missing scene" from chapter 6.

Riza shuffled into the blessedly empty kitchen. She couldn't take facing the team right now. Gingerly she leaned her weight against the kitchen counter. The marble was cool against her skin so she relaxed against it, shifting her weight so the swollen skin around the wound on her back would feel some relief.

She couldn't sleep. She hadn't been able to do so for the past two weeks. The team had no doubt noticed by now, but no one mentioned it.

No one really spoke to her anyway.

That one thought sent a shooting pain into her heart, causing tears to form in her eyes. She closed them fiercely, brushing the offending liquid away.

What was done was done. There was no fixing the past. That was the price she paid to bring the General back. As long as he was alive, that was all that mattered.

Shuffling off the counter, she rounded the corner to a pillar at the end of the breakfast bar. The tile floor sent a chill though her feet, but she ignored it. Hesitantly, Riza glanced around the room and listened, holding her breath. There was no movement in the house. Everyone was asleep. So, she pulled her shirt up slowly, wincing and hissing as the fabric tugged on her bandages. Finally the skin was exposed and Riza leaned back against the pillar. She closed her eyes, again, welcoming the cold.

This was the fourth night of the same routine. The pain in her back prevented her from sleeping. The bastard had got her good with that C4. Although she wasn't the intended target, she was just glad she had spotted it in time.

"You okay?"

Riza jumped, hissing in pain once more as her back roughly collided against the solid pillar. She doubled over in pain, the current height of her shirt forgotten.

"Hey," the voice soothed, coming closer to her. Feebly, Riza held a hand up to stop him, but it was no use. A hand was placed on her shoulder and suddenly Roy was at her eye level.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Riza bit her lip, squeezing her eyes shut tightly. She shook her head. "Let me help you."

It wasn't a question, more of a command, and Riza found herself loathe to disobey. She nodded and Roy helped her stand up straight once more. With the hand on her shoulder, he eased her upright. He wrapped an arm around her waist, ensuring to avoid her injuries. Another arm went around his shoulder as he supported Riza's weight. Slowly, they walked back to her bedroom before Riza knew what was happening.

As the pain slowly dissipated, Riza became painfully aware of how close Roy was to her. Her breath caught in her throat as she heard and felt his breath at her ear. The way he was holding her… His hand grasped her tightly and his left hand brushed over the skin above her waistline.

He shifted his left hand to open the bedroom door before replacing it on her waist. Riza gasped then. If Roy noticed, he didn't let on.

"I'll manage from here," she finally voiced, extracting herself from his hold. It had felt good. Too good. This is bad. He's too close. She staggered towards the bed, placing both hands down on the mattress, bracing herself.

"Where did you get that?" a quiet voice asked suddenly. Riza turned, confused. But Roy wasn't looking at something in the room, like Riza expected. Instead, Riza realised with fear, he was staring at her back.

Fuck. Fuck!

"I – I don't… Get what?" she stuttered, panic flitting through her.

Roy didn't seem to hear her. Instead he strode forward. His eyes were hidden in the darkness, but Riza knew from the tone of his voice that they were steely. Only one person in his world knew of this array on her back. And no doubt that one person had expressly told him not to show it to anyone. Ever. So why did this "criminal" have it tattooed on her back?

Riza felt herself panicking. Shit! This wasn't supposed to happen! She had let her guard down and would now pay the price.

Hands grasped her shirt lightly and lifted it. Ducking his head, Roy looked at the bottom of the tattoo. Riza jerked away from him, wincing as the movement tugged at her bandages once more. Luckily the burns were hidden by the gauze. Riza had made sure Edward had hidden them. If, by some crazy turn of events someone had found the burns, she didn't want to have to explain it.

Just like she didn't want to have to explain her tattoo, but now had to.

Fuck.

"Where did you get that?" His voice was low. Riza almost felt a threat in it.

Riza was lost for words. No plausible explanation came to mind. No thoughts sprung forth to get her out of this situation. One thought, however, did. One thought that hurt the most.

He truly didn't remember her at all.

Truth had taken Roy completely away from her after the Promised Day. After Marcoh's stone shattered before her, so had her heart. There was no way for him to get his sight back. It would render him useless as a soldier. Roy wouldn't be able to reach the rank of Fuhrer now. He would never be able to make things right with the world.

So, Riza made a deal with the devil and bargained his life for hers. In a fit of desperation, she had ordered Marcoh to offer her up as a sacrifice to the gate. He blatantly refused, but Riza was desperate. And so he did. It might have been pity, it might have been the threat on his life. Desperation can make someone do funny things. Truth, the sadistic bastard that they were, grinned and returned her to the world. Roy was alive, his vision intact, but Riza Hawkeye had vanished from history. Everything was exactly the same, she simply no longer existed. Truth had been picky as it had tried to erase her. Grumman still remembered her, as did Edward, Alphonse, and Winry. But no one else. Riza still to this day didn't understand it.

"I…" Riza began, but never finished.

"Hawkeye," Roy warned. "Where?"

"My father," she stated. There was no point in lying.

The room was silent. The only sound was their breathing. Roy's was heavier, no doubt with anger at seeing this symbol on her back. Riza's was baited as she awaited his reply.

"Hawkeye…" he whispered to himself. "Riza Hawkeye. As in, Berthold Hawkeye's daughter? He never had a kid."

Tears pricked at her eyes.

Use the anger Riza, her mind urged. Push him away because if you don't then he will get close once more and you will only hold him back.

"He sure as shit did," she replied, indignant. "I am right here."

"But… Why would he…"

"Tattoo this on to me? I don't know. I've been asking myself that for years. Join the club," she muttered darkly. She focussed on the anger she felt towards her father instead. That was safe.

"I stayed with him for years," Roy replied. "How come I never saw you?" His tone was accusatory.

"I don't know. Maybe you need glasses?"

He huffed in anger. "Excuse me?" he asked incredulously. Riza could almost hear the disbelieving "What the fuck?" in his tone.

"I was there, Mustang. Whether you remember it or not. I grew up in that house. I cooked for you. I studied with you, for fuck's sake. And you are telling me you don't remember?"

Riza was playing on her anger towards her whole situation, but she didn't care. She was past caring about it, especially tonight.

"No, I don't…"

"Some friend you were," she scoffed unfairly.

"Is that why you are so angry with me?" he rounded on her. "Is that why you don't want to be here? Because I forgot about you?"

No.

"Yes."

Roy threw his hands in the air in frustration. "I cannot believe this," he muttered. He ran his hands through his hair, agitated. "So you are telling me you are so against working with me because I forgot about a kid I knew over twenty years ago? Wow, Hawkeye. Of all the petty things to be mad about."

You have no idea, Riza thought sadly. But she played along. For his sake, more than hers. If Roy didn't remember her, there was no point in digging up the past. In fact, he had provided her with a plausible explanation for all of this. He had given her an easy out.

"I gave you those flame alchemy secrets, and look what you did with them you bastard."

Riza wasn't proud of that comment. In fact, it physically hurt her to say. It was grossly unfair. She knew how much Roy struggled after Ishval. She knew how much he would still be struggling today. And here she was, preying on his trauma. It wasn't just below the belt, it was kicking a man while he was down.

This is it, Riza. The lowest of the low. Congratulations. You're a straight up bitch now.

She felt so terrible, she tried to apologise right after saying it.

"I'm –"

"You know," he interrupted her. "Grumman told me you came highly recommended. He said you would get the job done, no questions asked. He was a liar. Fuck you Hawkeye." Without another word he left her in the room. Quickly, Riza lunged to lock the door. She threw a hand over her mouth as she cried, trying to muffle the sound.

Roy was angry and confused. When he had entered the kitchen to get a drink he was surprised to find Hawkeye there. Instantly on his guard, he waited to see if she would sense his presence. She seemed to have a knack for that. Instead, there was no reaction. Cautiously, he asked her if she was all right. Once she was back in her room, he finally spotted the marking on her back. He was confused at first because it was dark, but recognition dawned on him. It was the array for flame alchemy. He had been sure of it. After receiving no answer from Riza, he had gotten a better look at it himself. In hindsight, he should have asked her. But it was so… wrong to see the array with someone else, never mind their back. Master had been adamant that no one should know about his research.

Finally, Roy put two and two together and realised she was Berthold's daughter. What he didn't expect was the woman to become so offended by his questioning.

He was angry now as he stomped loudly back to his room. How dare she throw Ishval back in his face. She hadn't been there. She didn't know what it had been like. Roy was hard enough on himself. He didn't need a stranger to do it too.

He found himself wanting to punch something, wanting to light something on fire. Roy couldn't understand her. Instead of setting the house ablaze, he slammed his bedroom door shut angrily. He had offered her freedom in return for her help on this case, included her in everything the rest of the tea did, yet she fought him at every turn.

He could have sworn he heard her crying as he stormed away, he thought briefly. Good, he thought sullenly. She deserves it.

The next morning at breakfast Riza was up before everyone else, the same sullen look on her face as she drank her coffee. She completely ignored the team as they entered one by one, bidding good morning.

After she left the room, Havoc raised his eyebrows. "Who crapped in her cereal?" He muttered. A quiet laugh went round the room and the rest of them finished eating their food.

Roy ignored the comment and returned to his food. When he had woke he still felt angry towards her, but after Havoc's comment, he pushed it aside for a moment as he tried to figure Riza Hawkeye out. Really figure her out.

There was more to it than her simply having a shitty personality. The way she had so effortlessly put herself in the line of fire to save his life… He was still extremely thankful to her for that. But what struck him as strange was she still hated his guts. Why would someone who despised you, try to save your life the way she did?

The whole concept of Riza saving his life struck a familiar chord within him, put Roy couldn't put his finger on it. Something about being useless in the rain, a sniper saving his life in Ishval… It was all a jumble in his mind. When he thought about it too much, a headache crept up on him.

Once all this was over, he would find out the truth. He truly didn't want to put her away. She was too good a soldier, despite her hatred towards him. If only she was more open to working with them, and more reasonable, Roy would offer her a spot on his team. He wasn't stupid either. He had heard the hushed conversations she had with Edward. They were up to something, but he wasn't sure what. Roy also wasn't about to jeopardise the whole operation in order to find out. That was something for another time.

And Riza Hawkeye could bet, that no matter what she said to him that hit below the belt, she would not ruin this operation for him either.

Ok, that was really harsh. But, again, I'm trying to stay realistic to the tone of the story and the plot. If this Riza focussed on her anger (like it was hinted at in the first chapter when she meets Roy) then this would be how she reacted, I believe. If it seems to OOC, let me know and I can tweak it. I am always open to constructive criticism! Plus, I want to provide you guys with the best reading experience.

This is a missing scene, if you will, from chapter 6. I would have simply changed the chapter, but people wouldn't have been notified and made aware of the change. Plus, I wanted to keep the original as it is, so that is is always there. If that makes sense xD It is late and my brain is fried after a long day of work. All effort went into writing this chapter, not the author's note xD

I have also planned a sequel to this fic to explore their relationship afterwards, but it won't be for some time. I want to get The Runners organised and almost finished before I start another one. But it will come!

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this added chapter. Much love 3