Disclaimer: I don't own FMA... or these pants. Well actually I MADE these pants. Fuck yeah!

DAY 397, August 4 1906

Dear Dom,

Something both horrible and incredible has happened. The exploding alchemist is gone and my ghost got rid of him.

It was crazy to watch the assortment of explosion and flames but my ghost emerged from smoke the victor. Kimblee, as I have learned his name is, went against orders and starting killing his own men and superiors. He plunged into the Ishballians cities and slaughtered not only the resistance but the civilians and even some of our men.

No one could stop him… except for my ghost.

Steel willed and with a heart of pure ice he strode into carnage and smoke unafraid. I tried to follow but I'm no alchemist and they had quarantined off their battle. I only know it was my ghost who walked away without chains.

Imagine my surprise when he walked directly to me. He didn't say anything nor did he look at me. He just put a hand on my shoulder and gripped it softly once before floating past to do whatever it is a hero did next. That's what he is for everyone else you know, a hero. He saved this whole encampment from Kimblee's wrath but to me he is still my ghost, waiting to be resurrected.

Later that night I found myself strolling along the camp fringe and I found exactly what I'd thought I would find, my ghost.

Tormented and alone, ha watch the amber dawn without solace. I never thought of myself as a brave man. I've never done anything terribly courageous, at least never something another man wouldn't do in my situation. But then, how many men find themselves in situations like this?

Summoning courage I didn't know I had, I sat next to him and put his head on my shoulder. What happened next blew my mind away… I'm not one to kiss and tell but loosing my virginity is another matter. It was so hot, so sweet and so incredible I don't even know how to write it.

Strange part is, I've heard the guys talk about local girls and I thought hard about the difference afterwords, while he was asleep in my arms. All the same pleasurable feelings were there but it was just so much more for me. Maybe I just need to get used to sex (god it's weird to write it) and the novelty will wear off in time.

Or it was because of the person he shared that piece of heaven with. Because that what it was, absolute bliss. Still is. It's the day after and he's still sleeping, using my thigh as a pillow. I guess I wore him out? I'm starting to wonder if he's ever going to wake up but I figure it was a rough day all around and he deserves what little rest he can find.

I'm going to join him now; I just wanted to tell someone before I wake up to this all being a dream. I should dream more often.

A/N:

This story is becoming a lot deeper than I intended. I feel like I'm really connecting to Havoc... Maybe it's time for another Jeanx_____ fic? Any requests? I am in the mood for a oneshot to get me in the groove for Free Fall again.

-rix the demon