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A Drabble and a fic update

Well I've got two lil things I like to share.

One a drabble that's been sitting there. It's part of something larger but I don't have much on it. Just this distinct scene. I'm hoping posting and getting some feedback might inspire me.

Title: [Nothing as yet. I might name it randomly something like String Cheese or Robert.*shrugs*]
Pairing: Ed/Hawkeye. Roy/Hawkeye
Ed's age: 18
Al's status: restored
Story status: Drabble as such but possibly a multi-chapter humor fic about Roy undermining Liza's attempts at a social life behind her back.
Rating: PG-PG-13



From his hidden position in the survellience van, Roy didn't like what he was seeing. That's it, he'd have to call in his finale failsafe. "Farman, are you in position?

"Yes, sir. Um, do you think a traquilizer dart will hurt him? He is still growing and pretty short." Farman was looking at the chart on the back of the box of traquilizer darts. He hasn't had to shoot someone with those before and he was wondering what convinced them to use large animal tranquizers at this particular dosage. Despite his recent birthday making him officially an adult, Ed still looked too much like a child.

"Are you showing sympathy for the enemy, Farman?" Roy's eye twitch was going double-time.

"No, sir. Ready to fire and I have a clear shot on the porch," Farman put down the box and looked out the rooftop they had gotten access to.

"Fine. Find your shot and shoot on my order."

Edward led her up the steps to her apartment complex, watching Liza fish in her handbag for the keys to the lobby. Shoving his hands into his slack's pocket he tried to dismissively say,"So, this is the end."

"Yes, it is," Hawkeye unlocked the door and turned back to face the young man. "It's been a long time since I went on a date. I had a lovely time, Edward."

Ed's face beamed. It was now the time for the payoff. He closed his eyes and leaned in for his kiss.

Roy was about to yell for Farman to take the shot when he saw Hawkeye flatten herself against the door, away from Edward. "Wait, Farman. Stand down."

"Edward," Hawkeye sighed, "I've known you for so long. I've practicly saw you grow from a boy to the young man before me. When I agreed to go on this date, I assumed that we could both be adults and no matter what, the respect and friendship we have for each other won't change by the actions of one night. Right?"

"You-you don't want to kiss me goodnight." Ed was crestfallen. He mentally cursed but he tried his best to remain composed. Rejection was never easy but he would take it like a man. "I understand."

"No. I don't want to kiss you goodnight," Hawkeye stated simply, searching Fullmetal's face for a reaction.

Roy gloated from his position. That was his Hawkeye! "Go ahead and pack it up, Farman." he ordered. Now to close down the operation and treat the boys to a drink at the local pub for a job well...

It was then that Hawkeye continued her statement. "Edward, I want you to come upstairs and stay the night." Roy's world instantly shattered.

"TAKE THE SHOT, FARMAN! TAKE THE SHOT!" Roy heard his subordinate Warrant Officer curse and scramble to take a shot and the faint sound of a silencer going off on the headphones to Farman. But Roy was more interested with the responce on the other headphone.

"Um, okay," was Ed's startled reply as Liza impulsively grabbed him but the lapels of his jacket, yanking him with her into the building.

"Did you get a hit, Farman!" Roy screamed into the headphone.

The faint static of white noise sounded for a second as Farman picked up the headphones he must have dropped. "Yeah. Direct hit in the thigh. That's what the directions said. Thigh or buttocks."

"Good," Roy's moment of elation died. "Where in the thigh did you hit him? And which thigh?"

Farman's confusion was apparent for a second. "...Oh hell." With that Roy knew that it hadn't been a good hit. Fullmetal's damned automail limb took it.

"Fury, switch the frequency to the transmitter in Hawkeye's apartment."

"Colonel,there's a problem." Furry hesistantly edged. "We originally planted the bug in that Phicus tree you got her for her anniversary." Roy didn't see what the problem was. It was a very nice Phicus. "She gave it away since Black Hayate always digged in it. We tried to set up another bug earlier today but-." Fury trailed off glancing at Breda in the back part of the van.

"I couldn't help it! Midway through picking her door's lock, the dog started barking at me. Then this old lady came out of the apartment right next door! She had a yappy little dog too!" Breda said, still panicked from the encounter.

"But we have a bug still in the elevat-er?" Fury had switched his own headphones to hear what was going on in the elevator, which caused a deep blush to instantly surface.

"Gimmie that," Roy reached over and yanked the headset off of Fury's ears and held them up to his own ears. The sound settled in the pit of his stomach. Was that Fullmetal moaning?

The other thing is that I updated "Roy's Treat" at FFnet. It goes up to PG-13 since there is a suggestive scene with an undressing Roy. There is also a slight angst bit in one scene but it's mostly comedy as only Ed and Al can have on the "Wrong side of town".


Ed was almost shaking. It was his imagination. Winry would never do that. First off, even she wouldn't be so naive. She'd had a wrench or other impromptu blunt instrument of pain on her. She always seemed to when he was around. She radiated only wholesomeness and friendship. No one would dream of looking at any part of her creamy and soft skin with anything besides feelings of general goodwill. If she ever had a descriptive tatoo, she'd have "Cute, violent, yet blatantly platonic female" written across her backend.

Not that Ed ever pictured her backend. Platonic thing, remember.

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2000855/3/ <=The rest of the chapter

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