Tardy
Tardy- A drabble
Fandom:Fulmetal Alchemist, which I don't own.
Rating: T for language
Summary:Ed realizes how he feels about Roy...to some degree.
Pairing:(onesided?)royed
Notes: There may be more to this. Tell me if you'd like a continuation and I'll try not to disappoint.
Ed checked his pocketwatch for the third time, and breathed out an involuntary sigh of relief. He'd just make it on time if he kept his pace. Not that he really gave a damn about being late where it concerned the colonel, he'd make any excuse to see his face as little as possible. No, it was Hawkeye Ed was in a hurry to please, only because when she gave him her usual lecture about being prompt after the last time, she'd had her hand over her holster in a very threatening way, and he did not particularly care to get a gunshot wound.
He'd just rounded the corner, within sight of headquarters, when he heard a familiar voice behind him, calling. "Hey, Fullmetal." A black, military issue car pulled up alongside him. The front windows were up but he saw Havoc grin at him from the drivers seat, and point to the back. Dreading this, already knowing who it was, Ed turned and met eyes with Roy Mustang.
It was then, that two things happened.
First, the usual and expected response. His fists clenched, he grit his teeth, and thoughts like 'total fucking bastard' and 'lazy ass hypocrite' flitted through his mind, all without making real eye contact.
But then he did.
He looked right into Mustang's eyes, and then it happened.
His breath caught in his chest.
His mind stopped working.
He...could...feel...himself....blushing.
And his heart was racing.
"Well, are you going to get in, or aren't you? I took an early lunch today. No sense in walking if we're not even there yet. Besides, you're already late."
Ed's heart stilled with the thought of his tardiness. "Hawkeye's going to fucking kill me..."
Roy actually laughed, and Ed could feel the blush deepening. His throat was dry, but he swallowed. He averted his eyes to the ground for a second, but he'd rather look a little embarrassed than humble, so he looked back up. "I doubt that. Get in already, you're making us both late."
"N-" Ed was horrified at the concept of sitting with this man. For one, he fucking hated the stuck up prick, and another, he was having some weird reaction to said prick, which, if studied on for too long, would definitely be noticed. He clenched his fists even tighter reminding himself that he hated this man. "No fucking way am I getting in there with you, Mustang."
"You really hate me that much, huh?" Mustang's tone was supposed to be mocking, but there was something just beneath the surface of it that sounded vulnerable. Maybe that was intentional, maybe not. Either way, it wasn't helping.
He opened the car door and leaned out a little, just inches from Ed "You'd rather walk then get into this comfy, leather upholstered military issue vehicle? It's a long walk from here..." Roy raised an eyebrow at him "Do you really want to face the consequences?"
My god...Ed thought he's...he's hot. I am actually looking at Roy fucking Mustang, and finding him attractive. This is so weird...
"Ed?" Ed snapped out of his reverie at the sound of Roy's voice saying his name. "Something wrong?"
Ed shook his head, sighed, and muttered "All right, Mustang, scoot over."
Roy grinned and Ed's heart started pounding again, though his brain was throbbing from restricting his impulse to punch Mustang's insanely perfect teeth in.
He climbed in and propped himself up against the door once he closed it, keeping as much distance from himself and that man as possible.
"You look as though your going to bolt for the building as soon as the car stops." Mustang noted.
"I am. If I am even one second late Hawkeye will shoot me."
"We're in the same boat, kid..." Roy said, leaning back and sighing "And you don't see me all tense. But maybe thats not it? Maybe you need a massage.."
"You lay a finger on me and I'll transmute you into a fucking paperwieght."
Roy laughed and Ed grit his teeth "No...god, no. But there's this great spa, assuming you'll be in town, I could make you an appointment? It'll help with your posture, hell, I've heard some people get taller after massages."
"I'm going to ignore that, if only because the prospect of me going to a spa is so rediculous. I don't fucking have time to aleviate stress, Mustang. I have a very important mission to carry out, if you haven't forgotten."
"Of course not." Roy said quietly as they pulled up alongside the building "Well, here we are."
"ThanksfortherideHavoc!" Ed muttered as he pried the door open and sprinted for the building.
Roy and Havoc looked at one another warily. "Surely, he can't be that worried?" Mustang said.
"Maybe he just doesn't like you..." Havoc shrugged, twisting his cigarrette around in his mouth thoughtfully. "Or maybe....nah. That's just out of the question."
"What?"
"Nothing." Havoc shrugged "You'd better get in there before Hawkeye kills you."
They exchanged a worried glance before Roy laughed nervously "Yeah, right...."
Ed was standing in the doorway with Hawkeye right behind him. "You're late." Ed said, pure joy on his face.
"Sorry, Havoc was talking about something, and--" He stopped short as Riza took her gun from the holster and aimed it at him "Leiutenant, what--"
"Sir, you and Fullmetal get to your office. I want him prepped for his next mission and back out of here in twenty minutes, or there will be shots fired."
"ME?" Ed asked increduously "What did I-" He stopped as Riza turned her aim on him.
"Now." She ordered evenly.
Ed gulped "Yes, ma'am." and sprinted for the door, Mustang on his heels. He didn't think back on their awkward encounter until he and Al were on the train the next day, when he reached into his pocket to check the time and found a card.
"The hell?" He mumbled, and Al looked over his shoulder at it.
"Seems to be a business card for a spa."
"I know, but how the hell did it...AGH!" He buried is face in his hands.
"What's wrong?" Al asked.
Ed screamed into his hands a moment longer and then tossed the card to the other side of their compartment. "it's nothing. I don't know how it got in there without me knowing. Mustang's a fucking magician."
"The colonel gave you that card?"
"Must have." Ed shrugged, crossing his arms and glaring at the card across the floor. "It's not important. Just a stupid prank."
He waited until Al wasn't looking, then jumped up swiped the card from the floor, and scrutenized both sides carefully. His eyes went wide and he blushed, shoving the card back into his pocket.
Mustang's home phone number was written on the other side.
Fandom:Fulmetal Alchemist, which I don't own.
Rating: T for language
Summary:Ed realizes how he feels about Roy...to some degree.
Pairing:(onesided?)royed
Notes: There may be more to this. Tell me if you'd like a continuation and I'll try not to disappoint.
Ed checked his pocketwatch for the third time, and breathed out an involuntary sigh of relief. He'd just make it on time if he kept his pace. Not that he really gave a damn about being late where it concerned the colonel, he'd make any excuse to see his face as little as possible. No, it was Hawkeye Ed was in a hurry to please, only because when she gave him her usual lecture about being prompt after the last time, she'd had her hand over her holster in a very threatening way, and he did not particularly care to get a gunshot wound.
He'd just rounded the corner, within sight of headquarters, when he heard a familiar voice behind him, calling. "Hey, Fullmetal." A black, military issue car pulled up alongside him. The front windows were up but he saw Havoc grin at him from the drivers seat, and point to the back. Dreading this, already knowing who it was, Ed turned and met eyes with Roy Mustang.
It was then, that two things happened.
First, the usual and expected response. His fists clenched, he grit his teeth, and thoughts like 'total fucking bastard' and 'lazy ass hypocrite' flitted through his mind, all without making real eye contact.
But then he did.
He looked right into Mustang's eyes, and then it happened.
His breath caught in his chest.
His mind stopped working.
He...could...feel...himself....blushing.
And his heart was racing.
"Well, are you going to get in, or aren't you? I took an early lunch today. No sense in walking if we're not even there yet. Besides, you're already late."
Ed's heart stilled with the thought of his tardiness. "Hawkeye's going to fucking kill me..."
Roy actually laughed, and Ed could feel the blush deepening. His throat was dry, but he swallowed. He averted his eyes to the ground for a second, but he'd rather look a little embarrassed than humble, so he looked back up. "I doubt that. Get in already, you're making us both late."
"N-" Ed was horrified at the concept of sitting with this man. For one, he fucking hated the stuck up prick, and another, he was having some weird reaction to said prick, which, if studied on for too long, would definitely be noticed. He clenched his fists even tighter reminding himself that he hated this man. "No fucking way am I getting in there with you, Mustang."
"You really hate me that much, huh?" Mustang's tone was supposed to be mocking, but there was something just beneath the surface of it that sounded vulnerable. Maybe that was intentional, maybe not. Either way, it wasn't helping.
He opened the car door and leaned out a little, just inches from Ed "You'd rather walk then get into this comfy, leather upholstered military issue vehicle? It's a long walk from here..." Roy raised an eyebrow at him "Do you really want to face the consequences?"
My god...Ed thought he's...he's hot. I am actually looking at Roy fucking Mustang, and finding him attractive. This is so weird...
"Ed?" Ed snapped out of his reverie at the sound of Roy's voice saying his name. "Something wrong?"
Ed shook his head, sighed, and muttered "All right, Mustang, scoot over."
Roy grinned and Ed's heart started pounding again, though his brain was throbbing from restricting his impulse to punch Mustang's insanely perfect teeth in.
He climbed in and propped himself up against the door once he closed it, keeping as much distance from himself and that man as possible.
"You look as though your going to bolt for the building as soon as the car stops." Mustang noted.
"I am. If I am even one second late Hawkeye will shoot me."
"We're in the same boat, kid..." Roy said, leaning back and sighing "And you don't see me all tense. But maybe thats not it? Maybe you need a massage.."
"You lay a finger on me and I'll transmute you into a fucking paperwieght."
Roy laughed and Ed grit his teeth "No...god, no. But there's this great spa, assuming you'll be in town, I could make you an appointment? It'll help with your posture, hell, I've heard some people get taller after massages."
"I'm going to ignore that, if only because the prospect of me going to a spa is so rediculous. I don't fucking have time to aleviate stress, Mustang. I have a very important mission to carry out, if you haven't forgotten."
"Of course not." Roy said quietly as they pulled up alongside the building "Well, here we are."
"ThanksfortherideHavoc!" Ed muttered as he pried the door open and sprinted for the building.
Roy and Havoc looked at one another warily. "Surely, he can't be that worried?" Mustang said.
"Maybe he just doesn't like you..." Havoc shrugged, twisting his cigarrette around in his mouth thoughtfully. "Or maybe....nah. That's just out of the question."
"What?"
"Nothing." Havoc shrugged "You'd better get in there before Hawkeye kills you."
They exchanged a worried glance before Roy laughed nervously "Yeah, right...."
Ed was standing in the doorway with Hawkeye right behind him. "You're late." Ed said, pure joy on his face.
"Sorry, Havoc was talking about something, and--" He stopped short as Riza took her gun from the holster and aimed it at him "Leiutenant, what--"
"Sir, you and Fullmetal get to your office. I want him prepped for his next mission and back out of here in twenty minutes, or there will be shots fired."
"ME?" Ed asked increduously "What did I-" He stopped as Riza turned her aim on him.
"Now." She ordered evenly.
Ed gulped "Yes, ma'am." and sprinted for the door, Mustang on his heels. He didn't think back on their awkward encounter until he and Al were on the train the next day, when he reached into his pocket to check the time and found a card.
"The hell?" He mumbled, and Al looked over his shoulder at it.
"Seems to be a business card for a spa."
"I know, but how the hell did it...AGH!" He buried is face in his hands.
"What's wrong?" Al asked.
Ed screamed into his hands a moment longer and then tossed the card to the other side of their compartment. "it's nothing. I don't know how it got in there without me knowing. Mustang's a fucking magician."
"The colonel gave you that card?"
"Must have." Ed shrugged, crossing his arms and glaring at the card across the floor. "It's not important. Just a stupid prank."
He waited until Al wasn't looking, then jumped up swiped the card from the floor, and scrutenized both sides carefully. His eyes went wide and he blushed, shoving the card back into his pocket.
Mustang's home phone number was written on the other side.