At first I was scared of posting this. Like really scared. I have been working on this since I finshed FMAB, and have finally decided to post it. Imagine my suprise when I look at the FMA archive and realize there is a story kinda with a similar plot. Which is obviously her idea, and I have to say it is great. So if you think this is a copy of The Little Hawk.. it really isn't at all. I am a avid reader of TLH so I can tell you this may sound like it at first but it is truly not. I have only got to like ch 10 of TLH so... i really couldn't copy it :) Please try to understand lol :) I am not a robber :P

That's Not the Truth

She had left, in the middle of the night. Taking her shoes, jacket, and every piece of evidence that she was ever there. But as fate would have it, there was one thing that couldn't be erased.

They had both been drunk, she knew that much, and it seemed she was the only one who remembered that fateful night, as luck would have it. He probably woke up with a splitting headache, unable to remember anything from the day before. She had lied, told him that he had gotten drunk and stumbled back to his tent. She knew he would have felt guilt and sympathy, and probably regretted it. So she had lied, to save herself the heartache and him the shame.

So now, 1918, here she was, working for that same man, the one she had loved ever since she had seen that fire in his eyes and soul. And the only thing she had as proof of her love was at home with her long time friend Rebecca. It was already 10:30 PM, and Riza really needed to get back.

"Permission to leave, sir?" she asked him and he nodded. She dashed off, leaving the Furher to his stack of paperwork.

Ever since the Ishvalan war ended in 1908, 10 years ago, and Hawkeye had gone back to Amestris, she has been hiding something from everyone. And that thing was more important to her than even Mustang.

Hawkeye flung open the door to see an exhausted Rebecca lying on the couch with a child draped across her lap. "Finally, you are home!" Rebecca exclaimed and picked up the sleeping kid. "Your little sparrow here tried to make me take her out to eat at that little cafe, and then she threw a lamp at me when I said no!" Riza laughed and took the child from her longtime friend.

"You can go back to Havoc now," she said and Rebecca grinned.

"I still can't tell him?" Rebecca whined and Riza shook her head.

"Nobody but you and I know I have a kid," Riza sighed.

"And you still won't tell me who the father is.." Rebecca groaned and Riza gave a grim smile.

"I would rather not talk about it," she reminded and Rebecca sighed. She walked to the door and waved then exited Riza's apartment. Riza looked down at the child in her arms. She started walking towards the small girl's room. The blonde shifted in her arms and opened her dark eyes. Riza couldn't help but notice how much her eyes resembled her fathers. They curved upwards at the end and were as dark as the night sky. Riza sighed and brushed the blonde locks out of the girls face.

"Hey baby," she said wearily and the girl sighed.

"Why were you so late mommy?" She murmured and Riza looked at her sadly.

"Mommy was still at work." She admitted and opened the girl's room's door with her foot. She walked in and set the small 9-year old in her large pink bed. She pulled the girl's pink coverlet over her small petite body and propped a pillow under her head.

"Mommy," The girl said quietly, "Today at school the teacher asked us to draw a picture of our family. So I drew you and me, Hayate and Silver. But all the other kids drew a daddy too. So the teacher asked me who my daddy was, but I didn't know. So I said I didn't have one, and the teacher said that was impossible. So mommy, who is my daddy and why isn't he here too?" The girl asked sweetly. At that moment Silver, one of Hayate's pups strolled in and jumped up on the girl's bed.

"Oliver, your daddy is a great man, and I love him very much. But your daddy, you see, doesn't know he is a daddy. Because your dad isn't the kind of man to become a father so suddenly. Your father goes out on dates with other women every night, and likes living free. Mommy loves him almost as much as she loves you, but your dad doesn't know about you or my love for him. So truthfully honey, you have no daddy. You have a father, but not a daddy." Riza said grimly, tears streaming from her wide brown eyes.

"Don't cry mommy!" Oliver said and hugged the blonde woman. "I love you enough for both me and my father." She said sweetly and Riza felt a smile warm her face.

"And I love you the same," she sighed and stood up. "Goodnight my little Olive, goodnight Silver." She closed her daughter's door behind her as she stepped out into the hall. "And goodnight Roy," she murmured softly to herself as she made her way to her lonely bed, Hayate already waiting at the foot of it. She had them, but sometimes even her daughter and two dogs wasn't enough.

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