Well, as today is the first day of non-Redd I figured I'd try and start some fanfictions. Wednesday is my late day, where I go to class about an hour later then usual. So yeah, that gives me some time. Shame I forgot and woke up anyway, wasn't too pleased about that. Well hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: If I did own Fullmetal Alchemist I'd be Hiromu Arakawa, and last time I checked cows can't type

Chapter One: A Bothering Subordinate

"You see, you skipped a comma here sir" Oh, how that word just dripped like arsenic from Archer's mouth, his lips felt as if they were burning enough just from saying it. "And I believe that should have been capitalized"

"Thank you Lieutanent Colonel Archer" Roy grumbled, not even bothering to look up at the paper work his underling was so desperate to shove into his face. Couldn't Archer see he was busy! Busy tinkering with his pocket watch, and busy taking a few naps, and then later that night he would be busy trying to finish the paperwork that should have been done hours ago. Roy Mustang followed a tight schedule you could say, and for some reason Archer seemed persistent to break it. "May I ask you something lieutanent Colonel?"

No, of course not. Archer wanted to roll his eyes, instead he just made towards Roy's couch. Almost seething at how much more comfortable it was then his own. Oh well, he gently scuffled the papers back into a neat stack and placed then at the corner of the coffee table, then leaned back and crossed his legs casually. "What do you wish to ask me sir?"

Oh, Roy intended to ask him quiet a bit. "You've been my subordinate for two weeks, perhaps three Archer. Through the weeks you've instantly cemented yourself within the work place, you're a very dependable and intelligent man. However..." The Colonel sighed and rubbed his temple, but he had to siphon himself an answer. "You've been...well...bothering me..."

Archer held the smirk that dared to spread across his face firmly in place, keeping the usual apathetic frown plastered.

"You're constantly taking my paperwork and even going so far as to correct what you deem unacceptable. Then you come here, taking my time, to simply point out those flaws to me"

"You say that like it's a bad thing sir" Archer shrugged, noticing a bit of a scruff against his shoe. He'd have to shine it out when he got home. "Paperwork, and revising paperwork, is expected of me. Are you condemning me because I'm doing my job?"

There was a scruff, Roy noticed, focusing on the man's shoes rather then his words. He didn't particularly wish to make eye contact; he'd probably freeze to death just looking at that ice. Archer's words were painfully true and basically meant that Roy was being immature and childish for even mentioning. Or revising what Roy had said, if you wanted to think of it the way Archer did. "No…" He strained, tension in his voice, as he leaned up against the edge of the mahogany desk. "You are doing your job. Perhaps to well then I'm accustomed too, but you're doing it none the less….I'd just like to know why I suppose, put the mind at ease..."

Uncrossing and crossing his legs Archer eyed the large stack of documents on the coffee table, seeming uninterested.

"Do you go out of your way to put me down, even in the most insignificant ways, because you think you're better then me? Do you do this because you want what I have, and what I am going to have?"

A hard rock stuck in Archer's throat, but his eyes stacked focused on the paperwork. He didn't need to look over at Roy to know the man was beaming with pride and frustration. He himself was in a cold sweat. Always fire and ice, weren't they? The Lieutenant Colonel swallowed hard, not sure how to counter his boldness. Well, fight fire with fire. Though he didn't often work with the element. "A lot of questions you've got sir. The answer to both of those questions is yes. Yes and know. It's true, I see myself superior to you as well as everyone else. It's nothing personal. Yes, I will become Fuhrer because I know that's what you're indicating. However there's something else" He rose to his feet, idly fiddling with the cuffs on his sleeves.

Something else? Roy thought, attempting to back up further into the desk as Archer strolled over. "What do you mean?" He stammered as a cold pale hand cupped his round olive cheek. He didn't attempt to stifle it.

Archer smiled softly, faintly, and gently ran his thumb over the smooth flesh before wrapping his arm around Roy's neck, leaning into his chest and inhaling his cologne wantonly. "I don't want to be in love with a man who doesn't do his job right"

Well, my dad will be home within minutes. Hope you all enjoy the first chapter, nine more to go. They'll all be one shots, though they'll also all be RoyArcher. Rate and review!