Disclaimer: I do not and will probably never own FMA.

A/N: So, I am having a major writers block with my other story right now and I did this to make it disappear…don't worry, I am still continuing my other fictions. I know I shouldn't start new ones now…oh well. At least I don't plan this fic to be long. Enjoy.

Safe by leaving

Chapter one: Goodbye, Lieutenant

"It was...pleasurable working with you."

His voice is quiet and those dark onyx eyes of his hold a silent plea in them. His face is smooth, the color is same ivory as usually, but those eyes…in their depths she can read millions of questions. She can see hint of guilt, fear and even…no, she doesn't want to see it. She looks away and nods.

"Thank you, Sir."

As she speaks her voice is emotionless, almost cold. Her face is a mask; nothing can be read from it. Her big eyes are cold too, only thing warm in them is their extraordinary color, the dark amber. Their look is as sharp as her namesakes. She glances the files on his desk.

"Don't forget to sign those papers before tomorrow; they have been on your desk for a week now, Sir."

For a moment there is a smallest of smiles on his face as he nods, but then he is looking serious again.

"Lieutenant, how can I survive without you babysitting me?"

There is this something in his voice, his words almost sound like confess 'I can't survive without you', they make her shiver.

"Maybe you just have to grow up, Colonel."

He makes a face, but his eyes stay thoughtful.

"Keep the command on in the office, Sir."

"I will."

His lips try to curve up, but never get there.

"Lieutenant, you must know that…"

"I must leave now, Colonel. The train will leave in twenty minutes."

She stops him, there is no use to say anything; there is nothing she wants to hear from him anymore. She sees how he bites his lip before answering.

"Of course, Lieutenant. Take care. I wish you good luck with your new job."

His words don't come out very smoothly, but he manages to keep his posture straight and his tone somewhat neutral. Of course she can see right through him, she has been practicing reading him for years. Yes, she has been companying him for over half of her life. She can't deny the strange feeling that comes from leaving. But she knows it's all for the better. She raises her hand to salute him, her black boots clicking against each other. His eyes are screaming different feelings towards her right now; she can see that he doesn't understand.

"Goodbye, Colonel."

"Bye, Lieutenant."

He salutes her back, keeping his eyes on hers, their look piercing right through her, deep into her soul. She turns around and starts to walk to the door. Her steps are the only sound in the room, until right when her hand touches the door he speaks.

"Could you call me when you're there?"

His voice is soft, but see can hear it has a desperate tone. It makes her want to stay. Instead she turns her head and catches his eyes, taking in the last look, locking it into her memories. She offers a small smile, but doesn't answer. Then she walks out and puts the door quietly closed.

Her face stays calm; she walks through the headquarters, memorizing the halls. She walks to the outside and meets Fuery.

"Hello, Sergeant. Thank you from waiting with him."

She smiles as Fuery gives her Hayate's leash. The young man has a teary look in his eyes as he salutes.

"Are you really leaving us, Ma'am?"

"Yes."

Her smile fades and she answers his salute.

"Goodbye, Sergeant."

"Goodbye, Lieutenant, I hope we'll see you soon again."

"…it was nice working with you, Sergeant. Keep on the good work. Watch the Colonel for me, will you?"¨

Fuery nods and bites his lip. Then she starts walking away, towards the station. Hayate walks beside her, close her legs. They get to the train and as she sits down to her place, she can feel her mask betraying her. Her eyes are filled with sadness and as she closes them, a tiny tear rolls to her face. She doesn't bother wiping it off. Oh how she wishes that the train would leave already (and in the same time, she wishes it would never move.).

A/N: Did you like it? Do you want to know why she was leaving? Leave a review and I'll write another chapter.