Catagory: Fluff, AU, general
Rating: PG (blood, possible language)
Roy wasn’t quite sure how he got from a dirty backstreet into an even dirtier ally.
“Sir? Sir, can you hear me?”
“Uuugh... Lieutenant Hawkeye?”
“Good, you’re still alive. Can you see me?”
“I knew it. You’re suffering from bloodloss. Are you hurting anywhere?”
“Now that you mention it, I haven’t noticed.”
Hawkeye’s hands begin to unbutton his shirt, gently unsticking the blood-soaked cotton from his tender skin.
“I’m sorry, Lieutenant. I’m not feeling quite like myself.”
“I would say that is somewhat of an understatement, sir.” She sprinkled something over his wounds.
He gave a weak approximation of a yelp. “What on...?”
“Sulfa powder. I don’t want your wounds to get infected, sir.”
“You’re carrying sulfa powder around.”
“Yes, sir.” She sounded surprised.
“May I ask why, Lieutenant?”
“In the case of one of us getting wounded, sir.”
“Marvelous foresight, Lieutenant.”
“Thank you, sir.”
The throbbing in his back, arms, and side returned with a vengeance. He nearly passed out again.
“I’m sorry sir, but I don’t have any painkillers with me.”
“You’ve done more than enough, Lieutenant. Ow, ow ow! Careful!”
“I’m sorry, sir. There’s a bullet lodged in your bicep. I’m being as gentle as I can.”
“And what, exactly, are you digging it out with?”
“My penknife, sir.”
“I see.” He winced as the knife twisted sharply in his arm. “Gently, Lieutenant, please.”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
He felt blood oozing down his right arm and drip from his fingers. His... bare... fingers...
“Lieutenant, where are my gloves?”
“In my right pants pocket, sir.”
“My pleasure, sir.”
He heard a dull click, followed by Hawkeye’s soft exhalation of satisfaction. “Bingo.”
“Dare I ask?”
“The bullet is out, sir.”
“Sir, please hold still. There’s another bullet in your side.”
“Lieutenant, has anyone ever told you – ah! – told you that you’re relentless?”
“Nearly every male soldier has made that observation, sir.”
“You’ve alluded to it several times, but you have never actually informed me.”
“Then I’ll keep it that way.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“You’re welcome, Lieutenant.” Her knife dug sharply into his side. Wincing, he asked, “Exactly what did we run into back there?”
“Three or four snipers, a small troop of armed men, and an unknown alchemist.” She was just as calm as ever, merely reporting to her superior officer.
“I see.” He felt more blood run from the wound in his side. The world, already dirty, began to grey. “What happened?”
“You were hit by the snipers after wiping out the troop. The alchemist decided you would be an easy target to aquire and lined up an array. Unfortunately for him, I accidentally moved in front of you to take out the second sniper. I got most of the blast aimed for you –”
She ignored his undignified squeak. “– But there was still enough lined up against you proper to knock you unconscious. There you succumbed to mild blood loss. I took care of the alchemist and snipers.”
“Liza, if I was knocked out by the backlash, then you must be a mess.” He reached out, groping around to touch her. His fingers met a smooth cheek and slid over her forehead, nose and lips. Most of the right side of her face was slick with blood. “You were cut on your temple, weren’t you.”
Hawkeye submitted meekly to the inspection. “Yes sir.”
He felt lower. If her head was any indication, she had sustained most of the damage on her right side. There was a gash torn in her shoulder, bleeding sluggishly. Another slash on her side... One on her forearm, not too horrible. “Turn around, Lieutenant.”
She obeyed him wordlessly. A tear across her back, still bleeding. Hold it –
“Lieutenant Hawkeye, you still have something lodged in your back.”
“I’ll take care of it later, sir.”
“Like hell you will, Lieutenant. I may be important, but not so important that you need to let serious wounds go untended. Not to mention that said wounds are on your dominant side.”
“But I do have to patch you up first, sir.”
“All right, but as soon as you’re done, I’m going to get that piece of shrapnel out of your back. Lord only knows what kind of gunk is on it.”
She nodded and turned back around, finally getting the bullet out of his side. As she began to wind gauze around his wounds, he stopped her.
“Save it, Lieutenant. Someone else may need it before this horror’s over. Just give me my gloves and I can do it myself.”
“Cauterize your wounds? Do you really think you should?”
“Who knows? I’m willing to try.” He tried his famous Smirk at her. “I’m beginning to see better, anyway.”
“All right, sir.” Reluctantly, she handed over his gloves.
A few quick flares, a few half-suppressed gasps, and a lot of pain later, he was patched up, not bleeding and (theoretically anyway) sterile to infection. It still hurt like the dickens, though. But the good outweighed the bad in his mind.
Still a little creaky, he reached towards his quietly suffering Lieutenant. “Liza, stop being noble and get over here.”
She drifted closer, apparently still wary of letting him do anything more strenuous than breathing. But his eyesight was thankfully beginning to clear, and he could see the pain that tightened the expression on his Lieutenant’s rather lovely face.
He could have kicked himself. Now was certainly not the time to start mooning over his subordinate officer! They were a collective mess, Hawkeye was in so much agony it was probably debilitating, and who knew what was hunting them right now.
“Liza... get over here now.” She wafted closer like a scolded puppy. “Now, sit down on my lap so I can get that shrapnel out of your back.”
“Lieutenant...” he growled warningly. “I am certainly not in any condition to stand, and neither are you. This is not fraternization, so you don’t have to worry about policy. This is an order.”
With a capitulating “yes, sir”, Hawkeye perched gingerly on his knees.
“Good woman. Does it hurt anywhere?”
“That will change shortly,” he replied grimly. “If you have anything to bite down on, I suggest you use it.”
He took off his glove and probed into the tear. Soon, his fingers connected with the shard. “There it is.”
She hissed, twitching instinctively away from his touch.
“Stay put, Lieutenant. I’m not finished.”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“Don’t apologize. Ten to one, it’ll hurt more by the time I’m finished.” He felt around a little bit more, and she whimpered. “Well, the good news is that it’s not lodged anywhere important, so it’s safe for me to pull it out. Brace yourself, Lieutenant.”
He could feel Hawkeye relax and draw in a long, unsteady breath. “I’ll try to do this as quickly as possible so that you won’t feel it too much.”
She nodded once, tersely. Somewhat reassured, he pinched it between forefinger and thumb. “Ready...”
He yanked it out, gritting his teeth. Hawkeye, the marvelous woman that she was, didn’t make a sound.
“That hurt a bit,” she managed quietly.
“I’d say that was more than just a slight understatement,” he replied humorously.
“Sir, with all due respect, you are a bad man.”
“Of course. Do you want me to cauterize the wound for you?”
“Brave woman.” A quick flash brightened the dirty allyway.
“Lieutenant? Lieutenant, are you still awake?”
No answer. He guessed she had passed out from the shock of his flame. He honestly didn’t blame her.
“I’m sorry sir, did I black out?”
“I’m not going to answer that, Lieutenant.”
“I see, sir.”
He was exhausted. Fighting a battle, losing blood, doing several alchemical reactions... it was all just a horrible nightmare, it would go away in the morning.
“Sir, the sun’s rising.”
“Then we should move out and meet up with the others.” He felt the weight lift from his legs. He winced as the circulation returned.
“Sir?” Hawkeye held out her hand to help him to his feet.
“Thank you – Liza.” He pulled himself up.
“My pleasure, sir.”
They were face to face. The sun peeked over the buildings lining the ally. “Liza...”
“We should be heading back, sir.”
A precious moment after seeing the kracken. He would wager his entire life savings that he would never get this golden opportunity again. And he knew that he would never regret it.
He looped his arm loosely around his Hawkeye’s waist, tugging her closer. He smiled faintly at the shocked look on her face. “Now or never,” he murmured, bending his head to kiss her.
At the other end of the ally, two hunters crouched, their guns ready to kill the two officers at the cul-de-sac. Roy raised his hand and sent a wave of fire at them as a gunshot cracked through the pre-dawn stillness.
*'Seeing the kracken' is a term for going to war that I picked up from Lady Knight by Tamora Pierce.
Enjoy another FMA fic. Don't lampoon me about it.