DISCLAIMER: I do not own FullMetal Alchemist Brotherhood nor do I claim to. I just like the show/manga and wanted to write a little something for it.

_[ STORY ]_

Havoc marched through the darkened halls, his feet pounding into the tiled floor and realigning on his internal map to get him to the nurse's office, all the while contemplating ways of hitting that man without getting in trouble.

"Havoc, wait," Hawkeye called catching up with the Second Lieutenant, flashlight in hand.

"I don't know how you do it, Riza," Havoc said.

"Do what?"

"Not kick the ass of people like him."

Hawkeye pondered this for a moment, "I use too," she said, "back before Roy and I joined the military, I got in a few fights when people would make a mockery out of him."

"What keeps you back now? Besides the obvious," Havoc asked genuinely interested.

"He asked me too," she responded, "I found out years later that anytime I got into a fight those same people would try and get back at me, the Colonel would stop them..."

"Say no more," Havoc said realizing this was a tough topic, "I shouldn't have pried."

"It's alright; talking keeps us both from thinking of ways to get away murdering Colonel Bristol."

"Hey, you hit him, I have land we can bury him on," Havoc joked.

"Sounds like a plan."

Arriving at the nurse's office, they found the door locked, "well that's a problem," Hawkeye said.

"Not at all," Havoc responded kneeling, "can you shine the light over the keyhole?" he asked pulling a small pouch from his inner breast pocket.

He unrolled it, and Hawkeye whistled, "lock picks? You know how to lock pick?" she asked.

"Took it up after 'The Insatened' had to keep busy somehow," Havoc laughed.

"That works."

Meanwhile, Armstrong and Halifax had no such trouble getting into the lab and retrieving the barrels of kerosene oil on their way back to the boiler room the two groups met up in the hallway. Once arrived they found a cart outside the door, "where did that come from?" Armstrong asked.

As they walked down the stairs, they found several boxes and bags stacked neatly across from the stairway in front of the shelving units full of canned goods and even cases of bottled water.

Hawkeye moved from the entire first making her way back to Mustang, well the others stacked their supplies with the rest; Havoc noted that the other Colonel's coat was amongst the new pile of blankets covering Mustang.

'Maybe he's not as bad as I thought," Havoc said to himself studying Bristol from the corner of his eye. Havoc watched Halifax walk over to the man and say something to which he waved the younger man off.

Charlie attempted to stay out of Hawkeyes way well she cut the old wrappings from Mustangs waist, he went through the bag of medical supplies they brought back and handed the woman things she asked for, but one thing Charlie hadn't found was any pain meds or anything to help with fevers.

"I think we're missing a few things," he said.

"What we needed was locked up, and we already broke into the nurse's office as it was," Hawkeye said.

"Fair point," Charlie said.

Time moved on slowly at first, but the group soon fell into a routine, Hawkeye would watch over Mustang during the night, well Havoc tended him during the day. Charlie and Armstrong would pitch in and help at times. Bristol and Halifax kept to their own or ran out to get more supplies.

It stayed this way for two weeks before the storm finally broke, and a team was able to get to East Command; during that time Mustang had improved some, but without antibiotics, his wound was healing slowly, and his fever lowered to a less dangerous level, but only with the aid of his allies. He was taken to the hospital and spent another week there recovering and being reprimanded by every doctor there was as well as his team. It would be after the start of the new year that Mustang would find himself back in his office surrounded by paperwork, and for once he didn't complain which made Hawkeye happy.

Havoc, on the other hand, was done with work, he had lit a new cigarette when someone walked in, "Charlie! What brings you here?" he asked looking up.

"Came to see how the kid is doing," he said.

Havoc chuckled at that, Fuery and Falman exchanged looks not understanding the situation, "the Colonel is in his office, this time with the window closed," Havoc said.

Charlie laughed this time and walked to the back office, he knocked on the open door frame, "Hello Mr. Charlie," Hawkeye greeted first making Mustang look up. The woman jumped as the Colonel leaped from his chair sending it flying into the wall as he gave a stiff salute, "Lieutenant General Sinclair, Sir," Mustang said, "what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Now, now Roy boy no need to get all worked up," Charlie said, "what would Christmas say."

"Madam would most likely be yelling at me," Mustang said with a smile releasing the salute and moving around his desk.

The two men embraced, "it's good to see you kid," Charlie said, "glad to see you up on your feet again.

"Same to you," Mustang responded, "I thought you retired."

"Long story, I'll not keep you long dinner tonight you hear I'll meet you out front at seven sharp, that's an order," Charlie said.

"Sir, yes, Sir," Mustang replied.

Charlie left soon after and Mustang's team crowded into his office, "was that really Lieutenant General Charles Sinclair the former Iron Wall of Briggs?" Falman asked.

"Yes, it was."

"How in bloody hell do you know him?" Havoc asked.

"He and my aunt worked in the information underworld together for many years, he also was a long time customer of her bar," Mustang explained.

The team looked at him in disbelief, "remind me never to get on your bad side," Fulman said, "the Lieutenant is bad enough, but with someone like the Lieutenant General on your side I pity the fool who pisses them both off."

"Amen to that," Havoc agreed.

"He's not wrong, the Lieutenant General was quite upset during the storm, I thought it for a different reason, but if he knows you then it makes sense his worry was for your well being," Hawkeye said.

"Well considering he almost became my uncle I would hope so," Mustang said.

There was a collective 'what' from those gathered.

_[ ~FIN~ ]_

Note: Well that's it, what did you all think. I may add more at some point, but for now, it's done. Thanks for reading.