A.N. Wow. This chapter is even shorter than the other one. But its the end! Yay- one story idea down, one more (for now) to go. Enjoy.

Disclaimer. Well, at least this is the last time I have to write this- No.

Mustang eventually caught up Hawkeye a block later. He seized her arm and hauled her around to face him, immediately regretting his actions as she winced and grabbed her ribs. "This isn't just about me." He hissed, trying to contain his anger. "You're vital to the plan as well, and I have the responsibility of guarding you as well. We entrusted our backs to each other. And in my responsibility to prevent your death, I have to stop you from killing yourself not just others from targeting you." She glowered up at the Flame Alchemist, but declined to answer, choosing instead to wheel back around and turn into a nearby street. Reaching the nearest phone booth, Hawkeye yanked open the door, cringing as it pulled her wound, and paused after entering to grasp the phone set tightly and steady her rapidly spinning head. Mustang entered the booth as she inhaled deeply, comforted by the scent of fire and smoke behind her, and raised the phone to her ear with one hand, the other, the one that had been supporting her for dear life just moment ago, calmly twirling the dial.

Damnit Mustang thought. What is wrong with her? Fed up with everything that had happened today, he took her shoulder and spun her around. "Hawkeye, what is going on?" Hawkeye stared fiercely up at him, all of her frustrations crystallizing into one terrifying expression, and slammed the phone down so hard into its cradle that it bounced and fell, dangling above the ground by its cord, haphazardly spinning.

"What's wrong Sir, is what just happened back there." The small emotional breach could not be restored, and all of Hawkeye's restrained emotions came pouring out as she vented her anger at her superior." You went in there with no weapons, no support, and without me! How do you expect me to watch your back if you don't let me? We can't do this if your dead, Sir." Then more quietly, she added, " I thought you trusted me, but now you're running off on rescue missions without even telling me, or trusting my expertise. You can't become Fuhrer if you can't bring yourself to talk to the people you say you trust. We're not just your subordinates." She continued. "We're in this too. The team cannot risk you running off on some dumb mission." Then, so quietly Mustang had to strain to hear it, " I can't risk you like that, Sir." Roy stood silently, Hawkeye's words tumbling around his head as she finished dialing. Her conversation faded to the background as one of her words registered in his mind. She couldn't risk him.

Slowly, Roy smirked to Lt. Hawkeye's back.

A.N. Yay! Thats it, all done. Now please tell me what you thought. I wanted to write a story about the two of them that wasn't really fluffy, and retained their original, very stubborn and strong characters. Please tell me how I did and REVIEW! (yes, that lovely little button every author loves so desperately). My next project is actually for Bleach, so if you enjoy that manga, please come check it out. Once its written (and posted) of course. Kinda need to get started on that...hmmm...Don't expect anything too soon. Thanks to everyone who read Even more thanks to those wonderful readers Lou Nebin, mew fong, Ivy Short, AerinM, The Eye of the Hawk (how coincidental!), Kagome51, Leo, Acrylic Disaster, StormWingAlchemist, Dory-Tox, and NSA88, who reviewed!