There was lots of paperwork to do that day. There always was when a serial killer had been caught. The pile was made higher by the killer's death. By noon, Roy was glaring at the pen and the paper, rubbing his hand.

"Why can't we just say we caught him and he died in the process?" he asked his empty office. He put his head down on the desk, "Why do we have to write about every last detail, even what the flaming weather was like?" he moaned. Roy was brought back to reality by a sneeze and a load of paper being put on his desk. The Colonel sat up, straighten his jacket.

"You have to be joking, more paperwork! If there is anymore, this place will go up in flames" he told the person in his office, looking through the paperwork.

"Like I care, that will just give you more paperwork" Edward shivered, before starting a coughing fit. Roy looked up, quite surprised. Ed had another coat on, this one long and brown. It was buttoned up to his chin, and Ed had his arms crossed across his chest. He was shivering, yet sweat was dropping off his forehead.

Roy glanced out of his window, before looking down at the wet paper. It was still raining and Ed had been out in it. No wonder his fever was still there.

"What is this?" Roy asked, holding up the paper. Ed stopped coughing, and blinked a few time, as if trying to get his surroundings into focus. He placed a hand on a chair, steadying himself.

"A report" Ed replied.

"I didn't ask you to write a report, Fullmetal, I know what happened" Roy told him. Ed turned to leave.

"Just read it, Bustard" he growled. The Colonel sighed, starting to flick through the messy, dripping report. Ed suddenly stopped, and Roy looked back up. Ed swayed on the spot, before falling to the floor.

"Fullmetal!" Roy yelled, jumping up, and running to the small alchemist's side. Ed was unconscious, shaking like hell. The door opened as Roy felt his forehead. It was boiling.

"Sir?" Hawkeye asked, stepping into the room and kneeling next to the boy. Fuery followed, but stood by the door.

"Fuery, gather all the blankets you can" Roy ordered. Fuery saluted and hurried out the room, "Hawkeye, call a doctor"

"Yes, Sir" Hawkeye replied, also hurrying out of the room. Roy picked Ed up, and took him the brown crouch. He placed the boy gently down.

"Ed, you idiot, you should have stayed in bed" the Colonel told him, feeling Ed's hot, feverish skin.

Five minutes later, Fuery ran in with three blankets. Roy covered Ed with them as Hawkeye walked in with the military's doctor. He was an aging man with grey hair and tiny glasses.

"What do we have here then?" he asked, going to Ed's side.

"Well, he has a bad case if the flu, and I suggest you keep him here for a couple of days, do not let him go outside, otherwise it could get a lot worse" the doctor told them after he had checked Ed over.

"Keep him in this room?" Roy asked, uncertainly. The doctor nodded.

"Yes, he needs sleep" and with that he left. Roy looked at Ed, and then Hawkeye and Fuery.

"Great! Now I'm stuck with the pipsqueak Fullmetal in my office for the next couple of days" he said, annoyed.

"Shut up, Colonel Bastard" a small voice croaked. Everyone turned to Ed. His eyes were closed and he was curled up in a ball on his side. Roy's eyes softened as he looked at the sick boy. He shooed his two officers out of his office and then sat down at his desk, watching Ed for a little while. Soon enough, soft snores filled the quiet room. Roy smiled slightly and continued with his never ending paper work.

A couple of hours later, the building was nearly empty. Everyone had gone home (or the bar in Havoc, Fuery, Falman and Breda's case) and Roy was left to the darkening office. With the hot coffee in his hands, Roy lent back in his seat, placing his feet onto the desk. Ed had been asleep all this time, and the coughing had eased slightly.

"Mum…" Ed suddenly mumbled, catching the Colonel off guard. Roy looked over to him. Ed's face was screwed up in pain and fear.

"Mum!" the word was louder this time and more desperate, "Al! No……please! Alphonse!" Roy stood up, and began to walk over to the sleeping boy, but stopped at Ed's next yell.

"Mustang! No!....Please! Stop!.....Roy!" Roy walked to Ed and kneeled down beside the couch. A tear was running down Ed's pale cheek. Roy took his hot hand and the simple touch made Ed jump awake. He started panting as he spotted Roy above him. The tears increased slightly.

"It was just a dream" Roy whispered, stroking Ed's hair. Ed's breath grew easier, and he lent into the touch, wiping his tears roughly away. He tightened the grip on Roy's other hand, and closed his eyes briefly.

"…so real" Ed mumbled, quietly.

"I know" Roy whispered back. He bent down and kissed Ed's tear soaked cheeks, tasting the saltiness of them. Ed opened his eyes again and looked at Roy. Roy looked back at him, still stroking the soft, blonde hair. Silently, he bent down, meeting Ed's lips with his. Roy felt Ed's lips move with his. He tasted the sweet taste of them. Honey and Bananas he would call it if needed a name.

Ed's hand found Roy's neck and he placed it there, pushing Roy down ever so slightly. Roy slowly ran his tongue over Ed's bottom lip, which Ed responded by opening his mouth slightly. Roy couldn't help but smile into the kiss as he began to explore Ed's mouth. Roy could tell that Ed had little or no experience with kissing because he seemed unsure of what to do. His tongue was all over the place. It still felt nice though.

Roy broke away, sealing the kiss with a soft closer of lips. Ed started to cough again and he fall back against his pillow. He let his hand fall off Roy's neck as he gasped for air. Once Ed had stopped coughing, he closed his eyes, his face relaxed.

Roy smiled, kissed Ed's forehead and went to stand up.

"Don't leave" Ed said, slight pleading in his voice. Roy took his hand again.

"I won't, I promise" Roy whispered into his eyes. Once again, Roy listened to Ed slowly fall back to sleep, his breathing getting deep. Ed was still shivering; despite the amount of covers he had on him, so Roy took off his jacket and gave it to Ed, tacking it under his sides. Roy yawned, and lied his head down on the edge of the couch. With Ed's heavy breathing on his neck, Roy quickly fell asleep.

Roy had a good dream, he was sure of it. He couldn't remember what it was about, but he could recall soft lips brushing against his forehead. It felt good, and kind, and loving.

Roy woke up with a stiff back and a sore neck. He groaned and sat up, rubbing his neck that had been bent at a weird angle all night. Roy yawned, stretching out his muscles, before looking at the empty couch.

Empty!

Where was Fullmetal?! He thought, throwing aside blankets to see if the small size teenager had been lost to them.

But Edward was nowhere to be seen.

"Ed, you idiot!" Roy yelled, rushing out of the office. He bumped into Hawkeye and his men.

"Sir, what is it?! Hawkeye asked.

"Havoc, call Fullmetal's dorm, see if he is there" Roy ordered. The smoker obeyed without hesitation.

"No answer, chief" Havoc told him a couple of minutes later.

"Call the train station, then, ask if he's on a train" Roy said, "Call Alphonse Elric, Fuery, tell him to keep an eye out for him, Falman, search the streets, see if he's there"

"Yes, sir" Falman and Fuery said together before leaving.

"Breda! Coffee! Now!" Roy continued with his orders. Breda saluted and left.

"Sir, calm down" Hawkeye said, putting a hand on her Colonel's shoulder.

"You heard what the doctor said, if Fullmetal goes outside, his condition could get worst, and it's rain again! He could die!" Roy told her, panic showing clearly in his eyes.

"Edward has taken care of himself since he was about nice, sir, he isn't stupid" Hawkeye calmly said. Roy stood there for a moment, before taking a deep breath and nodding.

"Yes, you're right" he quietly said. Hawkeye smiled.

"Like always"

But despite Hawkeye's word, and the information that Ed had token the first train to Resembool, the Flame Alchemist was worried out of his wits all day.

Not just for Ed's health, bit wither the younger alchemist hated him even more by Roy's actions in the last couple of days.

Roy had loved Ed since the day they met. Ed's broken form in that wheelchair. His eyes showing more pain, fear and anger then anyone that age should have to face. It had clicked something in Roy and he had vowed to protect the boy in anyway possible.

Roy doesn't know when he had fall in love with Edward Elric, but it had happened and no matter how hard he tried, Roy couldn't control it.

"Colonel Mustang, Alphonse Elric is on the phone" Falman said, sticking his head into the office. Roy shook himself out of his thoughts and picked up the phone.

"Alphonse?"

"Sir, Ed is here now" Al said on the other end, "He fainted at the train station and the train warden carried him here"

"Is he ok?" Roy asked, trying to hide his worry.

"Yeh, he's in bed" Al informed him, "He keeps mumbling 'Colonel Bastard' though" Roy laughed.

"Yeh, he probably hates me because he saved my life" he told the younger teenager.

"What happened?" Al asked. Roy paused for a moment, before saying,

"Ed killed his first person the other day, so I could live" Al let out a shocked gasp, and Roy continued, "He's going to need al the support he needs, especially from you"

"Yes, sir" Al said.

"If there is anything else that happened, Ed will tell you" Roy said, before hanging up the phone. He lent his head into his hands and sighed.

The rain was still beating against the window, but Roy knew it would calm down in time. Hopefully, like him and Edward.

The end, crap ending but meh. Please review, flames welcome