How Could You Forget

Author: MoonStarDutchess

Part 1: Days

Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist and gain no monetary profit for this only thing I own are my Oc's if any are present.

Note: I'm aware that it isn't necessary meant in the manga that Roy's sisters are in the profession that I have them in.

Days

Riza said the alphabet to herself as she flipped through the manila folders encased in the top drawer of the metal filing cabinet. When she got to the proper letter, she grabbed a folder off the stack resting on top of the cabinet and put it in the drawer. Then she looked at the name of the next file and back down at the drawer to find the corresponding letter. Her eyebrow twitched as she saw a file that didn't belong there. She picked it up, muttering words under her breath as she put it in its proper place. She knew one of the men filed it wrong but there was no use in trying to find out who it was. None of them, other than the Colonel, ever filed anything correctly.

She sighed and returned to her files once more. She jumped when she felt a kiss on the back of her neck, and then behind her ear. Shifting her head to the right, she saw Roy standing there with his oh so typical, yet always sexy, smirk.

"Hi," he said.

She withheld a smile and turned her attentions back to her task. "That wasn't proper to do in the office Sir."

Roy frowned and moved closer to her, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist and resting his head on her shoulder. "I don't even get a hello?"

"Sir, this isn't proper in the office," she said.

"You already said that," he replied, and moved to kiss the side of her neck once again, trailing his tongue up and down its length. "The blinds are closed and the door is locked."

"That doesn't make it right," Riza said, taking another file and sticking it in the cabinet.

"Say hi to me and I'll stop."

"Okay, Hi," she replied, trying to ignore what her lover was doing to her neck. She bit her lips as she felt the desire for him pooling in her stomach. She wanted to turn around, throw him in his chair, climb on top of him, and . . . . She shook her head to rid herself of the sexual thoughts.

"That was half-hearted. You aren't glad to see me? I should at least get a hello after being in that meeting all day," he said, his teasing continuing.

"Sir. You know this is sexual harassment right?"

"It's only harassment if you were against me doing this."

"And I am," she replied.

"Only because it's a work setting. You never have any complaints when you are at my place or vice versa."

"Sir, the only reason we can have this relationship is because we suspend it during work hours as per fraternization laws. You are not doing so," she said, trying something else and forgetting the harassment tactic.

"Just give me an honest hello and I will leave you be."

Riza turned in his embrace and gave him the best glare she could muster. It was hard to be angry anytime she was in Roy's arms. She heaved a sigh and moved her lips to kiss his, her tongue slipping inside his mouth and brushing his for a moment. She pulled away. "Hello," she said, "is that good enough?"

Roy grinned and nodded. He pulled away and went over to sit at his desk, pleased that there were no forms, reports, or other types of paperwork littering the oak table. She turned back toward the cabinet then spoke as she put up the last file. "Interesting meeting?"

"I swear, in those things they talk about everything but get nothing done. It's just a waste of valuable time that could be used for something else," Roy said.

"The usual then," she responded.

"Yeah," he groaned. "Remind me when I'm fuehrer to do away with those useless things will you?"

"Mentally noted sir," she said, shutting the filing cabinet and walking over to her desk to sit down.

She removed a book from her desk drawer and casually glanced at the calendar. Her eyes made note of the date and she frowned when she saw the day that was coming soon: a day that was so conflicting with her that she didn't know whether to love it or absolutely abhor it.

June 11th was the day that she and Roy first made love: when they first began their relationship. Then the conflict came into play -- It was the day she made her first kill in Ishbal. Then a year later, a year after she'd been in that dusty, arid, hell spiked desert, she saw him again, using flame alchemy to kill. There was so much about that date that caused the inner turmoil she suppressed to rise to the surface; to bubble over, and expel from her like a waterfall of guilt, pain, self-hatred, and anger. People rarely had so many things happen on the same day in their lives. Roy once told her that it was incredible because the odds were astronomical. It didn't surprise her; she'd been defying odds since she was a child.

"Something wrong?" she heard Roy's voice speak, bringing her from her thoughts.

She looked up at him and shook her head. "No, it's nothing out of the ordinary. Just thinking about this month."

"Ah, yes, June…" He said and smiled at her comfortingly.

"Yes," she said, and then directed her gaze to her book, which she then opened to her bookmarked page and began reading. There were other good points about June 11, even if the good was there to help deal with the bad. It was an unspoken assumption that every year for the night she and Roy would always meet at Madam Christmas's place and actually spend the night there, in his old room. June 11 was on a Saturday this year so they would probably spend the entire weekend there, like always. It was one of the few places where they could be Riza and Roy, and forget ranks and formalities.

They almost never stayed the night at the other's apartments, opting to take as little risk as possible to alert anyone about their relationship. There were women in the military that, if they knew about their relationship, wouldn't hesitate to lie about favoritism so that they would be broken apart. They had to be careful. Romantic dinners once a week were about as much as they could manage and even they had to be at Madam Christmas's place.

"I wish that we didn't have to hide so much," Riza muttered to herself a bit louder than she intended.

Roy looked up from the newspaper and looked over at Riza, surprised at hearing what she spoke and knew she hadn't had the intention of him hearing her. "What did you say?"

She brought her gaze up to his and smiled softly. "It's nothing, just mumbling to myself," she said and redirected her sight down to the book in her grasp.

He stared at her a bit and then lifted his paper once again. "I wish the same thing Riza," he said, so low that she couldn't hear him.

The phone suddenly rang, breaking up the silence of the office. Riza stood and walked over to the table against the wall to pick it up, as Roy folded the newspaper and sat it on the right side of his desk. He waited for the dreaded words that he knew were coming.

"I'll pick them up and give them to the the lieutenant colonel, thank you Sergeant Jeffery," Riza said, and then hung up the phone. She turned to Roy when he groaned.

"More paperwork?" he questioned in a manner that sounded like he was going to be up against a terrifying enemy.

"Yes," she said, actually feeling sorry for the man before her. "Why don't you go to the gym and work out for a while, get rid of some stress. When you get back, I'll have everything organized for you."

"I couldn't let you do all of that work on your own." He stood and walked over to her.

"I would do it myself anyway."

Roy laughed. "You're sure?"

Riza gave him a genuine smile. "I'm sure. Go work out for a bit."

Roy quirked an eyebrow at her. "You just want me to get a six pack don't you?" he said, trying to make her laugh.

She just shook her head. "I am not disappointed in anything about your body," she said, not really meaning anything perverted by the comment. Of course, Roy took it that way.

Roy grinned mischievously and pulled her into his arms, pressing her body against his. He lifted his hand to her short hair and when she opened her mouth to scold him, covered her lips with his. He pulled away after a moment and kissed her forehead. "Good to know. I'll try to keep . . . up . . . the state of my body so you'll never be disappointed."

Before she could respond and scold him for his perverted thoughts, he was out the door. She stared at the spot he was once standing. "If he keeps being so careless around here, things are only going to end up badly," she muttered before leaving the office as well.

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Roy made his way to the locker room, looking forward to a good workout. Riza was right, as always, a workout in the gym was just what he needed. Maybe he would work on his abs after all, just to surprise her eventually. He knew she found what little muscles he had attractive and made sure to show him whenever they got together.

Roy walked through the door and was surprised at the person he saw sitting on a bench putting on some running shoes.

"You are actually going to work out? I figured you ran around headquarters enough already showing everyone pictures," Roy said, and then laughed. Maes looked up and smiled widely at Roy, causing the smirk to leave his face. Oh, he knew that smile. It screamed that he was going to rope Roy into something that he would probably be opposed to.

"Actually Hawkeye told me you were on your way here so I thought I'd join you for a workout."

"And that's all you want to do? You don't have some ulterior motive?" Roy questioned.

Maes stood and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "I didn't think you'd catch on that quick."

"I've known you too long not to catch on. What is it that you want?" Roy asked while walking over to his locker.

Maes stood and walked over to stand next to Roy as he watched the man put in his combination on the lock. Roy withheld an urge to slam the door hard into his best friend's face. "Out with it," Roy said. He opened the locker door and retrieved his work out clothing.

"Well, Gracia's sister, Annabelle, is coming for a visit and we are going out to dinner. We'd like you to come along. Be Annabelle's date so that she doesn't feel like a third wheel."

"And she's up for that?" Roy questioned. Sure, he still went out on dates to throw people off track about him and Riza, but those dates were usually with his sisters or friends who got information for him. He didn't really relish going out with another woman for real.

"Yep, she wants to meet you. She always asks who you are when she sees the pictures we have," Maes said. "She'd make a good wife too!"

"Maes, find someone else," Roy said, then took off his jacket.

"You are turning down a date with a girl?"

"Yes, I am turning down a date with a girl," Roy said. "I don't want to go. Ask Havoc to go with you guys. You know how hard it is for him to find a date."

"She doesn't like smokers. Oh, come on Roy, it's just a little dinner. Besides, she'd make a good wife."

Roy glared at Maes. "You already mentioned her ability in making a good wife. You forget Maes that I don't want a wife," he lied. He did want one but he wanted Riza to fill that position.

"Sure ya do. You'd get to the top quicker," he said.

"I'm willing to delay the top if I have to get married to speed it up. My answer is no," Roy said.

"Okay, fine. What if there was no quest for wifedom."

"Wifedom? Is that even a word?"

"I don't know, but who cares," Maes said. "Just come out with us once. Just once," he said.

"No," Roy said.

"Please," Maes questioned.

"No."

"Please."

"No."

"Please."

"No."

"Please."

"Damn it Maes!" Roy snapped. "Don't you give up? You are like a rash that won't go away. I'll go but I want something in return."

Maes' face brightened. "Really you will? What do you want in return? I'll give you almost anything!"

"I want you to promise to stop nagging me about a wife," Roy answered.

Maes leaned against the line of lockers and lifted his hand to his chin in thought. "Completely? As in for as long as we live?"

"Yes," Roy said, then slipped a tank top over his head, pulling it over his upper body. "For as long as we live I never want to hear the get a wife line."

Maes sighed and nodded. "Okay, you have a deal. If you go out with all of us for the entire evening you won't get a wife comment from me."

Roy extended his hand. "Shake on it," he said.

"Don't you trust me?" Maes asked.

"Shake," Roy said. Maes took his hand and shook it. Roy pulled it away and began getting the rest of what he needed out of his locker.

"So when is this little get together?"

"Saturday night," Maes said.

"What time?"

"Drop by the house at seven."

"Fine," Roy replied, then sighed heavily. Why was it that Maes always won every single time he wanted something? Was he that weak when it came to his friends? He heaved another sigh. Oh well, it couldn't be that bad. Just a bit of dinner and it would be over. Four hours max.

Maes slipped off his sneakers and stuck them in his locker before getting out his uniform.

"I thought you were going to work out," Roy said.

"Are you kidding? I run around headquarters enough as it is," Maes said.

Roy growled and threw a towel at Maes' head. It was amazing how the two of them managed to become such good friends.

Madam Christmas smiled as she put some clean sheets on the bed in Roy's bedroom. Usually, she would leave such for the housecleaner that came in every week but this weekend was very special and this room had to be "touched up" in a special way.

"I have the candles Christmas!" a perky blond said happily, bouncing in like a cheerleader. She sat down a silver box filled with candles. "They're the smelly good kind!"

Christmas laughed, "Thank you RiRi," she said. Christmas lifted one of the candles out of the box, and sat it down on the nightstand beside the bed. "Go make sure Vanessa has put the wine in ice," she said, as she removed more candles and sat them down, "And that Raven has organized the booth where they sit."

"KK!" she said, skipping out of the room. Christmas shook her head at the enthusiasm of the girl. She'd been the same peppy person since she was a child and it was an endearing trait. Despite her profession, she never lost that happiness and optimism, which was probably the reason she got so many customers.

Christmas lifted the box and went over to the other side of the bed to add some candles to the other nightstand. After being satisfied with her work there, she carried the box out of the room, shutting the door behind her. Everything was perfect for her son and his lovely girl.

"Why are we doing this again? I swear he could do so much better," Christmas heard one of the girls say. She walked into the room where Raven was getting their favorite table ready. Scarlett, the only one of the girls that didn't like Riza, was sitting on a bar stool, her long legs crossed and her posture conveying a haughtiness.

"If you are going to bitch, then don't show up tonight. I'll just tell the other customers that your genital warts have flared up," Raven snapped as she adjusted the dark red tablecloth covering the round table.

"I have never had a wart before in my life I'll have you know!" she snapped.

Raven shot her a toothy grin, speaking wordlessly of her mischievous ways, "Yes, but your clients don't know that."

"You wouldn't dare lie about me you beady eyed Cretian bat!"

Raven stood straight and narrowed her eyes at the feisty blond sitting on the bar stool. "Wanna bet? You blonde haired whey-faced termagant!"

"Enough! Raven, you continue with what you are doing. Scarlett, come with me!" Christmas snapped at the two women then turned to the door. When she saw Scarlett wasn't following, she turned roughly. "Get your ass in my office now Scarlett Angelique!"

She walked out of the room and Scarlett stood. She folded her arms, and raised her nose in the air before leaving through the door, ignoring the chuckle Raven was trying to hold back upon hearing her middle name.

Scarlett walked into the office and sat down in one of the posh chairs at the front of the red oak desk. Christmas sat down roughly and glared at her. "You are to be completely mannerly with Riza tonight, do you hear me?"

"Why does she always come around here so much? It's annoying!" She crossed her legs and leaned further back in her chair.

"She comes here once a week with Roy and once a year for a weekend, I don't see where you get she comes around so much. I would welcome her here every day."
"They have their own places! Roy doesn't have to bring her here!"

Christmas leaned forward and took in her "daughter's" demeanor. It was tense and very displeased with the events that would be taking place that night. "All of your sisters love her, why don't you? As far as I'm concerned Riza Hawkeye is Roy's wife in every sense of the word except legally."

"Wife! Are you crazy? She doesn't deserve to breathe the same air!"

"Where in the hell did you get your stuck up attitude from. You are kind to everyone except when Riza is around. Then you get all grumpy and haughty."

"She folded her arms and growled. "I just don't like her. She's not his type. She just suddenly shows up here one day with him and everyone treats her like some goddess. Well I refuse. I don't like her and nothing will change my mind!"

Christmas shook her head sadly. "I don't know why you won't give me a straight answer. Just a clear-cut reason why you dislike her is all I ask for. Well, in any case, don't come down here tonight unless you can act civil to her. Just stay in your room or get out of the club."

"All the good clients come in on Saturdays!" she protested.

"Then be civil," Christmas said, "if you see her that is. Most likely they'll have a short dinner then go up to Roy's room."

"Fine, I'll leave the house. I don't want to see them at all," Scarlett said.

"I suppose that would be better than you starting up a fight. Then again, Riza is too classy to fight with you."

Scarlett stood and tossed her hair behind her shoulder. "Is that all you wanted?"

"Yes," she said.

"Fine," Scarlett said and left the office.

"What is it with that girl?"

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Riza glanced at the clock as she finished brushing her hair. It would take her fifteen minutes to get to Christmas's place on foot and Roy, as always, would be fifteen minutes late. It was a pattern that they'd grown accustomed to, and it wouldn't be as special without the little subtleties. She looked back in the floor length mirror and made sure her purple dress was fitting perfectly, before grabbing her purse and making her way to Christmas's bar.

She walked a bit slower than usual as she made her way there, her new heels were pinching her toes, and she cursed herself for not breaking them in beforehand. She turned the corner and stopped in her tracks as she saw Roy standing outside a restaurant with Maes, Gracia, and a beautiful light brown haired girl beside him. Her heart dropped as she gazed up at the clock to see it was the normal time they met. He was smiling at the girl as they waited in the short line, and chatting with her as if they were old friends.

Riza felt like one of the jilted lovers that she often read about in her romance novels. She hadn't thought that it was really possible for someone's heart to shatter, but hers did. She could barely believe that something else bad would happen on that day. She came to a stark realization that the one person she wanted to care about her, didn't.

She cursed as tears pooled in her eyes, she turned to go when she bumped into a woman roughly. "Sorr . . . Sorry," Riza stuttered, wanting to get home before she turned into a sniffling damsel. Why was she like this? She was supposed to be a soldier! Did this day truly make her this unhinged? She wasn't supposed to be a . . . not a . . . .

The girl she hit grabbed her by the shoulders. "What in the hell is the matter with you? You are supposed to be at the club right now with Roy. I try to avoid you and I bump into you on the street!" Riza looked up to see that it was Roy's sister Scarlett. It was just her luck to run into one of his sisters. It was even worse luck that it had to be the one that disliked her. Riza pushed her away. "I . . . should get home. Tell Christmas I won't be coming."

"Why won't you be coming?" Scarlett questioned, quite angry that her sisters did all that work and she wasn't going to show up. "My brother doesn't deserve to be . . ." she trailed off when she saw unshed tears in Riza's eyes.

"Okay, why are you . . .?" She trailed off again when she casually glanced toward the restaurant. "Who in the bloody hell is that?" she screeched, her face turning red as she saw her brother standing with a brown haired girl.

"I don't know," Riza said, "but it's clearly someone he cares about so I'll be--"

Scarlett grabbed her and sat her down on a bench situated at the side of a door, beside a large plant. "Stay here. If you move an inch I'm going to show you how much tougher a prostitute is than a soldier."

Scarlett pushed her way through the line, making sure to tell the people that she just needed to talk to someone. She arrived, poked his shoulder and when he turned around hauled off and smacked him as hard as she could.

"Scarlett! What in the hell was that for!"

"I never thought you'd ever stoop so low as to . . . my god!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Roy Mustang have you looked at the calendar?"

"No, why would I?"

Scarlett could barely believe how angry she was. Seeing that hurt look on the normally strong woman's face had really shot her temper up to dangerous levels. She also hated cheating men, which was something she never thought Roy would ever be.

"Don't bother coming by the club tonight you jerk!" she screamed and then stomped away.

Roy looked in the direction she walked and saw her stop, grab someone's hand and pull her down the sidewalk. His eyes widened when he realized it was Riza! Why was Scarlett with Riza and, more importantly, why was Riza dressed so beautifully?

"Roy, what was that about? Who was that girl?"

"Oh, that was my sister Scarlett," Roy said. He forgot for a moment that even though Maes was his best friend, he was out of the loop when it came to his family.

"I never knew you had a sister," Maes said.

Roy nodded.

"She didn't seem too happy with you being here with me," Annabelle said, worriedly. "I figured she would be a girlfriend or something."

Roy smiled down at the cute girl at his side. If he wasn't so in love with Riza, he might have fallen for the sweet woman.

"No, nothing lik—"

"Come on, we can go in now," Maes said, interrupting Roy.

When they went into the building, Roy was still wracking his brain for what made Scarlett so angry. His eyes widened as he stopped in his tracks, his mental calendar flashing. "Maes . . . what is today's date?"

"It's June 11th, why?"

Roy's heart started to beat quickly and he faltered on his feet. Annabelle steadied him. "What's wrong? Come on, let's get you a seat," she said.

A waiter guided them over to their table and Roy grabbed the water as soon as he sat down. He drank it all down without taking a breath.

"Damn it." He ran his hand through his slicked back hair, a gesture that meant he was nervous.

"What's the matter Roy? You act like you just lost a precious possession," Maes said.

"I…I think I have," Roy said.

"Well maybe if we retrace your steps we can find it," Annabelle said, thinking Roy actually lost an item.

"It's not that kind of thing," Roy said, then sighed. "Forget it. Let's just have some dinner."

"Are you sure, you don't seem up to it now," Annabelle said.

"Yes, I'm sure," Roy replied. He would give Riza a bit of time to cool down instead of rushing to her place. After all, he was sure she'd understand what happened when he told her and then if he left early she'd be angry with him. He would have a very small dinner, accompany Maes, Gracia and Annabelle home, and then find Riza.

AN: Hope you enjoyed it and second part is coming soon. Please review if you have the time.