I do not own Full Metal Alchemist or Fairy Tail.

This is my first crossover. Warning, this crossover only makes sense if you watch the English dub of both shows. If you only watch sub, then the connection might not be as obvious as it is in English. This is also my first non-romantic fic. I hope I can write it well. I guess we will see. Enjoy!

After hours of grueling paperwork, Mustang longingly looks out of his third story window. The general sighs deeply at the thought of what the rest of his day is going to be like. He would be stuck in his office for the rest of the day. He had most of his work still ahead of him, and he knew she wouldn't let him leave until he was done. The only benefit was that she wasn't going to leave either. His subordinate always stayed until everyone was gone, always making sure to lock the door every night.

This day in particular had been grueling due to the fact that all of his other men were out of the office. Falman was visiting Briggs, catching up with General Armstrong and the other soldiers. Mustang almost lost Falman after the Promise Day. Armstrong wanted him on her team up north. He had shown true Briggs spirit that day. He led the troops that fell to him after the captain's demise with strength and valor. He truly was one of Mustang's men, if he did say so himself. In the end, the generals agreed to let Falman decided where he wanted stationed. He choose to stay with Mustang, seeing as this was where it all had started and he had not seen the fruition of his first mission.

Breda and Fuery were both on leave, each of them off to see their families. Their last mission had left them both tattered and bruised, so it was necessary that they get some healing done before they were any more use to the general. Or at least, that is what Mustang said as he forced them both out of the office with their leave papers and train tickets. They both knew that their superior had planned on sending them home after the Promise Day. So much had gone on not to have them visit their families and rest.

Havoc was still recovering from the surgery Drs. Marcoh and Knox perform on his spine. His physical rehabilitation was going well. Mustang insisted that he train in the Central gym, that way they could talk strategy. They both knew that there was a long road ahead of them, but they were ready. Many a workout was spent discussing their next plot to get to the next rung on the ladder. Mustang offered Havoc a promotion, but he insisted that until he was completely up to par, he was going to stay under Mustang.

That only left one subordinate under him in the office today. His pride and joy, Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye. And it wasn't like he was complaining. Of all his men, she was his rock. Strong and beautiful, graceful and strict, the woman he grew up with, the women he shared more with than anyone would ever be allowed to know. Just as his mind was about to go to places forbidden he heard the doorknob turning. He instantly snapped out of his revive and looked up to his Lieutenant. She was just as lovely as ever. She wore her blue military uniform, complete with her signature black turtleneck sleeveless shirt underneath. Mustang always wished she would remove her jacket when in the office, but she refused. He figured she understood all too well his reasons behind the wardrobe wish, and therefore wasn't going to oblige him. O well, he still knew what she looked like under the shirt. A fact no one knew, but everyone suspected.

"Sir, we have a problem." his subordinate said worriedly.

"What's new Lieutenant?"

"General, there is a strange couple in the street. And uh, well, one of this is using flame alchemy."

Mustang just sat there, shock across his face. He was sure that Hawkeye had said someone else was using flame alchemy, but that just couldn't be true. She was the only one who held the secrets to the sacred flame, and Mustang had scarred her so that no one else could ever learn the devil's craft. Snapping out of his dream, he faced his lieutenant again.

"That's impossible. Are you sure he isn't just some fraud?"

"No sir. He is definitely an alchemist. I saw him myself. He held fire in his hands, as if it didn't even burn him."

"What was he doing with the fire?"

"Nothing really, I just saw him with the flames in his hands. He had scooped him up from a fire pit and then he did something a little strange. Honestly, I didn't know that it was possible."

"What did he do that was so impossible," Mustang muttered to himself. "I bet I could do it."

"I doubt it sir. He ate it."

Mustang's eyes widened. He knew he heard her wrong this time. "You're pulling my leg, Lieutenant. Did Havoc put you up to this?"

"I wish I was lying. Here, I'll take you to them. They are only a few blocks down the street."

"Alright, let's go."

The General and the Lieutenant made their way down the street, heading for the odd pair. She went on to describe the two. The fire alchemist was a strange one indeed. He was about as tall as Fullmetal, and had an attitude to rival him. In the few minutes Hawkeye observed them, she saw just how crazy the boy was. He had eaten the fire, and was very loud about it. He was screaming about how he hadn't eaten in a long time, and kept saying something about having a fire in his belly.

The other of the two was a woman who seemed to be normal, and yet Hawkeye held her judgment. She was the same height as Hawkeye, and even had the same facial features. The only real difference between the two was the that the stranger had deep red hair and a chest that could revival Lust's. Mustang's ears peaked up at this little detail. He could just imagine a woman that looked like his Lieutenant but had a bigger chest. His paced speed a little in an effort to see this anomaly. The Lieutenant noticed his hurry, and grabbed his arm. Mustang turned around to see the glare in her eyes. He got the hint, hands off.

They rounded the corner and ran smack into the couple. As all four fell on their asses, rubbing their heads, Mustang looked at them. They were just as Hawkeye had described, except that she had left out that the fire eater had pink hair. That didn't really sound like a detail one would forget to mention. He guessed that the whole 'he could be another flame alchemist' thing took precedent in her mind, but he really doubted she hadn't noticed that spiky ass pink hair. It was more outrageous than Fullmetal's fashion sense.

The all stood, staring each other down. The strange duo racked their eyes up and down, analyzing their opponents. Mustang kept his stance calm, not wanting to start a fight before he could question them. He was the first to speak.

"Hello. My name is General Roy Mustang. I have come here with reports that there is an unusual man eating fire, of all things. Could you please explain to me just who you are?"

The pink hair one answered before the red head had a chance, earning him a sign from his partner. "Who the hell am I? I am Salamander. You gotta problem with that?"

As Mustang listened to the boy, he couldn't help but have a memory pulled from him. The boy's attitude screamed Elric, but his tone of voice brought anther to his mind. He could swear that if the current Emperor of Xing had been more hot-tempered, then these two would be twins.

After pinkie's, oh, Salamander's outburst, the redhead spoke up. "Sorry sir. My friend here is just mad that we can't find our friend. His name is Natsu Dragneel. And I am Erza Scarlet. We are wizards from the Fairy Tail guild. We are here looking for our fellow guildmate, Lucy Heartfilia. Have you by any chance seen her?"

As soon as this Erza started speaking Mustang's jaw dropped. It stayed suspended the entirety of her speech. He truly hadn't heard a word the woman said. It wasn't that he did care, but the sound coming from her was impossible. She sounded so familiar. Hell, she was familiar. Her brown eyes, here heart shaped face. She even held herself like a soldier. She seemed soft with her speech, and yet she was hard as a rock with her armor. The only difference he could spot was all her long, red hair. And now there was one more nail in the coffin, her voice. She sounded exactly like her. She was exactly like his Riza.

Hawkeye must have noticed the same thing, but she wasn't showing it as much as he was. She kept her composed state, and spoke simply. "I think we have a lot to discuss. Would you please some back with us to our headquarters."

Mustang saw as the eyes of the redhead widened. She too noticed the voice leaving the lips of his blonde. But there was something more there, almost like she had encountered this before. He saw as the duo tensed up some more, almost as if to strike. Mustang knew the situation was going to get heated if they didn't so something fast.

"Okay, settle down now." He said as he straightened into a less defensive position. "There is no need for a fight. We can discuss things in my office, and hopefully we can find your friend." He saw that his words weren't having much of an effect on the two, so he decided to ease up the tension. "I am sure we have all noticed the same thing. I don't know why this is bringing you two to consider us the enemy so quickly, but if you will please, don't start something here. There are a lot of people around, and I don't want any of them to be hurt."

That line seemed to do the trick. The pink haired one tore his gaze from Hawkeye and stood, staring straight at the General. His face relaxed and a huge grin spread across it. At that point Mustang was sure he was going to die. This boy was the perfect mixed of Elric and Ling, and hell he even had a bit of the general himself in that he controlled fire. This was going to be a long, long day.